#so happy to not be 13 anymore thank FUCK
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oooo my first personal post in 5ever bc tumblr is a nice lil private house to post in oooo
#i talk#anyway i’ve been the Central Glue of my friend group for a while and i love being so close w/ everypony like it’s super fun#i’m so glad to have not just 1 but like 5 besties it’s amazing#but pretty recently it looks like some of em have begun making efforts to get closer to one another as well and i’m so excited about it#i love it so much it makes me so happy to see them supporting each other and talking w/o me there#i say this because realizing i was so happy to see one guy give another a cute bro nickname make me genuinely happy#like. noticing that i wasn’t jealous or feeling FOMO or anything#i just felt really excited to see them chatting#and realizing that my own excitement was growth from how i’d feel about that kind of thing in middle school#made me so so even more excited#i’m so glad to have such a healthy support system and so many great relationships. man#love my bf love my besties love the whole gang and i’m so excited that they all love each other too#so happy to not be 13 anymore thank FUCK#i’ve maintained friendships with these people for 4 bdays now!!!!#we have a lot of late winter early spring bdays so we lump em in together as one celebration for scheduling convenience#(hard to hang out 6 times in 2 months span for adults)#and we’ve been doing our joint bdays since we were 17#our first party was at 18 so we’ve only had 3 Parties but it’s been 4 bdays since i became buds with this group#i’m so thankful for my support system man i love those guys#the fact that i’ve maintained an almost 5 year relationship (HOLY SHIT) and a consistent friend group for so long!!! aaa!!!#it makes me so excited i’m so exciteddddd about it#god i love my friends!!!!!
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we talk a lot about the characters being "loser boyfailures" and having no game and being rizless but think about the reader being that. guy in his thirties, no relationship ever, negative riz, absolutely no game, my man cannot speak to people without making 13 grammatical mistakes just an absolute pathetic wet dog vibes....
and the 141 boys could not want him more. they're absolutely head over heels for their loser boyfriend. i imagine Simon sees him bump into a chair and apologise to it and he's jumping his bones right then and there. pretty boy Kyle Gaz Garrick never goes anywhere without bringing his wet dog of a man with him. people are wondering how that happened and if he's blackmailing him, he gets very offended and sassy on his boyfriends behalf and when you're back home he rants to him about stupid people while milking his loser dick. Soap is just.... he's just himself the bigger the loser the more he wants the man. his boyfriend fucks up an interraction or fails at something and looks so wet and pathetic that he just has to put his dick in his mouth idk what to say Soap loves his loser boyfriends cock and when he tries and riz him up and falls flat on his face (literally and metaphorically) Soap just has to have him cream his hole im sorry but the man isn't letting his boyfriend go anywhere without having his mans loads in him. Price just loves him for the sincerity and how endearing his loser boyfriend is (just like an old man). the boyfriend will bring him coffee with a treat he tried making for Price and fuck up both the coffee and the treat but that old man will still praise you and give you kisses while his hand wanders bellow your waistband. with him Price gets to get rid of the anxiety of being too old to be useful because someone needs to make his boyfriend into a proper man. and when his boy does things right and suceeds Price rewards him by riding his phat loser cock for the whole night, milking load after load untill nothing comes out anymore
thanks for listening to the ramble i just want some love to the losers of society, there's too many perfect people in fics
Sugar!!!!!!! This is one of my favorite things I’ve ever read why do y’all leave these masterpieces in my inbox on anon you should post this sugar 🧎🏻♂️🧎🏻♂️
Especially the gaz and price part???
Imagine all eyes on Gaz in whatever room he walks in they barley notice you behind him but he’s always got a hand around your waist, gently nudging you forward and introducing you as his boyfriend to whoever’s there
He lets you take the stage just endearingly staring at you while you try to make conversation with whoever was eager to meet the two of you
And after you’re done you got a goofy smile on your face feeling happy that you managed to get through that conversation without fucking it up
And Gaz? He’s swiftly pulling you into a room crashing his lips against yours and it doesn’t take much before he’s riding your cock marking you up and feeling all possessive because yes this wonderful sweetheart is his boyfriend and he needs the world to know that
Or you, Price’s boyfriend feeling a bit insecure because Price has so much experience and you have none but he loves it, loves how you look at his old man body with such amazement love how eager you are to learn how to get him off, tears trickling down your cheek as you suck his cock, using your hands wherever your mouth can’t reach
Or you being careful as ever when you first fuck, asking him if he’s okay, if you’re hurting him all while he’s looking at you with the biggest smile on his face because bloody hell how did he get so lucky to have someone as sweet as you and he’s even more endeared when you’re swiftly apologizing because you came too quickly
#alec answers#call of duty#john price x reader#john price x male reader#john price#captain john price#captain john price x male reader#captain john price x reader#top male reader#kyle gaz garrick#kyle gaz garrick x reader#kyle gaz garrick x male reader#gaz x reader#gaz x male reader
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Happy Halloween to you! More Bakugo being not-a-total-jerk against his will (+ partners 👀), please and thank you!
a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17
Deku is finally back in his own damn house with his stupid husband which means Bakugo can have his own damn room and bed back instead of switching between Ochaka's and Kirishima's.
He'd ended up cleaning both their rooms just to keep himself from going insane, which he has a dark suspicion was their whole ploy from the beginning. Them keeping their messiness to their rooms usually works perfectly fine but he's not usually in there so much.
Deku is at least as clean as he is. His room is in perfect condition and Deku had even changed the sheets before leaving.
He sinks down in his bed, in his clean and calm room where there's nothing on the floor or growing ecosystems or a thousand water bottles in every direction.
His door bursts open with a bang. "Let's have sex!" Ochaka shouts.
"Threesome night," Kirishima says cheerfully, bouncing on the bed next to his hips. "Now that Midoriya is gone, we don't have to be quiet anymore!"
Bakugo raises his head just to look at him incredulously. "Do you even know how to be quiet? Which, for the record, you haven't been. Not once."
He pouts. "Midoriya said he couldn't hear anything."
For fuck's sake. "Deku wears earplugs to bed because he learned his lesson during the whole year after we graduated."
He and Deku living together had been quite enjoyable, actually. Their place had been spotless.
Coordinating booty calls had been a nightmare. That's so much more of Todoroki than he ever wanted to see.
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Birthday Crasher (Part 1) (Joel Miller X Reader)
Pairing: no-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader
Warnings: fluff, sweet joel, domestic joel, rom-com
Summary (Series): reader as Joel’s neighbor. Joel’s wife left him so Joel asked his neighbor for help in babysitting Sarah.
Summary: Pov: Joel’s ex-wife crashed Sarah’s first birthday.
Words count: 1.2k
A/N: I’m trying to make this as a rom-com, hope you like my new series! This is part 7 of Where It All Starts. But it can also be read as a standalone. I'm so grateful for all of you! Thank you for your comments, reblogs, and likes ❤️ There are still more chapters for this series so stay tuned! Love you!
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20
"What are you doing here?!" Joel raised his voice before she even said anything.
"Oh, so no "hi", "how are you doing?", "long time no see". Why do you think I'm here, Joel?" Joel's ex wife complained.
Joel sighed and he pinched his nose bridge.
"I'm her mother, Joel. I gave birth to her a year ago and I can't see my daughter on her birthday? It's her first birthday for God's sake."
"You have no right to be here. You left us, remember?"
"Don't try to blame me, Joel." She raised her index finger to Joel.
"If you really love her then why did you leave her?!" Joel raised his voice.
"I'm not gonna let you see her. You're not her mom." Joel shook his head.
"Oh, I'm not her mom. And she is?" She started to put you in the topic.
"Don't bring her into this." Joel growled.
"What? You love her? Did you fuck her?" She pushed Joel on the chest.
"Stop it! You need to leave! Now!" Joel grabbed her wrist and yelled at her.
Everyone in the house stopped talking to each other when they heard Joel's voice. Their eyes all pointed at the window to peek at what was happening. You flinched too when you heard him yell.
"Just let me see her once." She begged.
"That's not gonna happen." Joel turned away from her heading back to the house.
"You know what, Joel? Fuck you! Fuck everyone! and Fuck that bitch who stole my baby!" She shouted so everyone in the house heard her.
You shook as you heard those sentences coming from her mouth. You felt guilty for stealing her baby, but on the other side you knew Sarah shouldn't be raised with someone like her. Sarah deserved the best.
"What did you just say?" Joel turned back to her and furrowed his eyebrows.
"Yeah, you heard me Joel. I called her a bitch. B-I-T-C-H. Bitch." She scoffed.
Everyone gasped and stared at you. You just stood there frozen with Sarah in your arms.
"Leave. I asked you twice and I'm not gonna ask you again." Joel clenched his jaw.
"Yeah? What are you gonna do, huh?" She pushed Joel again on the chest.
"Fuck!" Joel shouted at her face, clenching his fist holding himself from hitting a woman.
Joel was a gentleman. He didn’t hit women. But you knew he couldn't hold his anger anymore. Too many people had heard and seen too much about their problems. So you decided to go out and stop the fight. You asked Flo to hold Sarah for a while since Joel didn't want his ex-wife to see Sarah and you understood.
"Oh! The bitch's here to rescue." She rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips.
"Get back inside." Joel gestured to you to go back inside the house.
You ignored him and approached them closer instead.
"Will you guys stop? Everyone heard you by the way. Do you really want to ruin Sarah's birthday?" You crossed your arms on your chest.
The two of them stayed quiet for a moment just realizing what they did. They just embarrassed her daughter in front of the public.
"Sorry. Come on, darlin'. Let's go." Joel put his arms around you.
"Fine, Joel. If that's what you want. You know I can come by anytime. Just tell my baby, her mom said happy birthday." She caved in.
Joel scoffed at his ex wife's words.
"I will." You turned your head and looked at her.
She scoffed and turned away to get back to her car. When Joel and you got back inside, the house was silent. Everyone didn't dare to say a thing. They just stared at you and Joel as you walked inside.
"Show's over guys." Joel was ashamed that everyone witnessed him and his ex-wife's drama.
"Why don't we dig in? Help yourself." You invited everyone to start eating the food and desserts you had prepared.
Everyone awkwardly walked to the food corner and started eating. It didn't take a long time until the house was full of mumbling and everyone acted like nothing had happened.
"Let's eat, Joel." You grabbed some food and put it on the plate.
"Here." You gave Joel the plate.
“Thank you.” Joel took the plate from your hand.
"I'll check on Sarah." You stroked his upper arm before you went to find Flo.
"She's sleeping." Flo showed you Sarah's face who was sleeping soundly.
"I'll put her in her crib." You took Sarah from Flo's arms, put Sarah in her bedroom, and went back to Joel.
"How's Sarah?" Joel asked you.
"She's fine. She's sleeping." You assured him.
"Okay. We'll talk later." Joel whispered to you and you nodded.
The birthday party went for another few hours and people were starting to leave one by one. Until the last one, Flo.
"Thanks guys. I had a great time today. Hope Sarah likes my gift." Flo said as she hugged you and Joel for goodbye.
"Thank you for comin'." Joel held the door handle, opening the door for her.
"Thanks Flo. I'll see you tomorrow." You waved your hand goodbye.
"What a mess." You sighed.
"We have to clean up. Come on." You patted Joel's back.
You started cleaning up and he helped too. You grabbed a big trash bag and gave it to Joel. Then you found some empty clean containers to keep the leftovers.
"I'm sorry." Joel suddenly apologized.
"For what?" You raised your head to face him while you moved the leftovers to the containers.
"I know you heard what she said. You're not a b-" He shook his head as he put the trash inside a big plastic bag.
"Bitch?" You cut him before he even finished the word.
"Yeah." Joel sighed.
"I'm sorry I made her feel that way, Joel." You apologized for making her feel like you took her baby away.
"Don't. Don't be sorry. You didn't steal Sarah from her. You saved Sarah, instead. You saved us. You took care of her like your own. You cared for her. She abandoned her own daughter. She doesn't deserve to see her. That's what she gets for what she's done. " Joel insisted.
"I know. Sarah deserves the best, Joel." You looked at him as you closed the fridge.
"Sometimes I-sometimes I wish-" Joel sighed before he continued his sentence. He stopped cleaning up to finish his sentence.
"I wish I had met you sooner. You're so different from her, you know. You-you're perfect. You're everythin' I've been lookin' for. If I could just turn back time, I would find you. I swear on my life." Joel walked closer to you and cupped your cheeks.
Your heart broke. Your eyes were getting blurry as tears welled up in your eyes. You reached his hand that was resting on your jaw and rubbed it with your thumb. You moved forward a bit to get closer to his face. Thinking of kissing him but you hesitated. Joel’s lips were now only a centimeter away from yours. His lips moved closer to yours but he pulled away before he even touched yours. Both of you just breathed heavily on each other's faces holding yourselves from the tension. You squeezed your eyes and tears fell down.
“Fuck it.” You finally caved in and kissed Joel passionately.
He kissed you back and pushed you to lean on the fridge. The fridge shook because of your weight and you gasped. But he ignored it so you put your arms around his neck and continued kissing him.
To be continued…
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Could you please write an imagine where Pedro and reader know each other for a very long time and reader comes from a not so happy family (unlike Pedro)
He’s in love with her and she does love him but does believe love is real or that relationships can last (thinking everyone only wants her for her body from past flings) and can’t give him a chance due to fear
Happy ending if you want
Thanks
warnings: angst, and brief talk about reader's bad childhood
a/n: im starting to honestly think yall should start writing fics, cause the shit you come up with is so good like
The first time you told him you were 13.
You had showed up at his doorsteps asking for a place to sleep.
You couldn't stand another minute of hearing your parents scream at each other two doors down.
They hadn't even noticed you were gone, they never did.
He was your only real friend at the time, and after a sort of awkward moment with his parents, he'd led you to his room and asked what had happened.
And that's the first time he heard the sentence he'd grow to hate.
"Love isn't real. It never lasts"
Your parents were the proof. Love is a trap, it deceives you into thinking you can spend your life with someone, when really, all you're doing is locking yourself into a cage, and when you finally realize what you've done, it will be too late, because then you'll be scared to get out, to start new, and that's why you'll stay, forever imprisoned because your own stupid choices.
From then on, it became your mantra.
With every guy who disappeared after having gotten you into bed, with every guy who dumped you as soon as they'd seen what's underneath your clothes, one sentence engraved itself in your mind.
Love isn't real. Love isn't real. Love isn't real.
And that's why, he, of all people, knew better than anyone why he shouldn't tell you, why he should continue pretending like he'd been doing for almost twenty years,
Maybe he was a masochist, or maybe his feelings were getting too strong and they had started to fog his brain, but he couldn't hold it in anymore, he'd kept it hidden for too long, and no matter how many women he'd meet there was always you in the back of his mind.
It had always been you.
And that's why tonight... tonight he had finally let go.
"Y/n, I love you"
He saw you freeze before his eyes, shocked and terrified of the words that had just come out of his mouth.
"I'm sorry" he murmured, swiping his sweaty hands on his jeans and looking around your living room to try and gather some composure. "I'm sorry to drop this on you like this. I know how you feel about the whole... love thing" he winced internally as his eyes set anywhere but on yours "And- and I don't want to ruin our friendship, and it's ok if you don't feel the same way, but..." He swallowed what felt like sand in his mouth as he finally looked into your eyes "Y/n I've felt this way for so fucking long" he breathed "I-I think I was too young to understand it when we met, but as we grew up it just became clearer and clearer and... and I couldn't do it anymore, I couldn't keep it to myself anymore y/n, I'm sorry"
His words felt distant, muffled.
You felt like you were drowning and he was trying to talk to you from above the water.
He'd just told you the three words you dreaded most in the world, and now you didn't know what to do, or say, or even think.
And it wasn't the same as when any of your old boyfriends had said it, no, with him, with Pedro, those words scared you because they meant so much more,
because they reached into that deep, hidden part of you that... that felt the same way.
And that part of you was hidden for a reason, that part of you was the only thing that prevented you from becoming like your mom, from falling into the trap.
And now he'd just handed you the keys, and all you needed to do was decide to open the lock.
And you didn't know if you wanted to.
"I don't want to lose you y/n, the last thing I want is to lose you, you- you're the most important person in my life, I-I'd be lost without you, so if you don't feel the same way, it's fine, I promise it's fine, I can take it, but before you say anything I just want you to know that when I say I love you I mean it," Both your hearts were beating faster than they'd ever beaten before"I mean I love every single part of you, every single inch, that I love you when you sing off-tune and I love you when you call me in the middle of the night" he laughed "That- that I wake up and go to sleep thinking of you- that without you I wouldn't know how to breathe, that since I met you, I felt the need to become a better person so that maybe I'd deserve you." he said more softly now "And I'm sorry about your parents, and I'm sorry about everything that happened in your life, but I promise you that I'd never do anything to hurt you, that if you just give me a chance, I'll try my hardest to prove to you that love is real, that- that it can last if you just give it a try"
The soft roar of an engine made its way to your ears as a car drove by outside, the fabric of the couch felt itchy all of a sudden, and your breathing had become uneven.
You didn't know how long you both stayed silent, how long it took you to take in all he had just said, but when you finally opened your mouth, your voice didn't sound like your own.
"Pedro-" his eyes were filled with hope, but yours only with pain "Pedro you know how I feel about this" you murmured, like doctors did just as they delivered bad news "I'm sorry I- I can't do this, you know I can't... I just-" there was this feeling in your stomach, like all your organs were twisting, like your body was telling you you were making a mistake "I don't want to lose you, and I know that if we did... this, it would only end badly" you watched all the hope in his eyes crumble and you didn't think you'd ever hated yourself more than in that exact moment.
"I'm sorry Pedro," you said "I can't"
He didn't look like himself anymore, he didn't feel like it either. He felt as if all the life had left his body, and all that remained was a useless sack of skin.
But still, still, he couldn't help but realize that you hadn't said one thing, the one thing that was gonna make him give up forever.
"So you don't feel the same way?"
It wasn't tears threatening to spill from your eyes, it was liquid pain, liquid hatred for yourself.
"T-that doesn't matter"
He frowned, trying to come up with something to say that wouldn't make him sound any more pathetic than he already was.
"B-but it does y/n. it does"
You swallowed thickly "Pedro, please" you begged
"I need to know," he said with a thread of voice
"I-I can't" you murmured, as a tear finally stained your cheek "I..."
He took that as his answer.
You didn't love him, and deep down, he'd always known.
"I think-" he cleared his throat to try and gain some composure, "I think it's best if I go," he said as he stood up.
you didn't know if you nodded, you didn't know anything anymore
He glanced back at you for a moment to see if there was any sign of you wanting to stop him, but your head was down.
both of your hearts broke with each step he took, and as he got farther and farther, this... feeling spread inside your body, this presentiment of having just made the biggest mistake of your life sneaked up your throat and robbed you of all oxygen.
And was only when his fingers grabbed the doorknob, and you grasped his arm, that you could breathe again.
"y/n-" he tried to speak, but you needed to do this before your mind could catch up, so you cut him off.
"I do," you said, as more tears fell from your eyes "I love you, Pedro"
His mind was a mess and his heart was a mess but he still managed to spit out a sentence
"Y/n, if you're saying that just because-"
"Pedro" you softly placed your hands on each side of his head, as you huffed out a silly laugh "Just kiss me"
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stolen dance
summary → jake is reunited with a girl he thought he'd never see again, but there's one problem. she's dancing with someone else.
warnings → minimal angst, military inaccuracies, swearing, no beta I live life in the danger zone
length → 3k
pairing → jake seresin x tattooed simpson!reader
a/n → this one got away from me a little bit, but i'm mostly happy with how it came out. thanks to everyone who read, liked, reblogged, or commented on my last one shot - it meant the literal world to me. once again, feedback is so welcome and appreciated but be nice or be gone <3
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“You’ve never danced like this before, we don’t talk about it”
“You can’t seriously sit at that table all night - pull your head out of your ass and come dance with us.”
Hangman couldn’t help but roll his eyes as Phoenix tried - and failed - to get him to join the rest of the squad on the crowded dance floor. He had arrived just over an hour prior, and as soon as he had a drink in hand he parked himself at a table in the back corner, content to stay there until it was appropriate to slip out. The rest of the team clearly didn’t get the memo as they sent over a different Dagger every ten minutes to try their hand at coaxing him out of the shadows.
Coyote was the first in the lion’s den, hoping the best friend approach would do the trick.
Unsuccessful.
Payback and Rooster were convinced that the good cop/bad cop method would loosen him up.
Unsuccessful.
Fanboy attempted to bribe him with a whiskey sour and the promise of playing him in a round of darts the next time they gathered at the Hard Deck (nobody would play against him these days, it was never a fair match up and his winning streak did nothing to keep his ego in check).
Unsuccessful.
They all knew, even though it was never explicitly stated, that Jake had a soft spot for Bob. So when all their other attempts were less than fruitful, they were hopeful that Bob would be able to soften his edges, maybe reason with him a bit.
Unsuccessful.
Now they were desparate. Hangman knew this, Phoenix knew this, the rest of the Daggers watching from a distance knew this. Even Maverick, who said he didn’t want to get involved, knew this.
“I didn’t realize you wanted to dance with me so bad, Nix. I’m flattered, honestly, but you aren’t my type.”
The smirk on his face grew as her jaw dropped open and her features were overtaken by a look of exasperation. She pointed a finger at him,“You know that’s not what I meant, asshole, if you want to sit over here and sulk all night that’s your prerogative - but I, and the rest of the team, are done wasting our night trying to save yours.”
Without saying another word, she spun on her heel and made her way back through the crowd. He didn’t let the smirk fall off his lips until he was sure Phoenix and the Daggers wouldn’t be watching. He finally let the facade fall down when they got too involved in the Cupid Shuffle to care anymore.
He tried not to watch the clock but he couldn’t help himself as he checked the time on the Nixon sitting on his wrist again. 8:13. If he could just get through 47 more minutes, he could make his rounds and sneak out early without seeming rude. Letting out a sigh, he rolled out his shoulders and picked up the whiskey sour Fanboy left behind in his fit of frustration.
After four excruciating minutes of “to the right, to the right, to the right, to the right,” the crowd began to thin out, So Close filling the silence left behind. Singles began making their way to the bar, whilst others stayed on the dancefloor, swaying softly with their dates. With an eye roll and a scoff, Jake lifted the small glass back to his lips. The amber liquid had barely begun to hit his throat when he caught sight of you.
Why did I take such a big fucking sip? The drink stuck in his throat had him coughing up a storm, the few people scattered around the tables near him were staring, but he didn’t care because there you were.
It was almost cruel how perfectly the crowd parted to reveal you dancing with some leutenient that couldn’t possibly be good enough to be on the receiving end of your attention.
