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rice purity - lip gallagher

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lip gallagher x reader, friends to lovers, hickeys, talk of sex, weed, shotgunning

PART TWO is out!!!

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it started out as a joke. as most things with lip normally did. we had been marking off our rice purity tests, each of us in turn, and showing the other everything we’d done or hadn’t done, issuing gasps and mock cries of disbelief from both of us.

we were sitting on the faithful old couch in my bedroom, lip holding up his phone and checking off numbers left and right with me leaning over and watching in awe. lip was just about in the middle of the quiz, number 37: gave oral sex. i watched, mesmerized as he tapped the little box to the left of the question, indicating that he had, in fact, gone down on a girl.

i faked a gasp and he looked at me, a smug smile on his face. i mostly faked the gasp to look like i really didn’t care, but in reality, i was trying to push away the image of a sweaty lip, looking up at me from between my legs.

“so gentlemanly, phillip,” i teased.

he nudged me in the arm. “what can i say? im a sucker for giving,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

i feigned gagging before responding. “so you’re saying you’ve actually succeeded at making a girl cum? because i’m quite doubtful.” i deadpanned.

“hey,” he said, matching my serious expression and leaning forward further. “if you don’t believe me, i can always try it on you. then you can judge for yourself.”

i stared at him for a moment, attempting to register what he’d said, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. trying to make a quick recovery from my shock, i pushed his face away from mine playfully. “in your dreams, gallagher.”

he muttered something that sounded awfully like, “in your dreams, too.”

“what’s that?” i cupped my ear towards him.

“oh absolutely nothing. let’s finish this bullshit so i can see yours,” lip retorted.

and so it went, lip checking off almost every box, except for some regarding breaking the law. when he reached number 70, had sexual intercourse 10 or more times, i shifted uncomfortably, leaning my head against his shoulder.

we both knew that i was a virgin, while he was a self proclaimed “sex genius.” i wasn’t too sure about that, but it in no way helped my wandering daydreams of him when i touched myself.

i’d been friends with lip for years, and he’d never exactly been innocent. those past few years especially, though, he’d grown a bit more into the fuckboy lifestyle, and had been rumored to just fuck girls and leave before they even woke up the next morning.

this was one of the reasons i’d never made a move on him before, even though he was glaringly gorgeous and crazy smart. i was scared i’d lose him.

another reason was all of his experience and my lack thereof. i had no confidence that he’d even want to do anything with me; i was almost sure that he’d reject the idea of fucking a virgin, hypothesizing that i’d become irrevocably attached to him and never want to leave his side.

of course, i’d never talked to HIM about any of this, so it was all really speculation from my point of view.

however, not two minutes after i’d had these thoughts, i watched him check off number 84, had sex with a virgin, that blush crawling right back up my neck.

the rest of the list went smoothly, lip checking off almost every sexual experience the quiz had to offer before we both grimaced at the two unchecked boxes at the end of the test: numbers 99 and 100, committed an act of incest and engaged in beastiality.

“you know what, come to think of it, i almost fucked my cousin once,” lip said thoughtfully, turning to look at me. “third cousin. not even related by blood!” he added defensively, staring at my shocked face.

“lip. how the hell did you almost fuck your cousin?” i questioned skeptically, laughing at his expression.

“long story short: there was a wedding, there was champagne, and there was an empty hotel suite.” he said, sighing, as i laughed.

“interesting,” i told him. “let’s get your final score, shall we?”

he nodded in approval, and clicked the calculate my score box. a large red 38 appeared on the screen. i goggled at the number while lip laughed at my incredulous expression.

“did you think it would be higher?” he asked, smiling at me.

“i mean— i didn’t really know what to expect,” i defended, still shocked by the number.

“aw. after all the time you’ve known me, you still thought i was innocent just like you.” he said, tapping me on the nose for good measure.

i shoved his hand away. “i know for a fact that you aren’t innocent, especially by whatever standards you’re using.” i pulled out my own phone, but lip stole it from me as soon as i’d typed in the password.

i let him find the rice purity website, watching his hands work, knowing

those hands would visit my imagination later.

i was cleared of my daydreaming when he handed me the phone, this time laying his own head on my shoulder, a warm, tumbly feeling tossing over in my throat. i cleared it and began reading the questions.

i got through the first four questions without checking off a box, my face stinging as i checked the next two boxes that referred to kissing someone. lip gasped beside me and rose off my shoulder.

“you never told me you had your first kiss?” he said, a glint of hurt in his eye.

“i— i didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” i lied.

“it definitely is. for you at least,” he smiled as i shoved him again. “tell me what happened.” he implored, looking at me like a puppy.

i sighed. “lip, honestly, it was no big deal. remember last summer i went to camp for two weeks?” he nodded his confirmation.

“worst two weeks of my life,” he said quietly.

“well. i met this guy, you know jack thomas?” again, lip nodded, his face telling me to go on. “well there was a lot of flirting, honestly most of it was flirting, but at the end of camp, on the last night, he took me to the lake and i expected this big, wonderful kiss, but it was so lame. he said, ‘you’re so awesome,’ and then i guess he kissed me. but it was less of a kiss and more of him licking my lips, pretending he knew what he was doing.” i paused, looking at lip’s face. he hadn’t looked away from me once. “and then we left camp and he never texted. the end.” i finished lamely. lip was registering the story, something like relief settling into his features.

“i always knew jack thomas was a dick,” lip said unceremoniously, looking off into space as if he were imagining jack’s face in front of him.

“well that’s the story, sorry it’s absolutely boring. especially compared to what you’ve done,” i added, testing the boundaries.

“you’re right. i’ve done much worse,” he grinned at me. “but i’ve never been kissed by a boy, so you’ve got me there.” he teased.

“more like licked by a boy,” i rolled my eyes at him.

“well in that case i’ve definitely got you beat. growing up with carl? no question.”

“alright gallagher, get ahold of yourself,” i laughed at him. i kept moving down the list, trying to make light of the fact that i had done nearly nothing on there. once i had passed number 11, given or received a hickey, lip stopped me by grabbing my phone from my hand.

“dude,” he started seriously. “not even a hickey?”

i shook my head, a weak smile set on my face.

he looked as though he was lost in thought for a moment. “what if i help you lower your score?” he asked, searching my eyes.

i widened my stare, my heart hammering. “meaning…?” i implored.

“meaning, let’s do some things on here that you’ve never done. so you can check them off.” lip explained, gesticulating like it was obvious.

i thought for a moment, the glaringly obvious set in my head: he had initially just offered to do anything to me, if i wanted to. “sure,” i said, trying to seem casual.

“is it a ‘sure’ or is it a ‘yes’? because i’m not doing it if it’s not completely what you want,” he told me.

“yes, lip, it’s a yes.”

he smiled a devilish smile. “okay first things first, a hickey. it’s easy,” he assured me. “can i give one to you or do you want to do it to me?” he asked.

“definitely do it to me. i’m sure you’re way more skilled at hickeys than i am.” i responded.

“if you wanna stop at any point, just let me know and i’ll back the fuck off.” he reminded me. i nodded in response.

he moved my hair from my neck, my heartbeat quickening as he placed his hand around the back of it. “hey,” he said, his mouth awfully close to my ear. “i haven’t even done it yet. your heart’s beating like a fucking jackrabbit.”

“god this is fucking embarrassing. just fucking do it!” i laughed nervously, awaiting his mouth on my neck.

he moved in even closer, and i could smell his scent: fresh wood and that everlasting cigarette smell that i could never get out of my room once he left. all of a sudden his lips were on my neck, a little below my ear, sucking and nipping with his teeth. i was absolutely sure he could hear my heartbeat, it was pounding so loud.

i wasn’t sure what to do with my hands, so i moved one of them on top of his hand that was gripping the back of my neck, and massaged his fingers. i felt his breath hitch against my skin when i did this, and he pulled away just enough to whisper in my ear, “didn’t know my innocent girl knew what she wanted.”

i exhaled slowly. my innocent girl.

his lips kept on sucking a mark into my skin, and my other hand leapt to his hair, massaging it and feeling its softness. i leaned into him as he pulled away to admire his work. i let out a little “fuck,” as he met my eyes again, his lips glistening and a devious smile playing on his face.

“well princess. you can check that off the list,” he said, casually picking my phone back up to, i presumed, check it off the list. i cleared my throat and turned away, remembering that this was just a game to him. that was okay with me, i just had to remember it.

“don’t call me that,” i turned back, and realized that the list was on my phone, and he’d picked up his. “what the hell are you doing, lip?” i questioned, covering my face bashfully as he held up his own phone to take my picture.

“well, you have to see it, otherwise it definitely doesn’t count.” he pointed out.

i sighed and removed my hands from my face, turning my neck outwards towards his camera and striking a pose. he grinned and flashed the photo, then showed it to me. i blushed. below my ear there was a red mark, and i felt a twinge of nerves pass through my heart.

“beautiful work, gallagher, really wonderful,” i said, mimicking a gallery snob. “how much do you want for it? one million? two million?”

“oh no, this is priceless, this is,” he said, matching my tone and motioning towards the hickey in question.

i laughed at him as i grabbed my phone again and found my place in the quiz. “would you like to do the honors?” i said, showing the phone to lip, who had once again leaned his head onto my shoulder. he pressed the little box next to number 11, given or received a hickey, and smiled up at me.

“what’s next, princess?”

“god damn it, i told you not to call me that.” i reminded him, not fully hating it.

“ah, princess, i just don’t care.”

i went through the next five questions with no boxes to be checked, until i hit number 17, masturbated. i smirked, checking off that box with confidence, while i felt lip smile into my shoulder.

“at least the princess can take care of herself,” he mumbled.

“oh i absolutely can. you’d be surprised the miracles these fingers can work,” i said, wiggling two of my fingers at him in jest. i watched as he blushed. he actually blushed.

“did you just blush?” i asked.

“well you can’t give me an extremely graphic scene and except me not to imagine it,” he retorted, the pink in his cheeks subsiding as he got his gusto back.

“so you’re saying you just imagined me fingering myself. real classy, lip.” i teased, secretly loving the idea of it.

he opened his mouth as if in protest, but i put a finger to his lips. “shhhhh my dear lip. i’ve heard what i needed to hear.”

i kept scrolling, occasionally marking a box about masturbating. lip stayed silent, apparently in awe at how much i’ve done by myself.

“hey, i can help with that one,” he said, pointing at number 25, been undressed by member of preferred sex.

“why, yes you can. good thing you can read.”

he rolled his eyes. “tell me you’re wearing a bra under that shirt,” he begged.

“you really don’t want to see me shirtless?” i teased, this time tapping him on the nose.

“i don’t think you want me to see you shirtless,” lip replied, his eyes wide. “but maybe i’m wrong about you, princess.”

trying to disregard what that meant, i responded quick. “all you have to do is take my top off. quick and easy, and technically that’s undressing me.”

“whatever you say,” he said, sitting up and watching me with those perfect eyes. i watched as he softly tugged on the hem of my tank top, easily pulling it up and over my head. i let my hair fall back into place, and once i’d looked back up, lip was staring at me with an expression of utmost hunger.

he immediately looked away, apparently embarrassed to have been caught staring. “oh come on, lip. you’ve seen my body before.”

“i know, just,” he paused, considering his words carefully. “not like this.”

i blushed, rubbing my eyes to make it look like i’d made my face pink on purpose. i picked up my phone once again, finding my place. before lip could even say anything about number 30, i said, “i’m not giving you blue balls, so don’t even think about it.”

he looked scandalized. “i wasn’t even going to suggest that, princess. what little faith you have in me.”

i rolled my eyes, and handed him the phone. i moved down the couch and lay my head on his lap. “read them to me. i’ll tell you if i’ve done them.”

“had an orgasm due to someone else’s manipulation?” he asked.

“nope.”

“sent a sexually explicit text or instant message.”

“yes, actually.”

“dirty girl!” lip laughed. “who was the lucky recipient?”

“ugh, does it matter? obviously nothing came of it.”

“alright, alright. but what did you say?” he asked curiously.

i covered my eyes with my hand. “let’s just say it had something to do with a dream. and leave it at that.” i said, embarrassed.

“that gives me absolutely no information.” lip complained.

“that’s what you’re getting! check it off and move on.”

we had smooth sailing for a while, me giggling every time lip asked about anything sexual, us both knowing full well that i hadn’t done anything.

“used marijuana?” lip read.

“no,” i sighed for the hundredth time. instead of continuing, lip stopped.

he lowered the phone and gazed at me on his lap. “this i can help with.” he said confidently. “sit up a second?” he asked.

i did, gazing at him as he fumbled in his jeans pocket for something, finally pulling out an obviously self-rolled joint. “you’re gonna waste your weed on me?” i asked, and i meant it.

“not wasting anything,” he assured me, fishing around his other pocket for a lighter, which he soon retrieved. “i’ll show you.”

i watched him light the joint, watched the focus in his eyes, his fingers looking ever enticing doing something so nimble. he looked back up at me. “suck it in, but don’t inhale it. once it’s in your mouth, take a breath and let it go down.”

he demonstrated, putting the joint to his lips and slowly sucking in, letting it fill his mouth. he daintily took the joint out and took a deep, slow breath through his nose, easily inhaling the smoke. i watched him turn his head and blow it out the open window, ensuring no smoke waft in my room.

i was surely blushing, watching him do something he was so good at, but he payed no mind. “your turn,” he said, passing me the joint.

he nodded encouragingly, and repeated his instructions. “suck it in, just like that,” he said as i let the smoke fill my mouth. it was slightly sweet and incredibly strong. i couldn’t help it, i inhaled a tiny bit and started coughing up a storm. once i’d coughed up the rest of the smoke, i saw lip wasn’t making fun of me, but laughing and smiling. “first time’s always the hardest,” he assured me.

“i wanna try again,” i said boldly, putting the joint back up to my mouth.

“of course you’re trying again. i’m not leaving until you’ve successfully inhaled.”

i tried once more, sucking in the smoke slowly, letting the taste linger a little before taking a slow, deep breath, just as lip had, and feeling the fresh air mixed with the weed flood down my throat. i leaned over him and shakily exhaled out of the window, then turned back as he watched my proudly.

“and that’s how it’s done, ladies and gentlemen!” lip exclaimed, taking the joint back from me.

i made a mock bow and watched him gracefully take another hit. maybe it was the weed, or maybe i was just sick of waiting and watching him be perfect, but i said, “you know what i always wanted to try?”

“hm?” he inquired, flicking the joint so the ashes fell outside my window.

“shotgunning.” i held my breath, waiting for his response.

“then i absolutely must indulge,” lip confirmed, smiling wide. “come here,” he motioned for me to move closer to him. i did, my legs hanging across his lap as our faces drew ever nearer.

“you ready?” he asked. i nodded, eager beyond eager.

he slowly took a hit, inhaled, and moved closer to my face. his lips were less than a centimeter from mine, and i opened my mouth in anticipation. his unoccupied hand found the side of my head, and gripping my cheek, he opened his mouth and exhaled into my own, his eyes closed as if in pleasure.

i sucked in the smoke, pulling back from him, only to inhale and exhale right onto his face, watching his nose scrunch to prevent the smoke from traveling up his nostrils.

he opened his eyes, and finally said the words i’d been waiting to hear for years.

“can i kiss you?”

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We Are The Land - JTK

Camping Jake, anybody?

I'm back again with more self-indulgent fluffy smut. I'm such a sucker for Friends to Lovers, I can't help it. Enjoy loves!

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Summary: Josh drags you and the rest of the guys to the middle of nowhere on a camping trip, where he, Sam and Danny team up to get you and Jake together.

Warnings: SMUT, oral (m&f), penetrative sex, dirty talk, mentions of alcohol, very fluffy, you may vomit.

The stark white paint of the infamous Juck contrasted brighter than ever against the backdrop of trees. Josh twisted his keys, killing the engine as he turned to the rest of the group with his wide goofy grin, singing “We’re heeeeeere!”

You blinked your eyes open, taking in the dense woods outside the window. It was only a three hour drive up into the forested lake area, but Josh’s non-stop rambling stretched each minute into eternities. You loved Josh, truly, he was like a brother to you, but your eyelids felt heavy after half an hour. The foggy sleep-induced haze cleared from your mind slowly as you got your bearings, only then realizing that the warm shoulder your head was leaning on belonged to Jake. Quickly lifting your head from your pillow in his neck, you met his eyes with a blush. He was smiling down at you fondly, his warmth spreading through your thigh pressed to his. Your stomach flipped in that moment of intense connection. He whispered to you in the low rasp that drove you insane, “Well hello, sleeping beauty.”

You couldn’t remember falling asleep, only the seemingly endless stretch of driving as Josh brought all of you out to this camping spot he’d been raving about for months. Much to your giddy excitement, Danny called shotgun (on account of having the longest legs) ensuring that Jake would be squished in the backseat with you and Sam. You also suspected Danny made the call on purpose, his knowledge of your thing for Jake weighing his decision. That was confirmed from the subtle wink he shot you in the rearview mirror. Danny fancied himself quite the cupid ever since you confided in him several months ago. You’d latched onto Danny back in grade school, his soft-spoken nature only drawing you both closer as you grew up side by side. Despite your equally close friendship with the Kiszkas, Danny was the least likely to cause any problems with a secret like yours. He was most discreet, and never teased you once about your feelings.

