hes so desperate looking

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Yo a prompt here they meet in a pair one night like pastelxpunk punk!Phil being out with some mates and Dan with some uni buds and Dan wears like skirts and stuff and get this that night he's wearing fishnets so when they get to Phil's apartment later Phil just rips them apart bc Dan's been subtly teasing him all night long and they like do it on the kitchen counter thanks

Phil was annoyed, and horny. Lately it seemed like those were his main emotions, but right then, he didn’t want to think about that. He wanted to think about the fact that that extremely attractive guy across the bar kept winking at him.

Or maybe he wasn’t looking at him so suggestively. Maybe Phil was delirious, but really, he didn’t care. He wanted that boy riding him, he wanted him desperate and screaming and he wasn’t getting any closer to that on the other side of the room.

“Phil?” His friend Chris laughed, waving his hand in front of Phil’s face. “You’re spacing out again.”

Phil turned to look at him, raising his eyebrows, licking his lip ring. It was somewhat new, and he couldn’t stop messing with it.

“Was I?” He asked, huffing.

“Uh, yeah. You were.” Chris took a swig of his drink, Phil had forgotten what it was because his own brain had been muddled by the alcohol, and set the glass back down on the counter. “Are you gonna fuck him or what?”

“I don’t even know him,” Phil muttered, rolling his eyes and slowly taking a sip of his own drink.

“So?” Chris smirked. “That’ll just make it better. He keeps looking at you.” He nodded in the boy’s direction and Phil whirled around, catching his eye.

Surprisingly, he didn’t look away. The man kept his gaze, smirking gently and looking him over, before slowly looking away. Chris slammed his glass down on the counter.

“That was a fucking invitation if I’ve ever seen one,” he grumbled.

Phil considered it; what he wouldn’t do to get his hands on that guy. He was wearing a flowy yellow shirt that showed his stomach, and a very revealing skirt, as well as goddamn fishnets. Fuck.

The boy went back to talking to his friends, glancing over every now and then.

Chris held out a small glass; a shot; and grinned. Phil must have missed him ordering it while looking at the guy. “Take this, fucker, and go over there or I will.”

Phil rolled his eyes, tossing it back and setting down the glass. “Wish me luck,” he muttered, clearing his throat and scrunching his nose. “Fuck, that’s strong.”

He stepped down from the stool, straightening his leather jacket and cracking his neck; and he walked over to the boy, who was still talking to two friends.

He cleared his throat when he reached them, and the guy looked over, raising his eyebrows.

“Hey, what’s your name?” Phil asked, rather loudly so as to be heard over the loud music in the bar.

“Dan,” the boy said back, leaning forward, nodding. “You?”

“Phil,” Phil replied, grinning. “And I just came over here to tell you that if you look at me like that one more time, I can’t promise I’ll control myself.”

Dan raised his eyebrows, smiling slightly. “And what does that mean?” He asked slowly. Phil shrugged.

“If you want bruises all over you by tomorrow, I suggest you try and find out,” he answered, his voice low, and turned around, walking back to Chris.

“How’d it go?” He asked, tilting his head. Phil smirked.

“You’ll see,” he said calmly, taking another sip of his drink.

Sure enough, about ten minutes later, Dan walked over to them, swaying slightly. He leaned on Phil, resting his head on his shoulder and pouting.

“I’ve been here all night, and I haven’t found anyone to take me home yet,” he whined, looking up at him with wide eyes. He hopped up on Phil’s lap, and Phil sucked in a sharp breath.

“Yeah, okay, we’re going to my place,” he growled, grabbing tightly to Dan’s waist and making him squeak. “Chris, get a ride.”

Chris just shrugged. “Yeah yeah. Have fun, you two. Be safe, use condoms.” Phil smacked him over the head, and Dan giggled.

So that’s how Phil found himself swaying up to his apartment door, a giggly Dan clinging to him like a monkey. A tipsy monkey.

Phil slammed him against the door, attaching his lips to Dan’s. His tongue slipped into Dan’s mouth when Dan’s lips parted, and Dan moaned into the kiss, smiling.

Phil’s hands were everywhere once the door was unlocked, roaming Dan’s body almost desperately. They only made it to the kitchen counter before Phil was pulling his shirt off over his head roughly, doing the same to his own.

He worked at Dan’s throat, his hands searching blindly for the zipper of his skirt. Dan whimpered, leading his hands to it, and Phil got it off in a matter of seconds.

Then came the tricky part; the fishnets. Phil growled, shaking his head and tearing them apart completely, tossing them aside to get to the part he really cared about.

Dan gasped sharply, clinging to Phil’s shoulders. “Holy shit,” he breathed. “I would normally be mad, but fuck that was hot. Christ.” He tugged at Phil’s belt, pulling it off and fumbling with his zipper.

Phil chuckled, letting Dan work, his breath brushing over his ear. He pulled off Dan’s panties, groaning when Dan automatically grinded against him.

“Fuck me,” Phil breathed, his voice heavy. “Oh Christ, fuck me Phil.”

Phil hummed, chuckling and digging his nails into Dan’s thighs, pushing him back on the counter. “I was planning on it.”

Phil muttered a ‘be right back’ and hurried off to get lube and a condom, in only his boxers, and when he got back Dan was already stretching himself with two fingers inside himself. He looked up, grinning and letting out a soft whine.

“I’d rather it was you,” he said softly, throwing his head back, and Phil was done being nice.

He climbed on top of the counter, pulling Dan’s hand away from himself and straddling him, tugging his boxers down. He kissed him, hotly and open mouthed, and Dan whined into his mouth.

In only a matter of seconds Phil was ready and pushing against Dan’s entrance, making him gasp and throw his head back.

“Fuck,” he breathed as Phil pushed in, moaning softly and biting his lip. “Fuck, more.”

Phil moved slightly, shifting their position and pulling Dan’s hips up so he could get a better angle. He bottomed out, thrusting slowly and watching Dan’s face. Dan was practically desperate, pushing himself back on Phil’s cock and whining.

Phil couldn’t help it; he wrapped his hand around Dan’s throat, pinning him down. “Want more? Huh?” He growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Dan’s eyes widened and he nodded slightly, a high pitched whimper leaving his lips. “Yes, please,” he said weakly.

Phil rolled his hips, fucking into him at a faster but still teasing rhythm.

Dan moaned loudly, his eyes falling shut, and Phil sped up. He couldn’t help it, Dan looked so fucking good like that, desperate, being used. Soon he was pounding into him without mercy, and Dan was letting out incredibly sexy noises.

Phil wrapped his hand around Dan’s cock, jerking him off in time with his thrusts, and Dan was gone. He practically screamed, letting go on his stomach, his cock twitching.

Phil groaned, leaning over to kiss at Dan’s neck, feeling himself get close as well. Dan’s weak whimper, his voice breaking, is what sent him over the edge.

Phil got down from the counter, breathing heavily, discarding the condom and running his fingers through his sweaty hair.

He leaned over Dan, looking down at the exhausted and fucked out boy. Dan frowned.

“I’m guessing you’re gonna ask me to leave now, huh…?” He asked, sounding a little sad. Phil smiled, and shook his head.

“Actually, I was gonna ask if you wanted to stay the night. And if you liked Chinese food.”

The Itch for a Better Half

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

This was inspired by an image I saw on @thranduilsperkybutt co-written by @melconnor2007 and I hope to get a goodish reaction from people, I will post the second part I have written which is pretty much just SMUT!!!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, NSFW content, masturbation, cliffhanger, angst?, underwear I guess. If I find out you are under 18, you will be blocked!


Bucky could smell her heat. She had rushed out of the kitchen around breakfast because something had triggered her blood boiling heat. And of course, with his feelings for Y/N, he couldn’t stave off the rut that he had been thrown into. He knew he shouldn’t, but he followed after her. Using her addictive Omega scent to guide him.

She was his ideal Omega. Small, but not weak. Assertive, but not bitchy. And her scent drove him crazy even when she wasn’t in heat. Black currant vanilla. So sweet that it was almost too much, but in the most amazing way.