In another life, he had the pleasure of being your dance partner, your partner in crime. You wasted away many nights going to bars, clubs, galas, and everything in between. Your energy was radiant when the beat captured your soul, and it was contagious to anyone lucky enough to be in your proximity. Dancing was when you let go and allowed yourself to be carefree, making a home out of the dancefloor. It was in these moments you were thoroughly happy. He knew he was the lucky one to get share in those moments with you, the moments when the beads of sweat started to gather on your brow and your face flushed from exhaustion. That was when you were the most beautiful, because you were the most authentically you.
Even though the lights were dim and he was a fair distance away he could see - he could feel - how unhappy you were with the man in front of you. Your shoulders were tense, you kept looking around, your movements were all robotic, and there was not even a single bead of sweat on your forehead. But the thing that really gave you away? The smile you wore didn’t quite reach your eyes. He had never seen you dance this way before, it was unsettling and just all wrong.
His feet were carrying him towards you in long strides before he had time to second guess his actions - the whiskey sour once again forgotten at the table in the corner.
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You shouldn’t have agreed to come to this Gala, and you definitely shouldn’t have agreed to slow dance with this man whose name you didn’t even know. Between his hand sitting slightly too low on your back, his words coming at you a mile a minute, and the way he held more eye contact with your cleavage than your eyes - you were losing hope that this song was ever going to end.
“Mind if I cut in?”
That Texan drawl was one you’d recognize anywhere, and one you thought you’d never get the chance to hear again. All the air left your lungs as you turned around, coming face to face - or more accurately, face to chest - with the one that got away. The man you had been dancing with was forgotten the moment your eyes found those shining green ones.
“Hello? We were in the middle of a dance - or did you forget that?”
Distantly, you could hear the angry words coming from your poor excuse of a dance partner. After another beat of silence, he finally took the hint - leaving with a huff and a string of curse words you couldn’t bother to care about. Your brain was far too caught up on the fact that you were looking at Jake Seresin, and he was looking back at you with the same amount of love and adoration that he had all those years ago.
It was nostalgic, the two of you being in your own world on the dance floor. Neither of you dared speak a word, too afraid that the other would disappear if you did. So, without speaking, Jake lifted his hand in a gesture that asked can I have this dance? And your body reacted before your brain, easily slipping back into his arms. The familiarity of it all was overwhelming, but it gave you the courage to finally say something.
“I’ve missed you, Cowboy.”
“I want you by my side, so that I never feel alone again … I want you we can bring it on the floor”
The first time Jake had ever seen you was at a welcome barbeque for the Top Gun students. He walked with a new swagger that day, having secured an early lead during the first week of training. When he entered the Simpson’s backyard, he was unprepared for how else his life was about to change.
He stopped in his tracks the second he saw you from across the yard. There you were, rocking cut off levis and a loose linen shirt that showcased the array of tattoos littered on your right arm. Your hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail and the warmth of your smile could be felt from miles away. He needed to know who you were.
Before he could go introduce himself, Coyote put his hand across his best friend’s chest - effectively stopping him from going anywhere. Truth be told, as soon as he saw you he completely forgot that he had even come here with anyone. He turned to Coyote with an equally shocked and annoyed look on his face before asking, “What the hell, man?” Coyote wasn’t bothered by the annoyance lacing his tone, but was rather amused at his friend’s lack of awareness.
“You don’t know who that is, do you?” he asked Jake.
“Should I?”
“That’s the Admiral’s daughter, you dumb fuck.”
His head whipped back to you so fast he was sure he would wake up with a case of whiplash. Oh shit. Sure enough, you were standing right next to Admiral Simpson, laughing at something he was saying and clinking your beer bottle against his. He had never seen the Admiral look so relaxed before.
He had every intention of forgetting about you. Truly.
But you were not just unforgettable, you were magnetic and he felt his resolve slipping with every minute that passed in that damn backyard. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was supposed to be in your orbit, that he needed to feel the full weight of your gravity and understand what made it so special.
Maybe he had a death wish, or maybe he was just stupid - but after just thirty minutes he couldn’t take it anymore. You had been looking at him too, he could feel your stare burning his skin and he decided there that he would risk everything for even the chance to know you at all.
Leaving Coyote in the dust, he began to cross the expanse of grass to where you were sitting alone by the firepit - grabbing two bottles of beer on the way.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked, holding out the other bottle towards you.
Looking up at him with a smirk, you grabbed the offering and answered “I thought you’d never ask, Cowboy.”
And so the two of you sat by that firepit, chatting about anything and everything. By the time the California sun had set, the beer bottles had left permanent rings on the creaky old lawn chairs, and the fire was no more than a few dying embers - Jake knew there was no turning back.
When the party was over and the stragglers began to file out of the yard, his heart began to beat at an alarming rate. He needed more time. How was he going to face the Admiral?
Was he going to get kicked out of Top Gun his first week?
Just when he thought his heart couldn’t beat any faster, the aforementioned Admiral began making his way towards the pair. Jake was quick to his feet, saluting so violently you could see the strain on his muscles.
You made eye contact with your father, your smiles growing until a fit of laughter consumed you both.
Between laughs, Simpson managed to get out a breathy, “At ease, Soldier.”
Growing more confused by the second, Jake couldn’t help but to ask, “Am I missing something here?”
Without missing a beat, the Admiral threw his arm around your shoulder and began, “Son, I know I’m a hardass at work - and don’t expect anything different come tomorrow morning - but my daughter is an adult and this party isn’t going to clean itself so move it or lose it.”
You shot out from under your Dad’s arm, giving him a mocking salute, “Sir, yes, sir,” and took off towards the house. Jake grinned at your antics and went to follow, but was quickly stopped by a strong hand on his chest - for the second time that night.
“I will only say this once - if you do anything stupid I will not hesitate to put you on bitch work for the next five years, are we clear?”
Jake looked him in the eyes and answered without hesitation, “Crystal.”
The rest of the night was filled with laughter, board games under the stars, and lots of dancing to whatever tune spilled out of the old JBL speaker. The Simpson household was full of a love that was addicting, and Jake wasn’t sure how he went this long without it. He also quickly learned that Admiral Simpson and Beau Simpson were two completely different people, and over the subsequent months he felt grateful to have the chance to love and respect both.
The next morning, and every morning after that, he started with a coffee from the little truck you proudly owned - even though he had to wake up an hour earlier to drive off base to get there. Nobody made it like you did, and nobody shimmied to the music while they steamed the milk like you did.
No matter how tired he was after training, he found the energy to see you every night. Some nights were spent at the Simpson household, some spent at various bars and clubs dancing the nights away. You don’t think you’ll ever forget the night Jake took you line dancing for the first time, laughing through the mistakes and rocking his Stetson - that was a little too big for you - on your head all night long. If you stuck to the old rule about wearing a cowboy’s hat, well, that was between you, Jake, and the backseat of his truck.
Though, from the very first night, you both knew that there was a built in timer on your relationship. You only had thirteen weeks together. He would get shipped off somewhere else, stateside if you were lucky, and you would still be at your little coffee truck in San Diego. So, the two of you hooked pinkies and agreed to make the most of your limited time together, but to say goodbye when the time came. What you had was special, and no matter how much it hurt, you didn’t want it to get tainted by the harsh reality of long distance.
The cruel thing about the clock is that it never stops ticking, and thirteen weeks were gone without a chance to pray for them to pass a little slower. Before you knew it, you were standing at the Top Gun graduation and Jake was being awarded the trophy he fought so hard to earn.
Beau Simpson slipped in place of the Admiral persona for a brief moment as he congratulated Jake on the achievement with a sad glint in his eyes.
“You’ll be missed around here, son, don’t be a stranger.”
You spent the rest of the night pretending that the next morning didn’t exist, and that Jake wasn’t getting on a plane come 10 AM. When the sun started to come up, a wink of sleep was still yet to be had and the alarm you set was a bitter reminder of the waning clock. So, you snoozed the timer and opted for Billy Joel’s She’s Got a Way instead. For one final time, you held eachother tight and swayed to the music with eyes full of unshed tears.
There was nothing left to be said when your car rolled into the departures zone, and so, with a sad smile, you gave Jake a salute.
“I’ll see you around, Cowboy.”
“We need to fetch back the time they have stolen from us .. I want you, we can bring it on the floor. Never danced like this before, we don’t talk about it - dancin’ on do the boogie all night long.”
Hearing you say that you missed him, hearing “Cowboy” roll off your tongue again, was almost too much for Jake. He kissed your hair and held you tighter to his chest, his body telling you what his voice couldn’t. With tears threatening to spill over, he asked, “How are Beau and Catherine fairing these days?”
You put your forehead against his chest and let out a laugh, “They miss kicking your ass at Catan.” Feigning offence, Jake pulled back to look in your eyes, “Please, I let them win, how else was I going to get invited back?” You couldn’t help but giggle as you bonked his nose with the hand that was on his shoulder, “Mhmm, sure you did, Cowboy.”
With the song rapidly approaching the end, you knew you had to ask the question hanging in the air. So, you took a breath and leaned your forehead against his, finding the courage to ask,
“Do I want to know how long you’re here for?”
“They decided to keep the squadron together, I’ll be stationed here for the forseeable future.”
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he continued,
“I’ve been dying to hit up this little coffee truck in San Diego, but only if the owner is still willing to lipsync for me while she makes my mocha.”
For the first time that night, your face broke into that bright smile he missed so much, “I think she could be convinced.”
As So Close faded out, and Mamma Mia took its place - the two of you gained a new energy. Singing the lyrics to each other and dancing like nobody was watching, not stopping even when there was sweat coating both of your foreheads. There was more needing to be said, but it could wait for now.
The two of you were oblivious to the stares coming from various places around the room. The Daggers were in awe, both curious about who you were and desperate to know how you got Jake to dance in this way that they had never seen before. Coyote, and your parents, just stood off to the side and sipped on beers with a knowing smile gracing each face.
You guys looked just like you had that first night.
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Shawn told Gus, long before it happened, that he was going to leave. And Gus was probably supportive, because they were both leaving in their own ways, it’s just that Gus wanted to go to college, while Shawn just wanted to- go. And Shawn’s life was kind of falling apart. Like, his parent’s got divorced, his mom left, and then he got arrested, which- yeah. That probably made things between Shawn and Henry go from bad to fucking- explosive, I’d imagine.
And so, that was it, they were both going to leave soon and who knows what after that. And they probably like, made a whole entire list of all the fun stupid things they wanted to together before then.
But then, like, a week later or so, there was someone tapping on Gus’s bedroom window, and it’s like- the middle of the night- so Gus startles awake and is like “oh shit.” And he forces himself to look outside the window anyways- and it’s just Shawn sitting there. And he glanced over at his clock and it was actually like 1:13 in the morning, so he’s half like “what the fuck Shawn?” And half concerned.
So he goes over to his window and opened it up and was like “Shawn, do you know what time it is? Why did you wake me up, what’s wrong?”
At first, Shawn couldn’t get anything out. But then he was just like “I’m leaving.”
And for a second, Gus thought that he was joking, but then he noticed that Shawn had his backpack with him, and his face was just- a mixture of sad, anxious, and desperate. So, yeah, this was for real. He wasn’t ready.
He wanted to say that- tell Shawn how he can’t leave before they finish their list, or he goes off to college, because- he wasn’t ready to let go of his best friend yet.
“But you’re going to get hungry.” Was what he ended up saying instead. Because, deep down, he knew that Shawn needed to leave. Shawn was struggling, has been for a long time, and it was killing him to see, because he’s the only one that does. And if Shawn needed to run off to- find himself or something to be happy again- then he’ll have Shawn’s back, because he wanted his friend to be happy again above all else.
But back to the present, Shawn just kind of shrugged which wasn’t acceptable, was it? So he forced Shawn to get inside, and they both snuck into the kitchen where Gus did his best to pack him a sandwich as well as some juice when he realized that he might get thirsty too, without waking his family up.
And then they were both standing at the door- and this was really it. They might not ever see each other again after this, and the thought made Gus’s eyes well up- but he wasn’t going to cry- was what he kept repeating in his head. But then Shawn pulled him into the tightest hug that anyone’s ever given him, and Shawn’s back was trembling and- fuck- now he might actually cry.
But, by some miracle, he didn’t, and they said their goodbyes, with Shawn promising to send postcards, before leaving. Then Gus went back to his room where he laid face down in bed and just- let everything out.
14 years later, they found the fucking list while looking through Gus’s old stuff, and Shawn was like “Oh, we have to do it.” So they did, and it was some of the most fun that they had, like, ever. Even if they couldn’t do some of the stuff on it because the places just- didn’t exist anymore.
And, once it was getting late and they began to settle down, Shawn started to talk about how back when they were teenagers, Gus was what kept him going, really. Which confused Gus a bit, why he was bringing that up now, but he nodded anyways.
But then Shawn continued, telling him how when he left, he just wanted to- disappear. So doing this- Psych, and everything else now felt like getting a second chance at life, and how- indescribably happy he was that they were. And then Shawn thanked him.
And he cried. And Shawn teased him at first, but a few moments later, he began to tear up too, so. Checkmate.
And that’s when Gus knew that he was going to stay.
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Okay, so, I know that this is different from the posts I usually make, but that’s because I’ve been trying to write this as an actual fanfiction for like- the past month, but writers block has been killing me and it just wasn’t turning out, so I decided to just write it on Tumblr as a weird mix between fanfic and rambling, because I just wanted to get it out of my brain. And, it wasn’t as detailed as I wanted it to be, but whatever I guess. Idk if this was any good, but I hope you enjoyed reading anyways, have a great day (:
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times never let me go said: happy pride! 🏳️🌈
(a mostly unserious post made entirely for my own entertainment)
this outfit
2. palm showing up at nueng's house and immediately inducing gay panic with the sluttiest soulmate-coded introduction possible until ourskyy 2
3. nuengdiao's gay little finger pointing (which happens at least 3 times in episode 1)
4. gaslight gatekeep girlboss
5. okay... 👀
6. local boy continues the age-old tradition of falling in love with a twink after seeing him play piano
7. (meeting ben) perhaps gay-on-gay violence is justified sometimes
8. nueng and palm flirt in the backseat. live chanon reaction:
9. update: gay-on-gay violence is definitely justified sometimes
10. phum taking a sec to call palm handsome before breaking a stool over his back (huh i wonder if that might mean anything)
11. okay... 👀 (pt. 2)
12. nuengdiao deciding to get wasted even though he's deathly allergic to alcohol because palm's talking to a girl (we love a messy!gay)
13. nueng standing up for himself when the homophobic principal and ben's dad insinuate that it was wrong for ben and him to kiss and telling them to punish whoever leaked the photo instead
14. "you're an adult now. you can eat whatever you want!!" slay thanks khun tanya :)
15. what if we were both boys... and we kissed on a rooftop at night under ambiguous circumstances... and it was episode 5...
16. our established couple besties wu and david <3
17. "your lips are burning and swollen" okay?? gay ass
18. gay beach wedding. enough said.
19. palm asking "is this how couples kiss?" after eating nueng's face like be fucking for real right now
20. male-male soulmates existing since the dawn of time and being an established part of mythological lore
21. palm: has gay sex one (1) time and immediately gets a tattoo of his lover's name
22. palm's face when nueng says he might confess his love to a woman one day lmaooooo
23. palm and nueng talking about how their mothers gave them the courage to be themselves and confess their love for each other
24. nueng: we need to show uncle kit that he can't mess with us. the plan: serve cunt
25. tanya immediately waking up from her coma when nueng says he wants her to see him with his boyfriend. true ally behavior!
26. WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO EXPRESS IT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE
27. message received
28. wow so glad it isn't like that anymore! oh wait...
29. (about to die) time to educate some assholes!!
stopping here because of the (deeply homophobic) 30-image-per-post limit, but feel free to add more below!! happy pride from p'jojo, palmnueng, and co. 🏳️🌈
#never let me go#never let me go the series#nlmg#this is what i do with my free time haha please enjoy
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Young Love [chapter 1]
This is a chuuya x reader x dazai fanfic! yay>_<
Btw Y/N is afab Non-binary and uses They/them
Also Finnish Y/N 😼
I suck at writing fanfics but i'm trying best and if you wanna read the chapers i've made so far then they are on my wattpad:D
https://www.wattpad.com/user/Luka_LL
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~Y/N POV:~
Finally, after 13 long hours i'm finally in Japan to start my new life! it feels so good to finally get to start a new life away from my family and old friends or more like classmates since i can't think of any of them as friends anymore.
As i step out of the airport i sit down on a bench outside and call for a taxi to come and get me. as i wait for my taxi, i scroll through old pictures of me and my classmates, "..why can't i just be happy like i was back then..?" i mumble to myself.
after about 20 minutes the taxi comes and i go inside it.
"To (college name) please" i say in Japanese to the taxi driver and he starts driving.
while on the way i admirer the city of Yokohama.
"are you a foreigner?" the taxi driver asks me "ah, yes i am" i answer him "this is actually my first time traveling outside of Europa" i say.
"are you European?" the taxi driver asks me "yeah, i'm from Finland"(or whatever country your from) i answer him, and the driver only nods and keeps driving me.
When we get to the college i thank him and pay "bye have a good day!" the driver says before driving of.
"..i'm all on my own now.." i mumble to myself again as i start walking inside the building. while i walk to the principles office i see some people whispering to each other and i'm guessing they are talking about how i look so different from them, it wouldn't be the first time.
while in my thoughts i accidentally bump into someone "oh sorry.." i say, and hear the person huff "whatever" they say and walk way. 'what the fuck did i do' i think to myself. i watch as the ginger haired boy walks over to some other boy with brunet hair thats much taller then him 'that must be his friend or something' i think to myself again.
when i get to the principles office i knock on the door and wait.
"come in!" i hear a woman say from the inside.
"You must be Y/N! am i right?" she asks in a happy voice "uh.. yeah i am" i say back "you must be nervous" she says to me in a calm voice while i keep quiet "theres no need to worry, you'll fit in just fine" she says. 'yeah right, there were just some students back talking me, and i made someone mad, i'm defiantly gonna fit in' i think to myself "..okay.." i say
After she tells me about all of my classes she gives me the keys to my dorm "just know you're gonna have two room mates!" she says as i leave the room.
'Room number 567? that means its on the 5th floor..' i think to myself and start walking to the elevator.
theres a note on the elevator door that says 'out of order' 'great, just my lucky day' i think and start walking up the stairs.
once at the top i start panting a lot "jeez.. that was harder then i thought.." i say to myself.
"543.. 544.. 545.." i look at all of the doors trying to find my own. "here it is!" i say while i start to unlock the door.
"DAZAI WHERE THE FUCK IS MY HAIR BRUSH!?!?" is the first thing i hear when i open the door 'oh lord' "calm down dear, its just a hair brush" says the same brunet from earlier while getting choked by the ginger 'what did i just walk in on' "this is kinda kinky not gonna lie-" the brunet says before the ginger lets go of him. "perv.." mumbles the ginger before he sees me.
"who the fuck are you?" he asks and i freeze "oh! i think thats our new room mate chuuya!" the brunet says excitedly "oh yeah, we were getting a new room mate, thats why we had to clean the guest room" the ginger says in a bit calmer voice now.
i study the boys features carefully.. they are quite pretty both of them, the brunet boy has bandages covering his arm, legs and neck, weird.. the ginger boy has some cute freckles covering his face and one blue and one brown eye.
"you just gonna stand there like an idiot or introduce yourself to us?" the ginger asks in an annoyed tone.
"a-ah! i-i'm Y/N..!" 'FUCK WHY DID I HAVE TO START STUTTERING RIGHT NOW!?' i think while dying inside.
"i'm guessing you aren't from Japan, right?" the brunet asks.
"..yeah.. i'm Finnish.." i say.
"i can tell" the ginger says.
'what the fuck is that supposed to mean!?'
"chuuya, i'm pretty sure thats offensive to say" the brunet says. "HUH!?" the ginger seems shocked.
"by the way i'm Dazai Osamu" the brunet says " and this here is my boyfriend, Chuuya Nakahara!" he say happily.
"you shouldn't say that we are boyfriends to them! what if they are homophobic, dumbass!?" Chuuya say in a more irritated voice.
"..its fine.. i'm also a part of the community.." i say an they just look at me. i start to feel pretty weird and think that they are jugging me. i feel like i want to cry but i hold it in as to not make a fool out of myself.
"follow me and i'll show you your room!" Dazai says happily and grabs my hand. i flinch a bit at the contact but don't do anything to not seem like a bother.
"heres your new room!" he says and pushes me into the room closing the door 'finally he left me alone,..' i think while looking around the room, its quite big, probably bigger then my old room back.. home.. i feel sad thinking about my "home".. it never really felt like a home or a safe place for me.. all i can remember are bad times from when my parents yelled at me and said they were gonna hit me.
i wipe a tear that was running down my cheek and start unpacking my stuff.
"..this is gonna be a long night.." i sigh.
(authors note: i'll try to update this as much as i can since i'm busy with school stuff:) there might be a bit of smut in the next chapter;
Please don't steal this (nobody is gonna do that anyway) and i won't post the next chapter for a while so just read it on my wattpad. it might take me like months to post more chapters since i might forget lol)
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We're a Family Part 13 (Steddie X You)
A/N: I may be a bit tipsy so forgive me lol Alas I bare you this chapter <3
Warnings: Steddie X You relationship, Smut and fluff with a dash of angst at the beginning, the boys talk about their dads briefly near the end, handcuffs are introduced 😈, I think that's it lol
Word Count: 5322
“What the fuck are we doing here, Y/N. You’re lucky I even came without a lawyer.”, Charlie sighed as he slid onto the chair in the bar you invited him to. You sat there trying to appear as calm as possible as you smoked your cigarette.
“We need to talk.”
“Yeah, we do. How dare you pull a stunt like that with my son! I know that isn’t—”
“Charles, shut up. Shut. Up. I’m not here to fight with you or play games. We need to talk about Dylan and what’s best for him.” You slide a piece of paper your lawyer had drafted in front of him, allowing him to read it as you took a sip of the liquor in your glass.
“Fuck you. No. I’m not fucking signing this.”
“He—”
“No! No… I’m not… I can’t.”
“Charlie… he loves you so much. You have no idea but… he’s not a little boy anymore. He’s going to be 13 next year! I gave you so many chances and each time you weren’t there. He deserves better than this and somewhere inside I know you know that.”
His eyes start to fill with tears but he pushes them down. He can’t seem weak right now.
“I’m his father, Y/N.”
“Since when, Charlie? You missed so much. Birthdays, holidays, school functions and baseball games. He’s already started trying to shave his face and he’s been trying to work up the courage to ask a girl he likes on a date. Dylan tried to call and asked to visit but each time you weren’t available… I’m not saying he won’t change his mind as he grows up about wanting to see you but right now… this is what’s best.”
He reaches for your pack of cigarettes, scoffing as he takes out one and lights it. “These are the guys, right? You used to always smoke the lights when we were together.”
You softly smile in his direction. “Yeah, I steal them from Eddie so I can maintain the illusion that I don’t smoke anymore especially if I don’t buy my own pack.”
Charlie chuckles and your heart breaks. It’s the first time in almost 10 years you’ve seen him genuinely laugh like that.