You weren’t even sure when they started, those puppy-love feelings. Jake had always been cute, but you’d never seen him as more than the baby-faced goof that got stuck in the monkey bars. These days, though… nobody could deny Jake had grown into a gorgeous young man. These days, you were noticing the way his veiny hands stretched around the neck of his guitar, callused fingertips pushing and bending the strings. You noticed the way his hair fell around his shoulders, always looking effortless despite the rigorous care you knew he takes of it. You noticed the mischievous glimmer in his eyes when he picked on Sam, the heated, stormy darkness that overtook those same eyes when something sparked that fiery temper of his.

And you didn’t know if it was your mind playing tricks on you, convincing you of something that wasn’t there, but now as you blushed under his fond gaze, you thought you noticed the way his eyes flickered down to your lips and back, just for a moment before he blinked and turned away. You almost missed the light blush colouring his cheeks. Almost.

Clambering out of the visual atrocity of Josh’s jeep truck behind Sammy, you caught Daniel’s eye over the back of the vehicle. Danny was subtle, but he had the most shit-eating grin across his face. You shot him a playful glare, a silent warning to shut up, but he simply smirked wider and winked. Backpacks and sleeping bags covered your bright red face as they were pulled out. Sam started an argument with Josh over who should carry their tent down to the campsite, providing a much needed and entertaining distraction.

Josh clapped Sam on the back affectionately, “You’re young and spryer than me, Sammy boy. Do your elders a favor.” He looped the carrying strap of the tent case over Sam’s neck before he could protest, earning a huff from Sam, and a mumble about old geezers and old folks homes. You giggled at their antics, gearing up with your own sleeping bag and backpack. Danny snickered and circled around the Jeep, taking the, truthfully, heavy tent from his friend. Sam patted his back with a soft thanks, taking Danny’s light backpack in turn.

Jake and Josh set off, taking the lead, guiding the rest of you down the slight decline towards the spot Josh had in mind. Danny jogged up to walk beside you, Sam trailing closely behind.

“Shut it, Wagner.”

Danny laughed out loud, “I didn’t even say anything! Sam, did I say a single thing?”

Sam snorted behind you, “No, no you did not, why so snippy, bug?”

You turned your head and stuck your tongue out at him, making him smile and roll his eyes. Turning back to Danny, you squinted. “You were thinking thoughts.”

Danny giggled and nodded. “Yeah, I do that sometimes, you should try it,” he joked. You snorted at his teasing, shoving your shoulder into his arm playfully.

Sam sped up to walk on your other side, cocking his head curiously, “Wait, what am I missing here, why does Danny need to shut up?”

Danny raised his eyebrows at you, silently saying ‘up to you.’ You chewed on your lip for a second then turned to face Sam, who was getting antsier by the second, not liking being left out of anything.

You reached out your hands, slowing down both boys on either side of you to allow a little more distance between your trio and the twins ahead. Once they’d gained enough of a lead, you turned to Sam and grabbed his arm a little harder than necessary. His eyes widened as you began, “If you mention what I’m about to tell you to anyone outside the three of us, I will personally lace your veggie dogs with arsenic at the campfire tonight.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, conveying your seriousness despite the amusing threat. Sam’s brows furrowed, and he crossed his heart with his free arm. “I swear, bug, scouts honor, my lips are sealed,” he murmured worriedly.

You nodded and sighed. “I kinda… have feelings for your brother.” You looked straight ahead, unable to maintain eye contact once you spoke. In your peripheral, Sam’s eyes bucked, wide as saucers. “Josh?!” he hissed. You cringed as though scalded, “No, idiot, Jake!”

Danny chuckled on your other side. “More than feelings, you’re so in love with him it’s painful to watch. Thank god she finally told you, man,” Danny smiled at Sam, “it was killing me.”

Sam’s eyes shot between yours and Danny’s as you kept walking, keeping enough distance between you and the boys in question. You could watch his brain process this revelation by the expressions on his face. You almost laughed, but your vulnerability overwhelmed the humor. Finally, Sam smiled wide, his grin unnervingly similar to Danny’s scheming smirk.

He cleared his throat. “Daniel?”

“Yes, Sam.”

“You know what we must do, right?”

Danny giggled, “What is that, Samuel?”

Your eyes darted between them, panic rising as they talked. “No, nononono, no, no doing, there will be absolutely no doing of anything, no!”

Sam giggled at your misery. “I’m so glad we went for that family size tent,” he sing-songed to Danny, ignoring you. Danny chuckled, “Oh? And why would that be?”

You shot daggers into Sam, mentally shoving his smug face in a bucket of water. “Well, funny you should ask, Daniel. I was just thinking about how the tent has these section, divider thingies, y’know, like rooms within the tent?”

Danny’s face spread into a wide smirk, catching on to Sam’s debauchery. “Ahh, how conveniently designed.”

Sam nodded in faux astonishment, “Indeed, quite the engineering feat, these tent designers have accomplished. So many uses for that extra privacy,” he turned his face to you, pointedly.

Your face was likely scarlet, but you had no time to talk them out of this plan before your brave twin leaders stopped, dropping their equipment in a small clearing. As you approached, you elbowed Sam’s ribs, with a final warning hiss, “Keep your mouth shut or you’ll lose a certain undersized appendage.” Danny snorted, snickering as Sam huffed defensively.

Forcing a smile as you came up to the two boys, your heart fluttered at the sight of Jake, now with the hairbrained scheming of your best friends swirling in your mind. What if you did end up sharing a section with him? Would it be awkward? How close would you have to lie? What if you snored? Your head spun, and you out at the view to shut off your racing thoughts.

The trees offered shade and privacy, but through them you could clearly see the sky-blue of the lake, reflections of trees and clouds creating a gorgeous mirror. The water gently lapped at the pebbled shore, soft bird calls and frogs creating a symphony of nature’s music. Your shoulders involuntarily relaxed, smiling softly at the scenery. Josh was right, this was something special. You turned to tell him that, but your eyes caught on Jake’s face, his eyes widening and his gaze quickly tearing away from you.

You felt your heart skip a beat, wondering if he was really looking at you just then. Deciding not to dwell on it, you walked up to Josh, playfully punching his shoulder as Sam and Danny started unzipping the tent bag. “I suppose the trip and the hike was worth it, this is pretty fuckin’ nice,” you smiled. Josh beamed back at you, “What did I tell you, Bug? Jeez, have I ever led you astray?” You giggled, your mouth opening, Josh interrupting immediately, “Nope, don’t answer that.”

Jake snickered and squatted down to help pull out some poles. You grinned, knowing that he loved watching you tease his twin, and you loved making him laugh.

Josh set off to relieve himself in the bushes, leaving you and Jake to your own devices as the two younger boys worked on your shelter for the night. You gave him a shy smile, gesturing to the woods. “Wanna go collect some firewood?”

He returned the smile, nodding, “Yeah, lead the way, bug.”

Both of you started off into the thick forest, careful not to get too far away as you bent over picking up kindling and logs. It was comfortably quiet between you, but you still felt nervous being alone with him, wanting to keep him laughing. Your worst fear was Jake thinking you were boring, or lame or something. Glancing around the forest floor, you reached for a stick, only to grab the same one Jake also went for. Pulling at the same time, you quickly made eye contact, you giggling shyly. “Sorry-“ “My bad-“ Jake chuckled at your mutual interruptions, handing you the stick. “Here, all yours.”

You took it and joked, “You’re so generous, Jacob,” adding it to your stack under your arm.

He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, “Well, y’know, sticks like that are hard to come by. Rare and valuable resource.” You giggled at his joke, side-eyeing him. He looked over at you, smiling with that same fond smile from the car. Your stomach flipped, and you quickly looked away, clearing your throat.

“This is… probably good for now, I guess,” you inspected your bundle of wood. Jake shook his head quickly, then nodded, “Uhm, yeah, should do us for a while, anyway.”

Your eyes met for another lingering moment, then Jake extended his free arm. He snaked it around your waist and began walking you back to the campsite, his hand resting on your lower back.

Surely he must be hearing your heart pounding this hard. You never had to focus so hard on walking before, but you were terrified you’d trip and eat mud right in front of him. He was holding you, why was he holding you? A part of your brain tried to convince you he was always touchy, the whole family was. Hell, Josh linked his arm with you so often Sam called you two a chain-link fence. But Jake had never done something like this before. This was undeniably… romantic. The two of you, strolling through the woods, with his arm around you like he was your boyf-

You mentally shook those thoughts away. Dangerous territory, getting your hopes up that high. Moments like these happened just often enough to build up a tiny spark of hope, only for you to squash them down before you got too invested. Jake didn’t see you that way, he never said anything. A few times you thought he might, though. One time that came to mind was that evening of the fourth of July. You’d been battling the heat with strawberry wine coolers, hanging around the pool all afternoon with the guys. Your bathing suit was still damp, clinging to your body as Josh and Danny got the fireworks ready. From your lounge chair, you saw Jake coming around the deck in your peripheral. He sat beside you on the arm of your chair, watching his Danny’s half-hearted attempt to reel Josh back to reality. Your heart rate picked up, as it always did around Jake these days. You chanced a peek up at him, and as though reading your mind, he looked down at you. His eyes were warm, slightly hazy from the beers. Your breath hitched as you watched his eyes travel down your face, eyeing your lips. You swallowed, parting them slightly as his hand reached over, cupping your jaw softly.

“You’re really something, Bug, I’m glad you’re here,” he’d murmured quietly, a revelation just for your ears. You looked up at him in awe, unable to believe this tender, intimate moment was really happening outside your imagination. “You having fun?” he continued, but all words flew out the window when his thumb swiped along your bottom lip. You simply blinked up at him, innocently stunned, and you could’ve sworn he leaned in a little closer. You mustered up all your courage, and you were just about to press a kiss to his thumb pad when-

Tsssssssss- The sudden explosion of the first firework jolted both of you back into the real world. Jake straightened, his arm retreating from your face. His cheeks flushed scarlet, and he stood, quickly walking back into the house.

Your head was running a mile a minute, so dizzying that you didn’t even notice Danny come up to you, kneeling at your feet. He’d watched the whole thing unfold with bated breath, cringing equally as hard when Josh’s firework interrupted what could’ve been an incredible moment.

“Hey, bug-a-boo… what happened there?” he whispered, taking your shaky hand in his large warm one. You were thankful for his ever present stability, one of your favourite of his qualities.

You exhaled long and slow, meeting his concerned gaze. “I have no idea… I thought… I thought he was going to-“ you bit your lip, willing away the frustrated tears that pooled in your eyes. Danny reached up, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back as he squished beside you on the large lounger.

“Heyyyy, shhhh, don’t be upset,” he cooed softly.

You nodded, swallowing harshly, “No I’m fine, sorry, I just… that was weird.”

Danny nodded, “Well, if you ask me, it wasn’t weird at all.” You met his gaze again, his eyes warm and comforting, silently assuring you that you were safe and secure. You leaned into him with a nod, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

“He looked at me so… so tenderly,” you breathed faintly, relaxing in Danny’s hug

Danny smiled into your hair, humming softly. “He always looks at you like that, Bug. You just haven’t noticed.”

Jake stepped back into the clearing beside you, forcing you back to reality. His arm dropped to your dismay, purely to set the sticks down, but you still felt the loss. He must have felt your gaze on him as he arranged the wood in the firepit, because he turned over his shoulder, catching you staring. He smirked as you blushed furiously and turned away, dropping your pile of wood next to his and trotting over to the others.

The tent was nearly completely set up, Josh having returned to give Sam and Danny another hand. You gawked at its size as you approached it. Sam wasn’t kidding when he said this thing was like a hotel. It was bigger than your entire bedroom, and tall enough to comfortably stand in. Danny was only slightly hunched inside as he held up the support rod.

“Okay, yeahhhh, baby, take it all,” Sam joked crudely, pushing the tent pole through the side slot. You snorted, getting his attention. He smiled cheekily at you, “Oh hello, bug, how was your romantic walk in the woods?” You shot him a glare, your heart skipping a beat, knowing Josh definitely heard that. Sure enough, his curly head peeked out the rear door of the tent and looked at you suspiciously.

“What’s this about a romantic walk?” he questioned, dramatically suspicious. You blushed, stepping back, “Nothing, Sam’s an idiot, I wasn’t-“

“Aht! Not so fast,” Josh squinted, retreating from the window and crawling out of the tent to slide up to you, a finger pointed accusingly. “You were back there with Jake,” he noted.

Your eyes darted between him and Sam, wordlessly threatening Sam’s life in a million painful ways. You stepped backwards again, Josh stepping forward right along with you. “S-so? We were getting firewood,” you stammered unconvincingly. Josh raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Oh, so the googoo eyes you’ve been sending him for months were nothing?” Your eyes widened helplessly and you stepped back again, only for him to corner you against a tree. His lips cracked into a wide smile, his suspicious eyes softening. “You like my brother, don’t you, Bug?”

You chewed on your lip, looking down and playing with your shirt’s hem. “Maybe,” you mumbled.

Josh’s grin doubled, and he grabbed your shoulders, shaking them as he jumped up and down excitedly. “This is so great,” Josh whisper squealed.

You giggled at his enthusiasm, relaxing slightly. “Why is it great Josh? I have a stupid crush on your stupid twin who doesn’t even see me like that, which means I’m stupid.” You rolled your eyes, shoving his hands off you playfully.

Josh bounced around you as you walked back up to the tent. “No, no this is great. This is better than great, you guys would be so cute together, does he know? Oh my god, can I tell him?” Josh buzzed frantically.

You shook your head profusely, grabbing his shoulders this time, holding him steady. “Josh. No. Please don’t tell him, he doesn’t like me like that, it’ll ruin everything,” you implored, desperation leaking into your voice.

Josh’s face dropped at your words. “What? Of course he does, why- what gives you the idea he doesn’t? Did he tell you that?” Josh’s face hardened, “Did he say something to hurt you?”

You rubbed his shoulder reassuringly, “No, sweetie, of course not, Jake wouldn’t hurt me, I just… he’s never said anything at all. That’s the problem,” you chuckled humorlessly.

Your friend relaxed, prying your hands off his shoulders and holding them in his, watching your face seriously. “Believe me, if he hasn’t told you so, it’s just because he’s too scared.” Josh’s voice softened, hushing even more so his youngest brother and friend didn’t hear, “He looks at you like you’re his entire universe, mama. Believe me, I grew up with him. We have the same face,” he chuckled. “I know his expressions well, the way he looks at girls, the way he looks at you. You should tell him, you might be pleasantly surprised.”

Josh gave you an imploring look, nodding with his eyes in Jakes direction, letting your hands go. You followed his glance, landing on Jake’s form by the enormous stacked up pile of sticks. You watched him stand straight, hands up cautiously as he placed the last stick, balancing out the pyramid of wood and backing away. He relaxed and smiled wide in triumph when it didn’t collapse, immediately turning around and landing his gaze on you. His eyes shone with pride, and something else. Something tender, something sweet and fond. Your heart fluttered, returning his excited smile.

Maybe Josh was right.

After the sun had gone down, and the only noises coming from the frogs and the crackling, dying fire, your heavy eyes skimmed around the circle. Your heart felt so full, surrounded by the people you loved most in this world, connected with nature and swaying to the soft John Denver song Jake strummed lazily. He sat closest to you, angled beside you in his folding chair. His hair fell over his face gently, which he pursed his lips and blew out of his eyes. It looked so soft. He looked so soft. His eyes reflected the firelight, but they seemed to glow from within as he played. Your eyes traveled down to his soft, pillowy lips, slightly parted in concentration. His sweet button nose gleamed slightly pink from the drinks and the warm fire, and his brows knit and relaxed with the music he made. Down his body, you watched his hands dance across the frets. The veins and muscles of his rough hands delicately flexed as he moved from chord to chord, strumming and picking intricately. His nails were always so clean and well tended, even on a camping trip where he’d been handling dirt and sticks all day.

He looked devastatingly gorgeous. The urge to scoot up to him and kiss him was nearly painful. You sighed quietly and tore your eyes away from him, fiddling with your hands in thought. Quietly, Danny stood up from his place across from you where he’d observed your lovesick ogling. He moved to sit beside you, handing you a long stick with a marshmallow on the end. You took it, giggling softly and thanking him. He nodded with a smile, ruffling your hair. You swatted him away as he stood back up, heading to the tent. “I’m turning in, lads. Don’t start a forest fire, please,” he called, stepping into the nylon suite.

You giggled, shooting a teasing look at Josh as you held your marshmallow stick over the coals. He threw his hands up across from you, smiling playfully. “Can’t start a fire if I’m going to bed too, bug.” He slapped his thighs and stood up with a groan, his inner grandpa shining through. Stretching his back, you caught him nudge Sam’s foot with his, subtly telling him to come with. Sam cleared his throat, looking from Josh to Jake to you. “Yeah, same here, long day and all, goodnight kids,” he smiled mischievously at you. Jake looked up at his brothers as they scurried away into the tent. You could hear the childish giggles inside the tent from way over by the fire and you rolled your eyes, sharing a knowing smile with Jake.