He was lost in thought when her smell got stronger, but she wasn’t in the hallway. Looking down he saw her slippers, then at the next doorway was her sleep shirt. The Alpha ran to the article and picked it up, stuffing the material into his nose. He felt his blood rush south. He would have left for his room, but when he reached the end of the hall he saw that she had shed more clothes. Her sleep shorts were at the end of that hall, bringing him dangerously close to the Omega he so desperately desired. Looking down the last hall, with the door to her room, was her panties. His ears picked up her moans of pain and need. The Alpha wanted to comfort her, it was his nature.

His feet moved on there own accord, taking him slowly towards her room. Her moans getting louder, her scent getting stronger his eyes were fixed on the panties left forgotten on the floor, causing a small moan to escape his lips. He could feel the bulge in his pants straining for release, arriving at her door on silent feet. His senses were on fire, being taken over by her scent and sweet noises, breathing heavily like he had just run a mile.

Checking over his shoulder to make sure that the coast was clear, he bends down slowly, taking her pants in his hands he brings them to his nose immediately inhaling the scent of her heat. A loud growl leaves his throat as he is engulfed by her scent, completely losing himself in the intoxicating aroma. His back gently hits the door, as his hand slides down into his sweat pants. His cock desperate to be buried in the Omega just behind the door, he wants to feel her walls squeezing him tightly, he wants to be responsible for her noises, those whimpers and moans sounding like a goddess singing.

He wants to shout his love for her, and to claim her as his own. He uses all his strength to control his instincts and relishes in the scent under his nose. He decides that this is the best he can get, knowing that he would never be able to live with himself if he forced himself onto her without clear permission. His hand wraps around his cock giving him the friction he needs, and a loud moan leaves his lips. Holding her panties to his nose his hand works quickly, unaware the noises of the Omega in the room behind him had stopped. The door opened and he fell over, his top half entering the delicious smelling room. His hand stops, panties still pressed to his nose, eyes wide as he looks into the eyes of the omega of his dreams. Into the eyes of Y/N.


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Fuel to Fire (4)

Stucky x reader

Notes: fluff, tattooing, some angst, smut (m/m and m/m/f), anxiety, depression, mentions of parental negligence, swearing.

Summary: Living their dream, Bucky and Steve run their tattoo shop ‘American Ink’ together, happily married for several years and business is going well. When a girl walks into their shop and inevitably into their lives right after they’ve received some exciting news, they have no idea how their lives are about to change with some harmless but straight-forward flirting.

Fuel to Fire (intro) Fuel to fire (2) Fuel to Fire (3)

A/N: it gets hot and steamy. And sexual. 

“Where are we going?” Y/N asks as she has to walk a bit faster than she usually does to keep up with Steve. Bucky’s at American Ink, his entire day booked with appointments, and pouted only a little when Steve left with Y/N to run an errand.

“New York museum of modern art” Steve smiles at her and slows his pace to match Y/N’s.

“Is this because I told you I took art classes in college?”

“That’s part of it” Steve smiles secretively, “you remember the first day you came in to the shop?”

“When you were necking with your husband like teenagers?” Y/N grins and mumbles a ‘mission accomplished’ when Steve’s face goes a pretty shade of red.

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Beauty and The Assassin // A Mitch Rapp Smut

Prompt: She was the sun and he was the moon. She was light and he was darkness. She was love and he was incapable of it.

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Cum on Face/Body, Titty Fuck, Fingering, Swearing, Violence, Rough Sex, Fluffy Sex, Badass!Reader, Multiple Descriptive Deaths, and Unprotected Sex (Cover your stump before you hump).

Word Count: 7,833 (I decided to write two different smut scenes in this one fic and it’s so worth it because one’s hella hot and the other’s super emotional)

Song: Feel Something by Jaymes Young

A/N: Ever since the trailer came out, my fingers have been itching to write something about Mitch Rapp but I just couldn’t come up with any ideas. And then Jaymes Young released this single from the heavens above (God bless) and inspiration hit me like a fucking truck. 

P.s. This is definitely in my top 5 favorite fics I’ve ever written and I really hope you guys like it as much as I do.

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With a mixture of determination inside of anger (and even lust), Mitch Rapp let out a strangled grunt as he tackled (Y/N) onto the ground for the millionth time tonight. It’s been hours since he started training her and by the look of exhaustion on her face, he could tell she was incredibly sick of it. Her face was scrunched up and she bit down on her bottom lip, but not in the way he was used to seeing when he was slamming into her and fucking the gorgeous girl senseless. She was tired and annoyed, her features scrunching up because she was in pain and her lip being tugged in between her teeth to keep from yelling at the man hovering over her.

“Come, on (Y/N).” Mitch sighed when she gave a pathetic attempt of getting him off of her. “It’s like you’re not even trying.”

“That’s because I’m not. I’m tired and I just want this to be over already.” She retorted, not even hiding her temper. The usually bubbly and happy girl was irritated and sore, beyond ready to take a soothing shower to relax all of her aching muscles.

“Well, if this were a real fight your wishes would’ve certainly been granted by now.” He replied, not making any effort to get off of her.

“Really?” She asked.

“Yes, because you’d be dead.”

“Fighting back is too hard.” She groaned, letting her head fall onto the floor as she shut her eyelids in an attempt to rest. “Maybe I’d be better off dead considering it requires less work.”

“Hey, open your eyes.” Mitch stated, getting a hold of her chin in his calloused hand and she reluctantly obliged. “Being dead is not the better option and you know it. Now, defend yourself and push me off of you.”

“I can’t.” (Y/N) shook her head, sighing. “I’m too tired.”

“This isn’t a suggestion. This is an order.” The assassin commanded, a stream of lust rushing through her body as an immediate reaction. “Do as I say, (Y/N).”

“I’m not one of your recruits, Mitch.” The young woman bit down on her lip and he instantly noticed the lustful meaning behind it. “You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Princess, I already am.” Rapp smirked, his dick straining against his boxers at the sight of her continuing to chew on her bottom lip. “Push. Me. Off.”

(Y/N) shook her head as a smirk appeared on her mouth and it made Mitch’s heart stop from how alluring she looked. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips plump and swollen, her eyes playful as they stared up at him, her soft hair sprawled out on the floor and even the sweat accumulated on her forehead made her glow beautifully. He has yet to admit it and there’s a good chance he never will, but this girl beneath him had Mitch completely wrapped around her finger.

After Katrina, his entire world fell apart. His first love’s death ended up creating a gaping hole inside of Rapp’s heart. He tried to heal himself with anything he could find, but his wound just continued to bleed. Food, alcohol, drugs, sex, violence and eventually revenge were different ways the young man seeked to bandage himself up. But, the bleeding still managed to ooze through. That is, until he met her.

(Y/N) waltzed into his life unexpectedly and did the one thing he couldn’t even do for himself. Without knowing it, she reached into his wounds and pulled the core of the pain that was holding him to his dreadful past out and destroyed it, showing Rapp how to make peace and find the balance he was so desperately looking for.

“You need to stop biting your lip or you’ll find yourself getting fucked mercilessly by me in a matter of seconds.” Mitch warned her, (Y/N)’s core already drenching her laced panties. “So, unless you want that, you need to stop biting your fucking lip.”

She didn’t say anything, she just prepared herself for the intense fun that was about to come as she stared him straight in the eye and bit her lip one last time.

Mitch immediately snapped and his mouth was crashing on hers in seconds, just like he promised. He lifted himself slightly so he could open her legs before him and fit himself in between them as her hands flew to his long and silky hair, her lips deepening their passionate kiss so she could push her tongue inside of his warm mouth. (Y/N) couldn’t hold back her moans at how skillful and dominant he was with his tongue, glad that they were already on the floor and she didn’t have to worry about falling down from how weak her knees felt. When they both needed to breathe, Rapp bit down on her bottom lip (because he had been wanting to do that all night) and pulled before completely letting go for their lungs to catch the air they were begging for.

His hands flew to the over sized shirt she was wearing, that just so happened to be his, and didn’t even think twice before effortlessly ripping it apart. A gasp emitted from her throat and he simply smirked before lifted her back off of the floor to reach behind and unclasp her bra, he would’ve happily torn that apart as well but he knew she wouldn’t like it. After pulling down the straps, (Y/N)’s bra was flung across his apartment and neither one of them cared enough to see where it could’ve possibly landed.