“I tried, Y/N. I really did.”
“I know… by doing this…”, you point to the paper. “You’ll be doing the fatherliest thing for him that you have ever done. That way… he can finally stop hoping and focus on being a kid.”
His jaw tightens as he reaches for a pen, staring at the document before him, hands shaking as he signs his name.
“Tell Dylan I love him…SO fucking much.” With that he quickly stands and practically runs out of the building.”
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“Dada! Daddy! Wake up.”, Aurora exclaimed as you threw her playfully onto the bed.
“Oh, Jesus Christ.”, Eddie chuckles when she throws herself down on his stomach.
“Geez rist.” You narrow your eyes at him as she tries to mimic words.
“What’s going on?”, Steve rubs his eyes as he sits up.
“Ro tell them. Say ‘Happy Father’s Day.”
“Appy faters day!”
“Thank you, honey. You’re too sweet.”
She giggles as she keens into Eddie’s chest. “Happy Father’s Day, dad. We got you some presents.” Dylan grins as he sits on the end of the bed and hands them each something. “Both of these are from Ro and me.”
Both men tear into the paper, displaying each gift one at a time. Eddie proudly held his shirt to his chest that read “Heavy Metal Dad” as he beamed at the kids.
“I love it so much! Thank you, guys. I’m going to wear it out today.”
Steve held up his coffee tumbler that read “Teacher by day; World’s best dad by night.”
“Oh, wow. Thanks you two! This will be going to work with me tomorrow.”
“Alright, let’s let them get dressed so they can come down and eat breakfast. That way we can take them to the other places, okay?”
“Bye, dada. Bye daddy.” Aurora waves, smiling as they wave back.
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You grin as you watch Dylan and Steve interact with the Hawkins professional baseball players. They were both so animated as they excitedly talked about the game and your son’s stats on the field. Eddie wrapped his arm around your waist as he kissed your temple.
“Look at our nerds.”, he grins.
“As usual he planned all this. Dylan thought Steve would enjoy getting to meet the team and play with them a bit.”
“I’m sure Stevie would enjoy anything that boy put together. I know I do.”
“Yeah, well, your present is tonight after we visit grandpa.”
“Ganpa.”, Aurora claps. You plop her on her feet as she tries to wiggle out of your grasp to run to her father and brother. “Din. Up!”, she commands as she makes grabby hands towards the sky.
“Who’s this?”, the player asks as Dylan lifts his sister into his arms.
“This is my little sister, Aurora.”
The man grins as he says hello and she keens into her brother’s shoulder before shyly waving.
“Must be nice having a sibling. I was an only child growing up and it was the worst.”
“Me to.” Eddie and Steve echo at the same time making you laugh.
Ro giggles, pointing to Dylan as she babbles. “Bra-der. Din…Rara…sis-ter.”
“She reminds me of my daughter. So smart and they pick up everything!”
“She really does.”, you smile as you pet her curls.
“Hey. Do you guys want to try hitting some balls? We actually have some t-ball bats and balls for the little one here.”
The five of you spent the rest of the day at the field playing with the players. Steve helped Ro hit the ball a few times and she was so excited as she waddle ran around the bases. Dylan continued to give Eddie pointers like he did in the batting cage all those years ago and the metalhead continued to pretend like he had no idea what he was doing as he asked his son questions.
***
“Ganpa!”, Ro screamed as she barreled towards Wayne.
“Oh my god. Hey, sweetheart!” He pretended to groan as he picked her up. “You are getting heavy. I’m too old. I need you to be a baby again.” She giggled as she shook her head.
Wayne grinned as he hugged Eddie. “Happy Father’s Day.”
“Happy Father’s Day, boys. You guys look like you’re having a good day so far.”
Dylan excitedly told him all about their time with the players and the fun they had as the man began setting out plates for lunch.
You guys enjoyed the meal Wayne made and Ro refused to let go of her grandpa even as he ate.
“Are you guys still doing the word association?”
“Oh, yeah. She’s got the family down for sure.” You begin pointing around the table as she rattles off names.
“Din. Daddy. Mama! Dada. Ganpa!”
“And who are you?”
“Rara!”
Steve laughs as he leans back in his chair. “I love the way she says it.”
“The other day she heard me say Eddie and—”
“Eh-ee…”
You gesture towards her as Wayne throws his head back and laughs.
“Mhmm. Daddy. I’m daddy to you, ya little monster.”, the man smiles as she tries to hide in her grandfather’s lap.
“So, what are the plans for the rest of the evening?”
“Dylan has somewhere he wants to take Eddie and then dinner after.”, you reply.
“Have you given them the thing yet?” You shake your head. “You’ll have to text me when you do.”
“Um, what thing?”, Steve inquires.
“You’ll see.”, you sing as you lean over to kiss his lips.
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Eddie’s entire demeanor changed as he excitedly took his kids hands and ran into the museum. Dylan had found a place about an hour outside of Hawkins that had a lot of the “nerdy” things his dad enjoyed. You and Steve laughed as you held hands following behind them as they looked around.
“Ah dude, look! They have one of the original D & D game from 1974.”
“That is so cool.” Dylan’s eyes widen as they look over the display.
“It’s been around that long? I’m surprised I didn’t know about this until after I met you.”
“I was just as surprised, sweetheart.” He grins when you lean up to kiss his cheek.
“Mom! Look!” Your son grabs your hand pulling you into a room full of Harry Potter memorabilia. Even as he got older his love for the books and movies didn’t change. His eyes lit up as he looked over all the trinkets, smirking as he turned to Steve. “Ok. Ro style word associate. Dad, what’s this?”
“Uh…boot key?”
“Close enough.”, he laughs as he points to something else.
“Oh! That one I know. It’s, um, time turner.” The man smiles proudly as Dylan confirms he’s right before pointing at something else. “Um…”
“Snit.”, Aurora babbles as she flaps her hands like wings.
“Yes! Snitch. Good job, Ro!”
“The three-year-old knows more than you do.”, you tease.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I got two of them.” Steve smiles as he playfully shoves you.
As soon as you enter a room dedicated to Lord of The Rings, your daughter squeaks turning to cling to Eddie’s neck when she sees the big eye on the tower.
“It’s ok, baby. Daddy won’t let Sauron hurt you.”
“This is a really cool place, Dylan. How did you find it?”
“There’s this beautiful place on my computer called the internet.”
“Geez, Harrington. Did you hear that? It sounded like our wife shrunk and became a 12-year-old boy.”
“For real. You both are so mean.”
You wrap your arms around him as you gently kiss his head. “My baby. You definitely get that sarcasm from me.”
***
That evening you and the kids made dinner for them which they absolutely had fun watching. Dylan helped you cut ingredients and you gave Aurora the spoon a few times so she could stir the pan in front of you.
After you guys ate, your daughter fell asleep in her chair with her face covered in pasta sauce. Eddie cleaned her up before quickly taking her upstairs to put her to bed.
“Actually, we should all head upstairs because what Dylan wants to give you is up there.”
The three of you waited in your bedroom for Eddie to return and as soon as he did your son commanded he sit on the bed next to Steve.
“Oh shit. He’s upped his kidnapping game to. I think he’s going to murder us, Stevie.”
You jokingly widened your eyes and he grinned as he calmed down waiting for Dylan to proceed.
“So our son and I have some things to tell you but we ask that you wait until we’re finished before you fully react. Mostly by fully react, I mean getting mad at me.” You guiltily smiled towards them as their expressions became more cautious. “A couple of months ago I met up with Charlie.”
“You what?”, Steve asked with a hint of frustration.
“Please, listen—”
“I asked her to.”, Dylan cut in. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do since mom told me she changed her last name. We’ve been talking about it a lot and I asked her not to tell you.” He slowly stepped forward and handed Eddie a manilla envelope.
They glanced at each other as he carefully pulled a packet out and they both scanned the documents.
“I…how…”, the metalhead stuttered over his words as you softly smiled.
“Dylan asked me if there was a more permanent way for you two to be labeled as his dad. I asked Wayne since he adopted you, Eddie, and he helped me get some of this stuff together. Like Aurora, I can only put one name there as his father. I thought it only fair to put Steve since yours is on Ro’s but both your names are listed as his parental guardians. That way…if anything happens to me…”
“After you guys sign it and this other paper in the back here, my last name will officially be Munson-Harrington like mom and my sister.”
Steve covered his eyes in his elbow but you saw his chest heave as he cried. Dylan stepped forward and the man immediately took him in his arms, reaching over to tug Eddie’s shirt so he could hug him to. After they pulled apart, you handed them a pen and they signed without any hesitation.
“I love you guys.”
“We love you to, kid. Now…get out of here before you make us cry again.”
Dylan giggled as jumped off the bed, kissing your cheek, and heading to his room.
You climbed into the bed between them, giving them each a kiss. “I’m sorry. He asked me not to tell you especially since we weren’t sure about what would happen with Charlie.”
“What did happen?”
You sighed as you told them the story of your meeting at the bar and your ex signing away his parental rights.
“Are you okay?”, Eddie asked.
“Yeah…it was hard…seeing the pain on his face. I’ve never doubted that Charlie loved him but…I don’t know.”, you shrug. “I’m glad Dylan feels safe with you two though. He’s not worried about you leaving him or hurting him.”
They smile as Steve tenderly pets your head.
“Ok, now I have a gift for you two as well so please double check that the baby is asleep and turn down the house while I go grab it!”
########
“Alright, baby. Dylan is in bed and ready for school tomorrow, Ro is still knocked out, and the door is closed. The floor is yours.”, Eddie announces as he sits on the bed next to Steve.
“Thank you, my love!”
“Oh, did you hear that, Harrington? My love…I like it.”
You giggle as you poke your head out of the closet. “Shut up and both of you close your eyes.”
“Yes ma’am.” The boys faux salute making you laugh harder.
They hear a small sigh leave your lips as you gradually shuffle towards. “I’ve never worn anything like this before but I saw it at the mall and knew you both would like it. Open.”
Their jaws drop when they are finally able to look at you.
The blue lingerie nightie you were wearing showed off your body in all the right places and the lacy part hugging your barely hidden breasts had Eddie exhaling in pleasure. The material flowed like a dress, cutting off just below your waist and you lifted it slightly to reveal a cute pair of lacy blue panties that had Steve’s cock twitching in his pants.
“Fuck me…Honey, you look—”
“Beautiful…”, Eddie finished.
You bit your bottom lip as you try to contain your grin. “I got one more thing that I was going to save for someone’s birthday but to be honest I don’t know who I want to use it on more. Or I don’t know, maybe, you can use it on me.”
“Baby!”, Steve chuckles. “You have to tell us what it is first.”
After disappearing to your closet again, you come back out with a small box and hand it to them to open. The metalhead tears it open, both men looking up at you with sudden longing as their eyes clouded over with lust.
“Well, what is it?”, you ask innocently as you giggle in their direction.
“You’re going to fucking kill us. You know that right?” Steve sighs shakily as he pulls out the black leather handcuffs you had bought.
Eddie smirks in your direction until it slowly becomes his signature toothy smile that you love.
“What?”
“Naw, sweetheart, I’m just thinkin’. You walked into a store and thought ‘Maybe there’s something in here the TWO men I love would enjoy but yet you walked out with ONE pair of cuffs.”, he wiggles his eyebrows playfully in your direction. “You said you didn’t know who but you have one of us in mind. Don’t you, baby?”
“I…yeah…I mean…kinda…”, you blush.
“3, 2, 1…”, Eddie quickly counts down and at the same time you both reply.
“Steve.”
“Ha!”
Steve grins as he nods his head. “I’d ask why but it doesn’t really matter.”
“I just…I don’t know. I thought he might enjoy being a little vulnerable.”
“Liar.”
“Edward Munson, I swear to God!”, you laugh as your hands cover your face.
“You, my love, thought of Steve because Mr. Harrington here is definitely the most passionate but for some reason hides it under all that sexy head of hair.” Eddie rose to his feet turning you to take his place on the bed as he tugged the other boy and moved him to face you.
“Out of the three of us, he’s the most handsy. Stevie here loves PDA and doesn’t mind displaying you for the world.” The metalhead unbuttoned Steve’s shirt, tossing it aside as he ran his palms over his chest and down his stomach.
“Steve also has a tendency to ‘take charge’. Be the big man of the house, making sure everyone including me and you, princess, are taken care of.” The man exhales as Eddie places light kisses along his back, reaching around to unzip his jeans, and slide them down his legs with his boxers.
“But the main reason is because…” Taking the handcuffs from you, he pulls Steve’s wrists behind his back, binding them together. “…this gorgeous man, while having grown up a lot especially after becoming a dad, still has some struggles being vulnerable. And for us, sweetheart, it’s absolutely fucking sexy watching him surrender it to the two people he trusts the most.”
He sits beside you as he leans back on his hands, looking up at Steve with admiration.
“He really does look yummy.”
“Yeah, he does.”
You stand to get closer to him, running your palms up his hairy chest to his neck as you lean up to kiss his lips. His arms twitch behind him, desperately wanting to wrap them around you, chasing your mouth as you pull away.
“Oh, this is going to be fun.” You smile as you guide him towards the mattress, pushing him down onto his stomach. “They don’t hurt right?”
“No. They actually feel comfortable.”
Your fingers run delicately through his hair so you can see his eyes. “If at any point you feel uncomfortable just tell us, okay?”
“Okay, honey.”, he answers before being abruptly turned onto his back.
“You know, we could have some real fun and torture the hell out of him.”
“Eddie, no!”, you giggle.
“Oh, come on. Last time we tried the no touch he lost our bet and jerked off. Now…”, he grins wickedly as he pushes you onto your back as well, crawling up your body before leaning down to kiss you. “…he can’t do that. It’s sweeter to because, sweetheart, you look so gorgeous in this. Imagine if Stevie couldn’t have you while you were wearing it.”
A moan escapes your lips as his hips grind against your own. “Eddie, its both your day, today. He deserves to feel good to.”
“Oh, alright.”
After giving you an obnoxiously loud kiss, he slides off your body and takes off his own shirt, flinging it to the side. The metalhead watches you with a big smile as you roll to your side, tenderly kissing Steve’s lips before trailing your own down his chest.
A line of spit flows from your mouth as you hover over his cock, stroking it along his shaft with your hand. He groans as your tongue licks his tip, tracing along his veins till you reach his balls.
“Baby, I got this.” Eddie’s eyes gesture upwards and you smile as you crawl up towards the other boy’s face. Straddling his head facing them, you move the silky fabric blocking your core to the side, moaning as he cranes his neck to press his tongue into your entrance.
“Yes, Steve, baby.”
He moans underneath you as he wraps his mouth around your clit and you glance up to see Eddie taking the man’s cock as far into his mouth as his throat will allow. Drool and spit drips from his lips and your pussy clenches at the sight.
Eyes rolling back, Steve aggressively begins shaking his head, devouring you as if you were the last meal he was ever going to have.
“Oh my god… Don’t… Don’t stop.”, you whimpered as your hips grinded against his face.
You watched as his hands moved underneath him, desperate to touch either one of you. Your palms pressed against his chest for leverage as you felt him fully try and taste everything that was his. Moaning his name repeatedly, your legs shook around him as you came.
You hastily climbed off him, turning to grip his jaw as you sloppily kiss his lips. His tongue invaded your mouth before he jerked his head back to try and kiss as much of your face, neck, and body he could reach.
Eddie released Steve’s cock, giving you room as you climb on top of him again and gradually sunk down on to his dick.
“Fuck me…”, Steve moaned as he lifted his head to watch himself disappear inside of you.
The other man removed the rest of his clothing and leaned forward to suck on your neck as you slowly began moving your hips.
“We could still have fun with him, you know.”, Eddie teased. “I mean, doesn’t it kill you at least a little that you can’t touch her?” He chuckled when Steve nodded. “What was that, Stevie? I couldn’t hear you.”
“More…more than…a little. Goddamn, baby, you feel so fucking good.”
The metalhead brushes some of your hair back as his breath tickles your ear. “What do you think, sweetheart? Think we should let him go?”
You reached for Steve’s shoulders, yanking him to a sitting position as your thighs clung to his waist.
“Please.”
While he waited to be free, Steve dragged his tongue along your neck before latching his lips to the sweet spot on your throat. As soon as the cuffs came off, he wrapped his arms around you and flipped you onto your back, pounding into you almost animalistically.
He hated not being able to touch you. Not that he didn’t like being restrained but he just loved you so much and not being able to hold you drove him insane.
Eddie was completely entranced with you two as he stroked his cock watching the man he loved take care of the woman he loved. It was so beautiful and he relished the fact that moments like this only belonged to you three.
“Steve, please, I’m…” You hand covered your mouth to stifle the moan but he moved it out of the way, replacing it with his lips as he held your face to his. You clung to him as you came, his tongue muffling your whimpers as you came undone.
Steve’s rhythm stalled as he allowed you to catch your breath. Suddenly feeling a hand on his back, he turned his head to see Eddie behind him who raised his eyebrows essentially checking in. The man nodded before looking down at your sweaty features.
“Are you ok?”
They breathily laugh as you give them a thumbs up while you continue to pant. The metalhead’s palm glides to the other man’s shoulder as his other guides his cock into him. This was always one of your favorite parts of making love with them. You had always said, even when you first met them, that they both had an energy that was intimidating when it came to them.
Maybe it was the years of knowing each other or just being friends instead of lovers but anytime they interacted especially in bed it was like looking at a work of art, so gorgeous. Steve’s forehead fell against yours as his face scrunched in pleasure. Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut as he leaned against the man’s back, balancing on his other arm as he began slowly thrusting his hips.
Your eyes remained open as you tried to watch them above you. Every time Eddie pumped into him, it moved Steve forward thrusting him into you.
“Does he feel good, babe?” Steve nods at your question as he softly kisses your lips. “Tell me. Tell me, sweetheart.”
He forces his eyes open as he looks down at your face. “Y-you—mmm—you both feel…jesus…”, he grunts unable to finish his thought as Eddie slows behind him, delivering deep strokes that has Steve’s face collapsing into your neck.
The man winks above you before reaching for both of Steve’s wrists and locking them behind his back. The action causes the boy to fall flat against your body, pushing him deeper inside you.
“Oh my god…”, you cry, covering your mouth again.
“You okay, princess? St-still with us?”
“Eddie, please. Don’t stop.”, you beg. He obliges, gripping Steve’s arms tightly as he slams his hips into his. Your own limbs cling to the boys as bite into his shoulder, muffling your scream as you cum.
You hold him tighter to you, threading your fingers in his hair as he keens into your neck and grunts loudly into your skin as he warms your insides with his release. Eddie follows a couple moments after, letting go of Steve’s wrists to wrap himself around to his chest as he thrusts his spend into the boy beneath him.
Panting, he gradually pulls out falling onto his back beside you both as he wipes the sweat from his face.
“Ow…”, you wince as Steve tries to do the same.
“I’m sorry.”, he whispers, leaning down to kiss your forehead.
“No, no. Just… hang on a second.” You press your palm against his lower belly, guiding his movements till he’s fully out of your aching core. “You would think after being with you two and having two kids I wouldn’t get sore like this but…”
Steve softly grins as he sits beside you, wincing himself before pulling out the handcuffs he sat on.
“I like these. We should use more stuff like this.”
“Maybe you two can come with me next time and we can look around. I’m open to it.”
Eddie nods, agreeing with you as he rises to his feet and takes you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. Steve slowly shuffles behind and helps you out of your outfit as the other boy get the bath ready.
All three of you exhale heavily as your skin hits the warm water.
“I had a good day today.”, Eddie grins as he carefully cleans your body.
“Me to. I wonder if Ro is going to inherit her brother’s event planning gene.”, Steve chuckles as he kisses your shoulder.
“Well, you two are really good with surprises to I’m sure she will.”, you smirk.
“Uh oh. I know that look.”, the metalhead tilts your chin up with his index finger. “Time for bathtub therapy?”
You scrunch your nose in his direction making him laugh. “Steve, have you, um, heard from your dad?”
“No and I’m fine with that. Wait, where did that come from?”
“I don’t know…on days like today sometimes my mind wonders and just like with little Edward Munson, I think about little Steven Harrington. I’m so glad your mom came around. I just wish your dad would stop being an asshole and see what we see.”
“Ah, so the follow up question was going to be if I’ve heard from my dad to?” You nod at Eddie’s question. “One of the things I love about you, sweetheart, is your optimism. It definitely grounds us especially me. You know sometimes I can be super cynical.” His grin grows when you giggle. “Now, Stevie, stop me if I’m wrong but we have a family here; two gorgeous kids and you. We’re both finally working jobs we enjoy and love being able to see Ro and Dylan experience things that we didn’t get to. Why would we want to bring our dads into that especially if they don’t want to change or accept us?”
“Aw, honey, our little metalhead is growing up.”, Steve responds sarcastically as he reaches out to playfully pinch Eddie’s cheeks. “He’s right. I don’t want to hear my father’s opinion on me teaching or, hell, even what he’d say about Dylan. Baby, he had a problem with you changing your name. Imagine what he’d say if he found our son will to.”
“Yeah…my mother is probably going to pitch a fit when she finds out.”
“Well, when your mom stops being insane, we’ll take her opinions under advisement.”
“Geez, Ed. Tell me how you really feel.”, you giggle as you splash water in his direction. “How would you dad feel about us? I know Wayne doesn’t care and your mom didn’t seem too either. Then again, she was more focused on herself…”
He gently kisses your forehead before rising from the tub and reaching for your hands to pull you up as well.
“My dad…wouldn’t care exactly. He would probably have something to say about me and Steve though…”, Eddie eyes remained down cast as he dried you off and then himself before handing the other boy the towel. “He would think he’s being funny but…”, he breathily laughs as he yanks a shirt over your head. You follow him as he goes on the hunt for some shorts.
“Honestly, I would be more worried about the stuff he would bring into the house. He was constantly stealing things and bringing them home to my mom as ‘gifts’. Wayne said he would steal valuables from his trailer. I image he would take a lot of the stuff we have here. I, um…”, he rubs the back of his neck as he climbs on the bed. “I would also be worried about Dylan. I know he’s a smart kid! Don’t get me wrong but sometimes my dad had a way of talking that would make you think you were doing something innocent and then next thing you know you’re in the passenger’s seat next to him going 80 down a highway as the cops try and catch him for grand theft auto.”
You pull him into hug as you kiss his lips. “I’m sorry, baby.”
Eddie kisses you back before making you laugh as he places obnoxiously loud pecks along your face. “No reason to be sorry.”
He tucks you into bed, crawling under the covers with you as Steve bounces in behind you. You and the metalhead talk casually as the other boy occasionally chimes in, his eyes focused on his phone in front of him. After a while, you fall asleep, curled into Eddie’s chest.
“Hey.”, he reached over to lightly smack his arm. “What are you reading so intently over there?”
“Nothing.”, Steve smiles. “Just looking up something and doing some math.”
“Is it a big secret? You know if it’s for Y/N you have to clue me in.”