You tucked your knees up under your chin, shivering slightly in the cool air, the dying embers of the fire no longer keeping you warm. Jake furrowed his brow, watching you shrink into yourself, and he huffed, standing up and placing his guitar down gently in the chair and picking them both up, placing them directly beside you. You bit your lip shyly as Jake lifted his guitar again into his lap as he sat down, pulling off his faux-sheepskin lined denim jacket. He shifted in his seat, untangling his arms from it, and then brought it around to drape it over your shoulders. “There we go…” he muttered softly, arranging it around your body, “…better?”

You felt nauseous with butterflies. His scent surrounding you, his proximity, his warm soft jacket, the gesture itself… your head spun, but you managed to force out, “Y-yeah, thank you, Jake.” The only noise was the crickets chirping in the surrounding foliage, nothing to distract you from the boy beside you. It dawned on you that you were being set up by the other three miscreants, but you were undeniably enjoying their matchmaking, out here alone with Jake. It was such an intimate moment, you screamed at yourself to do something.

Your stomach flipped, but you turned your head to look at Jake anyway. Only to find his eyes already trained on you. His cheeks tinted pink, but he didn’t look away. Your eyes locked, and it could have been a split second or half an hour, you wouldn’t be able to tell.

He finally swallowed, looking down. “You ever play guitar anymore?” he asked softly.

You smiled softly. “No, haven’t since high school, I think.”

Jake nodded, smiling softly, and he reached over into your lap. Your breath hitched as his hand wrapped around yours. He guided the guitar between the both of you, half on your lap and half in his, making his thigh brush against yours. He gently placed your hand around the neck of his acoustic, shaping your fingers into the chord. He looked pointedly at your other hand, hinting for you to strum. You giggled under your breath and drug your thumb down the six strings. He smiled wide, glancing at you briefly before moving your fingers again. “Good, now this one,” he muttered to you. You strummed again, your hand warming up under his. He nodded, “Nice, then G,” he shaped your hand again, this time pulling your arm slightly to drop your wrist, easing the stretch of the chord in your hand. You strummed, but your eyes were lost in his profile, illuminated by the moonlight above. He looked ethereal, like he wasn’t even real.

He moved your fingers back to their original position, letting you strum again, and smiling brightly up at you. “There you go, now you can play practically every song on the radio since the fifties,” he chuckled.

You giggled, “How’s that?” Wanting to hear anything he had to say about music, or anything he wanted. Just wanting to hear his voice, really. It was so soft, raspy from the toke earlier in the evening and breathy in your close proximity.

He looked down at his hand, still wrapped warmly around your smaller one on the neck. “Those four chords comprise about ninety percent of western music,” he said, smirking, “and honestly, about ninety percent of our music.”

You giggled, tilting your head to look at him. “I dunno, I think there’s a lot more to your music than four chords,” you told him softly. “I think there’s something… really special about the songs you write.”

Jake’s eyes fluttered up to meet yours, and you saw the same vulnerable, tender warmth in his eyes you convinced yourself you made up all those times before. “Thank you,” he said softly, you nodding once in acknowledgement.

He exhaled softly, eyeing your face, and bring his hand away from yours around the neck of his guitar to cup your jaw softly. You leaned into his touch, terrified he’d run away again.

He gave you a fond, crooked smile, before muttering quietly, “I think there’s something really special about you, Bug.”

You smiled shyly at him, feeling your cheeks heating up, not from his hand. “Oh yeah?”

He nodded once, his eyes dipping questioningly to your lips and back. You met his intense gaze, and all the screaming, panicked frenzied voices in your head were suddenly muted. He leaned forward slowly, and you did too, keeping your eyes on his until his nose brushed against yours shyly. His breath fanned across your lips as he whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

You grinned far too wide for the moment, and nodded gently, closing the gap between your mouth and his.

Your lips molded together in a dizzying warmth. Kissing Jake was so much better than any daydream, his lips were supple and soft, and he pressed them to yours with just enough pressure to make your head spin. The hand that was still holding your jaw slipped back into your hair, gently holding your head close. His lips parted, realigning with yours at more of an angle, deepening the kiss. You faintly whimpered in your throat, his hot breath mixing with yours as the kiss got more intense. Jake seemed to like your little noise, a quiet sigh slipping from his lips. With a closing kiss, he gently pulled away from you. Your eyes fluttered open, dazed and giddy. You couldn’t help the goofy smile that stretched your cheeks. To your credit, Jake had a similarly stunned smile as he trailed his eyes over your face.

You couldn’t help the shy giggle that bubbled out of you, either. Jake smiled wider at your laughter, leaning back a little farther to see you more clearly. You bit your lip, softly confiding to him, “I’ve wanted that for a really long time.” His eyes almost seemed to droop as a lovesick grin took over his boyish face.

“God, me too,” he chuckled, shaking his head gently. You internally squealed and jumped in a circle, his confirmation all you’d ever wanted and more.

“We’re idiots, aren’t we,” you looked down bashfully. Jake sighed contentedly, “Oh yeah. Morons.” He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your nose, and smiling at the way you squirmed slightly and blushed.

He stood up then, opening his guitar case and laying his baby down securely, latching it up and then quickly tossing the bucket of water over the few remaining embers.

Guitar case in hand, he reached out his other one to you, smiling shyly. Your heart fluttered, taking his hand and standing up. He watched your face, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing your knuckles. You giggled softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “Are you trying to make me melt, Kiszka?”

He smiled wide, stepping away from the chairs and leading you to the tent. “And if I am?”

You bit your lip, “It’s working,” you confessed. He looked back at you over his shoulder, absolutely glowing under the moonlight. Your stomach flip-flopped again, and you felt yourself falling for him all over again. His eyes twinkled as he turned fully to face you, drawing you into his body. You were about ten feet from the tent, so you made sure to stifle the surprised giggle. Jake set his guitar case on the ground beside you, snaking both arms around your waist. You sighed softly, stepping impossibly closer to his body, your arms instinctively lacing around his neck.

“Good,” he whispered. “Cause you turn me into a puddle every single time I look at you.” One of his hands slid lovingly up your back as he looked down at you.

You tightened your arms around him, drawing him down to you tentatively. It was still sinking in that you kissed Jake, that you could kiss him again. You never wanted to stop, now, drunk on his lips.

He smiled softly as he pressed his lips to yours once more. You felt him smiling against your lips, and he pulled back just enough to whisper, “God, I can’t believe I’m kissing you.” He giggled breathily, returning to kiss you again. You huffed a quiet laugh through your nose, returning his kiss eagerly. Your hands tangled in his hair, gripping it gently, which made his legs falter. You stumbled forward into a tree, effectively pinning Jake against it as your mouths feverishly wrestled. He let out a strangled moan into your mouth, slipping his tongue against yours hungrily. You broke away, slightly out of breath, looking up into his darkened eyes.

For a few seconds, you both just stared at each other, mutually drinking in the flustered face in front of you. Jake cracked a crooked smile, whispering softly, “Wish we had our own tent.”

You blushed at his words, giggling breathlessly in surprise. “Naughty,” you joked quietly, biting your lip.

Jake flushed and his eyes widened, “I meant so I could kiss you more, I didn’t- I mean I want- but I mea-“ You giggled, shutting him up with a kiss. He melted in your touch, sighing softly as you pulled away. You gave him a bright grin.

“Well… you sort of get your wish.”

Jake furrowed his brow, “How’s that?”

You looked down shyly. “The other guys… they knew,” you clear your throat, “they knew I liked you, and well… I think if we go into that tent, we’re gonna find an empty section of it meant for us,” you finished, smirking bashfully.

Jake’s confused look morphed into a shit eating grin. “You been talkin’ to them about me, huh?” He cocked his head in mock arrogance.

You playfully thumped his shoulder. “You shush.”

He giggled, drawing you into him for another kiss in the night air. “That’s cute,” he said lowly against your lips.

You lightly nipped his bottom lip, giving him a cheeky smile. “What, you never talked to Josh about me?”

Now it was Jake’s turn to blush. His eyes darted nervously, quietly mumbling, “Yeah, maybe…” You smiled wider, pulling him impossibly closer and kissing his jaw, earning you a soft sigh.

“What did you talk about?” you whispered against his adorable little dimple, pressing a kiss to it.

Jake was unraveling at your flirty touches, getting increasingly flustered. “I- uhm, we talked… sometimes… well I talked, he listened,” he smirked bashfully, “Just… cute things you did… funny things you said to me, or like, certain dresses you wore, cute ways you’d do your hair,” he ran his fingers through your hair, causing you to shiver. You looked up at him, doe-eyed, hoping he’d continue.

“Sometimes I’d uhhh…” he blushed, swallowing, then shaking his head.

You smiled encouragingly, “You’d what, babe?”

His jaw fell open slightly, clearly enjoying your new use of the pet name. “I’d… I guess, theorize? About what kissing you would be like,” he ended with a breathy whisper.

You blushed, but you were absolutely beaming at the revelation. You stood on your tiptoes, pecking his lips teasingly, then turning and pulling him with you towards the tent’s door without another word.

You paused at the door, listened for a second, hearing no snoring. You rolled your eyes, knowing they were definitely eavesdropping, and you unzipped the entrance, stepping inside and kicking your sandals off. Jake followed suit, and you made eye-contact, winking at him before you stepped over the bodies of your friends, not-so-gently stepping on Sam’s leg.

“OW- fuck,” he hissed, curling into himself. You and Jake laughed, joined by Danny and Josh who’d given up their façade as well, and you nudged his lanky frame with your foot, “Sorry Sammy, didn’t see ya there!” You gave him your best innocent face, to which he groaned and rolled away from you. “Meanie.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile and unzipped the inside door to the next segment of the tent. You let Jake step in beside you, and after you zipped up the door, you heard Josh giggling on the other side, a quiet “Ooo la la,” quickly followed by a muffled “Oof-“ as presumably Danny kicked him.

You and Jake made eye contact and held back a laugh, unfurling your sleeping bags.

You bit your lip, laying yours beside Jake’s well-loved blue plaid one. “You still got that thing?”

He followed your eyes to his sleeping bag, and nodded, “Yeah, lots of memories in that thing,” he smirked.

You gave him a disgusted look, to which he laughed and quickly said “Not that, ew.”

You giggled, feeling giddy still, “Ew? What, do girls have cooties, Jacob?”

He snorted, shaking his head and flopping down, wiggling his legs into the sack. “Yeah, keep your distance, will ya?”

You responded by flopping down beside him, then promptly wiggling like an oversized caterpillar towards him until your sides were pressed together. You flashed him a wide smile, and he giggled, “Oh shit, well now I’m already contaminated. Guess we may as well quarantine together.”

You snickered, bringing your voice down to a hushed whisper, guaranteeing only Jake’s ears would hear you. “I heard kissing is a great way to boost the immune system, y’know.”

He turned his head, leaning up on his elbow over you, smug as anything. “I’ve heard that too, we’d better try it. For science, you know,” he leaned down with a smirk.

You nodded quickly, “For science.” His lips met yours, skipping the gentle hesitant kisses and slipping his tongue immediately along your bottom lip. You held back a moan at his boldness, losing yourself into the sensations as you made out with your crush in a tent. High school you would’ve fainted if she could see you now. Jakes hand roamed up from its place on your shoulder, smoothing along your neck and collarbones. His hot, wet kisses consumed your every thought, and he slid his hand southward more. You gasped slightly into his mouth as it cupped your boob, and he quickly pulled back, retracting his hand as well.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have, I should’ve asked-“ He cupped your cheek apologetically, and you quieted him with a kiss for the second time. Quite effective method, you noted to yourself.

You gave him a cheeky smile. “No, it was a good gasp, I liked it,” you breathed, taking his hand in yours and guiding back to your chest. His face quickly morphed from regret to relief, then to hunger. “Oh,” he choked out.

Diving back down to resume the kiss, he ran his hand down your front. You whimpered quietly into the heated kiss, and he took it as encouragement, slipping his chilly hand under your shirt. You flinched slightly at the temperature shock, earning you a playful giggle from Jake, who promptly flattened his freezing hand against your stomach. You hissed, squirming under his touch with a breathless giggle, “No, you’re fucking frozen solid!”

He nodded, smiling mischievously, flipping his hand and pressing the equally cold back of his hand against you.

You squealed silently and shoved his hand away, quickly pushing him back and rolling to lean over him, pinning his icicle hands above his head. “What are you, dead?? Why’re you so cold, huh?”

His face quickly twisted in surprise and lust, and you realized the nature of your position over him. You blushed and smiled smugly, pecking his nose and falling back into your own sleeping bag. Jake exhaled beside you, and you pretended not to notice the way he adjusted his sweatpants.

You shivered, “you gave me a chill, Cob.”

He rolled his eyes and snickered at the use of that nickname, looking at you playfully. “First of all, don’t fucking call me that, for the hundredth time, and second of all, why don’t we warm each other up?”

You blushed, looking at him hesitantly. He broke into a smile, “I just mean sharing a sleeping bag, God, I swear I don’t think with my dick that much.” He shook his head.

You giggled, “You’re the one with the euphemisms, what do you expect me to think?”

He tsked at you, “Dirty mind, you have.” He unzipped his sleeping bag, holding up the edge to you invitingly, smiling hopefully at you. You couldn’t resist that adorable face, and you wrinkled your nose as you gave in, wiggling around until you were encapsulated in his bag, your own fully unzipped and laid over the both of you like a blanket.

You sighed and relaxed into Jakes body, resting your hand on his chest. “God, I never would’ve thought the day would end like this,” you mumbled contentedly. Jake grinned wide, kissing your forehead. “Yeah, same, but I’m so, so glad it did,” he told you softly. You smiled, burying your face into his neck shyly, and hesitantly bring your leg up to hook around his. You paused for a second, “this okay?”

He hummed his approval, nuzzling into the top of your head and snaking his arms around you in return. You could’ve died right then and there, happier than you can ever remember being.

“Perfect,” he mumbled, mouth squished against your hair. You bit your lip, inwardly squealing once more. You squeezed his side, a sort of hug in the tight quarters you were tangled in.

Before you knew it, your eyes were fluttering open to the sound of birds calling overhead. Sun was shining through the nylon walls of the tent, warming up the tent like a sauna. You’d never slept better in your life, despite the rather hard sleeping pad.

You rolled your neck, your muscles screaming at you for the awkward position, but you were so elated you didn’t care. Beside you, having rolled even closer in his sleep, was Jake in all his morning glory. Sweat made his hair cling to his forehead, his lips parted as he softly snored. His cheeks were slightly flushed from the warm air, and his arms were tightly wound around your body.

You realized one of his hands had migrated to your ass sometime in the night, gripping your butt cheek firmly even in his slumber. You rolled your eyes affectionately, and laid your head back down, just watching him breathe.

It was so peaceful, so calm and sweet. It dawned on you that it was too quiet, and you carefully raised your wrist, checking the time.

11:24

You figured the other three had gotten tired of waiting, and left already for the hike Sam had wanted to go on. You were more than happy for their absence, able to talk freely to Jake when he decided to wake up.

Snuggling back into his side, he hummed softly in his sleep, drawing you into his body even closer.

Your eyes shot open suddenly, as a foreign object made itself known against your thigh. Your face heated quickly, eyeing his face closely for any sign of consciousness. He let out another snore, proving that he was unaware of his body’s involuntary reaction to your proximity.

You let out a shaky breath, heat flooding down your body. You weren’t about to make any moves on him in his sleep, but dear god, it was right there-

You were shaken once again as Jake moaned under his breath, the hand on your ass squeezing the flesh and pulling you firmly against him. Against him. His hips shifted slightly, grinding his erection into your leg. Your jaw fell open, frozen in this purgatory. You didn’t want to wake him, but you really wanted to wake him. You wondered what he was dreaming about.

He repeated the motion, grinding into you again, his moan more articulated this time, ending in a mumbled word, you were pretty sure was a slurred, ‘fuck.’

The heat pooling between your legs was getting harder to ignore. This was something you’d dreamed about, something you’d fantasized would happen. You wanted him so bad, but not like this. Not unconscious, without his knowledge. It wasn’t right.

Making your decision, you reached up and cupped his face gently. “Jake,” you whispered.

He didn’t respond, only moving his hips again, his lips parting with a silent groan. His brows pulled together in the centre of his forehead, mumbling-

“Yeah… please, Bug-“ His breath hitched, interrupting his sleep talking.

You whined under your breath, feeling too hot for your own skin. It was you, he was having a wet dream about you.

“Jake,” you spoke, running your thumb across his cheek a few times. Jake’s snore ended in a snort, swallowing and then blinking his eyes open. The second they focused on you, he froze, lifting his hand a few inches off your ass.

“Goodmorning,” he said shakily, his morning rasp accompanying the rapid spread of his blush.

You bit your lip, deciding to tease him a little. You leaned forward, pecking the tip of his nose and “accidentally” pressing your thigh into his rock hard length.

His short gasp fueled you, and you smirked. “It’s a great morning.”

Jake’s eyes were hazy, struggling to stay focused on your face, but you weren’t sure if it was from sleep or lust. Likely a combination, but you wanted to press a little harder. You innocently brought your knee upwards, dragging your leg along his cock through his sweatpants. You bit your lip hard, watching his eyes nearly roll back and a quiet, breathy groan escaping his chest.

He met your eyes, questioningly. You answered by leaning in and kissing him softly. He melted under your kiss, hands wrapping around your middle and pulling you on top of him. You straddled his hips, moaning softly against his pillowy lips, spurring him on further. You wanted him desperately, unable to stop yourself from grinding your heat into his cock, rocking slowly.