Mitch’s lips instantly wrapped around one of her breasts, his tongue flicking her perky nipple, and (Y/N) arched her body into his bare chest. She immediately moaned when she felt his hard bulge poke the inside of her thigh and she knew that from how turned on they both were, this would be over faster than it even started. Just as Rapp bit down on her nipple and a strangled whimper fell from her lips, one of (Y/N)’s hands moved to the hem of his sweatpants and pulled at it so that her other hand could push past both it and his boxers. As soon as her hand wrapped around his erection, Mitch hummed in appreciation against her breast causing vibrations to immediately shoot throughout her entire body and land in her aching core.

(Y/N) tightened her grip on him before slowly pumping Mitch’s shaft and he had to actually stop giving (Y/N) her share of pleasure because there was so much of it flooding inside of him that he couldn’t concentrate. Mitch rested his head on her bare chest and allowed her to continue working on him, occasionally thrusting his hips into her hand to let her know he wanted her to move a little faster. The sight of him drowning in his own desire in front of her was enough to make (Y/N) come undone right there, but she held back as much as she could. It was when Mitch moaned again against her that she knew she needed him fucking her as soon as possible.

“Mitch, I need you baby.” She mewled and the young man’s cock twitched at the sound alone.

Even though his body screamed at him for it, he placed his hand on her arm and pulled her grip off of his cock. But, she managed to swipe up the leaking precum from his tip before he did and she instinctively brought the salty liquid up to her mouth, gladly sucking on her finger. Rapp’s own finger traced down her stomach to the hem of her soaking panties and even though her body was extremely heated and sweaty from their training session, his touch left goosebumps on her skin. Pulling down her panties with both of his hands and placing it on the floor beside them, the next to go were his sweatpants followed by his boxers.

(Y/N)’s eyes fell to the dark hair below his stomach before they trailed down to his erection, the sight of Mitch’s red and swollen tip making her lick her lips. The assassin’s hands gripped harshly onto her thighs and spread them apart before lining himself at her entrance and slamming in without giving her as much as a warning. (Y/N) screamed in response, her body arching up, and Mitch didn’t even wait for her to adjust before already thrusting into her warmth. It was a good thing she was incredibly lubricated from how turned on she was as he fucked her rapidly, both seeking their release as fast as they could.

Rapp looked down at her bouncing tits then to their connecting bodies and moaned at the delicious sight, his eyes rolling to the back of his head in pleasure. (Y/N)’s own eyes were shut tight as she concentrated on the orgasm she knew would soon be arriving. Even though the sound of his skin slapping against hers was loud and wet, (Y/N) surprisingly loved the feeling of his balls slamming against her ass repeatedly along with the familiar and amazing feeling of his thick width stretching her tight walls. Knowing she was undoubtedly close to her peak, Mitch brought one of his hands down to her clit and began rubbing furiously in sync with his pounding. (Y/N) immediately screamed, the overwhelming pleasure too much on her and in a matter of seconds a flash of heat spread throughout her. He continued pressing, circling and flicking her nub and she couldn’t find the will to stop the pornographic noises that rose in her throat from escaping as she dissolved into his skilled hand.

It took everything Rapp had in him not to cum right when she did and clenched around him, his self control insanely impressive. The moment she finished getting down from her high and gripped onto his shoulders to tell him to stop, Mitch did and ignored the throbbing in his dick as he pulled out. Pushing away the sleepiness that threatened to take over her from just having a mind blowing orgasm, (Y/N) grabbed his hips and guided Rapp to place his cock wet with her juices in between her breasts. He understood what she was offering him and he smiled smugly at her. The beautiful woman pressed her breasts together around him to create a tighter environment and he began to thrust. From the mixture of how good it felt to fuck in between her breasts, watch her close her eyes and bite down on her extremely swollen lips, and the fact that he was already near his orgasm, it didn’t take long for Mitch to reach it.

After a few quick thrusts, his tip released hot cum as his body accepted the unbelievable pleasure that came with it. (Y/N) was caught by surprise when his liquid coated not only her chest, but her chin and a bit even managed to reach her bottom lip. However, she certainly didn’t hate it. Actually quite the opposite, to be exact. As Rapp came back down from his euphoria, she licked her bottom lip and enjoyed his taste on her tongue.

Bringing his hand over to his torn short on the floor, Mitch used the leftover fabric to clean up the mess he created on her body. She smiled up at him at his sudden kindness, but failed to notice the light blush painting his cheeks. The warmth she caused on his skin similar to the warmth she sparked inside of him. Mitch Rapp was a cold, distant and emotionless man before her. His entire purpose was to destroy and kill, never feeling the need to go beyond that. However, (Y/N) went out of her way to show him he wasn’t just a weapon nor a machine, but an actual human. She was the sun that brightened his life when he didn’t even know what light looked like anymore. She shined on him and, Mitch being the moon, he reflected the light she gave him.

The heartbreaking part is he will never allow himself to accept the fact that he was falling for her thanks to his concern of not being able to get back up. It’s not that she won’t catch him, he’s certain she would, it’s the fact that as his feelings for her grow so does his fear of losing her. That’s the biggest problem about loving someone: the vulnerability. As soon as someone becomes an important part of your life, it’s agonizing to know that they can be snatched away at any moment.

That’s why Mitch Rapp doesn’t do love because he doesn’t tolerate chance or risks. He’s an assassin and he’s trained to be objective, analytical, cold, and logical. All things love does not consist of.

“Alright,” Mitch cleared his throat, standing from the floor and picking up his clothes. “Five minute break and then we’re back to training.”

“What?!” (Y/N) exclaimed, immediately sitting up as he dressed himself.

“You heard me.” Rapp stated, walking over to where he spotted her bra and tossed it to her. “You had your break, now it’s time to get back to work.”

“Mitch, I don’t want to train anymore.” She disagreed, but put on both her panties and bra nonetheless.

“I don’t care.” He shrugged. “We’re not finishing until you get it right.”

(Y/N) knew that there was no point in trying to get herself out of this one, Mitch was too persistent. She simply sighed before walking over to his bedroom and approaching his wardrobe to grab a shirt and leggings out of the drawer that was specifically separated for her clothes. She heard the sound of his feet patting against the hardwood floor as he also entered his bedroom and made his way over to his bed to grab the shirt that was laying amongst the sheets. In complete silence, the two finished dressing themselves before Rapp turned around to look at her as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Do I at least have time to take a quick shower?” (Y/N) asked, slightly annoyed.

“What’s the point if you’re just gonna get sweaty again?” Mitch questioned and she immediately huffed, walking back out into the living room. He sensed he had said something that ticked her off, but he couldn’t exactly understand what or why.

“What is it?” He asked, following her.

“Nothing.” She shook her head, pulling the hair tie on her wrist off so she could put her messy hair up in a ponytail. “Let’s just get this over with already.”

“Fine by me.” Mitch shrugged.

The moment she finished fixing her hair, the assassin charged towards her. (Y/N) immediately reacted and dodged his first attempt to wrap his strong arms around her shoulder, but failed when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. Using his free hand, Rapp grabbed her other wrist and she groaned when she realized she couldn’t use her hands anymore. Forcing her to use another method of defense and she instantly turned her body so her back was against his chest and his hands were twisted awkwardly, making it hard for him to be the one with the edge. She thought she had it all figured out until Mitch, suddenly, used the situation he was in to his advantage and locked her into his hold by pressing his arms against her chest and forcing his on her back.

“Okay, okay!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “You made your point, I’ll use another tactic. Let me out.”

“No, you never know what awful situation you’ll find yourself in.” Rapp stated. “Get yourself out.”

With anger striking inside of her, (Y/N) used her elbow to nudge it into his stomach and her lover immediately grunted in reaction. The small distraction was enough to allow her to free herself and she smiled proudly when she did.

“See? You can do this.” Mitch smirked, rubbing the area she just hurt before approaching the kitchen and pulling out a knife from its stand. “Here.” He said, handing her the knife. “Attack me.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” (Y/N) sighed, looking up at him with narrow eyes.

“I’m not.”

“This is ridiculous.”

“Just, do it.” Rapp commanded. “I’ll be fine, you won’t hurt me.”

“I know I won’t hurt you. It’s me I’m worried about.” She explained, the knife being awkwardly held in her hand. “What if I slip up and cut myself?”

“I won’t let that happen.” Mitch spread his feet and planted them on the floor. “Now, come on.”