“Calm down. I’m just…thinking.”
“About?”
“Today and the kids. About how big they are both getting…”
“Aw. Is Stevie getting sentimental?”
“Shut up.”, he giggles. Eddie grins as he rolls over to turn off his bed side lamp and wrap his arms around you.
“I do miss Aurora being a baby. Kind of makes you want another one, ya know?”
“Do you mean that? Would you want another kid?”
“Yeah, sure, one day.”
Steve sighs as he watches Eddie’s eyes drift closed, closing out of the notes he had made on his phone titled “Baby #3: Expenses (Can we afford it right now?)”, and placing his device next to the bed. As he turns off the lights, he snuggles up behind you, reaching over to rest his arm across both your hips.
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My Heart's Home (m) | pjm | eleven
🐴Chapter summary: Everything is good, you and Jimin are happy, and you finally have everything you’ve always dreamed of.
🐴Chapter title: This Perfect Day
🐴Pairings: jimin x reader (main), jungkook x reader (only happens once in the first chapter), jungkook x OC (jessi), namjoon x OC (jessi), yoongi x hoseok, namjoon x oc, seokjin x oc, taehyung x oc
🐴Characters: female reader (isn’t mentioned by name and no “y/n”), Jimin, Jungkook, Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Seokjin, Taehyung and four female original characters.
🐴Genre/AU: ranch!au, slice of life!au, soulmate!au, cowboy!au + smut, humor, fluff, romance, slow burn and angst
🐴Rating: mature/explicit/R18 – this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact!
🐴Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸
🐴Chapter warnings: pet names, unprotected sex; public sex (they do it in a cattle truck parked at the side of the road), oral: blowjob, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, breast play, nipple play, a lot of kissing, creampie, cockwarming, hair pulling, marking, a lot of sexual tension again, praise kink, dirty talk and fluff.
🐴Status: completed (the epilogue is in the works!)
🐴Word count: 14.4k
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🐴Author’s note: as I’m writing this note, I’m going to post chapter 6. I still feel very discouraged to post… I love the few of you who have taken time out to comment and reblog with nice words— truly 🥹 but the engagement (notes/kudos) are just not what they used to. I’m at that place where I’m thinking about not posting anymore, at all. Like posting gives me this horrible feeling? Like seeing 30 notes, when I used to get 200-300 😭 I know I’m complaining, and I don’t usually do this, but I’m gonna address it. I’m a firm believer in, if something doesn’t give you something good, but instead something bad, drop it. So, there’s a very high chance that this series will be my last in a while. I can’t speak for the future— I’m still gonna write, because that truly gives me so much joy, I’m just not gonna share it (at the moment). Maybe later, when I feel better about it. And maybe I’ll change my mind, who knows? But right now, I don’t feel good about posting this series, and it’s hard, because I love it so fucking much, but I know it’s not for everyone… but yeah, anyway, I’ll crawl back to the whole I came from. Happy reading! 🌸
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“This day, this perfect dayPeace, peace at lastLove blurs, love blurs my eyesAnd my heart is in your hands”
- ‘This Perfect Day’ by Rebecca Lavelle
Everywhere you turn, the faint scent of roses dances in the air, infusing your senses with a vitality that makes you feel truly alive. Vibrant hues burst forth like a kaleidoscope, saturating both your canvas and the world around you. Everything feels harmoniously perfect, as if the universe itself is painting a masterpiece just for you.
Jessi has outlined the urgency of relocating the cattle to a more accessible paddock closer to home, which is essential before they’re auctioned off in just a few days. You’re gearing up for a daunting cattle muster that she warns could stretch into days of hard work. Uncertain of the necessities for an extended cattle drive, you pack cautiously, opting for practicality with spare underwear and shirts. The thought of wearing the same attire doesn’t bother you, so long as you can avoid the sweat and grime that comes with the task ahead.
Ha-rin whirls around the kitchen, a flurry of activity as she ensures there’s ample sustenance for the journey ahead. With a mix of urgency and precision, she assembles sandwiches, packs canned goods, and meticulously stores vegetables in containers and bags, her determination evident in every swift movement. As Ha-rin meticulously organizes the provisions, the rest of your group converge in the barn, your footsteps echoing against the wooden floor as you prepare the horses for the journey ahead. With a shared sense of purpose, you check the gear, tighten the saddles, and ensure each steed is ready for the long ride ahead.
You step into Mikrokosmos’ stall, enveloping her in a heartfelt embrace, relieved beyond measure to have her safely back in her stall. Gratitude wells up within you for Jimin’s unwavering assistance in locating her, a debt you can never fully repay. The day after you got Mikrokosmos home, Jessi and Jungkook went out and collected the rest of the horses safely back home.
“Hey girl, we’re going out for a ride for a few days,” you murmur softly to Mikrokosmos, your touch reassuring as she responds with a gentle whinny, conveying her understanding. Guiding her out of the stall, you lead her into the heart of the bustling barn, each step resonating with the anticipation of the journey ahead. Alongside Ara, Soo-ah, and Jessi, you all prepare your trusted companions for the expedition, a united front in ensuring Ha-rin’s horse is also equipped for the ride too.
“Ah, these long cattle drives are pure magic,” Ara exclaims, her voice dancing with infectious enthusiasm, as if her joy is a melody eager to be sung.
Soo-ah trails behind, her voice edged with a hint of disdain. “I swear, these drives are a literal pain in the ass. Who wants to endure days of saddle soreness? Not me, that’s for damn sure.”
You chuckle, a shared understanding passing between you and Soo-ah. Memories of your last cattle drive flood back, the discomfort of countless hours in the saddle still fresh in your mind.
With an exaggerated eye roll, Jessi strides out of the barn, leading Cinnamon by the reins. Meanwhile, the rest of you hustle to prepare your horses for the cattle drive ahead.
Efficiently, you outfit Mikrokosmos, ensuring she’s well-prepared for the trek ahead with saddle bags stocked full of essentials. As you complete the task, you notice Ara and Soo-ah wrapping up their own preparations. With your horses in tow, including an additional one for Ha-rin, you step outside to rendezvous with your sister.
As the four of you guide your horses down to the house, eagerly awaiting Ha-rin’s arrival with provisions to load into your saddle bags, anticipation thrums in your veins, heightened by the prospect of reuniting with Jimin soon. You’ve all agreed to lend a hand, recognizing the value of teamwork when it comes to managing the cattle. Just the thought of Jimin’s presence sets your heart aflutter – his warm brown eyes, his infectious smile, and the reassuring strength of his frame. Your mind drifts to his robust physique, envisioning the comforting embrace of his arms, the definition of his biceps, the warmth of his hands, and—
“Voila!” Ha-rin bursts out of the house, her arms laden with bags brimming with an assortment of provisions. With a cheerful efficiency, she distributes the supplies among the group, and you deftly pack the essentials into the two saddlebags snugly nestled beneath Mikrokosmos’ saddle.
With a synchronized grace, you each swing into the saddle and set off in a spirited gallop towards the Bell Ranch. The journey, though brief, is a symphony of exhilaration, the wind tousling your hair as if in playful dance, while the sky overhead paints a magnificent canvas of fiery reds and warm golden hues, igniting the landscape with a vibrant energy.
As the ranch emerges into view, your gaze fixates on the figures in the yard, each poised atop their horses. Yet amidst the group, your attention is magnetically drawn to Jimin. Clad in his signature simplicity—a crisp white t-shirt, weathered denim trousers, and beloved boots—he exudes a rugged charm that’s both timeless and alluring. But it’s his eyes that hold you captive, sparkling with a depth of emotion, perhaps even a hint of desire, while his smile, radiant and genuine, seems to illuminate the entire landscape, a beacon of warmth and affection reserved solely for you.
As you approach him astride Mikrokosmos, you offer a warm greeting, “Hey there.”
You lean in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss, momentarily oblivious to the playful banter and catcalls from the others, a shared chuckle escaping both of you amidst the uproar.
“Hey, babe,” he breathes out, his voice breathless and his gaze lingering on your lips. You can’t help but nibble on your own, a nervous habit in the wake of his overwhelming presence. It’s astonishing how effortlessly he stirs something deep within you with just a simple kiss. Memories flood your mind, recalling the intense moments shared with Jimin during your recent escapade in the wilderness. Now, amidst the chatter of friends and the anticipation of another adventure, you can’t help but wonder if this time will be different, if the chemistry between you two will ignite once more, maybe with less action, because that would truly be weird in front of everybody.
As your horses amble lazily forward, Jimin’s hand finds yours, fingers intertwining seamlessly. The simple act sends a jolt of warmth coursing through you, a silent promise of companionship amidst the vast expanse of the open landscape.
“Are we all ready?” Jessi’s voice cuts through the anticipation, her gaze sweeping over the assembled group, met with a chorus of affirmations.
“Alright, team. Remember the drill: keep it smooth and stress-free,” Jessi’s voice rings out with authority, her grip tightening on the reins as she guides Cinnamon into a purposeful trot. “Our herd’s a day’s ride east-west from here. Let’s make it count.”
With a silent nod to Jimin, you release his hand, urging Mikrokosmos into a spirited gallop. Together, you and Jimin form the rear of your group, a silent understanding passing between you. As you ride, you catch sight of Yoongi and Hoseok up ahead, their easy friendship evident in their smiles and hushed conversation. Mental notes flutter through your mind, a reminder to inquire about their date with Yoongi later on.
As the sun climbs to its zenith, you ride on until the familiar call for a break echoes through the air, signaling a pause for rest and sustenance. Settling down beside Jimin, his presence a comforting anchor beside you, you lean gently into the solidity of his frame, finding solace in the warmth he radiates.
The horses graze on the tender grass, luxuriating in their well-deserved respite, and you take a moment to replenish yourself with cool water and nourishing sustenance, feeling the energy seep back into your weary limbs with each sip and bite.
“How are you feeling?” Jimin’s gentle inquiry envelops you like a warm embrace, his eyes brimming with genuine concern and a flicker of something deeper, stirring a flutter of desire in the pit of your stomach.
You chuckle softly, the sound mingling with the refreshing gulp of water as you tilt the bottle to your lips. “My ass might be protesting a bit,” you admit with a grin, “but I’m holding up just fine.”
His laughter rumbles through the air, deep and rich, setting off a cascade of warmth in your chest. As you nibble on your food, you find yourself drawn into his orbit, the rest of the world fading into the background. In that moment, it’s just you and Jimin, lost in your own little universe.
With satisfied bellies and renewed spirits, you mount your horses once more, urging them into a swift gallop that carries you over hills and across vast stretches of open land towards the waiting cattle. The wind whips through your hair, and the rhythm of your horse’s hooves against the earth is like a steady drumbeat propelling you forward.
As the sky transforms into a mesmerizing palette of pinks and purples, resembling a scene straight from your own paintings back home, you can’t help but marvel at nature’s artistry. Despite the long hours in the saddle and the fact that your ass is sore as hell, your determination fuels your journey, and at last, you catch sight of the cattle grazing on the horizon. Relief washes over you like a gentle breeze, a welcome respite after a long day’s journey in the saddle.
With the sun dipping low and casting long shadows, Jessi’s voice cuts through the rustle of hooves and the low murmurs of the cattle. “That’s it for today. We’ll set up camp and drive them back tomorrow,” she announces firmly, reining Cinnamon to a halt near the herd before dismounting gracefully. Her words signal the end of the day's journey, a welcome respite from the endless expanse of the range. As she steps down, the rest of the group follows suit, each rider swinging their legs over their horses and joining her on solid ground.
Unrolling your sleep mat and spreading out your blanket, you relish the freedom of sleeping beneath the vast expanse of the open sky. Tents seem suffocating in this sweltering heat, offering little respite from the relentless sun. Out here, under the celestial canopy, you feel a connection to the land and the stars above, finding solace in the simplicity of nature’s embrace.
Nestling your sleeping mat beside Jimin’s, you relish the closeness, finding comfort in the warmth of your boyfriend. Nearby, the others spread out their mats, creating a sense of friendship beneath the sprawling sky. Jungkook and your sister, too, opt for closeness, aligning their mats side by side, fostering bonds in the quietude of the outdoors.
Your group settles in for dinner, and Soo-ah interjects with a playful yet stern warning, her laughter echoing through the gathering. “If I hear so much as a moan from any of you guys,” she jests, brandishing her flashlight like a beacon of authority, “I’ll expose you with my flashlight!” Her eyes twinkle mischievously as she scans the circle, her tone a blend of admonition and amusement.
“I swear on every star in this sky, I would never do that!” You practically shriek, your voice rising in horror, eliciting a hearty laugh from Jimin beside you. His touch on the small of your back sends a wave of warmth through you, grounding and reassuring as you banter with the group.
Soo-ah’s stare pierces through the playful banter, her eyes holding a hint of mischief and warning. “It’s not you I’m worried about,” she says with a sternness that cuts through the laughter.
Her gaze shifts to Jungkook and your sister, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes, and suddenly they both burst into laughter, their voices echoing in the evening air like a chorus of mischief.
“He totally doesn’t have any problem with public indecency!” Soo-ah playfully accuses, her finger jabbing in Jungkook's direction amidst his relentless laughter, echoed by your sister’s giggles.
“I’m sorry. I’ll keep it in my pants,” Jungkook quips, his laughter infectious as you share a playful eye roll with your sister. The idea of anything intimate happening out here in the open under the stars, right next to your friends, feels more gross than enticing. No thank you.
Amidst the laughter and banter, you all finish your meal, casting playful glances at Jungkook, who feigns innocence with a grin. With the sky now a canvas of darkness, sprinkled with the brilliance of a thousand stars, you prepare to surrender to the embrace of sleep, a well-earned respite under nature’s celestial canopy.
You glance around, and you notice the girls forming their own cozy enclave, their mats nestled together, sharing whispered secrets and giggles. Yoongi and Hoseok, not too far away, seem to have formed their own pact, their mats positioned snugly side by side. With a gentle distance between each group, the night air is filled with the soft murmur of conversation and friendship. Your sister and Jungkook have already settled down, their figures outlined by the fading light. You shift your focus to Jimin, his presence beside you a comforting anchor amidst the quietude of the night.
You chuckle softly, meeting his expectant gaze as his crooked grin lights up his face. “No funny business,” you playfully jab a finger at his chest, a smile dancing on your lips, the warmth between you palpable in the starlit night.
He chuckles softly before leaning in to kiss you, his lips full of desire, love, and a hint of the roses that aren’t even nearby. His tongue dances with yours, igniting a familiar fire within you. But the reality of your surroundings pulls you back; you’re outside, among friends and family. With a reluctant sigh, you pull away, planting a tender kiss on his cheek before turning around, inviting him to spoon you under the canopy of stars.
You nestle deeper into his embrace, playfully wiggling your hips against his, eliciting a soft chuckle from him. You sense the subtle response of his body against yours, his dick twitching against your ass. His arms envelop you, drawing you close, and you relish in the warmth of his embrace. As his head finds its place in the curve of your neck, you’re enveloped in the comforting scent of his presence, his breath a gentle caress against your skin. A sense of security washes over you as he wraps a leg around your hips, pulling you into an intimate embrace that speaks volumes of love and care.
You drift into slumber cradled in Jimin’s arms, his steady breaths a comforting lullaby against your ear, sending gentle shivers down your spine with each warm exhale.
As consciousness gradually returns, you blink away the remnants of sleep, greeted by the sight of Yoongi and Hoseok nearby, their figures illuminated by the soft glow of dawn.
“Morning,” Yoongi greets you, a weary smile gracing his lips as he waves a hand in your direction, his silver locks tousled from a night spent under the stars. With a hint of fatigue in his eyes, he absentmindedly runs his fingers through his hair. Hoseok follows suit with a wave, attempting to suppress a yawn behind his hand, signaling the slow transition from sleep to wakefulness.
The girls stir from their slumber, and you glance over to catch your sister and Jungkook sharing soft laughter, still nestled in their blankets. Returning your focus to your boyfriend, a fond smile tugs at your lips as you watch him peacefully asleep, admiring the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest with each steady breath.
With a stretch and a yawn, your sister breaks the morning silence. “Morning, everyone. Let’s grab some breakfast and get to it,” she suggests, her voice carrying a hint of determination.
You nod in agreement, your focus shifting to the still-sleeping Jimin beside you. Gently, you lay a hand on his chest, giving him a soft nudge, urging him to wake up and join the day’s activities.
He slowly stirs beneath you, his eyes fluttering open, he greets you with a warm, sleep-laden smile. “What’s up, love?”
With a tender smile, your cheeks tinged with a hint of pink, you reply, “We have to get to work, but food first.”
He rises from his slumber, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the sun-drenched landscape, basking in the warmth of the morning sun.
Amidst fatigue, you rally, rummaging through your saddle bags to retrieve the sustenance you stashed away. With weariness tugging at your limbs, you replenish your energy reserves, fortifying yourself for the task ahead: herding the cattle back home.
Swiftly devouring your meal, you swiftly equip your horses once more, preparing for the labor ahead. With practiced efficiency, you and your friends align, forming a protective barrier around the cattle, guiding them homeward with a synchronized grace.
As you ride alongside Jimin, your eyes playfully dart towards each other, sharing secret smiles amidst the task at hand. A gentle chuckle escapes your lips as you catch sight of Yoongi up ahead, with Soo-ah accompanying him, their friendship evident even from a distance.
“I need to have a word with Yoongi. I’ll be back in a moment,” you inform Jimin, urging your horse forward to catch up with Yoongi. As you draw near, Yoongi’s eyes meet yours, a welcoming smile gracing his lips, signaling his readiness to listen.
“Hey there,” you greet them with a chuckle, offering a nod to both Yoongi and Soo-ah.
“You just couldn’t wait any longer, could you?” He teases with a laugh, his tone carrying a playful undertone.
“Nope, couldn’t wait a second longer,” you reply with a grin, your curiosity piqued. “So, spill it. How did the date go?” You flash a knowing smile, eager for all the juicy details, your excitement barely contained.
As his laughter fills the air, you catch the subtle shift of Soo-ah’s attention, her gaze now fixed on your exchange, her curiosity piqued by the laughter.
“It went well. We have another date next week,” he replies, his smile adorned with a hint of bashfulness, the faint flush on his cheeks betraying his otherwise cool demeanor.
“I knew it. I knew Hoseok liked you!” You exclaim gleefully, punctuating your words with a playful smack on his arm, teasing him with a grin. Soo-ah, beside Yoongi, appears taken aback by the sudden revelation.
“Hoseok?” Soo-ah’s voice wavers, tinged with a hint of sadness. It hits you like a ton of bricks — fuck, you'd forgotten that she harbored feelings for him too.
“Wait, you went on a date with Hoseok?” Soo-ah’s voice quivers with disbelief, her tone laced with a mix of surprise and uncertainty.
Yoongi simply nods, his expression weary, as if he’s exhausted from the weight of hiding his emotions for so long.
Soo-ah’s shoulders sag with disappointment, and you can’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for her. However, her expression quickly shifts, and she manages to muster a bright smile for Yoongi. “Well, I’m genuinely happy for you,” she says, her voice masking any hint of her inner turmoil.
“Any details you want to share?” You prod, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes as you nudge him playfully.
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Sorry to disappoint you, but it was pretty tame. Just dinner and a beer, nothing juicy to share,” he replies with a grin.
You chuckle softly, noticing the subtle blush coloring his cheeks. Despite his reluctance to share, you offer a supportive nod, respecting his privacy. After all, some stories are meant to be savored in silence.
“I’ll head back to Jimin,” you announce with a grin, earning a playful eye roll from Yoongi, accompanied by his laughter.
You bring Mikrokosmos to a stop, patiently waiting for Jimin to catch up. As he approaches, his hand instinctively seeks yours, and he leans in, stealing a swift yet tender kiss.
“Yoongi told me his date with Hoseok went good,” you share with a wide grin, still basking in the lingering sweetness of Jimin’s kiss.
His voice filled with a tender mix of love and adoration, he asks, “Hm. That’s good. Do you want to go on a date with me next week?” Your heart swells as you can’t help but smile, nodding your head eagerly.
“Yes, of course.”
“What’s all this about a date?” Jungkook suddenly appears beside you, causing you to chuckle at his unexpected arrival.
“How about a double date at our place?” Jungkook suggests, his smirk stretching wide across his face. You roll your eyes at his typical suggestion, knowing that he’s always one for a group outing. It’s not that you’re opposed to the idea of a double date; it’s just that you were hoping for some alone time with Jimin.
Jimin remains silent, his eyes fixed on you, waiting for your reaction, his gaze a mixture of anticipation and curiosity, silently urging you to respond.
“Alright, we’re in,” you agree, albeit reluctantly, to Jungkook’s proposal, offering a small smile that masks your slight disappointment at the change of plans. Nevertheless, you reassure yourself that it might turn out to be enjoyable after all.
“Cool, I’ll tell Jessi,” he remarks with a grin before trotting off toward Jessi, who’s leading the cattle atop Cinnamon, their faithful horse.
You spend the ride beside Jimin, hand in hand, lost in each other’s company until the midday sun prompts a well-deserved break for nourishment. Time flies by, and soon you find yourselves back on Mikrokosmos, herding the cattle homeward once more, the day slipping away in the rhythm of hoofbeats and love.
As the sun dips below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you find a spot close to a lake to set up camp once more. Dinner is shared, laughter exchanged, and as night falls, you nestle into Jimin’s warm embrace, finding solace in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a soothing lullaby that guides you into a peaceful slumber.
The morning light filters through the trees, illuminating the campsite, and you’re greeted by the sight of Jimin’s tousled blonde locks, wild and carefree. Your heart dances at the sight, and a tender smile graces your lips as you admire his peaceful slumber. Unable to resist, you lean down and plant a gentle kiss on his cheek, eliciting a soft, contented murmur from him. “Wake up, Jiminie,” you whisper, your voice laced with affection, coaxing him from his dreams.
His eyelids flutter open, and he rubs them gently, allowing the golden rays of the morning sun to filter through and illuminate his irises like shards of amber. Slowly, his gaze shifts, finding you amidst the soft glow of dawn.
“Morning, my love,” he murmurs, lifting himself to meet your lips in a tender embrace, the warmth of his affection melting away the remnants of sleep.
“Morning, babe,” you reply, returning his kiss with equal fervor. Laughter from behind catches your attention, and you glance over to see the girls teasingly sticking out their tongues, playfully mocking your affectionate display. Ignoring their antics, you smirk and pull Jimin in for another kiss, this time with an added hunger, relishing in the closeness you share.
As you part for a breath of air, your sister strolls past, offering a cheerful good morning and casually grabbing some food from one of the saddlebags.
You stretch your arms, letting out a deep yawn. “I really need a shower,” you groan, feeling the stickiness of sweat and dust clinging to your skin after spending over a day in the same clothes. You have a spare set packed away, but it feels inadequate against the persistent grime that seems to have settled into your pores.
“I can fix you a shower,” Jungkook suddenly offers, and you turn your head to look at him in disbelief, surprised by his unexpected suggestion.