Jake finally let out a real moan, and you nearly fainted at the sound. He was so fucking gorgeous in every way, of course he’d have the most amazing moans. His hands found your hips, crashing his lips back onto yours as he guided you back and forth. Your leggings were probably soaked through at this point, you’d never been so horny in your life. The heated makeout escalated as one of Jake’s hands slipped up under your shirt, brushing his fingertips against your underboob with an astonished sounding gasp. He bucked his hips up into you, moving his hand up to cup and squeeze your tit, swiping his thumb across your nipple.

You whimpered pathetically and Jake growled lowly, lifting you up his body slightly. He lifted your shirt up over the swell of your breasts, his hungry eyes drinking in your bare chest. You ground against his stomach with a needy whimper, and Jake exhaled shakily, pulling your shirt off the rest of the way. He looked up at you then, softly checking in. “Is this alright?”

Your face softened, and you nodded. “Yeah, baby, this is great.”

He smiled wide, pulling you down and lightly licking your nipple. “Baby, huh?” He sucked gently, looking up at you through his lashes. ”I like that.”

You bit your lip, trying to hold in a needy whimper. You shifted down his body, resettling over his groin and burying your face in his neck. Jake sighed, tilting his head to give you better access to his soft, sweet smelling skin. You experimentally flattened your tongue, laving hot French kisses down alongside the tendon of his neck. Jake immediately let out a breathy groan, lacing his fingers in your hair and planting his feet. He bucked his hips up, firmly grinding his covered cock into your over heated center.

You couldn’t stop the moan that flew out of you. He was rock hard, straining against his grey sweat pants angrily. You pulled back from him, looking down to where your bodies met. You looked back up at him through your lashes, innocently. Jake bit his lip, squeezing your hips and watching you.

You spoke softly after a deep breath. “You know me, I’m not a first date kind of girl.”

Jake nodded, understanding and relaxing his grip on your hips, allowing you the freedom to climb off him. Your heart softened, his respect for you only making you want him more. He wasn’t even gonna be disappointed, he valued your comfort that much.

“But,” you continued, smirking at the little flicker of hope that ignited all the same in Jake’s eyes. “You’re not a first date, are you.”

He tentatively smirked. “I suppose not?” he rasped.

You rolled your hips against his once more, making him gasp and flutter his eyelids. “If you’ll have me… I want you so bad.” You confessed softly.

Jake let out a soft grunt of desire, pulling you down by your neck to kiss him. Your lips moved together, moaning softly as your hips did the same.

“I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more than I want you, now, and always,” Jake breathed against your lips, his forehead pressing against yours. “I love you, I don’t care if it’s too soon, or whatever, I do. I’ve loved you for ages.”

Jake’s confession made your heart swell in your chest, your jaw falling open slightly. You kissed him again, softer and more passionately than before. He relaxed under you, soothed by your eager response. You broke away, only enough to whisper, “I love you, Jake.”

His smile was face-splitting as he rolled you both over. You giggled as he pressed kisses all over your face, hovering over your body. He chuckled breathlessly, continuing to flutter kisses anywhere he could reach, speaking between them, “You, are, so, fucking, cute, yknow that?”

You squirmed, giggling and holding his face in your hands to pause his attack. “Not as cute as you, Cob.” He rolled his eyes, giggling regardless. “I liked baby better, but I suppose old habits die hard.”

You pecked his lips, “Well, baby,” another peck, “I think,” peck, “we should take advantage of this empty tent while we can.”

He smirked devilishly at your words, running one hand down your side and supporting his weight on the other. His trailed down your body, slipping his fingers into your waistband of your leggings. “I’d be inclined to agree, doll.”

You tugged his shirt upwards, pulling it over his head with his assistance. He was immediately back down over you, kissing across your collarbone and down between your breasts. He swung his knee over your thighs, evenly distributing his weight to free his other hand. He cupped both of your breasts, squishing them together and moaning softly as he kissed and sucked hickeys all over them. You were quivering and whimpering under his attention, his fingers moving to roll and pinch your nipples gently.

“Jake,” you strained, “more, please.”

He looked up at you smugly. “Mm, I fucking love the way you say my name like that.” His hands smoothed down your sides, thumbs hooking in your leggings. His eyes widened slightly, not feeling a second waistband under them.

He shakily exhaled, looking up at you hungrily. “No panties?” he breathed. You bit your lip, shaking your head. His eyes darkened, muttering, “Dirty girl,” before sliding them over your hips. He pulled them down off your ankles, readjusting between your legs instead of straddling them. He rested his hands on your knees, looking up at you before pulling them gently apart. You blushed slightly, giving him a cheeky smirk and looking down. You could feel how wet you were, and as his eyes dipped down, they hooded darkly. He let out a feral groan, his brows knitting together.

“You’re so wet…” he practically whimpered, his calluses scraping down your inner thigh gently as he neared your opening. You bit your lip hard, arching your back slightly in impatience. He smirked, shoving you down by your hipbones with both hands. “Relax, doll.”

You gave him a pleading look, “Jake… I need you, don’t tease.”

His eyes softened and he leaned down over you, giving you a soft kiss. “I know, pretty girl, I’m gonna make you feel so… good…” He whispered against your lips, grinding lightly into you through his sweatpants with the last two words. You whimpered, nodding lightly, all words having left your brain.

He made his way down your body, holding eye contact with you as he descended. You let out a shaky breath, watching him settle on his stomach between your legs. He smirked then, pulling a hair elastic from around his wrist. He quickly threw his hair up in a loose bun, giving you a wink as he leaned down. He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, still watching you closely. You just observed, on the edge of your metaphorical seat. He kissed a trail up your thigh, nipping the skin between his teeth occasionally. Finally, he gave you another dark smirk, and dove down, licking a hot flat stripe from your soaking wet entrance up over your clit.

You moaned softly, your hand sliding down of its own accord to lace in his hair. He groaned softly as you tugged him into you, latching his lips around your clit and slipping his tongue around the bud lazily. His arms snaked under your thighs, wrapping around them and resting on your hips. His face pressed further into your wet slit, sucking your clit and creating an obscene slurping noise. He then began flicking his tongue over your clit expertly.

“Ja- OH fuck, oh god, yes, Jake, yesss,” you whined helplessly. Your hips bucked as much as they could through his restraints, grinding into his face harder. He groaned into you, the vibrations shooting straight into your tight bundle of nerves. Your jaw fell open, head leaning back. It was almost too much for you to keep your eyes open, overwhelming watching Jake’s talented mouth work at you, but you forced your eyes to stay on him. Months of pining behind you, you weren’t gonna miss a second of this. Jake hitched one of your thighs higher over his shoulder, his fingers gripping tightly to support this new angle. His lips stayed attached to you as his head angled slightly to the side. You bucked slightly and moaned again, panting heavily. Then his other hand slithered out from under your other leg, pushing your knee further out before bring his fingers up to your entrance. His eyes found yours, shooting you a devilish wink before slipping two fingers into you slickly.

Your head tossed back, the hand in his hair tugging at his roots in desperation. “Fuck, oh my god-“ you groaned, his fingers pumping in and out of you and scissoring perfectly, nudging your g spot as they curled. “Jake… ‘M gonna cum, please, please don’t stop-“ Your muscles spasmed, clenching tighter around his fingers.

Jake groaned into you, sucking your clit harshly and lightly shaking his face back and forth. “Soak me, baby,” he mumbled hoarsely against your clit, immediately latching back on. He sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it rapidly, and with a final curl of his rough fingers inside you, you spasmed with your orgasm.

You bucked and cried out, arching into his face and pulling his hair. “JAKE ohhh, oh fuck, yes, oh god,” you practically sobbed, riding out your high against his perfect mouth.

Jake gently brought you down, licking softly at you and drawing his fingers back out. You blinked your eyes open, watching him sit up, licking his fingers clean as he looked over you in admiration.

You blushed, smiling lazily up at him. “Holy fuck,” you giggled, still breathless.

Jake smiled proudly. He came up beside you, leaning over your body and pulling you into him by your hip. He tilted his head, kissing you gently. You sighed against his lips contentedly and you felt him smile into the kiss. Pulling away enough to look you in the eyes, he reached and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You taste so fucking good,” he breathed, eyeing your face. “I could eat that pretty pussy for hours.”

You pulled him down, crashing his mouth against yours again. He groaned softly, wrestling his tongue with yours. His length twitched against your thigh and you pressed into it, earning you a gasp.

“My turn,” you said as you pushed him flat on his back. He bit his lip, catching your eye. “You sure? I didn’t do that for anything in return,” he assured you gently. You nodded and gave him a cheeky smile. “I know, babe.” You kissed his chest right above his right pectoral. “I want your cock in my mouth more than anything,” your words muffled as you left a trail of wet hot kisses down his abdomen. He let out a strained moan, his hand lacing into your hair as you came to his waist band.

You looked up at him, immediately feeling a rush of desire at his flushed cheeks and dark, hooded eyes. He leaned up on his elbow to watch you, and you tugged his sweats down an inch. You gave him a smirk, cooing softly, “No underwear on you, either.”

“Guess that makes me a dirty boy,” he smirked, referencing his words earlier.

You tugged his sweats down further, dragging them over his erection teasingly. He inhaled sharply as they drug over his swollen tip, and your mouth watered at the sight of him. He was definitely the biggest you’d ever seen, not that you had seen very many, but still. Perfectly girthy, and pretty to look at. Blueish veins decorated his length, and his soft pink head leaked precum, a white pearlescent bead forming near his delicate slit. You ran your hand from its place just above his knee up to the v of his groin, biting your lip hard. He watched your reaction smugly, but quickly lost the upper hand when you brought your finger down that dip in muscle inwards toward his base. Your fingers slipped down over his dark brown pubic hair, finally wrapping gently around him. His breath shuddered at your touch, his abdomen clenching.

You breathily said, “You’re so big,” and his jaw fell open slightly, puffing gently in his flustered state. He was already so worked up, you felt so powerful. You squeezed his base once, bring your fist up his impressive length, gently twisting at the tip, then back down. Jake whined shakily, his head falling forward, watching through his lashes.

You smiled, repeating the motion a few more times, enjoying his breathy sighs and whimpers.

In a moment of clarity, Jake growled in his chest as his erection twitched in your hand. “I thought you said you wanted my cock in your mouth,” he rumbled deeply.

You licked your lips, batting your eyelashes at him. “Mmm, you want me to suck it, Jakey?” You leaned forward, lightly kissing his tip. He clenched his abdomen tightly again, hissing through his teeth.

“Please, doll… wanna feel that pretty mouth around me,” he gritted, bucking his hips slightly under your weight. Another wave of wet desire pooled between your thighs, and you couldn’t bear it anymore. You were teasing yourself just as much as him.

Lowering your head, you brought his velvety head into your mouth, sucking gently as you stroked his base. He let out a feral groan, the hand in your hair tightening, but not pushing.

You almost wish he would.

Your tongue swirled around his head in your mouth, then you moved to lick up the full length of him. You returned his desire-crazed expression with a grin, lapping from the delicate underside of his head to his small slit. He whimpered, his eyes fighting to stay open.

You sunk down then, as far as you could take him. His tip brushed the roof of your mouth near the back, almost making you gag but you breathed through your nose and relaxed. Jake groaned, fist tightening in your hair making you moan into him. He hissed, hips bucking involuntarily. You anticipated his jerkiness, luckily, moving with him and pinning his hips down. You bobbed slowly, suctioning around him tightly. His jaw hung open in bliss, his brows tightly knit and turned upwards in the centre of his sweaty forehead.

“God-“ he panted, “C’mere, please baby,” his shaky hand pulled you up to his level after you released him teasingly. His lips met yours frantically, and he pushed you on your back, quickly crawling overtop of you.

“You want me?” he goaded, giving his cock a few jerks, guiding it up and down your wet folds.

You nodded, helplessly whimpering. “Please Jake.”

He buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply, then kissing and sucking at the skin in the crook of your shoulder. “Want me to fuck you? Want my cock inside you baby?” He rutted through your folds, catching on your clit deliciously. You moaned weakly, nodding fast.

He growled softly. “Gonna fuck you so good you forget your own name, doll. Not gonna stop until youre soaking my cock, just like you soaked my face,” he rasped in your ear, turning your brain to mush.

“Please,” you squeaked out desperately, your nails digging into his shoulders. He lifted his face to kiss you feverishly, pushing into you smoothly. You both groaned as he stretched your walls with his girthy cock. Your eyes squeezed shut, soft whimpers accompanying each pant. Jake clenched his jaw, pulling out nearly all the way, then pushing back in deeply. You cried out hoarsely, scratching his back with your nails as they raked over him. He set a brisk pace, moaning your name in your ear. You knew you weren’t going to last long, not with his tip dragging over your g spot so deliciously with every thrust.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck Jake, so good, feels so fucking good,” you babbled incoherently, his hips picking up even more. He groaned, looking down into your eyes, his hand coming up to wrap around your throat gently. His eyes were absolutely blown out, nearly black with lust as he slammed into you repeatedly. He grit his teeth, wrapping his other hand around your thigh, pulling it up to rest your calf on his shoulder. He sunk even deeper now, making your eyes roll back as you felt your second orgasm bubbling.

Jake all but snarled animalistically, “You’re mine, you’re all fucking mine, you’re my girl.” He began circling your clit with his fingers, momentarily pausing his hips to spit down onto your clit. He started right back up, meeting your eyes intensely. You whimpered and cried a string of agreement, not daring to look away.

“Say it, who’s are you?” he growled, leaning down to hover over your lips, driving his cock harder against your g spot at this angle. You practically sobbed, “Yours Jake, I’m yours, I’m yours!”

He wildly kissed you, groaning loudly as his cock twitched inside you. “Cum for me, babe, fucking cum all over my cock, make me yours,” he pleaded desperately. You cried out, clenching tightly around him at his words, spinning out of control into your orgasm. He pounded into you right through it, his own animalistic yell following yours. He twitched, pulling out quickly and desperately jerking himself through his own climax, shooting his load across your abdomen and spread open pussy. His chest heaved as he slowed down, his eyes fluttering open slowly.

You panted hard, still twitching around nothing as your afterglow set in, your muscles relaxing bit by bit. Jake grabbed his t shirt, wiping his release off you gently, extra careful around your sensitive slit. He balled it up, tossing it to the corner of the tent and collapsed beside you. You both snuggled into each other, slowly catching your breath as one.

A dopey smile spread across your face, and Jake felt it against his chest, smiling at the tent’s ceiling. “That was…” he trailed off dreamily.

You sighed happily, nuzzling into his warm chest. “Absolutely mind blowing? Yeah,” you mumbled against his skin.

His chest shook gently as he giggled. “Yeah?”

You smirked against his chest. “You know it was, don’t be smug.”

He kissed the top of your head, murmuring, “hard not to be smug when I’ve got the most beautiful girl in the world telling me I blew her mind.” You could just feel the grin on his face, and you rolled your eyes affectionately.

“Well I hope you know, you’re stuck with me now. You’ve ruined me for all other men, Cob,” you lamented dramatically.

He smiled wide above you, shifting to tilt your chin up. His nose to yours, he looked into your eyes. “Didn’t I say not to call me that?” He said teasingly.

You giggled softly, resting your hand on his warm chest. “What should I call you then?”

He bit his lip, his expression turning almost shy. His voice soft and sweet, he asked you, “How does um… how does ‘your boyfriend’ sound?”

His big brown puppy eyes searched yours hopefully, and you could’ve thrown up from the dizzying happiness you felt. Your smile nearly split your face as you nodded quickly, kissing him through your smile.

He pulled back with a giddy little laugh. “Yeah? You wanna be my girl?” His hand cupped your cheek.

You rubbed your nose against his sweetly, “More than anything. You wanna be my guy?”

He bit his lip, eyes twinkling with joy. “I already am, baby.” His arms snaked around your middle, pulling you close against his body. You sighed, swimming in this blissful feeling. “I love you, Jake, so fucking much.”

“I love you more, babygirl,” came his soft answer behind your ear.

You stayed like that, pressed together as close as humanly possible, for quite a while. You weren’t exactly sure how long, perfectly content to drink in and absorb the feelings and the moment. Jake’s soft breathing lulled you into a sleepy trance, completely relaxed and safe in his arms.

You were broken out of your reverie from the sound of breaking twigs and crunching footsteps approaching. You reluctantly sat up, grabbing your shirt as Jake grumbled sleepily, blindly reaching out for you to come back with his eyes shut. Your heart melted all over again, smiling like a lovesick puppy as you grabbed his outstretched hand. “Cmon, baby, the guys are back,” you cooed, kissing his fingertips. He smiled, crinkling his nose and fluttering open his eyes. “So?” he rasped.

You giggled, “soooo, you need to put clothes on.” You pulled your shirt over your head, followed by a light sweater.

He rolled his eyes, swatting dismissively. “Nothing they haven’t seen before.”

You snorted, “Not gonna ask. Up, cmon,” you swatted his bare ass playfully, earning you a cheeky smirk as he sat up. You finished getting dressed together, finally unzipping the inner tent door and climbing out into the sunlight. You squinted your eyes from the harsh light, Jake following behind you, rubbing at his.