(Y/N) took a deep breath, then, rushed towards him with the knife raised in the air. She tried to attack him through a surprising angle, but being the expert that he is, Mitch easily saw it coming. Effortlessly knocking her arm with his, the knife fell to the ground and the sound of the metal loudly clanging against the hardwood floor echoed through the room. (Y/N) expected Mitch to stop there and show her what she had done wrong, but instead he grabbed her waist and slammed her up against the nearest wall. The air in her lungs instantly being knocked out from the sudden force as her head harshly hit the wall and she didn’t even try to hide how it hurt her.

“Seriously?” Rapp scoffed. “That was the stupidest method you could’ve used. Anyone in there right mind would’ve seen it coming.”

“Get off of me.” She demanded, pushing his arms off of her body but failing.

“No, listen to me-”

“No, you listen to me, Mitch.” (Y/N) angrily interrupted, pushing his arms again and this time he actually let go. “I’m tired and I’m sore. You just fucking hurt me and didn’t even notice it because you’re too obsessive with this shit.”

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, genuinely upset with himself for causing her pain. “But you have to learn.”

“No, I don’t. I don’t want to learn to be an assassin like you.”

It was a simple comment, never made to hurt him and, yet, it did. Mitch was slightly taken aback, but managed to clear his throat before speaking in favor of his case.

“I’m not teaching you to be an assassin.” He stated. “I’m teaching you to defend yourself in case you ever need to.”

“Why would I need to?” (Y/N) questioned loudly. “I’m not constantly in dangerous situations like you.”

But you could be. Mitch thought to himself, considering the possibilities of his enemies ever finding out that his biggest weakness was the girl standing right before him.

“Jesus Christ, Mitch, I’m a wedding planner!” She continued, now pacing the area in front of him. “I promote love, not violence!”

“You’re not promoting violence!” Mitch responded, now shouting along with her. “You just have to be safe! Because I don’t want anything to ha-”

The assassin instantly stopped himself before he could go any further. But, (Y/N) certainly wasn’t having any of it. Mitch Rapp was about to say something he felt for the first time since they met and she wasn’t about to let this moment slip away.

“Anything to what?!” She questioned, taking a step towards him. “Finish your sentence, Mitch.”

Frustration boiled inside of her when he refused to say anything, instead his hard eyes remained on hers as her blood heated up. (Y/N) was tired of this lifestyle they had together where he denied any bit of feelings towards her and they pretended like that was okay. She knew he was a hard person to crack, but she also knew that deep down he definitely felt something for her. Every question she’s ever had about them invaded her thoughts all at once and she seriously thought her head would explode. Until, finally, her temper and patience did.

“What are we?” She asked, feeling small and vulnerable. However, once again, Rapp failed to speak. “Mitch!”

His problem solving abilities searched through every bit of knowledge he had achieved over the years in order to fix this, but his mind couldn’t find anything to help him. This wasn’t the type of issue that could be solved logically or without any emotion and Mitch was terrified of it. On one hand, he could tell her the truth about his love for her (but that means starting a relationship with her which could end up getting her killed) or he could just lie.

As much as it pained him, Mitch Rapp chose the second option.

“Nothing.” He stated, watching as she shattered into pieces. “We’re nothing.”

“So, you’re telling me that every night we spend together wrapped into each other’s arms is nothing?” (Y/N) began, not caring that he could see tears now streaming down her cheeks. “Or how I have a drawer in your wardrobe specifically for my clothes since I’m constantly here with you because we’re nothing? You’re telling me that my definition of home no longer being a place, but actually being you is a result of nothing?”

Mitch only thought of his answers and didn’t dare say them, the main one consisting of: Of course not, there’s no way you could be just nothing when you’re everything to me.

“Mitch, I need you to be honest with me. Please, don’t hold back.” She requested, her heart beating faster in fear of the answer to the question she was about to ask. “Am I just an easy fuck to you?”

His cold heart sunk into his stomach and was instantly consumed by the agonizing acid, the pain he felt from her incorrect assumption greater than any broken bone or bullet wound he’s ever received. Mitch didn’t have the capacity to respond and (Y/N) interpretated the tense silence as an answer.

She was well aware that Rapp believed he was incapable of love and, in the time they spent together, she desperately tried to show him he was wrong. And, yet, it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough, she thought.

With a heavy heart, (Y/N) walked over to the door to his apartment and put on her shoes that were resting on the welcome mat. As soon as she finished, she opened the front door and looked back at him one last time.

“Mitch, I know you’re not whole after everything that’s ever happened to you.” She sobbed. “But, you can’t fix yourself by breaking me.”

(Y/N) didn’t even bother staying to hear what he could possibly say, if he even had it in him to say anything at all, she simply walked out of the door as Mitch watched her leave. The thing about this girl is that she somehow managed to open the door to his heart again, only to end up closing her own because of him. Rapp was like a deadly virus and he knew it.

The uncontrollable tears escaped her eyes as (Y/N) exited the apartment complex and reached into her pocket to find her cellphone with the intent of calling for an Uber when she realized she was wearing leggings and had left her phone inside of Mitch’s. There was no way she was turning back now and getting it, she’d much rather buy a new one than ever have to go through facing him again. Walking towards any direction, not really caring where she was headed to, (Y/N) sobbed loudly in the dark and lonely streets. A gust of cold wind flew against her and danced on her skin, the young woman shivering in response. However, the shivering because of the cold was nothing compared to the shaking she was about to feel in a matter of seconds.

When (Y/N) least expected it, a loud sound of tires screeching against the asphalt of the road snatched her attention and she turned towards the source. Suddenly, a black car stopped right in front of her and a set of two incredibly large men rushed out of it and charged at her. A mixture of fear and adrenaline attacked her body before they could. (Y/N) immediately moved into action and turned around to run away, but one of the attackers wrapped his strong arms around her. She knew she wasn’t equipped enough to fight them off, now regretting ever disagreeing with Mitch about him training her, and the only chance she had of surviving would be to escape. Just like she did a few minutes ago, (Y/N) pushed her elbow into the stomach of the person holding her but much harder this time. The man gasped when the air was knocked out of him and loosened his grip enough for her to slip out.

Just when she thought she could run away, the other man grabbed her waist and she screamed loudly when​ he pulled her back towards them. (Y/N) didn’t know what to do next, but she knew that she was absolutely terrified. Her mind immediately thinking about Mitch and all of the times he told her: You can’t rely on other people to swoop in and save you, you have to save yourself. And (Y/N) cried and struggled in the stranger’s grasp, but she knew she couldn’t save herself. It was too late.

The man grabbed her wrists and held it behind her back, pulling out a zip tie from his pocket and locking her hands together. The one she hit had finally managed to recompose himself and, as she screamed at the top of her lungs, he put a dark pillowcase over her head. Everything immediately going to black.


Mitch Rapp paced his living room, constantly running his hand through his strands of dark hair. If this were a cartoon he certainly would’ve created a hole in the hardwood floor by now.

He hated himself for letting her believe she was nothing but a fuck toy to him and how he just let her walk away. He despised that he didn’t know how to deal with the insane amount of emotions pooling inside of him. But, mainly, Rapp loathed that he couldn’t love her the way she deserved to be loved.

I have to go after her. Mitch thought to himself, rushing towards his bedroom to switch out of his sweatpants and into regular blue jeans. The biggest problem was he had no idea where she could’ve possibly gone. It’s been about twenty minutes since she stormed out which meant she could be anywhere at this point.

An idea struck into his mind and Rapp immediately approached his cellphone on the bed side table, pressing on her contact number and calling her. His nerves danced on his skin as he listened to the rings and waited impatiently for her to pick up when he, suddenly, heard another phone ringing in his bedroom. The sound was muffled and hard to locate its source, but Mitch eventually did. Finding (Y/N)’s cell tangled into the sheets of his bed, his mind realizing she had left without grabbing it first. Rapp let out a groan of frustration before ending the call and throwing his phone on the bed with hers.

There was only one option left: go to her house and hope to God she went there after their fight. Mitch got his car keys and a loaded gun, because the man never left the house without being armed, before slipping on his shoes and walking out of his door. His foot unexpectedly stepped on something new and the sound of crumpling paper stopped him in his tracks. Looking down to the floor, he realized there was a letter made out of cut out magazine parts on his doormat. Rapp’s curiosity took over and the young man bent down, grabbing the piece of paper. His eyes immediately widened when he realized his name was on it.