“I can make a makeshift shower over that tree. The lake is just over there, so it’s easy to grab water from there,” Jungkook explains casually, his suggestion igniting a spark of excitement in your eyes. You notice the girls also showing interest in the idea, their curiosity piqued by Jungkook’s proposal.
“Count me in too,” Ara chimes in eagerly, stretching her arms over her body as if to emphasize her desire for a refreshing shower.
“Awesome, leave it to me,” Jungkook declares, rising from his sleeping mat with purpose. He swiftly dresses himself and strides over to the nearby tree, where he begins fashioning a makeshift shower using nothing but rope and a tarp, his movements confident and efficient.
After nearly half an hour of focused effort, Jungkook completes the makeshift shower. Its walls are ingeniously constructed from tarp, creating a semblance of privacy amidst the wilderness. The crowning achievement is a homemade bottle with a spraying function rigged overhead—an unexpected touch of luxury in the great outdoors. You can practically feel the anticipation bubbling within you, yearning to shed the grime from your skin beneath the revitalizing cascade of water.
“Done,” Jungkook declares triumphantly, the sound of his hands coming together echoing through the tranquil air as he strides back to join the rest of the group.
“I’ve got first dibs!” You exclaim eagerly, springing to your feet and darting towards the makeshift shower. With a swift motion, you shed your clothes, tossing them aside without a second thought. As you glance around, a moment of uncertainty washes over you, pondering the logistics of obtaining water for your much-needed shower.
“Need water?” Jimin’s voice cuts through the air, his hands deftly carrying a brimming bucket that he expertly empties into the makeshift shower's overhead spray. The frigid cascade catches you by surprise, eliciting a startled shriek as the chilly droplets dance across your skin. Yet, amidst the shock, there’s an immediate sensation of refreshment as the cleansing streams wash away the grime, leaving you feeling revitalized and invigorated.
Jimin’s laughter fills the air, warm and inviting.
“Mind if I join?” He teases, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as he edges closer to the makeshift shower.
With a coy smile, you welcome Jimin into the makeshift shower, relishing the warmth of his gaze on your bare skin. As you part the tarp to invite him in, his eyes flicker with desire, and he sheds his boxers without hesitation.
As the water envelops both of you, your arms wrap around his waist, drawing him nearer. His lips meet yours in a tender kiss, igniting a passionate flame within you. Your bodies meld together seamlessly, your curves pressing against his firm form, sending waves of desire coursing through your veins.
You sense the growing hardness of his dick with each kiss, sending a surge of desire coursing through you. Your fingers itch to explore him, to feel him completely. A soft moan escapes your lips, mingling with a playful chuckle, as the intensity between you builds with each passing moment.
“We can hear you, and we can also see your legs,” Soo-ah’s playful voice interrupts, snapping you both back to reality. You share a knowing chuckle with Jimin, exchanging soft glances as her words burst your intimate bubble.
“Sorry!” You giggle, the lingering cold of the shower contrasting with the warm breeze on your skin as you step out, reaching for the towels Jimin has laid out on the grass. With a shared smile, you both quickly dry off, the urgency fueled by the anticipation of the day ahead, and eagerly slip into fresh clothes.
As the rest of the gang takes their turn in the makeshift shower, you all gather around to enjoy a quick meal before gearing up once more, ready to mount your horses and continue your journey.
You and Jimin reclaim the rear position, and you deliberately allow your horses to amble along, relishing the chance to intertwine your fingers while riding. His touch is reassuringly warm, his grip firm yet gentle, each calloused fingertip igniting a trail of desire along your skin, teasing your imagination with the countless ways he could use those hands to explore your body’s every curve and contour.
Despite the lingering soreness in your ass from the cattle muster, you eagerly swing onto Mikrokosmos’s back, feeling the rush of adrenaline as you urge her into a spirited gallop toward Bell Ranch.
As the relentless heat of summer refuses to bid farewell, the sun’s gentle embrace envelops your skin, warming you as Mikrokosmos dashes freely across the undulating hills, her hooves kicking up dust in her wake.
You guide Mikrokosmos into the yard with a sense of exhilaration, her powerful strides carrying you effortlessly forward. As you approach, your eyes fixate on Jimin, completely absorbed in his task within the barn where they store their heavy machinery. There he is, amidst the rustic charm, skillfully maneuvering the circular wood cutting machine wearing a white tank top and jeans, each motion a testament to his craftsmanship and dedication.
You rein in Mikrokosmos, bringing her to a graceful halt, and swiftly dismount, securing her reins to a nearby post. With purposeful steps, you make your way across the yard, drawn like a magnet to Jimin’s industrious figure within the barn’s dim confines.
You step into the barn, silently observing Jimin as he remains absorbed in his task, oblivious to your arrival. Beads of sweat glisten on his honey-toned skin, tracing a path down his taut muscles, each drop a testament to his exertion. His movements are fluid, almost mesmerizing, as he deftly handles the wood, cutting with precision and ease. With each motion, you find yourself drawn deeper into his world, captivated by the rhythm of his work and the raw strength he exudes. With a deft hand, he seizes a piece of wood, his movements graceful yet powerful as he guides it to the cutting blade. With a swift and practiced motion, he slices through the wood, the sound of the machine blending with the rhythm of his actions. Discarding the finished piece, he seamlessly transitions to the next, the cycle repeating in an entrancing dance of productivity and precision.
As you approach him, his focus shifts from the task at hand to your presence, his head lifting abruptly to meet your gaze. In an instant, his expression softens, a warm smile spreading across his face, like the sun breaking through clouds. With a click, he switches off the wood cutter, his attention now fully on you.
“Hi, babe,” he greets, his voice a soft melody that reaches you even before your arms encircle him. Drawing near, you feel the warmth of his embrace, pressing your cheek against his shoulder and collarbones, inhaling deeply, the musky scent of him enveloping you, stirring something deep within.
His tank top clings damply to his skin, evidence of his hard work, but you pay it no mind, only seeking to hold him closer against you, craving the comfort and intimacy of his embrace.
“Hi, love,” you whisper, pulling back slightly to meet his gaze, your heart fluttering at the sight of his deep, soulful brown eyes—fuck, you’ll never get enough of those. Each glance a magnetic pull, drawing you in deeper with every heartbeat.
He leans in, his lips tenderly meeting yours in a sweet, lingering kiss that ignites a fire within you, every touch of his breath against your skin sending shivers down your spine. As he pulls back ever so slightly, you let out a soft moan of contentment, the taste of him still lingering on your lips. With a gentle touch, he brushes a stray strand of hair away from your face, his eyes locking onto yours with a depth that speaks volumes without a single word.
“What are you doing here?” His voice carries a note of curiosity as he brushes away another stray lock of hair, eliciting a soft chuckle from you as his fingertips dance lightly across your skin, sending delightful tingles down your spine.
“I just came to see how you’re doing,” you tease, punctuating your words with a playful tongue poke, earning a smirk from him in return.
“You could have just called, you know,” he chuckles, stepping back from your embrace and reaching for another piece of wood, his grin playful yet warm, inviting you into his world of labor and laughter.
“But then I wouldn’t get to see you, dummy,” you retort, sticking your tongue out again, your playful banter punctuated by a mischievous grin. Jimin, with a smirk dancing on his lips, saunters over to you, his gaze locking onto yours, and as he nears, he moistens his lips in anticipation.
“Did you just call me ‘dummy’?” he asks, his voice laced with amusement, one eyebrow arching in playful disbelief as he stands mere inches from you, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours, creating an intimate closeness that sends another shiver down your spine.
You nod your head, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes as you tease him further, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip in a playful gesture, daring him to respond.
He groans softly, his hands finding your hips before boldly trailing down your back, his fingers gripping your ass firmly. “Sweetheart, do I need to teach you a lesson on manners?” He murmurs into your ear, his warm breath sending delightful shivers down your spine, a rush of desire flooding through you, making your panties damp with lust. Fuck.
You bite down on your lip, attempting to stifle a moan, but it escapes nonetheless, betraying the intense desire coursing through you. Jimin’s chuckle only adds fuel to the fire, and as he withdraws from your trembling figure, you’re left practically quivering with need. Damn it, you want him so badly that your entire body feels like it’s on the verge of trembling apart.
“But not now. I’m working,” he adds, and you feel a wave of disappointment wash over you, visible even in the slight slump of your shoulders. When he notices, a chuckle escapes him, softening the blow of his refusal with his infectious laughter.
“I’m building a new shed to store more wood outside. You can help if you want, or I could teach you how to do it?” He offers, a glint of excitement in his eyes, eager to share his passion with you and maybe steal a few moments of closeness amidst the work.
You’ve never built anything like that, and the thought of handling power tools sends a thrill of nervous excitement down your spine. The challenge looms large, but so does the opportunity to learn and share this experience with Jimin. It’s a leap into the unknown, but one you’re willing to take.
“You don’t have to,” he reassures you, his focus shifting back to the piece of wood he’s positioned in front of the cutter. You observe intently as he maneuvers the machine with practiced precision, the rhythmic hum of the cutter filling the air, the noise is loud, but not deafening. With each measured movement, he effortlessly shapes the wood, a testament to his skill and familiarity with the task at hand. As the newly cut piece falls to the ground, he seamlessly transitions to the next, measuring and drawing a cutting line, and methodically repeating the process. Despite the noise, it's a symphony of craftsmanship, captivating you in its symmetrical dance of creation.
As you watch him work, a sense of admiration washes over you. His movements, though skilled, seem approachable, almost inviting. You find yourself considering the possibility of trying your hand at it too. After all, he did offer to show you the ropes, and the task appears deceptively simple. Perhaps it's time to step out of your comfort zone and give it a shot.
“I wanna try,” you announce as he reaches for another piece of wood. His smile widens, and with a playful glint in his eye, he retrieves something from his back pocket.
“Here, put these on,” he says, offering you a pair of light blue working gloves. You slip them on, feeling a sense of readiness as you prepare to tackle the task ahead, your hands now shielded from the rough wood.
With a gentle yet firm grip on your hips, he guides you to stand in front of him and positions you facing the wood cutting machine, strategically placed atop a trailer.
With his warm, perspiring body pressed against your back, your heart races at the proximity, urging you to concentrate. Keep your mind on the task at hand, you remind yourself, feeling the electric charge between you intensify with every passing moment. Fucking focus!
“See, I’ve already drawn the cutting line,” he explains, guiding your hands to rest firmly on either side of the wooden plank. His touch is reassuring, his voice steady as he ensures each step is understood. “Place your hands here and here,” he continues, his fingers gently aligning yours with precision, emphasizing the importance of proper positioning for a precise and level cut.
His warm breath tickles your neck, sending shivers down your spine, igniting a fiery desire within you. His closeness is intoxicating, drawing you further into the moment as he instructs you on the next steps. “Then,” he murmurs softly, his voice sending ripples of anticipation through you, “lift your right hand from the wood, place it on the machine, and push in those two buttons.”
You shoot him a quizzical glance, uncertain if you’re meant to activate the machine at this moment. His gaze meets yours, reassuring and confident, urging you to trust in the process.
“Go ahead,” he encourages, his voice a gentle nudge to embolden your actions. You tentatively raise your hand, fingers hovering over the buttons as you absorb his instructions. With a steady resolve, you press both buttons simultaneously, unleashing the machine’s mechanical symphony. The blade whirls into action with a powerful hum, its motion mirroring the adrenaline coursing through your veins. In that moment, you’re not just operating a machine; you're wielding a newfound sense of capability and strength. As you release the buttons, the machine obediently falls silent, echoing the ebb of your exhilaration.
“Wow, that was fun,” you exclaim, your voice infused with a newfound zest. The rush of operating the machine courses through your veins, leaving you feeling invigorated and empowered.
“Try cutting the wood then,” he whispers in your ear, his hands still gently resting on your hips. With a determined nod, you place your hand back on the machine’s handlebar, feeling a surge of confidence. You press the buttons to activate the machine, and then, with a steady hand, you guide the blade down into the piece of wood, slicing through it effortlessly.
Amidst the noisy whirl of the blade slicing through the wood, you maintain focus, feeling a thrill as the machine swiftly does its work. With unpracticed precision, you raise the blade back up, releasing the buttons as the machine powers down, leaving behind a cleanly cut piece of wood.
“I did it!” You exclaim triumphantly, spinning around, your heart dancing with the joy of your small victory. Jimin doesn’t hesitate; he pulls you close, his kiss both fervent and hungry, brimming with unbridled passion. His tongue intertwines with yours, igniting a fiery dance that sweeps you away, your body yielding to his tender embrace.
He then draws back, fixing you with an intense gaze that sends a surge of electricity through your veins. “Fuck. My girlfriend is hot,” he breathes out, his words laced with raw desire.
You chuckle softly, feeling the warmth of his lips pressing urgently against yours, his hands guiding you back against the trailer. With a gentle thud, the piece of wood falls to the ground behind you, forgotten in the heat of the moment.
“You’re distracting me,” he chuckles, his lips still grazing yours as he tries to steal more kisses, his desire evident in the urgency of his touch.
You chuckle, feeling lightheaded and dizzy with love, “My bad,” you reply, unable to suppress the grin spreading across your face.
You pull away from him, a spark of determination lighting up your eyes, “Mind if I give it another shot?”
He chuckles softly, stepping aside to let you take the lead. You position yourself in front of the machine, eager to try again. As you secure a new piece of wood, you reach for the ruler, a glint of determination in your eyes. “Any specific length for this one?”
“250 centimeters,” he replies, his hands finding their place on your hips once more, offering both guidance and support. With a pencil in hand, you prepare to mark the wood, a shared moment of collaboration and trust unfolding between you.
With meticulous care, you measure and mark the wood, ensuring precision with each stroke of the pencil. Placing the piece under the blade, aligning it precisely with the drawn line, you're poised for a flawless cut, a testament to your growing confidence and skill.
With a firm grip, you engage the machine, its hum filling the air as the blade descends upon the wood with controlled force. A surge of exhilaration courses through you, an electric thrill as you master the machinery. Discarding the severed wood, your gaze finds Jimin, his eyes reflecting admiration and pride in your newfound prowess.
His lips find yours again, igniting a fiery hunger that blazes between you. In the heat of the moment, your senses heighten, and you feel the undeniable urgency in his kiss. As you deepen the embrace, your attention is drawn to the subtle bulge pressing against his pants.
He breaks the kiss, his eyes flickering open with a mix of frustration and desire. A frustrated hiss escapes his lips as he runs a hand through his tousled hair, a telltale sign of his inner turmoil. “I can’t focus on work when you look this fucking sexy while handling power tools,” he admits, his voice laden with longing and a hint of exasperation.
You burst out laughing, unable to contain the warmth that floods your cheeks at his compliment. “Me? Sexy?” you tease, though his words ignite a flutter of excitement within you. Without hesitation, you pounce on him, straddling his waist, and eagerly capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, the intensity of your desire palpable in the air.
He embraces you fiercely, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that mirrors your own. Every touch, every kiss, ignites a fire within you, a burning desire that consumes your thoughts. You ache for him with an intensity that borders on desperation, fuck, you just want him so fucking bad.
“You know this is dangerous, right?” His words cut through the haze of desire, injecting a note of caution into the charged atmosphere. Confusion clouds your features as you meet his gaze, searching for understanding in the depths of his eyes.
“For me. Watching you work. It’s better if I work and you watch me. You can hand me wood,” his words carry a hint of playful warning, a reminder of the tantalizing allure between you, tempered by the practicality of safety. His touch, firm yet tender, ignites a playful spark as he teases, his fingers tracing the curve of your ass and giving it a soft squeeze, eliciting a laugh from deep within you.
You mull over his words, acknowledging the undeniable heat between you, the pulsing reminder of his erection against your pussy. It's a tantalizing distraction, one that could compromise the task at hand. Yet, a mischievous thought flits through your mind—perhaps a break wouldn’t hurt, a stolen moment to quench the fiery desire that simmers between you.
“Sounds like a good idea. But don’t you think you deserve a break?” You tease, puckering your lips and fluttering your lashes, a playful pout softening your features. His laughter ripples through the air, but beneath it, you sense his internal tug-of-war, caught between yielding to temptation and persevering with the task at hand.
“Babe, I really want to take a break, but I really need to get this done,” he confesses, his eyes holding a hint of regret, yet his smile remains as radiant as ever. Unable to resist, you lean in, your lips seeking solace in the warmth of his, a silent reassurance of your unwavering support amidst his obligations.
Somewhat disappointed, yet empathetic, you release a soft sigh. “I understand. I can always ravish you later. Let me lend a hand with the wood. Perhaps we’ll finish faster that way, right?” You offer with a playful grin, eager to ease his burden while secretly anticipating the reward awaiting you both.
“Yeah, thank you,” he murmurs appreciatively as you hop down from his waist, returning to your position behind Jimin to assist with the wood. A twinge of sadness pricks at your heart, knowing he’s pushing through his arousal, but you respect his decision nonetheless.
You two make a seamless team, with you swiftly grabbing pieces of wood for him, Jimin expertly measuring and cutting, and then passing the cut wood to you. This rhythmic dance continues until every plank is neatly sliced, a testament to your combined effort and harmony.
Exhaling with a mix of exhaustion and amusement, you reach for Jimin’s water bottle resting on a nearby bench, taking grateful swigs of the refreshing liquid. “Phew, this is hard work,” you chuckle, wiping the sweat from your brow as you catch your breath.
Jimin’s laughter resonates beside you, his eyes dancing with lust and amusement as he observes a few stray water droplets trickling down your throat, bypassing your eager lips.
“Now I get why you’re so muscular,” you remark with a playful chuckle, reaching out to give his taut biceps a playful squeeze.
His laughter fills the air, infectious and heartwarming, much like the man himself.
As the dust kicks up behind you, you’re grateful for Jimin’s company on this journey to the auction to buy new cattle. Though the cattle aren’t his, he’s by your side, sharing in the excitement and anticipation. You navigate the rented cattle truck together with Jimin at the wheel, the road stretching out before you.
“Do you know what kind of cattle you want to buy?” Jimin’s question cuts through the rumble of the truck’s engine, his eyes fixed ahead on the dusty road, but his attention fully on you.
“I’ve got this note from Jessi,” you confess with a chuckle, glancing at the scribbled instructions in your hand. “Honestly, I’m clueless about cattle, so I’m just sticking to this note.” As the trees blur past, a plume of smoke billows from the hood of the truck, and you shoot Jimin a concerned look. “Uh-oh. That can’t be good.”
The truck hiccups and sputters, its engine protesting with a throaty growl, while tendrils of smoke dance across the windshield, blurring your vision like ominous shadows creeping in.
Jimin’s frustration echoes in his groan as he runs a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling in the strands like threads of worry. “The engine’s overheating,” he mutters, his voice tight with annoyance, as if he’s grappling with the machine's stubborn defiance.
You pivot towards Jimin, urgency creasing your brow. “Can you fix it? We can’t afford to miss the auction,” you implore, the weight of the situation pressing down on your words like an anvil.
“I’ll check the radiator fluid once the engine cools down,” Jimin replies, his tone laced with frustration as he guides the truck to the roadside and switches off the engine.
“Shouldn’t we pop the hood or something? Let some steam out?” You suggest, recalling scenes from movies where characters dealt with overheating engines. You wonder why he’s just sitting there, doing nothing.
He shakes his head firmly. “No, that’s a bad idea. The steam can scald you; it’s scorching hot. We’ll wait for the engine to cool down, then we can safely pop the hood and take a look,” he explains, his tone laced with concern for your safety.
“How long should we wait then?” You ask, turning your head to face him fully, a tinge of frustration creeping into your voice. The urgency of reaching the auction on time weighs heavily on your mind, each passing second feeling like a missed opportunity.
“Hmm. About 15 to 30 minutes,” he responds, reclining in the seat, resigned to the unavoidable wait as there’s nothing else to do but watch the clock tick away, each passing minute feeling like an eternity.
You unbuckle your seatbelt and lean in closer to him. “I know what we can do while we wait,” you whisper seductively, your voice dripping with desire as you elongate your words, your eyes locking onto his with a mischievous glint, teasing him with a suggestive raise of your eyebrows.
He chuckles, his gaze already smoldering with desire as he licks his lips hungrily. Following suit, he unbuckles his seatbelt, his anticipation evident in the way his chest rises with each breath. Without hesitation, you climb over the center console, straddling his welcoming thighs. Settling onto one, you press your hands firmly onto his shoulders, locking eyes with him. With a subtle bite to your bottom lip, you release a soft moan, the heat between you palpable as you slowly roll your ass against his thigh.
He emits a low, primal grunt, his gaze a potent mix of adoration, love, and raw desire, his eyes already dilated to their fullest extent.
You press yourself against his thigh with increasing fervor, every movement accompanied by soft, needy sounds escaping your lips, lost in the sensation of seeking out friction and pleasure.
The sensation is exquisite, the fabric teasing your sensitive clit, igniting a primal need for more. Though you crave deeper intimacy, this slow burn is amazing, setting the stage for what’s to come. Your breaths grow ragged, consumed by desire as you lean in for a kiss. It’s a collision of passion, each touch lingering and heavy with longing. As you part for air, a glistening thread of saliva bridges the gap between you.
His gaze is a symphony of longing and adoration, a testament to his insatiable desire for you, mirrored in your own yearning for him. Each glance is a silent declaration of love— you can never get enough of each other.
You plunge into another fervent kiss, your lips melding with his as you continue to undulate your hips against his firm, commanding thigh. The sensation of his muscles flexing beneath you intensifies the already exquisite friction, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through your body. Fuck, this is heaven.
As you throw your head back in ecstasy, your breasts tantalizingly close to his face, a fervent cry escapes your lips, “Fuck, Jimin!”
His hands, once anchored on your hips, now explore the curves of your breasts, their warmth seeping through the fabric of your shirt. “Babe, you’re so hot,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.
You moan unabashedly, surrendering to the urgent rhythm, each movement of your hips igniting a wildfire of sensation coursing through your body. With every grind against his thigh, you feel the tension coiling tighter within your core, a symphony of pleasure burning with each passionate roll.
You press your pussy down harder against his thigh, seeking deeper friction, every movement a testament to the raw desire pulsating between you. “Shit, Jimin,” you gasp, your voice trembling with need, “I love you.”
He chuckles softly, his eyes alight with a mix of amusement and adoration as he observes the desperation etched across your face, your lips bitten in fervent desire. With each moan escaping your lips, you seek solace on his thigh, yearning for release. He leans closer, his breath warm against your skin, and gently nips at the sensitive skin of your neck before soothing it with tender licks. Moving to your ear, he whispers in a voice husky with longing, “I love you too.”
As you grind against his thigh, he skillfully teases and caresses your breast, his touch igniting a fiery need within you. Each kiss is passionate, fervent, mirroring the intensity of your desire. Yet, despite the fervor, it’s not enough. You crave more, yearning for every sensation, every moment shared with him, consumed by an insatiable hunger for his touch.