Josh, Sam and Danny sat around last nights fire pit, beginning to light it again to boil some water for coffee. They all turned at the sound of the zipper, the three of them giving you and Jake matching smug grins.

You couldn’t hide the bashful grin or the blush that erupted on your face, which they read correctly as a confirmation of what just transpired. Josh shot up from his chair, whooping loudly, followed by Sam and Danny applauding playfully. You laughed and rolled your eyes as you flopped in your chair, and Jake in his. Sam gave you both a once-over, smirking knowingly. “You two are… glowing,” he remarked smugly.

Danny smiled, a little more tactfully than Sammy, simply offering a “congrats, you two.”

You and Jake looked at each other, shyly smiling with a mumbled, “thanks…”

Josh patted Jake on the back, grinning wide. “Obligatory ‘nice job bro’,” to which Jake snorted a quiet thanks, then Josh turned to you, “not so obligatory but I still mean it, I’m happy for you, Bug.” You beamed at him, opening your arms invitingly. Josh wrapped you up in a bear hug, lifting you off your chair and squeezing.

You patted his back, squeaking, “Josh… air…” He released you with a giggle, “sorry, just so excited.”

You couldn’t stop smiling, rubbing the back of your neck and sitting down again.

Sam leaned forward, perching his head on his hand, elbow on his bent knee. “So how was it?” he asked you.

Jake glared, “None of your business, little brother.” You giggled, shrugging helplessly to Sam, who snickered. “What? I gotta make sure hes doing his job right. You know where to look if he’s not satisfying you,” Sammy leered jokingly, waggling his eyebrows. You fake-retched, much to Jake’s amusement, and Danny snorted as well, his hand flying to cover his mouth as he laughed.

Sam’s jaw dropped. “I know I was kidding, but heyy!”

You patted Sam’s shoulder through your giggles, and you all moved on, bickering and laughing as you brewed the coffee, then making lunch.

The afternoon was just as easy, just as carefree and closeknit as before. You were relieved that your new relationship with Jake didn’t change the dynamic of the group, only giving the other three more material to tease you with.

Jake proudly held your hand nearly the whole day, not even letting go when you all jumped off the short cliff into the lake. He smiled over at you constantly, every so often pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek, smiling at the way you blushed each time. As the sky darkened and stars began popping into view, Jake played guitar beside you, goofily singing wrong lyrics to make you laugh and showing you different chords. When you curled into him that night, he whispered to you how much he loved you, and how happy and proud he was to be yours.

Everything was perfect.

#greta van fleet fic #greta van smut #greta van fic #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet smut #greta van fluff #greta van fleet #jacob thomas kiszka #jake kiszka #jake gvf #jake kiszka fic #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka fluff

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wolfoftheblackflames · 27 days

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Hello again my misfits. I feel like I've been neglectin' the other ships as of late. So here's one just for you ^^

The Inventor and the Explosive Expert:

It had been a week since Sir Pentious was brought into the hotel. The snake man smiled at his minions as the idiots worked on cleaning his room. "Oh, once you're done with that, I'd like to go into the city for an errand." He stated as Frank saluted.

"Yess sir boss!" The egg replied as he scurried away.

Sir Pentious usually took his blimp, but the thing has been having engine problems. He casually strolled into town since it did feel good to go for a walk every so often. He hummed casually, his head swaying a bit. "Huh?" He blinked hearing an explosion.

"Ha eat shit cock sucker!" A voice boomed as Sir Pentious started to fluff up his frills slightly. He knew the owner of that wonderful Australian accent. Cherri Bomb was seen shoving another bomb into a gunman's mouth and jumping off as it exploded the fool.

The snake demon watched the cyclops in awe. He always loved her brilliant explosive contraptions. He, however, noticed someone trying to ambush her from behind. "Missss Cherri Bomb, look out!" Sir Pentious shouted, alerting the cyclops bombshell.

"Oh, thanks for the heads up, old man!" Cherri grinned as she punched the ambusher. Soon the skirmish ended with the losers running or dead as Cherri laughed dusting herself off.

"Hey Angie did ya get those other fuckers?!" She smirked seeing Angel Dust having a blast with his guns.

"Yep, but looks like there's some more headin' our way!"

"Ah shit, we'd better split up to get those fucks disoriented. I'll meet cha back at your hotel, alright!' Cherri smirked as Angel gave a thumbs up. "C'mon old man!" She grabbed the snake demon to drag him out of the battle zone. But before she could, Sir Pentious dropped a disk like object on the ground.

"What, hey!" He blinked but followed.

"Follow the boss!" Frank ordered as the eggs scurried after the two.

Once out of danger Cherri sighed in relief. "I hate runnin' but those assholes wouldn't quit." She muttered annoyed.

"I left them something fun to deal with for you." Sir Pentious smiled as an explosion was heard. "It's a ssimple contraption but effective when ussed during chaosss." He grinned doing a playful bow.

"Not bad old fart.." Cherri chuckled but hissed softly. The cyclops growled, seeing one of those bullets had grazed her arm. "Fuck.."

Sir Pentious blinked but searched his coat and grumbled. He then smirked, stealing some cloth from an overhang. "Can I wrap your injury, Missy?" He asked as Cherri gave him a 'dafuck' look. "I know you can probably jussst heal with eassse, but I can't sstand by while a young lady iss hurt."

Cherri gave him a skeptical look. "What ever floats your boat edgelord." She shrugged but let him wrap her left arm.

The egg bois yelped as one of them was cracked. "Finally caught up to you fucking bitch!" A bull looking sinner with a shotgun growled with steam coming out of his nose.

"How dare you crusssh one of my minionsss you boob!" Sir Pentious hissed, flaring up his yellow cobra like frills. "Now take thisss!" All his eyes soon emitted a hypnotic trance, forcing the bull to stumble and groan. The snake demon soon slithered over with speed and bit the bull in the neck, injecting the sinner with venom.

"Huh.." Cherri looked amused as the bull sinner started to uncontrollably vomit with Sir Pentious stealing the shot gun.

"A simpleton like you doesn't deserve mercy." The snake demon growled and shot the bull demon sending the sinner flying.

Cherri couldn't help but whistle. "Fuckin' hell mate, didn't know you could handle a gun?" She smirked as Sir Pentious shyly rubbed his neck.

"W-well I wanted to help you... Plus he destroyed one of my many minionsss!" The snake replied being awkward.

"C'mon shit for brains, let's meet up with Angie, eh?" Cherri motioned for him to follow.

The two ran through the back alleyways as soon they didn't have to look far to spy the pink spider demon. "Oh no, Angel Dusst is cornered."

Cherri smirked evilly as five sinners started to close in on Angel. "Got another one of 'em disks?" She asked as Sir Pentious nodded handing her one. "Good cause this is gonna be fun."

With his back against a wall, Angel smirked a bit with his tommy guns out of ammo. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say this is the start of a bad porno." He cheekily sneered.

He kept his eyes on the goons so as not to alert them to the duo on the buildings behind them. "Hehe a free fuck with the famous porn star? Sounds fun." One sinner who was an ugly slug moved forward.

"You limp dicks couldn't afford my sexy ass." Angel soon brought out his extra two arms and shot the group back with his fresh guns.

"Eat shrapnel cock suckers!" Cherri laughed maniacally tossing in her bombs with one of them attached to the disk. A row of explosions wiped out the first two while the disk one caused a bigger one to pretty much turn the other three into mince meat.

Sir Pentious watched in awe seeing her using his work. "Impresssive Misss Bomb." He grinned watching Cherri jump down. "O-oh uh... I'll usse the sstairsss.."

The snake demon came down to Cherri, clapping Angel Dust on the back with a grin. "Well fuck, it seems like that hotel hasn't made ya soft yet."

"Hey I'm still down for blasting holes into some fucks head sugar tits." The spider replied retracting his third set of arms. "C'mon bet little miss princess and Vagina are getting their panties in a twist right now." He laughed amused.

Sir Pentious slithered over as his Eggs followed. "Mind if I join you?" He asked giving a friendly toothy smile.

"Eh sure." Cherri shrugged looking at Angel.

"Why the fuck not." The spider also shrugged as the unlikely trio made their way back to the Hotel.

And yes, Vaggie was incredibly pissed about it since it was on the news, and Charlie was just a cute sobbing mess to see they're ok.

(Hope you guys liked this one, it got stuck in my head plus I figured I'd give Cherrisnake a go.)

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #angel dust #sir pentious #cherrisnake #cherri bomb #lots of swearing #the big booms

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sleeping-in-the-sky · 2 months

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what're your favorite headcanons about the infinite blue boys

asdfghjkl thank you for the ask! Apologies this took so long, I love wanting to do multiple hobbies and subsequently not making progress on any of them

Anyway I'm a sucker for domestic mundane things, like the list of random facts VelvetFox posted in this ask, so here are some headcanons for the boys with that same vibe:

(I had some scraps of IB dad headcanons so those are mixed in here too)

Infinite Blue LIs x Reader. No mentions of reader pronouns or gender. Also posted on Ao3 here.

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Alexei:

Has journals full of thoughts and observations about anything and everything. Some of his writing is illegible and other parts make no sense to anybody but him because it's literally his runaway train of thoughts dumped onto paper. He sticks post-it notes with diagrams between the pages, jots down excerpts from Wikipedia pages, and overall it's not an aesthetic read... But flipping through can give you an idea of how this super genius's brain works.

He also writes about you in these notebooks, albeit they're written in between stuff like the thirty-seven fun facts of siphonophores and his favorite part of last night's dinner. Many of them are things you’ve never even noticed about yourself like the way you hold the steering wheel while driving. This is also where he'll stick date memorabilia, like movie tickets. (this hc was inspired by this fic by @sailxrmxrs <3)

If you two own a saucer chair or some other small round comfy seat, he'll probably fall asleep in it at least once. He curls up, all 5'10" of him tucked in that tiny space. Naturally, his body hurts when he wakes up and therefore he gets a bit grumpy. So next time if you see him dozing off maybe lead him to the couch or the bed so he can stretch comfortably.

Brooklyn:

I want to imagine that he has a closet only for his clothing irons and ironing boards. Like a fucking broom closet and you open it to see that there's those four boards and a dozen irons. These include vintage clothing irons, restored and repurposed. He knows how to use them and take care of them too. Why does this make me laugh so hard.

Clothes shopping. Take this man clothes shopping. Yes, he'll buy you anything but honestly? Even disregarding that it’s a fun time because he would enjoy discussing outfits, and if your taste isn't the same as his business-academia-formal style he could be convinced into trying an outfit you styled, or vice versa. Also he's a total simp every time you step out of the changing room. Need fit pics? He's got you covered.

Something tells me Brooklyn would enjoy snacks and desserts from around the world. He'd love to make them himself (and with you!), but you could just come home with some mitarashi-dango because your local Asian supermarket was having a sale and he's already cracking open the container for the ceremonial-grade green tea leaves.

Leo:

Leo's our favorite gamer guy, but I think he also enjoys jigsaw puzzles whether they be with his friends or you or both. These are the quiet nights where everyone is focusing, intently staring at the puzzle sitting on the coffee table while aimlessly chatting. It's super peaceful, though sometimes time slips by unnoticed and by the time you all finish it's two in the morning.

Does that thing where you put someone in a shopping car, sprint across the parking lot while pushing said cart, then jump on it while it's moving. He does it with his friends, you, and his future kid (albeit with a lot more caution). He really wants to kiss you while he’s doing it too, but maybe not because what happens if he hits a car, or worse, someone else?

While we're on the topic of transportation and kisses, every time you're sitting shotgun and he pulls the car in reverse he'll put his hand on your seat and lean in to kiss you. Every. Single. Time.

Kiss him first. It'll get him flustered. Do it.

Milo:

I want to believe he really likes having his hair brushed. If you ask him about it he'll never admit it beyond a quick affirmative, but anytime you sit behind him and start to gently run the bristles through his tangles, he could feel himself relaxing. It's soothing. He might fall asleep like that.

Milo would own a 3d printer. I have no definitive reasons why. Vibe check says he owns a 3d printer and will print out cool little knickknacks and give them to you without a word because they either help you in a mundane way (like a toothbrush holder), or he'll print out something cute like a tiny frog with a mushroom hat because he likes seeing your face light up.

Or he'll print out something cursed, like that Thomas the Tank Engine bottlecap where the liquid streams out of the eyes. It's a coin toss every time.

Rory:

Was that one kid reading with a flashlight under the covers. Even now that he's older, he likes to get a bed light and read before bed. Sometimes he gets super engrossed in it and you gotta peel that book off him. He’ll complain. Stand your ground. Otherwise he'll be super sleep-deprived and cranky the next morning.

If his future child also turns out to be an avid reader, he'll secretly change out their flashlight batteries. Or get them a night light with some half-baked excuse of, "so you don't turn on all the lights when you get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and wake the entire house up." Sure, Rory.

Speaking of sleep-related things, he really likes it when you fall asleep next to him/on him. His expression melts into the softest smile and he'll pull you in tightly. If he falls asleep on you, he's the kind to unconsciously hold onto you/must be touching you at all times. He gets really embarrassed about it if you mention this to him. I recommend taking a picture and making it his contact photo.

Tobias:

Has terrible handwriting but an impeccable signature. Don't ever ask him to write the grocery list because it takes forever to decipher his chicken scratch, but he'll sign stuff for fans in one fluid stroke, and that shit looks clean. And yes, he'll offer to sign something for you too.

Loves it when he's chilling on the couch after a long day and you flop on top of him. He'll happily be your teddy bear and let you lay there for hours, the two of you chatting and watching TV while he rubs soft circles on your back. Feel free to fall asleep like that too.

He's the type to enjoy flashy, expensive dates. He takes you out in his sports car to get dinner at a fancy restaurant, followed by spectating sports games from the VIP seats. But I also think incredibly mundane things, like the two of you going out just to grab ice cream in sweatpants and hoodies give him a special kind of happiness.

Seeing you sleepily rubbing your eyes as you come to pick him up from the airport is enough to make him giddy.

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omg okay so i just had an idea; imagine being saul's hot young newly- wed wife & you come into the office & bring him his lunch everyday which drives him absolutely insane so he brags about you all day long 😩😩

I’m a sucker for the shotgun wedding trope, especially because New Mexico is close enough to Nevada for them to have a Vegas wedding

Like imagine he’s there just for the weekend to let off some steam and somehow he gets hella drunk and he wakes up in bed with some random girl and uhhhh is that a marriage certificate

He’s fumbling around trying to check the legitimacy of it when she rolls over and blinks the sleep out of her eyes, giving him a soft smile.

“What’s that?” She murmurs, soft hands gliding over his wrist to tilt the paper into her view.

“Legal documentation of our holy matrimony.” He furrowed his eyebrows at the sheet of paper, still denying the fact he needed reading glasses.

“Hm?” She giggles at hearing such big words so early in the morning, lazily resting her head on his shoulder.

“Marriage certificate,” he answered gruffly, heaving out a long sigh.

“We’re married?” Her eyes widened, surprised but seemingly not upset by the situation.

“Yep-“ A smirk crept onto her face as she stretched her leg over his lap and straddled him. “Uh-what are you-“ she cuts him off with a short kiss, winding her arms around his shoulders.

“Well we have to consummate the marriage, don’t we?” She looked up at him, batting her lashes and biting her lip in a very seductive way.

Most people would have gone and got the marriage annulled. That was the usual response to waking up next to someone you don’t know the name of and finding out you’re married.

Or at the very least the normal response wouldn’t be going along with it and moving in together like a real married couple. But after that first morning he would be hard pressed to let a woman like her get away.

To everyone else she seems like a gold digger. She’s probably 20 years younger than him, prancing around in designer minidresses that she’d have no means to purchase on her own.

Not that he minds.

He gets off on her spending his money. Like she saunters into his office in an outfit that costs more than most peoples rent and she’s slapping a magazine on his desk and pointing at a pair of shoes with a little pout on her face.

And he’s like “honey, you already have those.”

She rolls her eyes and points to another pair of shoes in a slightly darker shade. “No I have those, these are a different color.”

“You know you don’t have to ask, get whatever you want.” He reached his hand around her waist but since he’s sat down and she’s standing up his hand is really more on her ass.

“Maybe I just wanted to come see my husband,” she cooed, settling down on his lap and twirling his tie around her finger.

“Yeah? Lemme guess, you maxed the card again?” He gave her a knowing look, smoothing a hand over her thigh and shaking his head. He tried to come across as annoyed but he couldn’t stop the grin pulling at the corner of his lips.

She answered his question with a kiss, pulling him against her by tugging his tie. “Mhmm,” she mumbled into his mouth.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll get you some cash in a minute.” The promise of money doesn’t deter her from her quest of licking into his mouth, moving onto pressing lipstick stains to his neck when he has to take a phone call.

She brazenly teases her hands over the bulge in his pants and watching the muscle in his neck strait as he grits his teeth, trying to remain calm and keep quiet about her fondling him.

With some half baked excuse he hangs up the call and she turns bashful with his full attention on her. “You’re such a tease,” he groans.

“Isn’t that why you married me?”

“Nah. I married you for this rack.” He teased, hands squeezing her tits to get the point across. “Do we have time for a quickie?”

“That all depends on you, dear. Get to work, I don’t have all day.” Her tone is sharp and demanding but she’s already pushing her skirt up and pulling her panties to the side before he can even reply. All bark no bite.