Mitch Rapp, it’s your life in exchange for hers. You can still save (Y/N).

Normally, the assassin would be calm and strategical in a dangerous situation, but he has never faced one quite like this. His breath hitched in his throat and his hands began to shake at the thought of the one thing he was terrified of actually happening. He knew what this was about, he knew this was a gang of terrorists he certainly pissed off and were now going after him. And Rapp knew he could easily kill every single one of them thanks to his alarming amount of skills, yet, he couldn’t help feeling scared.

His mind instantly pictured (Y/N) terrified in the warehouse of the address Mitch recognized under the threat. He felt sick as he imagined the horrible and disgusting things ways they were probably torturing her to extract information on him. This was the day Mitch Rapp was so afraid of, but he wasn’t going to stand around and do nothing. Without second thought, Mitch decided he was going to give himself up for her.

The assassin quickly ran into his car and sped to the location they held her in. It was a utility warehouse meant for stocking cargo that needed to be shipped internationally. As soon as he arrived, Mitch didn’t even wait before arming his gun and rushing out of his vehicle, shooting the two men that were there waiting for him straight in the head. Mitch Rapp usually had mercy, but certainly not towards the people who dare kidnapped (Y/N). He would do and kill anything to make sure she got out of here safe.

The five men inside of the warehouse immediately jumped when the sudden and loud banging of a door being kicked down echoed through the empty space. (Y/N)’s wet and sore eyes from crying so much searched for the source of the invasion and her heart stopped then melted in her chest when she saw a very angry Mitch Rapp standing in the doorway with his gun held up. It didn’t matter that there was tape stretched across her lips, (Y/N) somehow managed to smile at his arrival and she cried even more.

Rapp’s eyes landed on the girl he loved and rage boiled up inside of him like never before at the sight of her hands tied to a chair, duct tape on her mouth, her ponytail uncharacteristically messy from the amount of times they must’ve pulled on her hair as they forced her around, and her eyes bloodshot. The man was about to ensue hell because they had laid a finger on her and nothing was going to stop his blood lust. Without even saying anything, Mitch’s finger pulled the trigger of his gun and a bullet landed right in the spot in between one of the men’s eyes. The terrorist instantly fell limp to the ground, blood pooling around his dead body.

“One down, four more to go.” Rapp threatened, taking a step towards the remaining men and they began to wonder whether or not this plan was a good one. “Who’s next?”

All of them lifted theirs guns and positioned them in front of Mitch but despite the fact that he had four powerful weapons pointed at him, his only concern was about the crying girl strapped to the uncomfortable chair. It didn’t matter that he was at a serious disadvantage or that this was the exact kind of situation Stan Hurley told him to always avoid getting himself into, Rapp held his position and never faltered.

“Answer my question!” Mitch shouted, his veins bulging against his neck.

She is next if you don’t put that gun down!” One of the men threatened with a strong foreign accent, lifting (Y/N)’s head up by her hair and placing the cold metal tip of his gun against her temple.

Rapp had more than four bullets in his load and he could easily kill every single one of them in the next minute, but what was to say they wouldn’t kill (Y/N) before their own deaths? As much as he didn’t want to, Mitch dropped his gun down to the ground and kicked it towards the terrorists before lifting his hands up to show them they were unarmed. Another one of them, with his gun still raised, approached Rapp and patted him down to see if he truly was clean and quickly realized he was. The man stuffed his gun in the waistband of his pants and pulled Mitch’s hands behind his back, holding them in place.

“Do you have any idea how much money is on your head?” The one holding (Y/N) captive spoke up, looking at the assassin with a sick smile on his face. “You’re a valuable man, Mitch Rapp.”

“Just let her go.” He demanded, his eyes staring into (Y/N)’s and hers gazing right back at his.

“Hmm, it seems that I owe you an apology for we won’t be able to keep our promise.” The criminal stated and Rapp’s heart stopped instantly. “You see, your precious little girlfriend here surprised us all when she killed one of our own. She must die as well.”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Mitch yelled angrily and desperately, the man holding him struggling to keep him in place. “This is about me! Take me!”

“Mitch, think of how romantic it’ll be!” The man laughed. “The two lovers having their last day on Earth together? It can’t get more poetic than that.”

“I am not here to play your games.” Rapp warned, his anger strong enough to start a war. “Let her live or you’ll regret ever crossing me.”

“I’d like to see you prove it.”

The sentence was enough to spark action inside of him and he instantly went to work without stopping to think about the consequences. Harshly pulling his hands out of the man’s grasp, Mitch quickly turned around and grabbed the terrorist’s gun before he could. Spending only a few seconds to arm it, Rapp pulled the trigger and shot a clean bullet through the bad guy’s heart. The assassin turned around and all hell broke loose.

Fear ran through (Y/N)’s body as she watched the men shoot at each other, but she told herself she needed to be strong. Even though the man holding her, without taking the gun off her temple, leaned down to untie her arms from the chair, (Y/N) somehow convinced herself that she was indeed strong. She didn’t let a single sob or whine erupt from her throat, instead she allowed the man to lift her up and wrap his free hand around her.

“Mitch!” He shouted at the same time that another terrorist’s dead body fell to the ground because of the assassin. “Stop right now!”

Suddenly, the criminal threw his gun on the floor and reached into his belt to pull out a huge and sharp knife. Rapp’s entire body went limp as the terrorist held it up against her exposed neck because he knew, that at this point, there wasn’t much he could do. The gun was one thing, but a knife… a knife was much riskier. The assassin had no other choice than to do everything they asked in a final attempt to make sure she lives.

“Put the gun against your head.” The man commanded and Mitch winced before doing exactly as he said, knowing this could possibly be the way he granted her survival. “Now, pull the trigger.”

(Y/N) screamed at the top of her lungs, the sound muffled by the tape but still incredibly strong and loud. Mitch Rapp looked at her one last time, his eyes glossing over with tears, and he enjoyed his last seconds of life by just gawking at her. Despite the eerie situation that sent chills down any man’s spine, he was calm and felt at peace as he memorized every single feature on her beautiful face. Her eyes he so easily found himself getting lost in, her cheeks that flushed whenever he smiled at her, her button nose that scrunched up every time she was concentrated and her perfect lips that were constantly tugged in between her white teeth were the last things he wanted to see before he saw nothing but absolute darkness.

However, (Y/N) was never going to allow that to happen. Just as Mitch took a deep breath in preparation for what he was about to do, she immediately brought her arm up and knocked the bad guy’s own arm as hard as she could just like Mitch did with her earlier. Because he wasn’t at all expecting it, the man instantly dropped the knife and (Y/N) didn’t even wait before grabbing the arm around her with both of her hands and turning around so she could twist it in a painful angle. The man shouted in agony and the two other men left in the room watched in complete awe, both at a loss for words.

(Y/N) bent down and grabbed the knife from the ground before piercing it into his stomach, immediately taking a step back in shock. It wasn’t enough to kill him like she did with the first guy, but it definitely did buy them some time. Enough time for Mitch to snap out of his trance and swoop in, using the gun in his hand to finish him off. The last remaining terrorist looked around the room that was full of the bodies of his friends and he decided he would try to avenge every single one of them.

Throwing his gun aside and grabbing his own knife, the man charged towards Rapp and (Y/N) shouted for him to notice what was going on. Knowing that he wouldn’t really be able to work well with a gun because they were designed for targets at a distance and considering the man was already dangerously close to Rapp, (Y/N) pulled out the knife from her attacker’s stomach and tossed it to Mitch who easily caught it. Just as the foreigner lifted his hand with the knife in it to kill Mitch, the assassin grabbed his arm with his free hand and used his other one to thrust down onto the man’s wrist causing him to drop his weapon. Without waiting, Rapp instantly lifted his knife again and plunged it through the man’s neck, who fell to the ground and died in a matter of seconds.

The two survivors let out deep breaths as a wave relief hit both of them and washed away all of the stress, agony, anger, and fear they had been feeling since they’re fight at Mitch’s. Time slowed down to watch the two lovers turn around towards one another and run into each other’s comforting arms. Rapp instantly wrapped his arms around her body and she used her own hands to grip onto his black shirt, sobs escaping her throat and tears staining his clothes. However, (Y/N) wasn’t the only one crying for Mitch couldn’t hold back his own tears either. Holding her as tight as he could because he was so afraid of letting go, Rapp placed soft kisses on her head (some of his tears falling down on her hair) as they both wept into each other’s arms.