With a flicker of determination, your fingers deftly navigate the clasp of your bra, releasing it with a satisfying click. Jimin’s eyes darken with desire as the fabric falls away, revealing the curves of your bare breasts. Eagerly, he pulls your bra down, his touch igniting sparks of electricity across your skin, before lifting your shirt to expose your naked form.
You tease him, pressing your breasts against his face, feeling the warmth of his breath as he exhales against your skin. With a bold move, he flicks his tongue out, tracing a delicate path along one of your erect nipples. The sensation sends a rush of heat coursing through your body, pooling at the bottom of your panties.
His lips envelop your nipple, creating a tantalizing sensation that ignites every nerve ending in your body. Meanwhile, his deft fingers caress and roll your other nipple, sending electric currents of pleasure coursing through you. The world around you blurs as desire consumes your senses, leaving you feeling feverish and desperate for more. Lost in the intoxicating haze of the moment, you grind your hips against his thigh, seeking greater friction and release. With a breathless moan, you call out his name, your voice laden with longing and desire.
“Jimin-ah!”
You feel so fucking wet and you can’t help but wonder if you’ve soaked through the denim of your pants. But in the heat of the moment, such concerns fade into insignificance, drowned out by the primal urge driving you to grind against him with increasing fervor.
Jimin’s groan vibrates against your chest, igniting a firestorm of desire within you. With a primal cry, you throw your head back, surrendering to the overwhelming tide of lust threatening to consume you, its intensity nearly palpable in the charged air between you.
Your breaths come in erratic bursts, your voice strained with the intensity of your arousal. “I’m so close,” you gasp, the words escaping between ragged breaths like a desperate plea for release.
His lips part from your breast with a soft, wet sound, only to enclose around the other nipple, his warmth enveloping you in a delicious sensation. A high-pitched moan escapes your lips, the sound echoing in the confined space.
With every roll of your hips, the coil tightens, drawing you closer to the edge until it finally snaps, sending a surge of pleasure coursing through your body.
As you press your core against his thigh, the warmth spreading, you feel the liquid of your orgasm staining your panties. Panting and frustrated, you huff, the intensity of the moment leaving you breathless and wanting more.
Jimin releases your breast, urgency in his movements as he dives in for a kiss, his hands eagerly pulling your body closer to his, seeking deeper connection and intimacy.
“You’re breathtaking, my love. Watching you lose yourself like that—it’s pure magic,” he whispers, his gaze locked with yours as you catch your breath, cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, a radiant glow emanating from your flushed skin.
With a playful grin, you trail your lips along his neck, leaving a mark of your passion on his warm skin. His laughter mixes with a soft hiss of pleasure, and when you draw back, a crimson imprint adorns his neck.
You lock eyes with him, your voice dropping to a seductive whisper, “Jimin, I want to suck your dick.”
He rakes a hand through his tousled hair, a mix of frustration and desire evident in his gaze. You, with your tempting proposition, ignite a fire within him that he struggles to contain. With a bitten lip, he observes as you gracefully lower yourself into the cabin of the truck, the anticipation palpable in the air. It’s so spacious, so you have no trouble fitting down there.
You watch with a hungered gaze as he spreads his thighs invitingly, a silent invitation you’re more than eager to accept.
Your fingertips trace the contours of his thighs, feeling the tension beneath his skin, eliciting soft moans from his lips. Your eyes flicker downward, drawn irresistibly to the prominent bulge straining against his pants.
You tease him through the fabric, reveling in the way his body responds to your touch. With a sly grin playing on your lips, you deftly unbuckle his belt, eagerly anticipating the sight that lies beneath. As you unzip his pants, his form is revealed clad in sleek black boxers, igniting a primal desire within you. The hunger to taste him, to feel him against your tongue, intensifies with each passing moment, fueling your anticipation to devour him once more.
With a heated gaze, he eagerly lifts his hips, granting you easier access to unveil his eager cock. You swiftly guide both his pants and boxers down his strong thighs, all the way down to the floor of the truck.
You trace the contours of his scars with tender fingers, your voice barely above a whisper as you admire each mark etched into his skin. “Still so beautiful,” you murmur, your breath mingling with the heated air between you.
His dick springs to life, the head flushed red, proudly standing tall with veins tracing a map of desire on his creamy skin. You lick your lips in anticipation, locking eyes with him as you inch closer to his cock, your gaze ablaze with unmistakable lust.
You tease him with the tip of your tongue, while your hand wraps around the base of his dick. As your tongue makes contact with the sensitive head of his cock, a deep, guttural moan escapes his lips, his hands tangling in your hair, gripping you with urgency and desire.
With a lustful and mischievous glint in your eyes, you envelop him with your mouth, tracing circles around the sensitive head of his dick with your tongue. The taste of his precum teases your senses, urging you to take him deeper. Giving head isn’t usually your favorite, but there’s something undeniably alluring about Jimin’s cock—it’s not just his physical beauty, but the way he responds to your touch, igniting a fire within you that compels you to pleasure him with every ounce of your being.
You dive into your task with fervor, enveloping him with your warmth and intensity, all while maintaining an unwavering gaze that locks you in a fiery lust. His eyes, deep pools of desire, reflect back at you, almost black with longing, his breaths growing deep and quick as his fingers instinctively grasp at your hair, gently pulling you closer, urging you on in encouragement.
“Fuck. You’re so good, babe,” he hisses through gritted teeth as you create a delicious vacuum with your mouth, humming softly around him, each vibration sending electric waves down his spine, igniting a fire of pleasure that consumes him.
The sweet ache of his praise fuels you, igniting a fierce determination to please him even more, to push the boundaries of ecstasy and leave him breathless with desire.
With deft fingers, you caress his balls, feeling the twitch of his dick in your mouth, and god you love it. You love watching him like this.
With a satisfying pop, you release his dick, leaving Jimin breathless and utterly entranced as his gaze locks with yours, ablaze with an intensity that ignites your own desire. Your tongue darts out to moisten your lips, a tantalizing prelude to what's next as you eagerly plunge back down on his cock, lost in the electric rhythm of your desire.
With an insatiable hunger, you engulf him, channeling every ounce of your desire into each fervent suction, tracing delicate patterns with your tongue along his sensitive head, and on the slit, eliciting a symphony of shivers cascading down his body.
Despite the strain building in your jaw and the fatigue creeping into your muscles, your determination to please him fuels your every movement.
You sense the telltale signs of his impending release, the subtle twitching of his muscles, the urgent grip on your hair. “I don’t want to come yet,” he pleads, his voice tinged with desperation.
Responding to his plea, you halt your ministrations abruptly, withdrawing from him entirely, your tongue sweeping across your lips in anticipation of what’s to come.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” he pleads, his eyes ablaze with an intensity that mirrors your own desire. The raw hunger in his gaze ignites a primal longing within you, an ache that only he can satisfy. Fuck, that’s what you want too.
With a sense of urgency, you maneuver within the confines of the cattle truck, swiftly shedding your pants and panties, casting them aside in a rush of desire.
“Fuck, Jimin, I want you to fuck me too,” you declare, your hands tenderly cradling his flushed cheeks as you settle back onto his lap, your pussy tantalizingly close to his cock.
You employ one hand to deftly guide his dick to your sobbing wet entrance, the anticipation sending shivers down your spine. With a deep breath, you lower yourself onto him, relishing the exquisite sensation of being filled as he too releases a throaty groan of ecstasy, captivated by the sight of you taking him in.
“Fuck,” you pant, your gaze fixated on the point where your bodies meld together, before shifting to meet Jimin’s gaze—his expression, a symphony of desire and ecstasy, ignites a primal hunger within you. Without hesitation, you plunge into a fervent kiss, pouring every ounce of longing and passion into the connection. As your lips mesh, you begin to undulate your hips, riding him with a rhythm born of pure sin, reveling in the exquisite sensation of his cock stretching you to the brink.
“You’re perfect, so good,” he pants, his words a raspy chorus of admiration and pleasure, his eyes tracing the elegant movements of your body with awe. “You’re taking me so well,” he adds, his voice strained with the overwhelming sensation of being consumed by your warm walls.
His praise reverberates through your core like a symphony, igniting every nerve ending and sending shivers of ecstasy down your spine. With each word, your inner walls contract around him, essentially hugging his dick tighter.
Your fingers trace the lines of his chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt, as if mapping the landscape of his body. Gripping his pecs, you find stability in his strength, grounding yourself in the heat of the moment.
Your breath quickens as you trail kisses along his neck, each bite leaving its mark. His moans fuel your desire, igniting a primal need within you. As he thrusts up into you, your bodies synchronize in a dance of pleasure, even though you’re beginning to feel tired.
Your voice trails off, a whisper against his skin as fatigue begins to weigh on your limbs. You lean into his warmth, seeking solace in his embrace. “Jimin,” you murmur again, your breath mingling with his, a plea for rest and intimacy intertwined.
As his fingers trace gentle patterns on your hips, you feel his warm breath against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
“What do you need, baby?” he murmurs, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet intimacy of the moment, his words a promise of comfort and understanding.
You lock eyes with him, your gaze filled with raw desire and an unmistakable urgency. “I want you to fuck me,” you confess, your voice laced with a mixture of longing and anticipation, your words a plea for him to consume you completely with his passion and desire.
A devilish smirk graces his lips as his hand trails up your spine, sending shivers of anticipation down your body.
“I am, baby,” he murmurs huskily, his voice dripping with promise, igniting a fire of desire that consumes you entirely.
You melt into his embrace, the heat of the moment fueling your desire. “Fuck me harder,” you breathe against his lips, your voice a sultry whisper laced with determination. “I won’t break.”
His chuckle sends a delicious shiver down your spine, the vibration echoing in every fiber of your being, igniting a wildfire of desire within you.
“Shit, okay,” he breathes, his voice a husky whisper that stirs the air around you. With a firm grip on your hips, he guides you down onto him, then surges up, driving into you with an intensity that steals your breath away. A deep, primal moan tears from your lips as he plunges deep inside, igniting a frenzy of sensation that leaves you gasping for more.
He continues, each powerful thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through you, your head nestled against his shoulder as you surrender to the intoxicating rhythm of his movements.
He breathes heavily against your ear, his voice a husky whisper as he drives into you with unrelenting force, each thrust igniting a new wave of ecstasy.
“Like this?” He asks, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
“Fuck, yes!” You plead, your voice a needy whisper against his skin, your nails digging into his back as you arch into his every thrust.
With a low chuckle that resonates through your intertwined bodies, he drives into you with unrestrained fervor, each powerful thrust a testament to his primal desire, relishing the intoxicating blend of your scent and the tight embrace of your walls.
You’re lost in the moment, engulfed by the overwhelming pleasure he brings, his presence inside you sending ripples of ecstasy through every fiber of your being. The sensation of his cock sliding against your walls is pure bliss, akin to the smooth caress of silk.
As he continues to delve deep into you, each thrust ignites a wildfire of sensations, intensifying the pleasure building within. With each rhythmic motion, your body responds eagerly, the telltale signs of an impending climax looming ever closer.
With a longing gaze, you tilt your head, locking eyes with him in a silent exchange of desire. Without hesitation, you immerse yourself in another passionate kiss. The taste of him floods your senses, a tantalizing blend of minty freshness and the delicate essence of roses, leaving you intoxicated with longing.
“Jimin,” you gasp, unable to contain the impending wave of pleasure, “I’m gonna come.” His every thrust plunges you into a depth of sensation that sends shivers coursing through your entire being, curling your toes in exquisite anticipation.
“Come on my dick, baby,” Jimin’s voice rumbles with urgency, sending a surge of desire through your veins. With a primal hunger, he lifts your shirt, exposing your breasts again, and his mouth envelops your nipple, igniting a fiery response deep within you.
As you clench around him, a symphony of sensations reverberates through your core, eliciting a guttural groan from deep within his chest.
With a few more primal thrusts into your eager pussy, you finally surrender to the electric ecstasy, releasing around him in a deluge of passion. Your liquid coats his dick, creating a slick and intoxicating friction that amplifies the intensity of the feeling of him inside you. The rhythmic collision of skin on skin fills the confined space of the truck, echoing like a symphony of desire. As the air thickens with raw anticipation, you find yourself gasping for breath.
As your body succumbs to the aftershocks of your orgasm, he continues his primal rhythm, holding you firmly by your hips, anchoring you to his powerful embrace even as you collapse against his unyielding frame.
“So fucking pretty,” his husky voice whispers in your ear, igniting a cascade of tingles down your spine, as you involuntarily clench around him once more, teetering on the edge of overstimulation from his intoxicating praise and relentless ministrations.
He releases your breasts, his lips finding solace on your neck, sinking into your flesh with a gentle bite, followed by the tender caress of his tongue. A guttural moan of his name escapes your lips, a symphony of pleasure and desire echoing in the confined space.
“I want you to fill me up, Jimin,” you whisper into his neck, your voice a delicate plea amid the haze of passion and exhaustion.
He responds with a low, guttural hum beneath you, driving into you with an intensity that surpasses anything before, each thrust echoing with a primal need, punctuated by his passionate moans.
You sense his breath quickening, a crescendo of desire matching the urgency of his thrusts. Feeling his movements intensify, you summon your last reserves of energy, rising to meet him with a determination born of desire. As you lock lips once more, then trail kisses down his neck, sinking your teeth in gently, he responds with a sharp hiss, a symphony of passion between you.
“Fuck!” His voice breaks with ecstasy as he calls out your name, surrendering to the waves of pleasure crashing over him. With each pulse of his release, he fills you with his warm seed, your teeth sinking into his neck as you share in his ecstasy. The sensation of him spilling into you sends shivers of satisfaction through your body, fulfilling a craving you’d longed for.
You both pant heavily, the truck filled with the sound of your ragged breaths as you continue to move yourself on him, savoring every lingering tremor of his climax. His spent dick still twitches inside you, a testament to the intensity of his release, fueling your desire to prolong the shared ecstasy.
“Jimin—,” you gasp out his name, feeling the weight of his presence beneath you as you settle onto him, completely immobile, savoring the intimate connection. He responds with a low moan, his lips finding your cheek in a tender kiss, his hand tracing soothing circles down your spine, reassuring and comforting.
Gradually, you feel him soften inside you, a gentle ebb of warmth as his essence melds with yours, mingling intimately. Sensations ripple through you as your own liquid trickles down, probably trailing down to his balls and the seat.
He catches his breath, his gaze lingering on your satisfied expression before diving in to claim your lips. The kiss is fervent, filled with a hunger born from the depths of desire.
You draw back, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you behold the canvas of his neck, now adorned with the marks of your affection.
His chuckle mingles with the remnants of heavy breaths, a playful glint in his eyes as he meets your gaze, “What’s so amusing?”
“You’re a canvas of desire,” you murmur, tracing the love marks with your fingertips, a hint of mischief dancing in your eyes, “And I couldn’t resist leaving my mark.”
But you feel sorry, “I hope you don’t mind.”
“Yours isn't any different, and I adore every mark you’ve left on me,” he reassures, his words wrapped in warmth as he leans in for another passionate kiss, sealing your love with unspoken desire.
You feel how he’s gone completely soft inside you and you recognize the need to return to reality — to the road ahead or the ailing truck waiting for attention. With a mixture of reluctance and responsibility, you extricate yourself from his embrace, retrieving your garments and draping them over your sated form before making your way back to your seat.
As Jimin hastily pulls up his boxers and pants, the urgency of the moment seems to dissipate, replaced by a shared gaze out the window. The swirling plumes of smoke that had once billowed ominously from the truck’s hood have now vanished, leaving behind a sense of relief.
“I’ll take a look at the engine,” he declares, leaping down from the truck with a determined air, muscles flexing as he pops open the hood. With practiced hands, he swiftly identifies the issue before returning to the cabin, his movements purposeful as he rummages for supplies. “It’s low on radiator fluid,” he announces upon finding the elusive bottle tucked behind the seats. Stepping back outside, he replenishes the tank with focused precision before securing the hood once more. Finally, he re-enters the truck, his expression a mix of satisfaction and determination.
“This should be enough to get us to the auction, then we’ll take it to a mechanic when we get home,” he reassures you with a warm smile, his eyes reflecting a mix of determination and affection as he turns the key in the ignition, the engine purring to life under his expert touch.
“Cool,” you say, a smile playing on your lips as your hand finds purchase on his sturdy thigh, the warmth of his skin beneath your touch reassuring as he navigates the road ahead.
Jimin and Jungkook have been toiling away in their kitchen, conjuring up a tantalizing feast for you and your sister. As the aroma of their culinary efforts wafts through the air, you can’t help but feel a surge of anticipation. So far, this double date is shaping up to be quite the culinary adventure, you chuckle to yourself, eager to see what delights await.
You find yourself perched comfortably in a chair, positioned strategically in the heart of the bustling kitchen. From this vantage point, you observe with growing admiration as the brothers, Jimin and Jungkook, seamlessly collaborate, their movements synchronized like a well-rehearsed dance. Across from you sits Jessi, a fellow spectator to this culinary spectacle. Both Jimin and Jungkook insist that you take a seat and unwind, assuring you that they have everything under control as they labor over the stove, intent on crafting a memorable dinner for all.
Silence reigns in the kitchen, broken only by the rhythmic sounds of knives slicing through crisp vegetables, the gentle hiss of steam rising from pots on the stove, the tantalizing aroma of spices mingling in the air. With each passing moment, the symphony of culinary creation crescendos, from the sizzle of something tantalizing on the grill to the comforting hum of the oven at work. The scent wafting through the kitchen is nothing short of intoxicating, teasing your senses and igniting a fierce hunger within you. Anticipation mounts as you eagerly await the unveiling of the culinary masterpiece being crafted before your eyes, your stomach growling in eager agreement.
“Almost done, you can set up the table,” Jimin’s voice cuts through the bustling kitchen, the heat from the stove causing beads of sweat to glisten on his brow like tiny jewels. With determination etched on his face, he expertly tends to the simmering pots, his culinary prowess on full display. Acknowledging his command, you exchange a nod, your eyes alight with excitement as you and your sister swiftly move to prepare the table, gathering plates, glasses, and utensils with purposeful efficiency. Each clink of silverware against porcelain resonates with anticipation, a prelude to the feast that awaits.
As Jimin and Jungkook enter the room bearing platters of steaming, aromatic dishes, your anticipation peaks, heightened by the mouthwatering scents wafting from the kitchen. With the table meticulously set, every place arranged with care, you eagerly settle into your seat, the air buzzing with the promise of culinary delights.
You find yourself seated next to your sister, a comforting presence by your side as you engage in this delightful double date. Across the table, Jimin’s warm gaze meets yours, his eyes sparkling with shared excitement for the evening ahead. Jungkook’s presence beside your sister adds to the lively atmosphere, his easy going demeanor balancing the dynamic of the group.
You dine in a symphony of flavors, the tantalizing aromas wafting from the dishes crafted by the skilled hands of Jimin and Jungkook. Conversation takes a backseat to the feast laid before you, each bite a delicious revelation that dances on your taste buds. With every savory morsel, you find yourself drawn deeper into the culinary masterpiece, savoring each moment of culinary bliss crafted by the talented duo.
As the final bite of the delectable meal settles in your stomach, a satisfying fullness envelops you, as if the flavors will linger within you for days to come. With meticulous care, Jungkook and Jimin sweep away the remnants of the feast, gracefully tidying the table and expertly storing the remaining culinary treasures in containers, preserving the essence of the unforgettable meal they’ve crafted.
With a refreshing clink of glass, Jimin hands you a cold beer, his eyes sparkling with warmth as you exchange smiles. As you settle back into your seats at the table, the chilled beverages offer a welcome respite, inviting a relaxed atmosphere to linger a little longer in the company of good food and even better company.
“So how is it going with you and Jimin?” Jungkook’s question hangs in the air, laden with curiosity and a hint of playful mischief. You catch Jimin's gaze briefly before responding, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
A soft chuckle escapes your lips, the sound blending seamlessly with the warmth of the moment. Jimin’s hands reach out across the table, seeking yours, and as your fingers intertwine, a silent exchange of affection passes between you.
“Absolutely perfect,” you murmur, your gaze locking with his in a shared understanding that transcends words.
With a tender expression, Jimin’s lips curve into a gentle smile, radiating warmth that fills the room. In response, you tighten your grip on his hand, fingers intertwining in a silent promise of support and affection.
Turning your attention to Jungkook, you inquire with genuine curiosity, “And how about you? Is it getting serious between you two?”
Your sister’s laughter dances beside you, punctuating the air with warmth, while Jungkook’s sudden blush betrays a hidden truth, his gaze averted as though guarding a secret. It’s a departure from his usual confident demeanor. Eventually, it’s your sister who breaks the silence, her voice brimming with happiness, “It definitely is.”
It warms your heart to hear their confirmation. As you take a sip of your beer, you catch Jimin’s gaze fixed on you, a silent question lingering in his eyes. There’s a tension in the air, a question begging to be asked, yet he remains silent, his thoughts concealed behind an enigmatic expression.
“Is there something on my face, babe?” You inquire playfully, your eyes meeting your boyfriend’s as he responds with a gentle chuckle.
“Ah, no. I was just thinking, since Kookie is heading over to your sister’s place, would you like to sleep over tonight?” he asks, shooting a playful scolding glance at Jungkook, who finally seems to snap out of whatever reverie had held him before.
He laughs heartily, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Yeah. We won’t disturb you!”
A flush of warmth spreads across your cheeks as you chuckle softly. “I’d absolutely love that, Jimin.”
His smile widens, his eyes reflecting the depth of his love for you.
You savor the last sip of your beer, relishing the cold it brings as you enjoy the company of your boyfriend, Jungkook, and your sister. Laughter fills the room, weaving through conversations about everything under the sun. Surprisingly, this double date has been more than enjoyable—it’s been a blast. Yet, as the evening draws to a close and farewells are exchanged, anticipation bubbles within you. You can hardly wait to slip into Jimin’s embrace, where the night holds promises of passionate lovemaking until dawn.
Honestly, he really wanted to go to the city, because his girl deserves the best. Yet, here he is, strolling through the quaint streets of the local town, drawn to a shop unknown to him until now. He has never visited this shop before, but now that he has you, everything feels different, better— well, you’ve changed him, made him remember who he is, and now that you’re finally back where you belong, his soul feels complete. The depth of his love for you knows no bounds, a force so powerful it compels him to stand within the walls of the local jewelry store, seeking a symbol of eternity to adorn you with.
Navigating the unfamiliar terrain of the store, he feels like a lost puppy amidst a sea of glittering treasures. Just as he’s pondering his next move, the store lady, with an air of gentle curiosity, approaches him, her presence a beacon of guidance in this maze of possibilities. “Do you need any assistance?” she asks, her voice a soothing melody in the otherwise silent space.
“Yes,” he responds with a chuckle, a nervous energy dancing in his movements as he scratches his head, “I’m looking for the perfect ring for my girlfriend.”