“Yes ma’am.” Their ‘quickie’ turns into an hour and a half lunch break, interrupted multiple times by banging on his door alerting him that there were customers waiting.

When everything is done she sits in his chair, watching him carefully button his dress shirt, a satisfied smirk playing on her face.

“OH! I brought you something.” She dug around in her purse and fished out a canister of homemade soup. “Have a nice lunch, honey.”

He grabbed her by the waist, seeing her off with a kiss and $20,000 cash shoved into her purse.

#bcs #Saul goodman #Saul goodman x reader #jimmy mcgill x reader

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munsuneddie · 2 years

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thinkin about going to a pumpkin patch with eddie.

he picks you up one day unannounced, insistently ringing your doorbell until you finally swing it open. it’s 9 in the morning, who the hell was ringing your bell like a psychopath?

“eddie?” figures. “what are you doing here so early?”

he stands in your doorway with a grin so wide, you actually fear for his well-being.

“pumpkin patch!” he holds his arms out as if to behold! something, but it’s just his shitty old van. “i’m taking you to a pumpkin patch, baby! hurry - get dressed, it’s an hour away and we have to get the best pumpkins.”

“an hour?” you raise your eyebrows at him and fold your arms across your chest, awfully aware that you were in your pj’s still. “where the hell is this pumpkin patch?”

eddie shushes you by urging you up your stairs to change, and well, if he wasn’t just so damn cute in his flannel and familiar ripped jeans. so you change, going for the same kind of vibe your boyfriend had gone for - one that’s perfect for pumpkin picking. (try saying that 10 times fast).

and that’s how you find yourself an hour out of town in 40° weather at 10 am, searching a vast farm for eddie’s perfect pumpkin. he spends an hour listlessly walking around until he finally spots the biggest, roundest pumpkin at the patch.

“she’s the one, sweetheart,” he whispers, bending down to gently pat the pumpkin he’d later carve into.

“she? really, eddie?” you roll your eyes but kneel down to his level to admire it alongside him.

it really is the perfect pumpkin.

“c’mon, help me get her to the van.”

you’re hardly any help carrying the monstrous gourd across the patch to his van, but eddie doesn’t seem to mind. once the pumpkin is secure in his backseat - only after making a stupid joke about how she should get shotgun - eddie helps you pick out your’s. it’s an easy decision: you pick the one closest to you as well as one that seemed easiest to carry alone.

when the two of you finally get back to your house, it had started raining on the drive into town. you make haste bringing the pumpkins inside, eddie toweling off droplets from the fruits while you spread newspapers on your dining table.

“i’m gonna make the best fuckin jack-o-lantern in hawkins with this sucker,” he laughs and pats the pumpkin. “only question is: what will it be?”

when the two of you finally finish your masterpieces - your’s only taking about twenty minutes and his nearly an hour - you’re surprised to see what eddie’s done with his. you’d fully expected to see a terrifying face or maybe a horribly carved member from one his favorite bands. or even his guitar.

but instead, eddie had carved his name and yours followed by an equal sign and the word forever. the carving isn’t perfect - the lines are jagged and rough, and seeds and leftover guts spill from the letters. though, those details are hardly ones that you notice right away.

“eddie,” you coo, rushing over to wrap your arms around his torso. “that is so fucking corny, but so cute. i love it.”

eddie wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer into his chest, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. the sound of thunder rolling above your house goes unnoticed.

“best jack-o-lantern in hawkins?” he mumbles into your hair and you giggle, nuzzling your face into his chest.

“yeah, baby. best jack-o-lantern in hawkins,” you assure him and press a kiss to his ribcage through the flannel. “maybe even best in the country.”

eddie scoffs and pulls you back so he can look at you. “country? sweetheart, you hurt me.” he places a hand on his chest as a way of showing you his broken heart.

“the world, eddie munson,” you whisper, meeting his big brown eyes. “it’s the best in the world, just like you.”

he grins down at you and leans in to press his lips into yours, kissing you deeply before swiftly pulling away.

“now who’s being corny?” he accuses, quickly taking it back when you swat at his chest. “kidding! can i see yours?”

eddie releases you from the embrace and bites back a laugh when you turn your pumpkin around to show him your artwork. you’d done a terrible job at trying to make the pumpkin cooperate with your vision - and all that was left was a stick figure of eddie.

“who - who is that, baby?” he manages to stave off his laughter. that is, until you answer.

“you, eddie! see the hair and guitar?” you ask him, pointing at the horribly carved pieces, knowing it’s a monstrosity.

“that’s a guitar?” he’s full on laughing at your pumpkin now, and you can’t help but to join him.

you end the night by putting lit tea lights in each pumpkin and setting them on your front porch, cozying up underneath a blanket on the couch and watching one of eddie’s favorite horror movies. the sound of rain echoes throughout the living room and above the quiet tv when eddie’s laughing at the thought of your jack-o-lantern again.

#i’m soft #i just wanna do fall things with him so bad #ughhhhhhhhhhhh #eddie brainrot will never go away i fear #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #joseph quinn #shut the hell up kate

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I love your blog so much! Dad!Rhett brings me so much joy, now hear me out. Girl dad Rhett, dealing with first periods, screaming at each other about stealing clothes, first dates, and makeup but also Rhett teaching them how strong and amazing they are, he’s a feminist ofc

BABYYYYYYY!!!! Thank you!!!!! That's part of the reason I started it in the first place (lol). Any character of Lewis's that's a dad, I'm a sucker for.

You and Rhett love your girls, but once they hit puberty? That was a whole different story

Hannah and Kaya would steal each other's clothes at least once a week. Breaking up that fight had him scared shitless

And when they got their first periods? Rhett's got that seared into his memory. He knew something was up when he caught the girls trying to shove their bedsheets and some of their clothes into the washer

He felt horrible when he went to the school to go and get Kaya because the cramps were so bad. They were bad to the point where she had puked in the nurse's office and the nurse had called Rhett to come and get her

He tried to talk to her on the ride home, but the poor bean was too embarrassed to say anything

And it was only when you and Rhett did the laundry that night that you realized how embarrassed she had been

The makeup phase wasn't the worst thing in the world, but Rhett did find it annoying every time the girls would watch YouTube tutorials and try to practice what they were doing

The day they announced that they were going on their first dates was the day the boy cousins and their brothers were all present in the room.

Oh yeah, Tate and Jake Dutton, Joey and Cody Wheeler, Colt Tillerson, Tatum and Tanner were all in the living room with Rhett

The boys picking them up were scared shitless when they saw all those fully grown cowboys sitting together in one room

And probably pissed their pants when Tanner came clunking down the stairs asking where the shotguns were

Rhett warned them to have the girls home by eleven or he and the boys would be sitting right up in the windows on the upstairs level of the house, ready to take their shots

Sure enough they were home by eleven......not a minute later, but right on the dot

Yet you and Rhett taught the girls well

You taught them that they are loved, valued and deserve respect

And if anybody says otherwise, they'll have Rhett to contend with

#outer range #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #lewis pullman #lewis pullman x reader

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hi han!! i loved your bartylily fic sm so for the sleepover i need to know what are your top bartylily hcs?

hi renn :) truly, thank you so much for the love on my bartylily fic. it means the world to me! as for the hcs, here are a few of mine:

— in school they didn’t really get along all that well because barty never really tried when it came to his grades, but lily worked double time to make sure she succeeded. overall, there was just a lot of jealousy she experienced because barty could do whatever the fuck he wanted and still pass with top marks. slight bit of academic rivalry even though barty couldn’t care any less about whether or not he passes.

— as seen in cherry bomb! i am convinced barty was the first person that introduced her to smoking and it played out exactly that way: sitting in his lap and both of them shotgunning the rest of the joint. dare i say, in the later days of their relationship, sometimes it’s lily taking the hit first and passing it to barty. it’s not much of a secret, but barty loves it.

— surprisingly very tactile people. they’re Those people. always holding hands, or barty has an arm around lily’s waist, or they’re kissing, or lily is sitting in his lap (yet again) etc and everyone just has to get used to it because barty is Possessive, but lily loves it because she’s finally seen as the person she wants to be. barty just gets it.

— barty has a lipstick print tattoo on his neck and it’s lily’s lips. he gets it in red ink.

— lily lets barty give her a stick and poke tattoo and somehow she winds up with a little heart with a “B” in the middle of it just above her hipbone. she pretends to hate it, but really, she loves it and even makes a point to show it off whenever she can. she’ll purposefully wear shirts that ride up just enough to let it poke out.

nsfw below the cut:

— going hand in hand with the last one, barty is an absolute sucker for lily in baby tees. because, at the end of the day, barty is a tits kind of guy, and he’s obsessed.

— they fuck. often. and literally anywhere. at first lily was really shy about it, worried that they’d get caught until she realized just how much it turned on barty and how good it made her feel when barty would devote every ounce of himself to making sure it is good. like they’ve done it in changing rooms, the movie theater, the back alleyway behind a bar, in the restroom of a local diner, on a balcony, literally everywhere you can think, they’ve probably fucked there.

— lily adores receiving praise and equally enjoys degrading barty. it’s a match made in heaven, truly. barty eats it up every time.

— and i’m convinced at some point barty ends up with a collar and a leash, and lily is not afraid to drag him around the house until he’s practically drooling for it

#han’s asks #bartylily #renn tag

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lesbian-dp · 2 years

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Thigh Mega Tampon

Kinktober 2022

Day Sixteen

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 1,954

Warnings: Drunk sex, dirty dancing, one night stand, strangers, outdoor sex, table sex, almost getting caught, shotgunning, underage drinking, smoking weed (duh), clumsy sex, spit, packing ruined orgasm

Request: No.

Summary: You thought the party was a bust... until it ended.

A/N: This one was kinda hard to do, ngl.

Ko-Fi

Commissions

(Not my pics)

18+ ONLY

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"Whoo! Kappa Beta Gamma, forever!"

You cringed at the drunken scream of the large, blonde man. Watching as the cheap beer sloshed out of his red cup, splashing across the floor and soaking into his white shirt.

"God, I can't believe I'm here."

A chuckle from your side, "You were the one who suggested coming to this thing."

"Yeah, because I wanted to find someone to hook up with. Not to be surrounded by drunken frat boys."

"Gee, thanks," Wanda sassed humouredly.

You scoffed at the brunette, "Don't act like you're not here for the same thing."

"Only if I find someone who takes my interest," Wanda tried, raising her nose into the air, peering away from you.

The chuckle that bubbled from your chest couldn't be controlled, shaking your head at your friend. Before you followed her line of sight, only to find a college student drinking and conversing with his friends.

"Ah, seems you've already found someone already," you noted with a nod, "You really are picky, aren't you, Wands?"

Your reply was a swift jab into your ribs with her elbow, huffing as you watched her walk away towards the blonde man.

"And then there was one."

With a sigh, and your hands on your hips, you surveyed the bouncing frat house. Spotting partygoers dancing, playing beer pong, practically having sex in every corner, pounding drinks and shots in the kitchen. And some, even taking their escapades up the staircase, heading towards the many bedrooms.

Deciding you needed a drink to get through this, you made your way into the kitchen filled with bottles of liquor lining the counters.

"You wanna pour me one of those too?" a husky voice came from behind you, making your brows raize and peer over your shoulder.

With that one look, you already had your sights set on her. Hoping to take her home later that night.

With her fiery red hair, piercing green eyes, and full lips.

What could you say? You were a sucker for a pretty girl.

You raised the vodka for her to see, lightly shaking it side-to-side. You asked, "You want it mixed with anything?"

"No."

Your eyes glanced the girl up and down, evaluating if she could take straight vodka or not, especially with her short size. Which she picked up on. Easily. Ticking a brow at you, daring you to speak your judgements.

"You sure?"

"I'm Russian," she replied with a hand on her hip, "I can handle straight vodka. I was drinking it while you were still drinking apple juice."

"Your poor liver," you said dryly, pouring some vodka into a red cup before handing it off to her.

The red-head shrugged, slowly drawing the alcohol to her lips as she spoke, "It mainly just gave me a high tolerance." She then threw you a wink. "See you later, sugar."

You licked your lips as you watched her walk from the room, heading straight to where college students were dancing close together, and the bass-filled dance music shook the room.

Almost as if she could feel your eyes on her, she looked over her shoulder, sending you a smirk, before she quickly moved to dance with her friends.

With that look in her eye and the smirk pulling against her lips, you gathered that she was interested in you too.

Hours dwindled by, and you proceeded to get drunker and drunker. A buzzing filled your body, along with a clouded mind.

You had found your way back to the red-head, who you had poured a drink for, hands pressed to each other's bodies as you danced close together, drink in hand, further inhibiting your senses, as the woman only intoxicated you further.

The bouncing music could be felt in your bones, her chest pressed against yours, arms thrown over your shoulders, drink hanging loosely at your back, her free hand threaded into your hair.

No words had to be spoken between the two of you. Like magnets drawn to one another, you were slowly pulled towards the red-heads lips.

Sadly, her friends pulled her away before your lips ever met hers, dragging her away to talk to a group of guys while she peered over her shoulder towards you, lips formed into a frown, silently apologising to you.

You couldn't believe how hard you were getting cockblocked.

With a shake of your head, you decided to refill your drink, hoping to quench your thirst for the red-head with more alcohol.

Hours later, the party was dwindling down in the early morning hours.

You hadn't seen the captivating woman you had hoped to take home that night since her friends had stolen her away from you.

Wanda had gone back to the blonde's apartment, wishing you luck on your own escapades.

The air was chilly, and the sky dark. A light breeze, cutting through those outside, you being one of them. Dressed in only a T-shirt and jeans, you were able to withstand the cold biting air. Blowing out puffs of sweet, earthy-smelling smoke, looking like fog surrounding the darkened trees, before disappearing.

"You're still here?" It was more of a statement than a question.

Looking up and to the side, you found Natasha watching you with a small smile on her face.

Throwing her one back, you asked, "And so are you. Should I be worried that your friends will come by and sweep you away again?" you finished, taking another drag of your joint.

"No." The red-head chuckled, shaking her head as she moved to sit down beside you. "They've all gone home or to guys' places."

"And they left you all alone."

"You're alone, too."

"Touche," you chuckled, "Why'd they drag you off anyway?"

"They were trying to set me up with a guy who's had a crush on me for years."

"And you don't like him back?"

"He's not my type."

With the way the red-head looked at you, it felt like her green eyes were staring deep into your soul, warming you up in the cold night. Her shoulder leaned into yours, telling you all that you needed to know.

Sending her a smile, you offered her the joint.

"I've never smoked weed before," she uttered almost bashfully.

"But you've been drinking vodka for how long?" you joked.

She rolled her eyes, "Shut up."

"Come 'ere." You motioned her towards you, gesturing for her to turn towards you. Pulling the joint from your lips, taking another drag. "Open your mouth."

When she did, you held onto her jaw, pulling her closer to you so that her lips brushed against yours. Automatically, she inhaled the smoke you blew out for her, pupils blowing wide with how intimate and seductive the action was.

"Will that even work?" she asked, blinking heavily.

"How about I keep doing it, and we can see?"

The red-head solidified your suggestion with the kiss that you were both desperate for on the makeshift dancefloor, tasting the weed on your lips, more so on your tongue.

She wasn't high, not really, but she was drunk. Not so much that she was swaying and wouldn't be able to remember anything the next day. You were in the same position, only with the added fuzziness that the marijuana had given you.

The partygoers had been playing beer pong outside hours before, when the part was still buzzing, and there weren't people passed out around the large frat house. The only people awake and still present were the ones busy cleaning up some, and the two pressed against the beer pong table around the scattered plastic cups on the ground.

The red-head panted against your lips as you pressed her into the table, her legs wrapped around your waist, holding you close as you rutted into her. Shirt pushed up, bundled just under her full breasts. The hot, taught skin of her abdomen reviling in the cold air.

You peppered kisses down the side of her neck, humming into her skin, sending vibrations through her body. Causing her back to arch, pushing her chest into you, hips grinding into you further.

"You're so fucking hot," you spoke into her neck, "The minute I saw you, I knew that I wanted you." A heavy kiss to her full lips. "You're fuckin' captivating."

"I felt the exact same way," she uttered, holding your cheeks between her palms, pulling your lips with every kiss, "You were stupidly hot pouring those drinks. I wanted to jump you right then and there. Take one of those rooms up for the night."

"I would have let you."

She giggled as you began unbuttoning her black jeans, which she quickly helped you tug them from her body, along with her underwear. Leaving her fully naked from the waist down.

Leaning down, you spit a great glob of saliva against the red-head's clit, rubbing two of your fingers against the nub as she whimpered before you quickly thrust into her.

The table rocked and creaked underneath as you pounded her into the hardwood. Strap, slipping and sliding within her, her wetness making it pop out and land on her clit, thrusting into it a few times before you stuffed her full once more.

The red-head's legs were thrown over your shoulders, calfs resting on them, the girl bracing herself against her forearms, pushing herself up to meet you in passion-filled kisses, separated only by gasps and whispers of pleasure.

You couldn't help but scatter kisses across her bare chest. Shirt hiked up high above her breasts, cups of her bra pulled down under them. Taking a nipple into your mouth, you sucked against the sensitive flesh, making the woman groan into the early morning air.

Feeling the sharp tug against the back of your hair, you removed your lips from her tit with a pop, peering up at the red-head, letting her pull you into another hot and heavy kiss.