It wasn’t just about the fact that the two almost died that they felt this way, it was mostly about how (Y/N) and Mitch now realize how stupid their fight was. (Y/N) was thankful for what little self defense he taught her because it ultimately saved her life and Rapp discovered he wasn’t willing to push his feelings back anymore. He wanted to love her fully even if it came with agonizing risks.

“I’m sorry.” (Y/N) spoke up first after she pulled off the tape on her mouth, her voice shakey and unstable. “You were right and I should’ve listened to you. I want to be trained, Mitch. Please teach me.”

“Of course.” He nodded, pulling back slightly so he could place his hand on her cheek and bring her face up to look at him. “And I’m sorry, too. I lied to you, (Y/N). You’re not nothing to me, you’re everything.”

For the second time since she’s been kidnapped, she smiled, both times because of the man currently holding her together. As she looked up at him, Mitch used his thumb to wipe away the tears on her skin and she did the same to him. It was a beautiful sight, the two gazing at each other and confessing through their eyes their love for the other. It didn’t matter what came up next to try to destroy them, (Y/N) and Rapp would fight together, side by side.


Desperate lips smashed together as a mixture of sobs and moans transferred through their mouths. Clothes were long gone on the floor, replaced by their naked limbs tangling within each other on Mitch’s bed. (Y/N)’s back arched in complete pleasure as her love continued to pump two fingers into her soaking wet core, quickly helping her reach the point of no return. Rapp moaned, his voice vibrating her mouth, and his cock twitched against her leg the instant she clenched around his fingers with her orgasm. It was her second of the night, the first one coming right after he used only his tongue to pleasure her.

The moment they realized they were no longer in danger, Mitch and (Y/N) rushed home to be as close as humanly possible. What happened tonight took a serious toll on them. (Y/N) wanted to show him that she loved every single thing about him, no matter how different he was from her, and Rapp desperately needed to show her that he was ready for the love they would share because of how (Y/N) made the once numb man actually feel something again.

“Can you handle one more?” Mitch asked the second she shuddered when he removed his fingers from her highly sensitive core and she slowly nodded.

As Rapp placed his wet fingers into his mouth and happily sucked off her juices from his skin, the young man used his other hand to open the drawer in his bedside table and pull out a condom from its box. (Y/N) took it from him and ripped the package open with her teeth, Mitch watching in awe, before putting it on his hard erection. Removing his fingers from his mouth, Rapp got a hold of his shaft and positioned himself at (Y/N)’s entrance. He gazed into her eyes in a way to ask for permission and she gladly nodded, her own beautiful pupils looking up at the man hovering over her in amusement when she noticed an odd emotion flicker in them.

Mitch lowered his head and looked at their bodies that were about to connect before looking up at her chest rising and falling and, suddenly, felt extremely nervous. He took a deep breath as the back of his eyes started to burn with upcoming tears.

“What’s wrong?” (Y/N) asked, placing her hand on his bare chest to stop his actions. “Are you okay?”

Rapp reluctantly looked up into her eyes and she could see his glossing over, her heart instantly wrenching at the sight.

“Mitch?”

“I’m scared.” Rapp confessed, feeling insanely small and vulnerable.

Without needing him to explain any further for her to understand nor saying a single word, (Y/N) lifted her head and placed a gentle kiss on his plump lips before deepening it. Their kiss was slow and (Y/N) took her time to show him that she wasn’t going anywhere. It was the type of kiss that mended every single broken thing inside of two people. Warmth spread across their bodies eventually turning into a dangerous fire, yet both felt extremely safe in each other’s arms.

Mitch slowly pushed himself into her core and the two immediately moaned in reaction. (Y/N)’s hands flew to his back and gripped tightly as he stretched her walls and Rapp’s eyes rolled to the back of his head at how incredible she felt around him. Because she was already so overstimulated, Mitch patiently waited for her to give him the go when he entered her completely. Once (Y/N) nodded, her eyes closed in focus, the assassin slowly pulled back and deeply pushed in again. He kept this steady pace and (Y/N)’s heart fluttered against her chest the second she realized that he wasn’t just having sex with her, but making love to her.

When she opened her eyes to gawk at him, he was already staring at her. Rapp’s eyes were wide as he noticed a smile twitch on her lips before she bit down on them. Normally he would think it was the sexiest thing in the world and it’d seduce him immediately, yet at this exact moment Mitch saw it with different eyes. Of course it was still sexy, but all he saw was pure and innocent beauty behind it.

(Y/N)’s nails dug into Rapp’s back and after a few minutes of this deep and slow thrusting, she could sense her fourth orgasm today alone creeping up on her. Mitch brought his hand down to her thigh and moved it to a deeper angle, now hitting her g-spot and that is what ultimately pushed her over the edge. Rapp groaned out when her nails definitely created bruises in his skin before she came back down from her ecstasy.

Mitch stopped and (Y/N) opened her now sleepy eyes to look at him, asking through her features why he had.

“Can you be on top of me?” Rapp asked, the woman’s breath hitching at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of her sensitive walls.

Pushing his hips so he could pull out of her, (Y/N) sat up on the bed and moved Mitch so he could lay down. Throwing her leg over his body to straddle him, Rapp settled his hands on her waist before closing his eyes in pleasure when she pushed him inside of her by sitting on his dick. Going slow at first, then picking up the pace, (Y/N) gladly helped him reach his own orgasm. Mitch grunted and moaned as she rode him deliciously until she purposely clenched around him and he instantly came undone. The girl watching in complete awe, her lover never looking more beautiful than in this exact moment.

It was said before that (Y/N) had him completely wrapped around her finger, but what wasn’t mentioned is how Mitch Rapp is the one that holds this woman’s heart in his hands. Even though he couldn’t be more wrong, Mitch strongly believes that he is a danger and a burden to her because they were so different. Because he was the moon and she was the sun. Because he was war and she was peace. He was violence and she was love. He was pain and she was happiness. He was was death and she was life. He was darkness and she was light.

However, what Rapp didn’t understand at the moment but (Y/N) would make sure he did in the future was that he wasn’t her destruction like he initially believed to be: He was her salvation.

Of course everyone wants to be the sun to lighten up someone’s life, but it’s also beautiful to be the moon like Mitch Rapp and brighten in the darkest hour.

One More? (Smut)

Summary: Shawn x Older partner. Overstimulation. Almost 4k of utter filth. I’m tellin’ you.

S/o to the homegirl @achinglyshawn as always for encouraging me. 

This one’s a mouthful. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy. 


Sometimes, it slips your mind that you ever had to teach Shawn how to please you. You showed him how you liked to be touched by guiding his hands across your body. He explored every inch of you to see what made you tick.

You still think about it every now and then, even if it was so long ago. He wasn’t intimidated by your experience at all. But rather enthralled by it and the fact that he could learn. And boy, did he learn. What he lacked in experience, he made up for with his enthusiasm.

He was freshly 19 when you met him, still grasping the motions of sex and how to please. By now he knows what you like, knows how to swipe his tongue against you in just right way to have you arching off the bed. And now he’s sinking into you and hitting that sweet spot that makes your eyes roll back and toes curl.

It’s incredible, really, the way neither one of you can get enough of each other. The push and pull of your bodies says it all. Shawn is nothing but relentlessly thorough with you. It’s no surprise and may be one of the many reasons you love him so much. So while you feel yourself coming undone underneath him, he grinds his hips into yours, groaning hot against your ear, “Yes, yes yes. Keep comin’ for me.”

He stills himself, buried deep inside you as you shake from your climax. You’re clenched around him tight, coaxing him to come. His eyes are fixated on the way your lips move when you gasp out his name and the litany of “ohgodohgodyes.” It’s a song he wants to hear you sing over and over again. More often than not, he does.

He tears his eyes away as he pushes himself so he can look down between the two of you, watching himself inch his way out before he slowly pushes in one more time. It’s one of his favorite things; watching himself disappear inside you. The sight itself draws out a “fuck, look at you takin’ all of me” because he knows he’s giving you what’s yours.