The lady’s smile warms her entire face, her eyes sparkling with understanding. “Ah, of course,” she says gently, “I’d be delighted to assist you in finding the perfect ring for your girlfriend.”
She leads him to the grand displays adorned with a dazzling array of jewelry: rings of all styles, necklaces that shimmer like moonlit waves, earrings that sparkle like stars, and even tiaras fit for a queen.
As he gazes at the stunning array of jewelry, a wave of uncertainty washes over him. Panic begins to gnaw at his insides. Fuck, he realizes he doesn’t know your preferences, and the pressure mounts with each passing second.
“Do you know what she likes?” The lady asks, her voice gentle and understanding. He shakes his head, his brows knit with worry, feeling a pang of guilt for not knowing your preferences.
“You could always go with something classic,” she suggests, her fingers delicately gliding over the gleaming display of timeless engagement rings, each one whispering tales of everlasting love and devotion.
He doesn’t like what he sees; they seem way too classic and basic for you. The ring needs to encapsulate the depth of his undying love for you, to be as unique and extraordinary as you are to him. His gaze wanders across the display until something glimmers and grabs hold of his heartstrings.
A purple gem—amethyst, glinting in the store light, captivating him with its ethereal beauty.
That’s it.
That’s the one.
It feels almost magnetic, drawing him in, as if it's meant for you and you alone. The ring, delicate yet radiant, adorned with a single purple gem set in gold, seems to whisper your name. He’s certain you'll adore it. With unwavering determination, he points to the ring and declares, “That one.”
The lady’s smile widens as she retrieves a key from her pocket, unlocking the front of the glass display with a sense of excitement. “Do you know her ring size?” she asks, her voice brimming with anticipation.
As the store lady hands him the ring, he hears the gentle ding of the door, but he doesn't bother to turn around, his attention fully captured by the gleaming piece in his hand. Taking the ring delicately between his fingers, he turns it around, studying every detail with a mix of admiration and reverence.
It’s perfect. Just like you.
“Yeah,” he nods, retrieving a slip of paper from his pocket, on which a number is scrawled hastily. He hands it over to the store lady, a silent plea evident in his eyes.
She takes the slip of paper from him, her eyes scanning the number with a gentle smile. “We have this ring in her size out back, just a moment,” she assures him, disappearing momentarily into the depths of the store.
As he waits for the lady to retrieve the ring, he finds himself drawn deeper into the mesmerizing allure of the jewelry before him. Each facet of the ring seems to hold a story untold, its sparkle casting a spell that captivates his senses. Lost in contemplation, he feels a presence at his side, and without turning, he subtly shifts to make room, inviting the stranger to share in the enchantment of the display.
“Jimin?” Jessi’s voice cuts through the air, almost startling him as he stands there, the ring gleaming between his fingertips. Her wide-eyed astonishment mirrors his own, catching him off guard in the midst of his silent contemplation.
“What are you doing here?” The simultaneous inquiry from both him and Jessi fills the air, followed by a burst of laughter that breaks the tension.
“I’m picking up my earring that broke some weeks ago, you?” Jessi’s voice carries a curious undertone, her gaze still fixed on his face, searching for answers.
As her gaze travels downward and lands on the ring in his hand, Jessi’s eyes soften, and she tilts her head ever so slightly. “Is that for my sister?” She asks, her voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and warmth, as if she already knows the answer but wants to hear it from him.
Just as the conversation with Jessi begins to deepen, the store lady returns, cradling a wooden box in her hands. “Here it is,” she announces, breaking the momentary silence with a gentle smile.
As the store lady passes the box to him, retrieving the ring from his grasp, her gaze flits between him and Jessi, a hint of curiosity flickering in her eyes, puzzled.
Jimin gingerly opens the box, unveiling a ring even more captivating than the one he had admired earlier in the display. Jessi leans in, her curiosity piqued, to steal a glance at the exquisite piece nestled within. “It’s stunning,” she murmurs, her voice filled with genuine admiration.
Jimin’s voice carries a hint of uncertainty as he gazes at the ring, seeking reassurance from Jessi. “Do you think she’ll love it?” he asks, his nerves palpable despite his conviction that this ring is the perfect choice.
Jessi’s voice is filled with unwavering certainty as she nods emphatically. “Jimin, trust me. She’ll absolutely love it.”
A sense of urgency colors Jimin’s voice as he pivots to address Jessi directly, his eyes pleading for her understanding. “Promise me, Jess. You can’t breathe a word of this to your sister, okay?”
Her laughter dances in the air, but her promise is firm, wrapped in the sincerity of her smile. “I won’t say a thing,” she assures, her eyes glinting with mischief and excitement.
With anticipation coursing through his veins, he settles the transaction with the store lady, the weight of the ring box in his hand a tangible reminder of his love and commitment. Now, all that’s left is to orchestrate the perfect moment to present it to you, a moment he imagines with fervent hope and longing.
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Graveyard Siblings (13) (The End)
[Masterlist]
(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12)
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I finally did it! I finished something. After nearly three years, this little plot fic has come to an end that I am satisfied with. Thanking for sticking to the end of this journey.
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TIKKI. PLAGG. EXPLAIN.
They demanded.
“Marinette does not deserve the sentence.” Tikki stated furiously.
YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO INTERFERE ON WHAT WE DECIDE.
“We know. However, we will try to change it anyway.” Plagg joined Tikki. “The soul of Marinette Dupain-Cheng may be Marked but she has not done anything that makes her deserving of having the fate of one.”
SOMEONE HAS TO PAY THE PRICE. SHE WAS MARKED.
“Ya ya…. I know. The rules. Fuck them. You guys made them to maintain balance or whatever. However, what you are doing right now is not fair. Where is the justice?” Plagg demanded
THIS IS JUSTICE.
“This isn’t justice. This is another sentence. She did what you asked of her. She has given enough of herself for the sake of Balance. The sinners are punished. The kwamis are all released. What more do you want for her?”
SHE IS MARKED SO SHE HAS TO BEAR THE CONSEQUENCES.
“Fucked the Marked bullshit. Marinette doesn’t deserve that fate. She is wonderful and kind and every good thing this world has to offer. She was backstabbed. Pratically sacrifice for someone’s happiness. The one who claimed to love her moved on from her pretty quick. The only reason he is regretting losing her is because of the karma he is facing. Karma that he rightly deserved. I argue that the Mark is invalid. It doesn’t count-” Plagg ranted and yelled at Them.
Meanwhile, Marinette and Tikki hugged each other.
“Tikki, what’s going to happen to me?” Marinette asked in a small voice. One that Tikki had rarely heard ever since Marinette met the Waynes.
“Plagg and I are going to do our best to protect you. Nothing bad will happen to you.”
“I feel so empty.”
“I know. I am sorry. I am going to make sure you don’t feel that way anymore.” Tikki hugged what remained of the piece that made up Marinette Dupain-Cheng a bit tighter.
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WHY DOES IT MATTER TO YOU TWO THAT THIS MORTAL DOESN’T HAVE TO GIVE HERSELF UP? IT IS IN THE NAME OF BALANCE. A WORTHY CAUSE TO ####### FOR. TIKKI AND PLAGG AS BEINGS ONCE PART OF US. YOU KNOW WHY WE HAVE TO DO THIS. AND IT WILL BE A QUICK AND PAINLESS. SHE WILL NOT FEEL A THING.
THEY were starting to sound fed up with arguing with Plagg.
“THIS ISN’T ABOUT BALANCE ANYMORE, YOU FUCKERS!! THIS IS BECAUSE YOU WERE MAD YOU GOT CHEATED OUT OF A DEAL AND THIS GIRL IS JUST ANOTHER LOOSE END FOR YOU TO TIE UP!” Plagg lost his shit, finally after hours or what passes for hours in a place where time doesn’t function normally.
Tikki chose that moment to finally say her piece.
“My holder went through a lot for the sake of your balance. She fixed Gotham. She punished the one who made the wish so they would pay the price for trying to change someone else’s fate. She made sure we were freed. She doesn’t need to do more. She had given up nearly everything to accomplish what you demanded of her. Don’t take away what is left of her.”
SHE ALSO HAD GOTTEN EVERYTHING SHE WANTED WITH THE SECOND CHANCE WE GAVE HER. SHE GOT HER REVENGE, SHE ACHIEVED HER DREAMS, SHE HAD THE FAMILY SHE WANTED.
“Is it really fair if she had to give those up too?”
WHY DO YOU OPPOSE THIS DECISION ON HER BEHALF?
The voices sound almost baffled by Tikki and Plagg’s opposition.
“Marinette is more than just my holder and our Guardian. She is our friend. She placed our safety and well-being above her own. She deserves more than being tossed aside once her usefulness is up.” Tikki stated.
Then, she looked down and she continued,
“And we have shamelessly let her continue on her path, knowing how it would end. Because we were too afraid to acknowledge that we were using her like a pawn for our own selfishness. Until the end she was selfless. She forgave us for what we did to her. SO I IMPLORE YOU. Please let Marinette live a long life where she would never ever be used by someone else for their own selfish desires. She will live a path free of thorns and people who wish to cause her harm.” Tikki pleaded with the Universe.
The voices were quiet for a long time.
Tikki and Plagg looked at each other with worry at the silence.
WE HAVE COME TO A CONCLUSION. MARINETTE, GUARDIAN OF THE MIRACULOUS, HOLDER OF THE LADYBUG AND PROTECTOR OF GOTHAM AND PARIS, IS FREE FROM HER FATE OF BEING MARKED.
“But?”
HOWEVER, DUE TO LAWS OF CASUALTY WE CANNOT SIMPLY REVIVED HER FROM THE DEAD.
“And Marinette had closed down all of the Lazarus Pits.” Plagg added, their only option for a resurrection was gone.
THERE IS STILL ANOTHER OPTION.
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Jason opened the door of his apartment and Dick was there mid-knock.
“What do you want?” Jason asked.
Dick tried to give him a smile. “Just wanted to see how you were doing.”
Jason rubbed his face as he groaned. “For the last time. I am fine.”
“It’s fine to miss her, you know. Especially since…”
‘It has been a year since she died’ rests unspoken in the air.
Today was the exact day Maria had given up her own life to make sure that Gabriel Agreste gets punished for his crimes.
“Just leave me alone, Dickhead.” Jason walked away.
“Jason.”
“I just- I am coping. As much as I can without getting violent.”
Jason felt Dick hugging him from behind.
“We miss her too. You know that if there was another way, she would have done everything to stay.”
“It’s unfair, you know.” Jason turned around and mumbled into Dick’s shoulder. He hugged his brother.
“After everything, the asshole is still alive and kicking. His son is facing little consequences for what he has done. They should be the ones dead instead of Marinette. Instead, we are never going to see her graduate college, get a job, kick our asses and drive Ra’s mad with her pranks.”
His voice cracked with grief.
“I know, Jay. I know.” Dick hugged Jason tighter and rubbed his back. “I wish for that too.”
Tears ran down Jason’s face as he sobbed.
Ten minutes later,
They both sat around the kitchen island counter.
“So why did you come here?” Jason asked as he set down two cups of tea.
“Oh. Alfred was thinking about doing a little memorial dinner in her honour. Just close friends and family. It would be great if you came.”
“Sounds great. Tell me the details and I will be there.”
Dick smiled, “I will let Alfred know that you’re coming.”
The brothers talked about patrol and stuff.
Then, Dick left.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door again.
Jason sighed.
He opened the door to give Dick an earful about being forgetful when he saw no one there.
He looked around and saw nothing where a noise from below caught his attention.
It was a baby in a basket with a note addressed to him.
“Dear Jason,
Please take care of my dear Guardian
-Tikki”
In disbelief, he carefully picked up the bundle in the basket. Jason couldn’t believe it. It felt like a miracle that he didn’t dare believe.
The baby yawned and opened her eyes. Showing a familiar pair of bluebell eyes.
It was truly Marinette. As a baby but it was still Marinette nonetheless.
“Pixie. I don’t know how but thank you. Thank you for coming back to me.” Jason whispered and kissed her forehead.
That evening, the Waynes welcomed back a new member of the family.
Marinette Todd-Wayne finally came home.
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Technically, after this, there could be more adventures but I am not up to writing it. This is where I will end this story.
And to answer some questions you might have.
Does Marinette remember her past life? Not at first. She is still a baby right now but around the age of four or five years old, she would start to remember bits and pieces. She would probably remember everything by age 13.
Does Lila meet her end? Lila never stopped lying. The ghosts tormented her because of that but no one ever believed her. In the end, the doctors diagnosed her with schizophrenia and moved her to a mental facility where the ghosts would haunt her until the end of her days.
Gabriel died in jail. He thought that he had the last laugh, having killed Ladybug. But upon seeing the news about the welcome of the newest Wayne member on TV, he realised that his enemy had won in the end. She was going to live again, free from him and anything miraculous related.
Adrien and Emilie spent the rest of their lives in London away with Amelie and Felix.
Adrien had tried to approach baby Marinette but the overprotective Batfamily made sure that he never got within 10 feet of her.
When Marinette regained her memories, Adrien was remorseful of how everything turned out. He knew that the spell was just to make him tell the truth and in turn make him show his true colours to everyone so he went to therapy and worked on trying to be less of an asshole.
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“M’lady.”
Marinette looked up and saw a man in his thirties with blond hair and green eyes that once were her world.
“Agreste.” Marinette nodded in acknowledgement. Under the table, she texted to the family group chat the code for small emergencies.
Adrien frowned with hurt but it wiped away quickly off his face.
“I deserve that.” He replied calmly. Marinette saw that Adrien had grown up and accepted that he had done wrong.
“So.. how can I help you, Agreste ?”
“Cut the shit. I know that you remember, Marinette.”
Marinette looked at him in surprise.
“How?”
“I was once your partner, you know. I can tell.” Adrien answered.
Marinette frowned.
Adrien continued. “Look, I know I messed up really badly. I managed to lift the curse you put on me. I went to your grave and apologised. I know that sorry cannot take back what I did but I still did it because you deserve at least that from me. I have been trying to make up for what I did.”
“Is that why you approached me?” she asked.
“No. It was just a coincidence. I’m not like stalking you or anything.” Adrien clarified. “Your new dad is terrifying.”
Marinette chuckled about Jason, her brother turned dad figure. “He is.”
“I am glad to know that you are happy.” Adrien said. “And for what it’s worth, I want to apologise to you again. I know that I already did it to your grave and all that but you deserve to hear it directly from me. So here it goes… Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”
It had been a while since anyone called her that.
“I’m sorry for everything I did as Chat Noir, harassing you to date me, throwing temper tantrums during akuma fights, greatly hindering you with my selfishness and finally, betraying you for the sake of my father. I never should have listened to him. Even if it was to get my mother back. I should have told you the truth. And I am sorry for the hurt I had caused you as Adrien Agreste. I should have done something about Lila from the beginning. I should have supported you instead of telling you to suck it up. I should have let her lies get too far that it hurt you. In fact, I should never let it get that far in the first place. I am sorry I never did all of that.”
Marinette clapped. “Thank you, Adrien.”
Adrien nodded. At least she accepted his apologies. It was too much to hope for her forgiveness.
“Marinette, I..” Adrien didn’t know how to bring it up.
“There’s more?”
“Alya sorta brought it up when we had a class reunion. That… you had a crush on me. How much you did for me and I never noticed.” Adrien blushed in embarrassment. “Not that I want to do that with you, I mean, I maybe had a few fantasies about that when I was fifteen but not like now because it’s weird and you are like half my age now and I am seeing someone.”
Adrien rambled.
Marinette laughed.
Adrien had a flashback to that sweet girl from his youth.
“What I am trying to say is that. I am sorry I never knew and if I hurt you because I was tactless.”
“You did a lot but I never held that fact against you. Honestly, I let go of my feelings for you because.. Of Lila.”
“I get it. I was a huge dick.”
“Another thing is that I wasn’t my best when it comes to you. I did a lot of stupid things to get your attention.”
“Alya may have talked about that. I am flattered but it was also worrying. But Chat Noir wasn't any better so I can’t talk.”
They both smiled at each other.
Adrien saw that in a different world, Ladybug and Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste, would have ended up together. He shook his head to get rid of that thought, he knew better now. He had made sure that would never happen. Even if his father didn’t kill Maria/Marinette, and she had lived on, Adrien wouldn’t get her love ever again.
“Marinette, can we be friends?” Adrien asked before he could lose his courage. Even if he couldn’t love her, he hoped to stay by her side as her friend.
Marinette lost her smile.
“We can’t, can we?” Adrien ruefully answered his own question.
“Adrien, I know that you have changed for the better. You are a great person now. It’s just… we have a lot of history. History I can’t easily erase with a blank slate. I am still trying to sort through everything and try to move on. It’s been hard.” Marinette confessed. “I have been to therapy but they don’t exactly know how to help someone who experienced and remember all the awful things that happened in their past life.”
Marinette looked up. “I’m sorry.”
Adrien moved to hold her hand for comfort before reconsidering his action.
“Look, Marinette, I am not mad. I am a bit disappointed we can’t be friends but I kinda get it. I hurt you badly so you don’t feel like you can trust me ever again. That’s my fault. I knew it wasn’t a possibility when I asked but I had to try.”
“Oh, Adrien.”
“Marinette, at the very least, are friendly acquaintances okay?” He asked.
“I guess.”
Adrien smiled. “You don’t have to try to be friends with me, Marinette. I swear I will be okay. This won’t break my heart. I have someone who will take care of it.”
Marinette asked, curious. “Who are you dating anyways?”
Adrien blushed. “His name is Jaime. Jaime Reyes. I still can’t believe he likes me even after I told him about what I did.”
Marinette choked.
“Marinette, are you okay?” Adrien rushed forward and rubbed her back.
At the same time, Jason arrived, having annoyed Roy Harper to break several traffic laws to get to Gotham from all the way from Metropolis.
Upon seeing Adrien, he growled. “Get the fuck away from Marinette. What did you do to her, you fucker?!”
He grabbed Adrien and slammed him towards the nearest wall.
Marinette quickly interfered.
“Jason, it’s okay. We were just talking. Then, I got caught off guard by something he said.”
“What did he tell you?”
“Well, I was just surprised to learn that he was dating a guy. Nothing big. Just several things that finally made sense now that I thought about it.”
Adrien gaped at her. “I have been out as bi for a decade now. How do you not know that I like guys?”
Marinette scowled, “It’s not like I keep up with celebrity gossip. I don’t look for news with your name like I used to do.”
“So you are good, kid?”
“Yes, Jason. Please let him go. We were still talking.”
Jason did so.
Adrien rubbed his neck and turned to Marinette. “As much as I want to keep talking, I think I should leave. I have to go and meet up with Jaime anyways. He had to run an errand here for a friend of his.”
Marinette nodded. “Be safe.”
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After Adrien left, Jason gave a questioning look to Marinette.
“Why did you lie? We all know that you kept an eye on your old classmates so you already knew that he dated guys.”
“What I didn’t know was that Adrien is dating Blue Beetle.”
“The same Blue Beetle Bruce called to deal with those aliens who are trafficking humans?”
“Yes. Now let’s go to Metropolis so I can avoid doing the responsible thing and tell Adrien the truth.”
—-
What about the rest of the class… Well, they all led relatively normal lives. They all drifted apart and only met again at the class union that Adrien had mentioned.
They all faced different challenges and achieved success like any other normal people. Some turned out great despite what happened. Some moderately successful. Some not so great but still managed fine. A few unhappy with their life.
The ones who were marked by Marinette in her ‘ghost’ rampage had a few bad days more than an average person but other than that they had normal lives.
When they see Maria’s brand Afterlife or Marinette Todd-Wayne in a magazine, their heart aches at the thought of their once dear friend.
Now you will ask what happened to her parents.
Well, they moved away from their old building to a different part of Paris and opened a bakery under a different name.
They moved on as best as they could and filled with regrets for losing their daughter twice.
They knew in their hearts that Marinette had lived on as Maria. It hurt them again knowing that she was gone forever once more.
When they saw the news about Marinette Todd-Wayne. They knew it was their daughter reincarnated.
As much as they wanted to see her again, they knew that they would never be able to.
To try to honour the daughter they had, they fostered many troubled kids. Helping them and giving them the support that they should have given Marinette.
They learned from their mistakes from Marinette and did their best to not repeat them with the other kids.
Life moves on and Everyone continues on.
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This is the end. Thank you for reading and being on this amazing journey with me.
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resource anon again here, i just read the ask where you talked about how you fantasise about a time you were abused in which you had an involuntary orgasm. i just wanted to say that it's... helpful to see someone talk about that aspect of sexual abuse in a chill way. the fact that i orgasmed, or experienced some degree of sexual pleasure during some of my assaults fucked me up for YEEEAAARRSSS. i used to be able to come so fast but now if someone else is pleasuring me i literally cannot orgasm sooner than like 1 hour and it takes unfathomable focus. and 99% of the time it's unsatisfying because it's not intuitive, shame-free, non-judgemental. i'm like fighting tooth and claw against painful intrusive memories and obsessive thoughts and it just leaves me exhausted in a bad way. i didn't even share with ANYONE that i experienced sexual pleasure during assault/s until my current psych and it was like a year after i started seeing her, i opened up about it once and that was it. it was so completely tied in with shame and disgust. anyway thanks again, this was my Confession. i hope i can fuck wild n free one day without the burden of these messy confusing thoughts and feelings
Hey anon, thanks for your message, and I am so sorry that you have been made to feel so much shame about an involuntary reaction that is not your fault, and happens to a whole lot more sexual assault survivors than gets widely talked about. It is just a thing that happens, and in fact may be a physically protective measure, because if a person's body is aroused during the experience of being assaulted, it is less likely they will experience physical damage to that area.
Our sexual responses are unusual and unexpected sometimes, and we don't always get to choose what we enjoy or how our bodies react. Your sexual assault isn't any less of a violation because you orgasmed from it. And it's not weird or gross that you did.
My experience with sexual responsiveness following the assault was something of the mirror image of yours, which I'll share because I think it's useful again in normalizing such things. The orgasm that I had while being assaulted was so sudden and intense that it cast a long shadow over all my sexual experiences afterward for while. I didn't get triggered during vanilla, consensual sex in the way people normally expect that to mean -- instead, I craved the intensity and overwhelm of the assault experience. It's not that uncommon for survivors to go numb and check out during sex, of course. But I would actively bring myself to orgasm during these moments by thinking about getting assaulted, and recalling things that were said and done to me moment-by-moment during the assault that brought me to orgasm. I would also masturbate replaying the assault for a very long time, and every now and then it's still something I'll reach for.
I don't feel any shame about this. The brain does unusual things, and draws all kinds of funny and upsetting connections at times. Perhaps this doesn't jar me so much because I have always had intrusive thoughts of violence and death but also of tenderness and childish happiness and random absurdity. I don't feel fully in control of my mind, and never have, so I can go along for the ride with what it has to offer me sometimes.