"Oh, holy shit," she whined against your lips, rearing down against each of your thrusts, one arm bracing herself behind her, as the other still held onto the back of your head, "I'm so fuckin' close. I'm gonna come- Please make me come."

You smirked against her plump lips, hips speeding up to do as she wished. Until that lust-filled haze was lifted and instead was replaced with cold panic, as far-off voices could be heard nearing the backyard.

The red-head's eyes matched yours, blowing wide with fear of possibly getting caught in the next few seconds.

Quicker than you ever imagined, you pulled your clothes back on. Well, yours was easy to solve. All you had to do was shove your strap back into your pants and pull them back up your thighs.

However, the woman you had the pleasure of fucking had a much bigger task. She pulled her bra up and tugged her shirt back down, that was easy enough. She chose to skip the underwear altogether and instead jump straight into her jeans. Her red panties being shoved into your hands, she quickly grabbed her discarded shoes, and you both ran from the garden just as the students rounded the opposite side of the frat house.

You had the girl pressed up against the white slats of the building, giggling into each others skin at the close call.

"I'm Y/N, by the way," you panted against her chest.

The red-head giggled into the sky, slowly turning into lighter shades of blue, as the sun rose over the college town.

"I'm Natasha."

"Well, Natasha." You removed yourself from her, hazily grinning up at the beautiful woman. "Do you wanna come back to my place so we can finish this off?"

Her sultry smile was the only answer you needed.

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a tiny rec list 🫶🏻

it's that time again - let's celebrate some of the great fics I've read recently!

love is a burning thing by notchka88 (sereshaw | E | 7,842) this is a sequel to this fantastic fic and it's absolutely everything to me; I love how notchka writes the relationship between Jake and Bradley because it's so clear how much they love and desire each other. not to mention it's hot as hell!

like a shotgun (needs an outcome) by aortaargent / @aortaargent (IceMav / IceMavSliderHollywood | E | 25,513) I'm absolutely obsessed with the way this is written - the dynamics, the smut, everything. an absolutely top notch fic! the sequel is equally scorching 🔥

squeeze a little (tease a little more) by lilgreyarea / @lilgreyarea (sereshaw | E | 3,401) I looooooved this fic. I'm such a sucker for possessive/protective Bradley, and Jake and Bradley not being able to keep their hands or eyes off of each other; this is so delightful for all of those things!

#fic rec #Sereshaw #IceMav #Top Gun #Top Gun: Maverick #can't rec these ones enough!!!

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bitchyglitterfox · 1 year

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Survive - HOTD ZOMBIE AU - HOTD X READER P. 2

Warnings: angsty angst, romance Aemond x reader, blood, close calls, zombies duh, major character death 💀

A/n: finally it is here! The highly requested pt 2! I think I’m going to make this a 4 part mini series

Tag list: @anaisbambia @valeskafics @wanderingcl0ud @dothrckis

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Our drive from the Apartment to the Targaryen mansion was a short one, only a forty minute drive, we pass by many bodies, we have Baela and Rhaena cover the younger boys eyes as we pass, when we make it to Alicent and Rhaenyra, the sun has already fallen past the horizon. When we exit our cars the hugs are bone crushing. We do once over again at their home to make sure everything is safe, gathering more supplies and weapons.

“We are safe here for the night, tomorrow we can head up to the cabin,” I say pulling away from the hug from Alicent, I look over at the others, “we should siphon the gas from your cars if that’s ok with you all, Jace and I have the biggest cars, they fit the most people, plus it’ll be safer. Aemond has the fastest car, it’ll be good on supply runs. Aunt Nyra do you still have the walkie-talkies? The ones for emergencies? As well as any guns you may have, I know how Uncle Viserys liked to hunt as well,”

“Yes, I’ll make sure to grab them before we leave in the morning, I don’t mind you taking the gas, not like we will need them anyway,” she says smiling sadly.

Aemond shakes his agreeing with me, “I do agree, I’ll grab the garden hose”

“Come, I’ll show you to your rooms for the night,” Alicents says while wrapping an arm around Daeron and walking in the house.

“I’ll take the first watch, uh we should also sleep in shifts, you never know what’s out there, survivors? Zombies? Could be any threat,” I say while smiling at my two surrogate moms. Alicent and Rhaenyra raised me while my parents were away on business. I would do anything and everything in my power to protect them and the rest of their family, my family.

“Ok sweet girl” Rhaenyra says as she kisses the top of my head, “Jace and Aemond, you should join her, keep each other safe,”

The two boys shake their heads in agreement.

“We need to leave by sunrise if we want to get a good amount of drive into tomorrow,” Rhaenyra says as she follows the rest of her family into the house.

Once I know for sure that everyone else is inside safe and no one but the three of us can hear me, I utter my next statement.

“I um, I almost died today,” I start as I sit on the front porch with the guys leaning against the rails, looking up at me with concern, guns at their sides while the bloodied bat lays in my lap.

“When me and Cregan checked the first apartment one of those things was hidden. He got on top of me, but Cregan was able to save me. These things are strong but if we hit them hard enough in the head with something sturdy we can end them. I’m pretty sure swords and knives work well if you pierce the brain.”

“So we just bash these suckers in the skulls, save our bullets for bigger groups of them and take out single ones with a bash like they did in The Walking Dead ,” Jace says excitedly.

“Jace this isn’t some show, this is real life right now,” Aemond scolds.

“No, Jace is on to something here, we only have two guns with us currently, we’re gonna need more weapons that don’t need bullets. Aem, do you and Aegon still have your little league bats?” I ask, looking at him.

“Yeah they’re in the garage, I’ll have Aegon grab them before we leave tomorrow. Come on let’s start siphoning the gas,”

We begin the tedious task of siphoning, the moment I taste the gasoline I put the hose in the gasoline tank, spitting out the reminisce from my mouth.

Something moving beyond the hedges gets the three of us on alert.

“What was that?” Jace whispers, hand tightening on the shotgun.

“I’m not quite sure…you guys hang back and continue with the gas” I say as I step forward towards the hedges. As I step closer, another one of the zombies comes walking through. I swing my bat hard enough, ending it, I turn back towards the two walking back when more noises come from the hedges. Ten more of the dead come walking through right after it, fuck.

I look back towards Aemond and Jace, “GET THE OTHERS NOW IT'S NOT SAFE HERE ANYMORE, NOW GO JACE!” I scream, turning back around to swing at the head of the zombie. Aemond soon joins me firing off shots from the pistol.

We start moving back up towards the house as we can hear the frantic running of feet towards the cars, “Aegon grab your little league bats from the garage, we’re gonna need them,” I say behind my shoulder.

“Fuck I’m out,” Aemond says as he pushed me behind him, i grab his arm and pull him along with me to the cars, he gets into the passenger seat of my car as I get into the driver seat. Alicent, Jace and I all start the cars just as an even bigger hoard of the dead comes walking through the hedges. We pull them out like crazy.

“Here Y/n, the walkie-talkie mom found, she said put it on channel 2,” Baela says from the back seat.

“Thanks sweetheart,” I say grabbing it while steering with one hand, “Alright, just follow me, and if we for whatever reason get separated, Cregan will guide you guys to the cabin,”

“Alright,” Heleana replies over the walkies, “We’ve got our car loaded with the guns,”

“And I’ve got the Bats in the truck,” Aegon says from behind me as well.

“Alright, it’s about a 22hr drive to Winterfell, we should get there by the day after tomorrow if we take shifts driving.

“Sounds like a plan,” Cregan agrees.

“Sound good sweetie,” Alicent says.

I check the time and see that it’s just hitting midnight, I involuntarily yawn causing Aemond to look over and check on me.

“Hey if you need me to drive, do you can rest, let me know ok, we need you at 100%” Aemond says, laying a hand on my thigh.

“Of course, I’ll let you know when I need the shift change,” I smiled up at him.

12 HOURS LATER

I’m shaken awake by Aemond as we pull to the side of the road, a clearing. Baela and Aegon had taken the front seats sometime while I was sleeping.

“Hey come on we made it just outside Harrenhal, we’re stopping for a much needed stretch and to eat food,” Aemond says gently, “we’ve already scoped it out as well so we should be safe for at least a few hours,”

“we could drive into harrenhal, get some more supplies and weapons, we need to save our bullets. In fact I’m sure we’d find more ammo there as well. We need melee weapons, and everyone needs to learn how to shoot,” you say, stepping out of the car walking to your small group.

“Hey Y/n/n, here I saved you some beef jerky,” Heleana says holding up a stick.

You smile at her, “Thanks Hel,” you bite into the tough meat, swallowing before you choose to speak.

“We need more supplies, water, weapons and gas. A few of us should head into Harrenhal to grab what we need, we can’t all go. I’ll go for certain but Cregan you need to stay in case anything happens to me, you get the rest of them to the cabin,”

“I’ll go with,” Aegon says, “Might as well make myself useful,”

“I’ll go too, we can all pile in my car,” Jace says, standing up and gripping the shotgun.

“Then it’s settled, Aemond you and Cregan can start training them on how to shoot, you the guns sparse until we get back with more ammo,” I said walking to the back of my car getting the bats and handing them to Aegon and Jace. Jace hands over the shotgun to his Nyra.

Alicent and Nyra both go over to their respective kids giving them words of encouragement and kisses on their heads, they both turn to me and pull me into a hug.

“You come back to us too,” Nyra says, holding my face in her hand.

“I will aunt Nyra,” I smile at her, “Come on, let's head out,” I say, walking to Jaces SUV.

“Y/n, wait, before you go,” Aemond says while jogging to me.

“Yeah wha-“ he cuts me off with a kiss, hands on my cheeks. I deepen the kiss, swiping my tongue across his bottom lip. We pull away when someone coughs. I look away and sniffle, placing the back of my hand over my lips.

“You come back to me,” Aemond says, pulling me into a tight hug.

“I will,” I say, kissing him once more and climbing into the car, “come on let’s go, so we can be back before the sun goes down,”

Harrenhal is just as bad as we thought, zombies surround the entire place. We were able to park about a mile away, bats at the ready.

“Come on the pharmacy looks clear, if we are quick we can hit up the market and the game and wildlife store after,” Aegon says as we run to the back door, trying to avoid the zombies.

“Alright we spread out,” I say, holding the bat out in front of me as we check for zombies.

We spread out, filing our backpacks with any medical supplies and medicine we can find. I go to the feminine hygiene area and stock up.

Aegon whistles, “Hey Y/n/n” he holds up a box of condoms waging his eyebrows at me. I flip him off with a smile.

“Hey do we need antibiotics?” Jace says behind the counter.

“Yeah grab it all, we never know when we would need something” I say turning back towards him only to be ambushed, “Shit!”

I push it away and bash it in the head, it’s blood and juices getting over my face and clothes. Aegon and Jace rush over to me.

“Fuck, Y/n are you ok?” Aegon asks, dropping his bag and bat, holding my face in his hands looking all over me.

“I’m fine, I didn’t get bit or scratched, I’m ok”

“Alright, can’t have you dying on us, you hold this group together,” he says smiling.

“Come on, I think we’re good here, let’s head to the market, we can get canned food and water” Jace says.

“Yeah come on, it seems we've cleared out this place to last us a while,” I say, looking out the front door and checking to see if any zombies were near, only a few. I open the front door and motion for the other to follow.

We run over to market, clearing out the few walkers we see as we enter. We head in the same direction this time to avoid the pharmacy fiasco. We go down each aisle getting cans of food, and water filling up our bags the rest of the way.

“Holy shit!” Jace yells, causing me and Aegon to turn towards him fearing the worst, “look guys twinkies!”

Our faces light up, we rip open the sweet treat and bite into them. We all moan in delight, grabbing boxes of the snack cakes, taking them to the group would definitely raise some spirits especially in those of the children. As we finish packing up supplies including getting some knives from the kitchen section.

Finally making it to the game and wildlife store Aegon and I take off our duffles and open them up, filling it with hunting knives, riffles, handguns and ammo. You also grab the camping gear and some sleeping bags as well. We also clean house, it’s a great start to your otherwise bigger haul in the future by the time you make it to the cabin.

As we are headed out the door, I notice an ax. I pick it up and head back to the car loading up and cheerfully laughing with my two friends. When we make it back everyone smiles as though everyone has let out a breath they’d been holding since we left.

Aemonds runs up to me, trying to pull me into his chest but I put one hand up. “No I have zombie blood and guts all over me”

“I don’t care, I knew you’d make it back in one piece, you and my brother and cousin,”

I smile up at him and kiss his nose, causing him to blush, I pull away from him and walk towards the rest of the group, “We grabbed more than enough food to last us til we made it back to the cabin and possibly even more. We got these though we figured it would cheer you guys up?” I say pulling out the twinkies we managed to find. The kids and even Nyra and Alicents faces light up at the treats.

“Y/n, they’re all decent shots now, but I don’t think we should travel anymore today, we can pick up the driving tomorrow, if we leave by day break we could get there tomorrow,” Cregan says.

“Alright, that sounds like a good idea, we got more guns and knives. Everyone gets a knife, when a zombie gets near you, you use the knife, right to the head,” I instruct, as I sit down by the small fire they’ve created.

By day break we begin packing up the trucks, getting ready to head back on the road. Groaning can be heard coming back from the trees, zombies appearing.

We get the smaller children into the car along with Nyra and Alicent who shoot from the open windows. We begin stabbing the undead in their heads, soon we have finished them all off.

We let our guard down for a brief moment. That moment is destroyed by Luke’s screams of agony. I quickly turn and stab the zombie's head, he soon releases Luke and the young boy falls into my arms as I put pressure on his bite.

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taste-in-music’s top 30 songs of 2022

Hello everyone! Welcome back to my annual countdown of my 30 favorite songs of the year. 2022 had a lot of great music releases, and I’m so excited to recount the songs I replayed throughout the year. Now, on with the list!

This year was so jam-packed I have ten honorable mentions to share before we get to the list proper: tears in the club by FKA Twigs ft. The Weeknd, Destination l’amour by Pi Ja Ma, Little Freak by Harry Styles, Fast Times by Sabrina Carpenter, EMPATHY 4 BETHANY by Saya Gray, Be Cool by Maggie Rogers, This Hell by Rina Sawayama, Heavy Heart by Bartees Strange, Karma by Taylor Swift, and Shotgun by Soccer Mommy

F2F by SZA: “F2F” was a fast favorite that came late in the year, mostly for how pleasantly surprising it was. The 2000s pop-punk revival has been percolating for the past few years, and SZA’s entry into the genre suits her frighteningly well. She’s written on the complications of revenge sex and missing an ex before, but the area-ready bombast of the guitar-driven instrumental elevates it to the next level. It may have looked to the past for sonic inspiration, but it feels fresh.

君に夢中 (Kimini Muchuu) by Hikaru Utada: I didn’t know what to expect when I clicked play on J-pop icon Hikaru Utada’s new album on a whim, but when I heard “君に夢中,” which translates to “crazy about you” in English, I was immediately struck by a feeling of familiarity. It may be because the opening synth riff reminds me of “Boys Of Summer,” it may be Utada’s impassioned delivery, it may be the rattling hi-hats that instate an undeniable groove on the song’s back end. Whatever it is, Utada managed to capture something ethereal on this track, and I can’t wait to explore more of her catalogue in the future.

Flower (In Full Bloom) by Luna Li ft. Dreamer Isioma: Romantic angst never sounded so damn dreamy. On “Flower (In Full Bloom),” Luna Li pleads with a lover that refuses to put in the effort in a relationship, while Dreamer Isioma provides the opposing perspective speaking about how the spark has already died. As the song progresses, the cushy soundscape of twinkling keys escalates to a bitching guitar solo that makes for one hell of a final moment.

Kissing Lessons by Lucy Dacus: If nothing else, “Kissing Lessons” is a marvel of concision. Each detail Dacus compiles, bracelet charms, hair tosses, dreams of buying a three-story house, all come together to form a rich vignette about a young girl’s budding sexuality and growing inculcation into gender roles in just under two minutes. Place those details over a rollicking rock instrumental and you’ve got on special sucker punch of a song that gives you just enough to want to know more. The only choice, then, is to hit repeat.

It’s Raining by Superorganism ft. Dylan Cartlidge and Stephen Malkmus: For Superorganism, there is no sample too silly, no instrumental flourish too strange to throw into their melting pot. Describing “It’s Raining” from their sophomore album World Wide Pop means describing the barrage of baffling moments it throws at warp speed. Frontwoman Orono Noguchi sings about a “cyborg grilled-cheese-sandwich machine” over thunderclaps. English rapper Dylan Cartlidge spits bars about Elon Musk over a backing chorus of what sounds like demented Muppets. Pavement frontman Stephen Malkmus’s lyrics about riding a horse-drawn carriage are ushered in with clip-clopping hooves and a sample of a neigh. These moments come together to form a loopy, loping confection that’s as absurd as it is addictive.

Superfan by Chelsea Jade: On “Superfan,” Chelsea Jade navigates the blurred lines of talking to a crush, a situation where you’re trading adversarial jabs and confrontational quips and you can never tell if you’re flirting or fighting. Ultimately, Jade reveals the obsession lying beneath the surface, identifying herself as a “superfan” trying to play it cool. Driving home the playful awkwardness is Jade’s use of vocal samples throughout, whether they’re narrating along to her conversation or splicing through the chorus with hiccup-y clips of harmonization. It’s a song that cuts through the guise to reveal the vulnerability at its core.