Shawn then slips himself out, leaving you empty and your walls clenching around where he was. But, as you lie there catching your breath, you both know that you’re thoroughly fucked. He’s making his way down your body, lips tracing your skin on the way. You whine at the sensation of him mouthing at your flushed skin and he chuckles against you. The action makes you flinch underneath him because you’re still so sensitive.

“So good to me,” you praise, running your hand down his chest as he sits up.

“Always,” he replies. It’s absolutely true. 

He’s sitting in between your spread legs, hands stroking up and down the tops of your thighs. Shawn’s gaze doesn’t falter from yours and he’s waiting for you. He has this insatiable hunger for you that that he needs to take care of by satisfying you.

The same goes for you and in this moment you need to take care of him. You want him beneath you writhing and panting because it’s one of the prettiest things you’ve ever laid eyes on. The first time you had him beneath you like that, you just knew there was no going back.

His hands are still roaming but you reach down to pull him up towards you. He happily obliges as he crawls his way back up, lips meeting yours in a heated kiss. You sigh in content against his lips, pushing against his shoulder to get him to lie down. He easily complies, lips breaking from you as he lies back and settles his head against the pillows. 

Your gaze wanders down his chest before settling on his cock. It’s flush against his belly and he’s so fucking hard for you. There’s sense of satisfaction deep in your gut knowing that’s what you’ve done to him. You have him beneath you, hands gripping your thighs as you straddle him, begging you to touch him. A bead of precome leaks from his cock and you know once you have him in your mouth the combination of him and you will invade your senses. That’s enough to get you wet for him again.

He’s so good for you, he always is, and tonight is no exception. You lean down, covering his chest with yours as you let your lips trace along his jaw. He groans deep in his throat as his hands travel to rest on the small of your back. Thumbs rubbing circles against your skin as you continue your assault on his neck.

“God, baby. Look how hard you are for me,” you whisper against his skin, nipping your teeth gently into his neck. You can see his cock twitch in your peripheral as you bite down again, digging just a little bit harder below his ear as he lets out a moan. A wicked smile forms on your lips as you find his earlobe, sucking it gently into your mouth before running your tongue up the shell of his ear. Shawn groans again, cursing this time, as his eyes shut, enjoying the feeling of your tongue on his skin.

“Fuck,” he gasps out. “So fuckin’ hard for you,” he pants. You can hear the strain in his voice as he turns his head into the pillow.

Slowly, you push yourself up so you’re straddling him again, dangerously close to his balls but not enough for him to rut into you. You bring a hand up to his stomach, letting your fingers trace along the muscle as you watch him quiver under your touch.

You let your hand run up his chest, fingers grazing against his pulse before your thumb slides up his chin. He’s looking at you through hooded eyes and his lips are already parted as you swipe your thumb along his bottom lip. There’s hitch in his breath as you push your thumb into his mouth. He welcomes it without hesitation, lips wrapping around it as he sucks it in. He looks so fucking good like this, so desperate for you and only you.

He’s distracted, so you take this opportunity to shift yourself up and slide yourself along the length of his cock. The motion takes him by surprise as he groans against your thumb and his nails dig into your hips.

“Don’t worry,” you coo. “I’m gonna take good care of you.” That’s a promise you never intend to break. When you said those words to him for the time, he stared at you, wide eyed and in disbelief, because no girl had ever done that before. He knows now that you’ll always take care of him, the same way you know he’ll always take care of you.

It’s agonizing, really. The way you tease him by grinding against him, dragging your clit along the length of his cock. You press your fingers into the side of his throat one last time before removing it. He whimpers in disappointment from the loss but soon finds himself speechless as he watches you slide your hands up your stomach to palm your breasts. His large hands soon join in and you let him take over, palming and squeezing them together. You could ride him again if you wanted to. Fill yourself to the brim and squeeze your walls around him, but you have other plans as you stop grinding and slip yourself between his legs.

“Please,” he whines out. “I need to feel you.” He’s on the verge of begging, hands gripping the sheets gazing up at you with glossy eyes.

“How bad do you want it?” You need to know, leaning in to lick along the line of his v cut. Hearing the sharp intake of breath he makes is a good indication of how much he wants you.

“So bad,” he chokes out breathlessly, seeking the type of relief he craves from you. His body craves it.

“You want my mouth?” You tease, moving above him so your lips continue to tease his v-line. He’s too busy relishing the feel of your tongue to answer. “Hmm? I asked you a question, Shawn.” There’s a firmness in your voice that Shawn recognizes as your swipe your tongue along his appendectomy scar. His eyes squeeze shut and his mouth falls open for you.

“Y-yes. Please, I need your mouth. Please.” He’s pleading by now. You keep alternating between wet kisses and licking his scar, enough to drive him crazy. His cock twitches, desperate for your touch and your mouth waters. That’ll come in handy, you think, when you get his cock wet again.

The first time you went down on him he didn’t last very long. You didn’t mind, though. You actually expected it, but Shawn was incessantly apologetic about it. “Shit I’m sorry baby, you were so good.” You remember him rambling out, face red from embarrassment as he avoided your eyes.  It was the most endearing encounter you’ve ever had; a guy apologizing for not lasting because you gave amazing head. It made you want him even more. It made you want to show him things that he never knew he would like.

Both of your hands travel up the expanse of his thighs and you can feel them clench beneath your touch. He’s watching you, eyes glued to your hands seeing what they do to him. His cock is still leaking and there’s a spot starting to pool on his stomach. Ever so gently, you run the pad of your middle finger up the underside of his cock until you reach the tip. His breath hitches because you’re finally touching him where it aches most.

He throbs under your touch, but you would rather have him throbbing between your lips. You grip him in your hand as you lean forward and slowly, slowly lick your way up the from his balls to the head of his cock, lips leaving a lingering kiss when you reach the tip. You repeat the motion again, this time swirling your tongue under the head, your eyes on his. Gasped breaths leave his lips and you need to hear more of those delicious sounds.

Holding his cock steady in one hand, you flick your tongue along the head. You watch as he bites his lip and grips the sheets below him. He enjoys this, the tease, because he knows the end result will be explosive. That’s what you want and that’s what you plan on doing every time. Your hair falls, tickling his thighs and he gathers it into one hand, creating a makeshift ponytail. He wants to see what you do to him. Watch himself slip in between your full lips and your pink tongue tease him the way he loves to be teased.

In one fluid motion you take him into your mouth, working your tongue around the tip, getting him wet for you. He’s hot against your tongue and the taste of him is something you can never get enough of. It makes you moan around his cock, his hips jerking at the sensation and pushing him further in between your lips. That only makes you moan again.

You maintain a steady pace, sticking your tongue out as far as you can while you move up and down his shaft. Your hand twists around what your mouth can’t reach, stroking up as you keep bobbing your head. The combination of spit and precome has him wet for you. You were amazed the first time you gave him head by how wet his cock was and how he leaked so readily. It made you wet, still does, in fact, knowing it was all for you.

“Oh god.” He groans out. “Look so fuckin’ pretty takin’ what’s yours.”

“Mmhmm,” is what you manage to say, the vibration making his stomach flip. You slip him out with loud pop. “All mine,” you tell him before taking him in again.

You could go on and on, you think, sucking him slow and steady into your mouth while you watch him fall apart underneath you. It’s a gorgeous view, one you’ve admired since the first time you took him in your mouth.

He starts to push the back of your head gently, letting you know he wants more. You sink down, taking more of him into your mouth and hollowing your cheeks. The strangled “fuck, oh fuck” you hear from him tells you how much he enjoys it.

His skin glistens from the sweat that’s forming when he starts thrusting shallowly between your lips. The action makes you groan as you drop your hands to grip his hips and relax your jaw so he can continue. You work him over, tongue gliding along his shaft, as he continues to snap his hips up.

“Just like that,” he keens out, hand wrapped around your hair holding you still while he keeps sliding his cock in and out of your mouth. You take as much of him as you can with each pass of him between your lips. Labored breaths and loud, steady slurps fill the room. It’s so fucking filthy, but you both feed off of it.

His cock is slick with your spit and his thrusts are more urgent as he pushes your head down to meet with them. He hits the back of your throat and it makes your tear up. You’re able to suppress the urge to gag, breathing through your nose and relaxing your throat for him. You love when he gets to this point; when he’s consumed by pleasure and reacts so well to it. He’s fucking your mouth and you want nothing more than to take what he’s giving you. It took you a few times to convince him you wanted him to use your mouth the way he does now.