The person who assaulted me isn't able to hurt me anymore, and I feel relief and a sense of victory from the fact that I have extracted from this awful experience a ton of pleasure. At this point, almost 13 years later, I can say that jerking off to the idea of the assault has brought me so much pleasure collectively over the years that it overwhelms any pain the initial experience had. And I think that's pretty cool.
I hope that you can work through your understandable feelings of disgust and shame about your body's reaction to your assault on your own terms and in whatever way works for you. Some people cope with assault and its aftermath by age regressing, others by being celibate, others by finding a completely new sexual identity or role from what they previously enjoyed, some by becoming super vanilla, others by becoming kinky, some people just wait it out with time, and some people find a way to live with the trauma and darkness running alongside them in parallel to their life for as long as it will. There are no rules. Whatever works and feels natural to you.
I'm sure many a psychiatrist would consider me super duper fucked up for jerking off about my rape for over a decade afterward, but i'm having great orgasms and indulging my penchant for being controlled and used far more healthfully now in my relationships because I've embraced what feels like a true rush of aliveness for me, so like, fuck them and their profession as usual lol.
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Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)
Read Chapter 12 here / Series Masterlist
Chapter 13
Summary: Loki kissed you and now he can't stop kissing you. A life changing offer might comes your way.
Warning: Kissing, Extreme dark themes, Sexual abuse, physical abuse, public sex, Rough violent sex, 18+, Steamy stuff, age difference ,Rough language, mention of suicide, talk of virginity and slut shaming, manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff.
"I'm scared Lolo" your eyes brimmed with tears as you looked at him. You stood at the gates of the orphanage where you were supposed to live now, they said that momy died and she won't come back, you didn't want to believe them but lolo said the same thing and you always believed him.
"I know sweet buttons..but I'll come see you okay? You'll be safe here I promise" he was on his knees to match your height, he wanted to see you one last time before you go in there, they told him that he wasn't allowed to meet you or even talk to you from now on, not until you're an adult. Something about trauma bonding and how it could be damaging for both of you were their reasons but Steve promised him that he'll keep an eye on you and inform him if something goes wrong.
You hugged him tightly and he wiped his tears before you could see them.
"You promise you'll come see me?" You asked him, making his heart clench.
"I'll do my best sweetheart, I promise I'll do my best and you'll always have me..never forget" He said to you so you nodded. The warden lady took your hand and started to walk away, you didn't truly understand that feeling of walking away from him but now you knew it was your first heartbreak.
As he entered the apartment you looked at him, you were in the kitchen making dinner. Did he get your message? He must have, you didn't check to see if he read it or not, you felt so nervous after sending it, you just wanted him to come back and forget about everything that had happened in the past few days because you really didn't want him to be upset with you or push you away more. You shouldn't have said those things to him either, you had no right.
"Dinner is almost ready" you mumbled as he walked into the kitchen, you could feel his eyes on you, he grabbed your arm and turned you towards him, your eyes teared up immediately.
"Why were you scared?" He asked you softly as his thumb brushed over your cheekbones while his forefingers caressed your nape.
"Just ..don't want to be alone..don't want to be without you Daddy" you could barely whisper as you felt your throat tightening, his eyes teared up too, you were eager to fall back into the toxicity you both shared before, you were willing to sacrifice your happiness for him and that's what pierced through his cold stone heart. He can't hurt you like that anymore, he never wanted to, he had done enough, he always fucked those women and shoved them in your face because you did the same to him, you always told him about your dates and how many times you got fucked to piss him off, now he knew that you were just trying to make him jealous and hurt him because he was hurting you.
"Yeahh?" He whispered in a questioning manner, he placed his fingers of the other hand on your chin and made you look up at him then he leaned down to kiss your forehead.
"Mmhmmm I'm sorry for what I said"
"I am sorry too baby" your eyes flickered as he said that, he hardly ever apologized to you and whenever he did you knew he meant it truly, it wasn't just a senseless word for him to calm down the situation.
"It's okay..thank you for coming back..let's just..forget about the last few days okay?" He smiled but then he shook his head, leaving you all perplexed and wide eyed.
"I don't want to forget..I want to remember" he pressed his lips on yours and kissed you tenderly, making you gasp into his mouth, you weren't expecting that "Want to remember what happened between us so I can treat you better" your heart skipped several beats at once at the confession, you got on your tippy toes and flung your arm around his neck to kiss him passionately.
He lifted you up as he kissed you back he felt as if he was starving for a taste even though it hasn't even been twenty four hours since he had kissed you last. He put you down on the counter as his tongue slipped past your lips, you sucked on the tip of his tongue like a candy and you could feel your whole existence falling apart, his every little touch sent shivers down your spine and you wanted more, you wanted everything. The word obsessed couldn't suffice what you felt for him.
"Wow" you whispered as he pulled away for a moment, his lips traveled down from your jaw to the side of neck, he sucked on your skin softly while you sat there panting and breathing heavily like a sodden whore "Is this going to be a regular thing because I love it" you smiled as you pressed your face between the crook of his neck to inhale his intoxicating scent. Four years of torture and he finally had you on his mercy.
He didn't know how long this feeling would last for you, it took Jolene a while to lose interest in him, not sexually but definitely romantically, the mirage was broken everytime he unveiled a layer of his past and the mystery that surrounded him. With you however at least he knew that you knew he had issues, you knew about his past, at least some of it and you still wanted this, it gave him hope.
The dinner burned because he didn't stop kissing you, he pulled away everytime he needed you two to breathe, but in the meantime his mouth traveled to other places and every touch of his lips made you drip more and more.
"Ohhh goddd" you whispered as he wrapped your legs around his waist, you could feel his bulge rubbing between your legs and you wanted to hump against him like a slut who has been edged for years.
"God doesn't exist sweetheart but you can chant my name instead" the deep rumbling voice came right from his chest, he could ruin you just by using that voice on you. He took you to the bedroom and laid you down and then he kissed you again, seconds turned into minutes and none of you wanted to stop but he didn't want to take you like this either. Not so soon, not so frivolously when you have kept yourself untouched just for him. He wanted to treat you so good but he didn't know how, he wasn't a gentle lover.
He tried it with Jolene and it felt good in the moment but as soon as his orgasm washed over him he felt extremely pathetic, he felt disgusted by himself, he felt weak, he could see his father asking his slaves to lash him for being such a frail boy, he felt their floggers ripping his flesh open ,burning his skin, and as soon those memories hit him he wanted her to hurt him so he could feel better, she obliged sometimes but other times his requests bothered her so much that she'd just get up and leave him to sleep in the other room, and as soon as she'd leave he'd cry himself to sleep because he felt so rotten from the core.
He didn't want to ruin you like that because if he would then you'd leave him too and he didn't think he was strong enough to lose his sweet buttons.
"You're lost" you caressed his scalp with your fingers and he snapped back to reality, he propped himself on his elbows and laid on his side next to you so you turned towards him too.
"Just thinking about this" you smiled as he said that.
"What changed your mind?" you bit on your lips as you mumbled, your fingers played with the chest hair peeking out of his dark green t-shirt.
"That text you sent"
"What about it?"
"Just you willing to do that for me, I don't want to hurt you darling" he leaned down to kiss your forehead. He really didn't want to but he knew that he'd hurt you one way or another.
"I know "
"But I will"
"I know" you answered as you understood what he meant, he didn't just mean that in an emotional sense but sexual too.
"You don't know"
"I do..but it doesn't matter..I'm yours to hurt"
"Shhhh don't say that" he whispered as he kissed you again, a sick perverted part of him felt turned on by that statement, you wanting him to hurt you, asking him to mark you, blood rushed to his cock at the way you just wanted to serve yourself to him no matter what. You pulled on his hair slightly and he moaned in your mouth, you knew he liked hurting and being hurt during sex but you were not going to do that to him, not in the ways he was used to being hurt, he never talked to you about it but you knew he was abused as a child, physically, mentally and sexually. You knew that's how he developed this need to feel pleasure through extreme pain but you won't allow him to punish himself like that forever.
"It's okay.. it's okay.. I promise it's okay..I'll take care of you, we will be okay. Youuu and meee for life. Right?" Yours eyes became moist and so did his as you said that.
"You and me for Life. I promise, I'll never let go, I'll never leave you"
The next morning he woke you up with tender kisses, you bathed together and he fed you, then he kissed you again before he took you to the set, you couldn't focus on the work because your thoughts were interrupted by the man of your dreams who continued to give you "I want to kiss you right now" eyes, as soon as the director yelled cut and you got a few minutes of break he grabbed your hand and took you to a secluded corner of the set, in a second you found yourself pressed against the walls and trapped between his body.
"I couldn't focus at all, I got yelled at by Nick" Nick was your director and he wasn't happy with you today.
"Mmmhmm want me to beat him up for you?" You moaned into his mouth as he said that.
"Noooo I think we should let him go since it's my fault " you chuckled so he pulled away and cupped your cheeks.
"Focus on the work darling, we can do this at home, it's just you and me there..be a good girl for me yeah?"
"Yeahhh daddy" You kissed him feverishly and then you stopped because of this one thought that continued to bother you.
"Are you going to fuck other women still? Because Karina from the crew is waiting in line" Your eyes teared up as you questioned him, he did it before but at least you didn't know how it felt to have him suck onto yours lips this way, you didn't know how good he tasted or what a fine kisser he was, you have been jealous of women in his life for as long as you could remember so even just the thought of him still wanting to fuck someone else filled you with extreme contempt and sadness.
"Do you want me to?" He smirked as he questioned so you tried to unhook your legs but he grabbed them and kept you pinned against the wall "Just joking baby.. the only woman I'm going to touch from now on is you..only you..i promise..i know it won't be easy to trust me but you know I keep my promises" He really did and that's was the one thing he at least liked about himself.
"okayyy..I trust you"
"Yeah????"
"Mmmmmm"
Then he kissed you again. And again. And again.
While you were working he received a call from that casting director that you auditioned for yesterday, he wanted to see you, alone. That never was a good sign, the audition was for a film and it's something you have always wanted to be a part of so he really wanted you to bag this.
"Something wrong?" You asked him as you caressed his shoulder while he was driving you to the studio where you were meeting the casting guy Stephen.
"He wants to see you.. alone" he sighed as he answered. You knew what it meant, you have been here before. They wanted to see you alone when they wanted you to fuck them.
"Ohh" you felt sad but then you were so giddy with this new development in your personal life that you really didn't care about the professional one at the moment. As you reached the destination you took your seat belt off and climbed over his lap, taking him by surprise but he wasn't complaining
"It's okay..we will get other offers" you mumbled softly as you kissed the tip of his nose "Thank you for always keeping me safe and protected from them, I don't think I have ever told you how much I appreciate not being exploited by every perv out there" you whispered in his ear as your hands rubbed over his crotch.
How could you say something sweet like that and accompany it with such a naughty gesture? He moaned and you felt him hardening at your touch. His hand sneaked inside the shirt you were wearing and you gasped as he touched your bare skin.
"Want to thank me for real? Maybe someday you can show me how you use my briefs to get yourself off"
"Daddddddy" you gasped at the sudden filth coming out of his mouth but you really wanted to bathe in the said filth.
"Isn't that what you did, hmm? Been thinking about it. Did you wear it while you touched your wet little cunt or you humped yourself against it sweetheart?"
"Ohhh fuckk..the second thing" you palmed his bulge and he let out a shaky breath.
"You're a desperate little slut aren't you? Always craving my attention..well you have it now baby..you have all of my attention on you" You cupped his cheeks to kiss him deeply and he responded with equal intensity but then he pulled away soon after, it still felt like a dream if you were being honest with yourself. "Mmmm we need to stop sweetheart, you have a meeting to attend" he reminded you why you both were there so you tried to calm yourself down, it was harder for him to calm down though.
As you met the guy he asked to just see you so you looked at Loki and he nodded, you were auditioning for a side role anyways so It didn't really matter. As you went inside the room, there were three other people, one of them was Jane foster, you recognised her, she was a former A lister and was a big name in the industry now as a producer. You were surprised a little to see her, they immediately gave you a a few lines and asked you to enact it,
"Ummm I'm sorry I'm a little confused..what is happening?" You asked Jane so she smiled at you.
"Y/n I think you are packing a lot of talent in there, I saw your tapes from yesterday and I'm very impressed, that's the script for the main lead, I'd like you to read a line or two for me if you don't mind" she smiled at the end of her sentence so you nodded.
You felt nervous because you weren't prepared for this, you read the lines and they sent you right away, they said they'll call you in a day or two.
"What's special about her?" As you left, Stephen asked Jane so she smiled.
"I received an anonymous email yesterday and it intrigued me.. remember that psychopath from NYC..that major cult scandal like 12 years ago?" She asked him.
"Ohhh yeah didn't he escape a few days ago?"
"Exactly..she's that girl from that cult, the last sacrifice thing..she's y/n y/l/n" Stephen's eyes widened in realization, you had changed your last name and that's why he wasn't able to recognise you before.
"The publicity we will get if we launch her is going to be insane.. especially with that psycho on the loose, we can reel in a lot of people by using her tragic past" She smiled at him and he agreed. They just wanted to use you for their own good.
As you came out Loki seemed a little worried, you were in there for a long time.
"What happened?" He asked you so you told him everything and he was surprised too, it's not that he didn't believe in your talent as an actress but he knew how things happened in Hollywood in this day and age, one either needed to sell their soul or have a strong connection to bag such a film, rarely people got big just on the basis of their talent.
He took you out for dinner first, it felt like a date to you. Then he took you home but he couldn't stop thinking about this, your safety was his responsibility and he had to know if those people had your best interest in heart.
"Lost again" you mumbled in his ears as you climbed on his bed after showering, he smiled as your freshly showered wet half naked body laid on top of him, you just had a tank top on with a pair of booty shorts.
"I'm right here" he pushed your hair aside and grabbed your neck to flip you under him.
"What if I get this movie? It's going to be a huge deal right?" You asked him, you felt nervous about the possibility, as much as you enjoyed acting you weren't sure if you really wanted to make it that big, considering your past and everything - you knew things will come out if you get famous and you knew he'd be dragged along with it too, that's the last thing you both needed in life, people's judgment.
"It will be..but that's what you want right?" He asked you so you nodded, you always convinced him that you wanted this in life, you wanted to be an actor, to work in films, to be famous and maybe you really did want that but now as he was on top of you, sucking on your lips ever so softly, you wondered if that was really what you craved or needed in life.
"Yeahhh" you lied to him because you didn't think you were supposed to talk about this yet when you two had just started this thing with each other. Besides, it's not as if you'll get the film for sure.
"You must be tired sweetheart..get your sleep okay? Need a massage?" He asked you softly and your eyes teared up. Yeah you loved him so much it was unreal.
"Yess pls daddy" you responded so he kissed your forehead before he got off the bed then he came back with hot oil, as soon as his hands rubbed your legs soothingly you couldn't stop yourself from falling asleep, unlike all those times before there was no manipulation involved this time, he truly just wanted to help you relax, and as your little snores reached his ears his eyes softened.
He turned the lights off to lay down next to you and held onto you tightly, he was terrified about everything - this relationship, your feelings about him, That bastard Odin running free in the world, everything made him wish that he was able to hide you two somewhere far away so you'd be safe with him but it wasn't possible.
As his arms wrapped around you, your sleep got disrupted a little, you felt him pressing soft little kisses on your neck and it made you smile. This was probably the best day of your life, you didn't remember being this happy before.
"I love you my sweet sweet buttons" And the sweet whisper of the forgotten petname as well the love confession made your breath hitch in your chest. Truly the best day ever.
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Requesting some more love for Boss please!
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Summary: You and Boss are on the run from the Empire.
Pairing: Clone Commando Boss x Reader
Word Count: 944
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni
A/N: I'm not sure I'm happy with this, but I have a migraine forming, so this is all I have. Sorry.
“Rules are meant to be broken,” You proclaim, as you wave your wrench towards Boss, who stares at you with a single raised brow.
“That thought, cyare, is why you’re wanted on 13 planets.”
“Wrong!” Your wrench slips out of your hand and clatters to the floor of the ship loudly, “That’s because the Empire ain’t shit!”
He rolls his eyes, “Anyway,” Boss says, “Since we can no longer hide on Daiyu-”
“-that isn’t my fault-” You interrupt.
“Since we can’t hide out on Daiyu anymore,” Boss continues as if you hadn’t spoken, “Where should we go next?”
You stoop to pick up your wrench and shove it into its place, “Outer Rim, maybe? Or Wild Space is an option.”
“I was kind of hoping that you would offer a name,” Boss says with a sigh, “But sure, let’s start with Outer Rim worlds, they’re not likely to bend to the Empire.”
You grin at him, and enthusiastically fling your arms around his neck. He sighs but wraps his arms around your waist, “How about Tatooine?”
“Mm. Sand, sun, slaves, and Hutts. My four most favorite things in the galaxy.” Boss says sarcastically.
You laugh, “No one will look for us there.” You tempt.
“Right. Until you somehow piss off the Hutt Cartel and we have to run from both the Empire and the Hutts.”
“You make it sound like I go around insulting people all the time.” You say with a pout.
“You told the Grand Moff to take a long walk off a short pier and then broke his nose, and frankly I’m surprised that you lived to meet me in the first place.”
“I take issue with fascists.” You sniff.
He lightly squeezes your hips, “I need you to chill the fuck out, cyare. I’m looking for my brothers, which I can’t do when we’re being chased from Imperial worlds.”
“So you want me to behave?”
“That would be a nice change from normal.” Boss counters.
You rest your forehead against his chest plate, and then sigh, “Fine. We can hide out on Tatooine, just long enough for the heat to die down, and then we’ll go back to Imperial space and look for Fixer, Scorch, and Sev.”
“Thank you, cyare.” He kisses your forehead and then releases you to head towards the cockpit, “The ship isn’t going to fall apart on me when I try to jump to hyperspace, is it?”
“No! Er…probably not.”
“Try to keep the ship from blowing up on us, please cyare.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll do my best.” You turn back to the engines, and open the net to run a quick google search.
While you know how you ended up in this situation (a comedy of errors that started with you getting into a fist fight with someone who used to be part of the 501st and ended with you on the run from the Empire with a former Clone Commando), sometimes you have a hard time comparing what your life used to be to what it’s become.
You were an art student, once. Sure, an art student with anarchist tendencies who was anti government and anti war and went to protests and organized riots from time to time, but you were still an art student.
And now here you are, slowly working your way up the Empires shit list.
Honestly, the best thing that’s happened to you in the last year is meeting Boss.
You glance towards the cockpit, where Boss is removing some of the bulkier pieces of his armor for comfort, and a small smile crosses your face.
Boss just appeared on your doorstep about a year ago. He had been beaten half to death and needed help, and you’re still not sure how he found you, but you’re glad that he did.
You managed to patch him up, and when he admitted that there was something rotten in the former Republic and that he was looking for his brother, you jumped at the chance to help him.
Anything was better than sitting around and watching as Palpatine destroyed everything good and honest and true in the galaxy.
And six months after that, when you were hiding from Imperial soldiers on Dantooine, you kissed him. And he kissed you back. And then he kissed you again and again.
And now here you are, six months later, in a relationship with a man who you never would have met if the Empire hadn’t taken over.
Silver linings, right?
“Cyare? How are we looking?” Boss calls from the cockpit.
“I think we’re good. At least, according to the schematics I’m looking at online.” You say as you step out of the engine room and shut the door behind you.
He glances at you, “Alright. Then grab your seat, and we’ll see if we can’t make it to Tatooine.” You grin and climb into the co-pilot’s seat, tucking your feet under you, you turn your attention on him, and smile adoringly.
“What?”
“Just thinking about how we met.” You reply.
He glances at you, and a small smile crosses his face, “Smartest thing I’ve ever done. Right up there with kissing you on Dantooine and that night on Rishi.”
“You really liked that night on Rishi.” You say with a laugh.
“I liked the outfit you were wearing, and the way you looked under the moonlight,” Boss says easily, “And I really liked the way that you looked at me.”
You laugh and stretch out, “I really liked that night on Rishi too. We should do that more often.”
“Once we’re safe.” Boss promises, he focuses on the navigation computer, “Ready to go, cyare?”
“Ready.”
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prompt list~
ok so here are random prompts, mention the skz member + the number with genre and message me! feel free to add any details you want! open to suggestions as well!
will prolly keep adding more as i come up with it~
Smut~
-01- "Be quiet baby, you don't want anyone to hear us, would you?"
-02- "You'll get to cum when I decide it."
-03- "Keep your eyes on me"
-04- "Be a good girl for daddy hmm and take it all in"
-05- "Let everyone know who you belong to"
-06- "The first one that cums will be punished by the other. Deal?"
-07- "Let me come in you, please. I wanna fill you up."
-08- "Look at what you do to me."
-09- "Show me how you want to be touched, baby"
-10- "I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk tomorrow"
-11- "I'd hold onto something if I were you"
-12- "Look what you do to me"
-13- "I haven't even touched you and you're already this wet"
-14- "Make me"
-15- "C'mere, sit on my lap"
-16- "You're not going out in that outfit"
-17- "You're so fucking hot when you're mad"
-18-"If you don't like my teasing, then why are you mad?"
-19- "I really wanna kiss you and do unimaginable things to you right now"
-20- "Playing hard to get hmm? that's cute"
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Fluff~
-01- "Where's my good-night kiss?"
-02- "I saw something today that reminded me of you"
-03- "I'm not leaving you. Ever."
-04- "Marry me"
-05- "Dance with me?"
-06- "It's always been you"
-07- "Thank you." "For what?" "Just thank you."
-08- "It's us against the world."
-09- "I miss you"
-10- "I want to spend the day with you, doing nothing"
-11- "You're hair is really soft after you wash it"
-12- "Star-gazing was a good idea"
-13- "I've never noticed that mole on your nose, it's really cute"
-14- "Quit smiling at me, I can't stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that."
-15- "You're so cute." "What did you just say". "I just said you look like a boot"
-16- "I love hearing you're voice"
-17- "It's my turn to cook tonight"
-18- "I wish i could spend more time with you"
-19- "Can we just stay like this?"
-20- "If you tickle me one more time, I swear you're not getting any kisses or cuddles for a week"
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Angst~
-01- "What changed?" "I don't feel the same way I did anymore."
-02- "I cheated on you."
-03- "I'll always pick her....i'm sorry"
-04- "Why does this sound like goodbye?" "Because it is."
-05- "Did you ever love me?"
-06- "Y-You don't remember me?"
-07- “Just let me see him one more time. please.”
-08- "I'm sorry. I'll never be good enough for you."
-09- "It probably doesn't mean anything to you, but I love you."
-10- "Love is full of lies"
-11- "Is this what I get for loving you?"
-12- "Am I finally a hero?
-13- "I'm done helping you!"
-14- "I was only using you"
-15- "I'm scared"
-16- "I'm sorry that I love you"
-17- "Do you remember we were once happy together?"
-18- "I love you"
-19- "I guess forever was a word meant for memories and not for people"
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