Holding Back by BANKS: In the years since her debut, BANKS has become my go-to artist for electropop bangers that conjure emotional vulnerability and goddess-level confidence alike. “Holding Back” may be an outpouring of memories in the wake of a doomed relationship, but the hard-hitting electronic groove and boosted bass breathe new life into a familiar concept. As BANKS switches between vulnerable coos and full-chested belts, she unleashes the innermost desire for her care to be reciprocated. “I wrote you a melody,” she sings in the chorus, “can’t you see that?”

Whatever Fits Together by Skullcrusher: Skullcrusher has perfected the art of weaving immersive tapestries from whispy sonic fragments, a strummed guitar here, a gossamer synthesizer there, a lyrical fragment about leaving home to tie it all into a single package. “Whatever Fits Together” pulls disparate pieces from their distinct places in the ether to form something transient and melancholy, the mournful tone of Helen Ballentine’s voice balanced by a sunny tambourine. It’s ephemeral, it’s beautiful, it all fits together perfectly.

Another Man’s Jeans by Ashe: Ashe may have broken onto the pop scene with brokenhearted ballads, but there’s always been a confidence and cleverness to her delivery that’s made her stand out. On her comeback single “Another Man’s Jeans,” she douses her witty songwriting with pure funk concentrate and struts through a kiss-off to a situationship with more swagger than she’s ever showcased on tape before. It makes for one of the most fun party jams of the year.

girlfriend by hemlocke springs: I first encountered hemlocke springs via an Instagram Reel where she posted a video propositioning “do u wanna hear the weirdest bridge you’ll ever hear in ur entire life?” The subsequent bridge shows springs hurling her voice up and down the scale with reckless abandon over a spritely synth groove, and wile it might not be the “weirdest bridge” I’ve ever heard, it certainly was one of the most memorable the year had to offer. The rest of the song, a blasé kiss-off to a potential suitor, pulls of the rare achievement for a viral song and lives up to the catchiness of the initial clip.

Spitting Off the Edge of the World by Yeah Yeah Yeahs ft. Perfume Genius: “Spitting Off The Edge of the World” is awesome in the archaic sense, encapsulating the simultaneous awe and terror that comes from facing something so much bigger than yourself. It’s a song that earns it galactic sense of scope from the quiet moments it provides to contrast it, as Karen O and Perfume Genius trade demure, flitting verses before the chorus kicks in on the heels of a larger-than-life barrage synths and guitars. It’s titanic, it’s triumphant, it’s just awesome, (in that it’s also just damn great.)

The Loneliest Time by Carly Rae Jepsen ft. Rufus Wainwright: I remember when this song was released just ahead of The Loneliest Time album and questioning how this collaboration could possibly work. As soon as I heard it, the answer was clear: never question Carly Rae Jepsen. At this point, Jepsen has boiled pop music down to a science, but that doesn’t mean it’s sterile or forced. The string-adorned, disco-inflected groove on “The Loneliest Time” is the perfect landscape for Jepsen and Wainwright to trade verses about giving an old flame a second chance. It all culminates in that excellent bridge where Jepsen enthusiastically declares “I’m coming back for you baby / I’m coming back for you!” I, too, will continue coming back to this song, and Jepsen’s catalogue as a whole, when I need a pick up from my own personal loneliest times.

fairy song by beabadoobee: Throughout her second album Beatopia, beabadoobee’s jaunty melodies and sugar-sweet vocals just barely cover a greater desperation for care and connection percolating beneath the surface. The best demonstration of this is “fairy song,” where a running list of self-care tasks atop perky pianos slowly cracks apart until it fully breaks into a buzzy whirlwind of distortion and beabadoobee’ screams just barely audible in the background. Then, just as the pandemonium reaches its peak, the song pulls itself back together and returns to the chipper atmosphere it began with. Ignoring one’s distress will only take you so far before the weight becomes too much to bear. Sometimes, drinking water and going outside isn’t enough. Letting the mess fly free every so often might just be the key to moving forward.

Cardigan by Sophie Cates: “Cardigan” is my silly pop song of the year, the track I turned to when I needed an instant sugar rush of endorphins. Sure, Sophie Cates rhymes “again” with “again” with “cardigan” with “again” again on the hook, but when it's set against the most instantly catchy melody of 2022, I hardly even notice. That’s not a slight against Cates’s writing though, the other choice details she employs throughout the song paint a vivid picture of a romance that’s lost its sparkle, and the wistful desire for the magic to return. It’s that undercurrent of longing that elevates “Cardigan” from being just a silly pop song to a great silly pop song, one that sticks around long after the initial rush has passed.

Bump by Dora Jar: Dora Jar’s music captures the dark whimsy of a fairy tale, but the real fairy tales where the pixie dust and glass slippers come with a hungry wolf or vengeful witch lurking in the shadows. It’s a musical world that’s a little spooky, rife with curiosity, and lit up with a flicker of excitement. “Bump” is one of the best demonstrations of this quality, with Dora Jar describing the wonder of a chance encounter that may escalate into something more. The song is accented with astonished gaps, a swampy chorus of backing vocals, and an air-tight beat. It’s sweet and wondrous and a little claustrophobic, sonically capturing that tight-throated, heart-hammering anticipation to see what comes next.

In The Eyes Of Our Love by Yumi Zouma: “In The Eyes Of Our Love” is good in a way that just feels obvious, providing a breezy yet danceable energy that’s poised to play out the romantic climax of a teen movie from the 90s. Beneath its cheery surface, though, is a tremor of anxiety. Lead vocalist Christie Simpson signs of crumbling walls, splitting lips, and looming storms, worries that accelerate and melt away over the song's duration. Every great pop song grows all the greater with a sense of urgency, and “In The Eyes Of Our Love” threads that needle effortlessly while still being danceable as hell. What more could you want?

Part Of The Band by The 1975: Over the past few years, The 1975 have twisted the anthemic pop-rock that put them on the map to reveal the absurdity and anxiety at the heart of modern life. On “Part Of The Band,” the band’s first single off their 2022 album Being Funny In A Foreign Language, frontman Matty Healy’s musings on social upheaval are equal parts hilarious and insightful. After stuffing the song full of dizzying rhymes, (“vaccinista tote bag-chic baristas” with “communista keisters” especially comes to mind,) Healy finishes on a searing moment of self-reflection: “am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke / calling his ego imagination?” With a twitchily elegant backdrop crafted from plucky string swells, chopped-up vocal samples, and quivering synths, it’s a song whose catchiness, cleverness, and creativity lives up to the critiques on display.

ALIEN SUPERSTAR by Beyoncé: It was difficult to pick a favorite track from RENAISSANCE, an album so consistently excellent in its delivery of dancefloor euphoria. In the end, I had to go with the self-love celebration “ALIEN SUPERSTAR.” Every element of this song oozes self-assurance, from the spacy disco instrumental to Beyoncé’s vocals, which switch from sensual cooing to a British accent-inflected declarations to braggadocious belting at the drop of a hat. The result is a track poised to dominate dancefloors across the galaxy for years to come, and who’s surprised? She’s one of one. She’s number one. She’s the only one.

Nothing Gives Me Pleasure by Girlpool: I clicked play on Girlpool’s fifth album Forgiveness without any clear expectations. I certainly wasn’t expecting to be blasted with a wave of distorted synths followed by the most memorable opening line of the year: “Do you even want me if I even have to ask? / Break it to me gently with your fingers up my ass.” It’s an unforgettable one-two punch that immediately establishes the core themes of the album, trying to reconcile the desire for emotional and physical intimacy, and how those desires often conflict with and contradict one another. “Nothing Gives Me Pleasure” walks the power balance in a relationship built on mismatched expectations, trying to sate yourself with sex and coming up short. The soundscape skitters and heaves, the distortion ratcheting up as Harmony Tividad reiterates the title line over and over: “Nothing gives me pleasure like the words I know you won’t say.”

cool by Uffie: Uffie made a name for herself in the bloghouse scene of the early 2010s, a musical moment defined by glitchy earworms, a punkish dedication to keeping the party going as long as possible, and lots and lots of glitter. For her 2021 comeback single with Company Records, “cool,” Uffie evolves the quirky maximalism of her past into something slick, modern, and effortlessly, well, cool. On “cool,” Uffie digs for gold in moments of stillness amidst chaos, chronicling moments of reprieve during a night out: sleepy Uber rides, poolside kisses, eating cereal with her partner. The best demonstration of this comes when, at the precipice of each chorus, all the music cuts out for a moment before Uffie ushers in the razor-sharp groove with a simple utterance of the song’s title, delivered with a blasé surety of someone who’s seen it all. As she sings in the song’s third verse, she’s “got nothing left to prove.”

HENTAI by ROSALÍA: Amidst the raucous genreclash that makes up the rest of the MOTOMAMI tracklist, the gentle pianos of “HENTAI” may initially feel a bit out of place. But if you listen closely, there’s much to discover beneath its deceptively simple surface. First off, the lyrics are filthy as hell, (I know, big surprise for a song literally called “HENTAI,”) but the cheeky references to bike riding and tape making are balanced out by a tender backdrop that knows when to up the bombast. Whether it be the barely-there string flourishes, fluttering vocal runs, or the skittering blast of drums that drives the song’s closing moments home, “HENTAI” provides just enough off-kilter details that make the song transcend from mere sexy piano ballad into only “La ROSALÍA” could provide.

Simulation Swarm by Big Thief: Despite Big Thief’s fifth album Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe In You dropping all the way back in February, I found “Simulation Swarm” shamefully late in the year. But as soon as I heard it, I knew it would be on this list, and pretty high up too. Adrianne Lenker crafts songs that are immediately familiar, like I must have been listening to them from childhood. The details she employs throughout "Simulation Swarm” balance beauty and malice, painting the dark fairy tale and casual terror of modern life “crystal blood like a dream true,” “swallows in the windless field,” “river of light who I love / That I sing to in the belly of the empty night.” Set against a locomotive folk instrumental, “Simulation Swarm” feels like a gentle hug from the abyss, voicing the ability to face danger and walk forward with hope.

Till We Run Out Of Air by Hatchie: I thought I knew what to expect going into Hatchie’s sophomore album Giving The World Away. Early singles like “Quicksand” and “This Enchanted” delivered another helping of the joyful shoegaze pop she’s been delivering for years. It’s a sound I’m always willing to gobble up, but there was an echo of something greater hovering right beneath the surface. With the final song on the album, Hatchie delivered a falcon punch of a finale that transforms that spark into a fireworks show. With its susurrus of swirling, watery synths and arena-ready chorus, “Till We Run Out Of Air” plows right through me with each repeated spin. It’s a song enraptured in the fine line between destruction and exhilaration, tracing the final moments in a romance with larger-than-life bombast. Perhaps the best encapsulation of this euphoria comes at the precipice of the chorus. “Open the curtains and let in the light,” Hatchie sings, before a glowing blossom of synths barrels the listener right into the song’s most anthemic refrain. It’s like the light at the end of the tunnel finally breaking through the darkness at just the right moment.

doomsday by Lizzie McAlpine: On her second album five seconds flat, Lizzy McAlpine elevated her personal songwriting with a cinematic scope. This approach is immediately introduced on the album’s opening “doomsday,” a slow-burning ballad chronicling a breakup though the lens of hindsight. McAlpine circles through deathly metaphors throughout the song: pulling the plug, violent ends, her partner as a “murderer” initiating their split on Halloween, the sample of a bone being split in half. This ghoulish gravitas of is backed up by an orchestral swell that makes the melodrama feel earned. These compounding elements build up the song’s momentum until McAlpine’s final revelation slams into you at full force: “I would’ve married you / If you’d stuck around / I feel more free than I have in years / Six feet in the ground.” The relationship may be dead and gone, but McAlpine makes it clear that she’s only getting started.

Lullabye by Grace Ives: Throughout Janky Star, Grace Ives concocts idea-stuffed soundscapes that vacillate between the anxieties and thrills of young adulthood. The earworms come so casually that they even materialize in the album’s moments of brevity. “Lullabye” is a perfect example of this. As the album’s closer, it shows the chaos winding down, giving way to moments of reflection. Ives’s breathily narrates the “lovely mess” of her life: watching movies on repeat, casually attempting gymnastics moves in the kitchen, and swapping confessions with a loved one late into the night. Set against gauzy landscape of synths, skittering drums, and chirpy backing vocals, I turned to the casual wisdom of “Lullabye” all the times this year when life got overwhelming. “No it’s nothing to be sad about,” Ives sings in the song’s closing moments, “It’s just something I’ve been thinking about.” It’s a welcome reminder of the power ruminating on small joys can hold.

Say It by SASAMI: On her latest album Squeeze, SASAMI took to flipping white male-dominated genres like punk and metal to articulate her own rage. One of the best examples of this is “Say It,” an unapologetic frenzy of glitchy rock scuzz. In an Apple Music interview, SASAMI stated that the song was “about the pain of someone not communicating with you,” carried out as she trades places with a bassy, distorted mirror of her own voice. Situated atop a strutting groove concocted of squealing guitars, grumbling bass, and booming drums, it all comes together to form something equal parts cathartic and terrifying. “Say It” might be one of the best rock songs the year had to offer, but amidst the ruckus, it’s first and foremost a call to throw your repentance to the wind and speak your mind.

Yuck by Charli XCX: If you’ve been on TikTok for the past year or so, odds are you’ve come across the idea of “the ick,” the moment in a romantic relationship where something as simple as watching your beau chase a ping-pong ball across the floor flips your feelings of adoration into disgust. It only makes sense that one of pop’s most forward–thinking artists would capture this cultural phenomenon with masterful specificity and simplicity. Over a bouncy synth-heavy beat, Charli XCX lays out the moment when her love interest’s gooey romantic devotion starts to drive her away. Throughout “Yuck,” she takes romantic tropes like puppy dog eyes and bouquets of roses and flips them on their head. The result is the definitive song to throw on when the candy hearts get cloying. After spending the last few years of her career pushing pop to its very limits, her latest album Crash was a welcome reminder that even without all the hyperpop flourishes, she can still write damn good and effortless catchy bangers like this.

Free by Florence + The Machine: How do you persevere in the face of suffering? seems to be the question Florence Welch fixates on most throughout her projects with Florence + The Machine. She’s turned to several places in the past: making a break for freedom on her breakout hit “Dog Days Are Over,” self-destructive love on rock bangers like “Ship To Wreck” and “Shake It Out,” and reconciliation on her previous album, High As Hope. While the definite answer for such a question may never materialize, Welch has recognized how music can be one of the most potent salves for such woes. Her 2022 album Dance Fever provides several welcome additions to Welch’s growing catalog of musical catharsis, but it was “Free,” a free-spirited banger co-written by Jack Antonoff, that ended up hitting me the hardest. “Free” taps into something primal yet graceful, a raucous recognition that sometimes, the most inspiring feelings of freedom come hand in hand with singing at the top of your lungs. “For a moment, when I'm dancing,” Welch declares with titanic vocals over a propulsive drum beat and glittering keys, “I am free.” This relief may be temporary, but for the moment, it’s nothing short of magical.

American Teenager by Ethel Cain: On her debut album Preacher’s Daughter, Ethel Cain chronicles a journey of adolescent ennui and religious turmoil through sprawling, atmospheric ballads. Before she gets into all that, she also proves that she can write a teen pop anthem for the ages. “American Teenager” is the first official song on the album, and while it may be shorter and more immediate than its predecessors, it’s no less deftly crafted. Cain harnesses the larger-than-life, anthemic synth pop of the 80s, accenting the soundscape with shining synths, booming drums, and a bright saxophone solo. While the song relishes in altruistic Americana imagery of crying on the bleachers and whiskey-fueled rebellion, Cain also acknowledges the darkness lurking beneath the jubilation on the surface. The opening verse describes her neighbor’s brother being shipped home in a coffin, “another red heart taken by the American dream.” Still, despite this darkness, there’s a hope at the core of “American Teenager” that catapults it into the stratosphere, that suggests that maybe someday, those promises might come to fruition.

touch tank by quinine: I first came across “touch tank” as a fragment on TikTok, a looping clip of quinnie lip synching along to the first few lines of the chorus: “He’s so pretty / when he goes down on me.” And what an attention-grabbing set of lines they are, it’s not everyday that you stumble across a sweet, unassuming bedroom pop song explicitly discussing cunnilingus. But it isn’t just the refreshingly matter-of-fact references to sex that make “touch tank” stick in the memory, it’s the atmosphere of intimacy quinnie builds around those lines. In its final form, “touch tank” builds an aqueous wonderland of small yet palpably intimate moments, freshly laundered t-shirts, discovering new tattoos, choosing to be gentle. “touch tank” is a tribute to those early stages in a relationship where you’re poking and prodding with care, trying to reach tender places without drawing blood. Rounded out with warm guitars, cooing flutes, and just a twinge of vocal distortion, it’s a song that feels lived in, welcoming, drawing you deeper into its depths with each repeated spin.

What were your favorite songs from this year? Did I miss anything? Leave a comment or tag some in the reblogs and let me know.

This year has been an absolute whirlwind, and I hope you all have some good memories from it. Here’s to a safe, healthy 2023!

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