You know he cherishes this, the fact that you surrender yourself to him. He knows your limits, so when you feel his fingers swipe against the corners of your eyes you know his wiping away the tears that slipped out.

“You’re fuckin’ incredible,” he rasps out, voice deep with adoration. He’s wrecked for you and you are for him. He starts to ease up on you, his grip loose and thrusts more subdued. You can tell by the way he throbs on your tongue that he’s almost there.

“I’m…I’m close,” his voice wavers as he warns you. He always does just in case you don’t want him in your mouth. Most of the time you do.

On the occasion you don’t, you stroke him steady to completion while you sloppily mouth at his balls. You watch him burst thick ropes of come onto his stomach that you help clean by lapping up for him. The first time you did that he was so taken aback that someone would do that, clean him up like that, that you thought you saw fuckin’ tears in his eyes. That was also the first time he went down on you and when you found out just how eager he was to please.  

You pin his hips against the mattress, slipping him from your mouth, and take a good hard look at him. He’s a mess, to say the least. His bottom lip is red from biting down on it so hard and his eyes still have that glazed look (the one he gets when you’re giving it to him good). His head is tipped back against the pillow, neck stretched out but he’s still looking at you through half-lidded eyes.

“Stay still,” you tell him, voice coming out hoarse. His mouth opens like he’s going to say something but nothing comes out. Instead, he nods his head, tongue slipping out to wet hips lips.

You sit on your knees in between his legs to savor the sight in front of you. The way his cock lays heavy on his stomach begging for release. The way his chest heaves as he breaths and muscles clench under your gaze. He’s yours. All yours. The need to touch yourself is there, but you push that aside when you see his cock jump below you. You lean down to kiss his hip, nipping at the flesh causing him to whimper out. A grin forms on your lips because of how responsive he is to you.

“You’re doing so well,” your voice soothes him as he tries to calm down. Tries. 

Your hand slides up his thigh before wrapping around his cock, giving him a few slow tugs before your mouth joins in and slides over the tip again. He’s saying your name in what sounds like the most obscene moan with his head tipped back against the pillows. The need to pull that from him again is there as you stack your free hand above the other, both twisting at his cock while you swirl your tongue along his tip. He’s groaning now, overwhelmed by what you’re doing to him as he watches you, eyes barely open.

As much as you love to draw this out, you want to see him unravel. You continue licking the head of his cock and quicken the pace of your hands as you slide them around his shaft. His hips move trying to meet with your hands and tongue. He’s saying things that you can vaguely make out, besides “fuck” and “come.” Without any warning you take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck and suck and suck.

His hips buck off the bed as he comes hard, yelling your name out so loud that the neighbors might hear. Let them, you think. You swallow what he has to offer, because frankly, you don’t want to waste a drop of him. After you’ve made sure he was done, you slowly take him out of your mouth, kissing the tip while he regains any composure he has left. A thought comes to mind and a devilish smile plays it way onto your lips.

“Baby,” it sounds so sweet coming from you. Shawn slowly opens his eyes to look down at you. You lick your lips at how disheveled and fucked he looks and you want to get more out of him. He’s always asking (begging, really) you for one more, so it’s only fitting that you do the same.

“One more?” you ask, lips grazing the tip of his cock as you hold him steady with one hand. His eyes widen and you’re almost sure he stops breathing for a second. It takes him a moment to respond because he’s not sure if you’re serious or not.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Shawn chuckles. He’s still trying to catch his breath but it’s no use when you slip him in between your lips again, answering his question. His head falls back and a noise slips out of him that’s almost embarrassing. He might not make it out of this alive.

“Fuck,” he groans. His cock is sensitive as you work him over again, keeping a fast pace as you bob your head, one hand twisting around his shaft and the other palming his balls.

He watches you work his cock over, slipping in and out of your mouth and his hand tangles through your hair to push you further onto him. You chuckle, mouth full of him, as you let him guide you down. You hold nothing back as you keep sucking him harsh into your mouth trying to draw whatever he has left out of him. His nerves are on fire as you keep going and going, taking him further than he’s gone before.

It’s fast and sloppy, now. You want him to come for you again as you attempt to suck the soul out of him through his cock. He’s doing everything he can to watch you without having his eyes roll to the back of his head. Choked moans make their way out of him and by the way he pushes you down and holds you there longer, you know he’s so very close. The hand palming his balls comes up to grip him again, both hands engulfing his cock while you work your magic on the tip one more time.

Desperate moans fill the room as he tightens his grip on your hair. The sensation makes you you hum in pleasure against him, making him jolt his hips up. You bring a hand out to grip his thigh, his cock plunging into your mouth and grazing the back of your throat. It closes around him making you gag, and him growl in pleasure. He does it again, but this time you’re ready for his cock, throat relaxed for him.

“ ‘m gonna come, gonna come” he chants and soon after he’s spilling into your mouth again, a loud “fuck” resonating throughout the room. His thighs tremble underneath you as he comes and he’s grunting out your name as you work him through his orgasm, swallowing the rest of what he has to give. His cock still twitches inside your mouth and you keep him there until it subsides.

You can feel the drip of his cum trickle down the corner of your mouth and you swipe it with your finger, just to bring it up to your lips to clean off. It’s exactly what he would do with after his fingers have been inside you; tasting every last bit that you can. A deep sigh brings you out of your reverie as you eyes snap up to Shawn’s face. There’s a healthy flush that spans from his face down to his neck, hair is pressed against his forehead, and he’s still trying to catch his damn breath.

“Jesus Christ,” he sputters. “Where the hell did that come from?” His gaze is soft and curious as his eyes trace along your face before falling to your lips.

All you do is shrug before you crawl your way up and hover above him, smile on your face as you get a closer look at how spent he is. He smiles back as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you down, lips meeting in searing kiss, undisturbed that he came in your mouth just moments ago.

“That was fuckin’ amazing,” he whispers against your lips while he’s laying you down against the bed. He’s planting kisses across your face; up the bridge of your nose, over your eyelids and across your forehead. A faint “thank you” mumbled against your cheek before he lifts his head back up to get a good look at you. He brings his hand up to your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb and your eyes flutter shut at the touch.

“There’s a first time for everything,” you whisper to him, eyes fluttering open to look at him. He looks at you, confused expression on his face wondering what you mean. “You asked where that came from. First time for everything.”

He laughs, a sound you adore listening too, and drops his head down to kiss you again. Of all people, he understands the sentiment.

Two can play at this game

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March 31.

BAZ:

‘What did you do to him?’

Snow’s girlfriend has followed me out of the dining hall, her hands on her hips and her pretty eyes glaring.

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ I say, arching one eyebrow, and it’s true; I have no fucking clue what she’s on about, except that it’s about Snow. Everything is about Snow.

‘So this isn’t your doing?’ Her eyes are still squinted suspiciously.

‘Sadly, I can’t take credit for whatever has befallen Snow, but I’d love to hear about it.’ I pretend that I’m not worried. I tell myself that I’m glad if he’s hurt.

She huffs. ‘Just stay away from him, Baz.’

‘That’s going to be difficult, given that we share a room,’ I drawl. I suppose it’s no use telling her that I can never get far enough away from him. (I can never get close enough, either.)

‘I’m serious. I know you’re enemies and all, but that’s just politics. If you break his heart I swear Penelope will curse you so hard you’ll still be screaming from across the Veil. Hell, I’ll even do it myself.’ She’s practically spitting fire at this point.

‘Wellbelove, what the fuck are you on about?’

She sighs and crosses her arms. ‘Simon broke up with me.’

I try to squash down the hopeful feeling in my chest. It’s not like this is going to do me any good. (Anything is possible). (No, not this.)

‘My condolences,’ I say drily. ‘Or perhaps I should deliver them to Snow.’

‘He broke up with me because of you,’ she snaps. ‘Because of his feelings for you.’

‘Excuse me?’ I try not to let it show on my face. How fast my heart is beating. How much I want this to be true.

‘Just don’t use this to hurt him,’ she insists. ‘That would be low, even for you. Just leave him alone.’

‘Sorry, I’m still stuck on the part where you said Snow has feelings for me?’ My voice sounds too high.

‘Yeah, well, so am I,’ Wellbelove mutters. ‘I mean it, Baz. Don’t hurt him.’

‘What makes you think I can?’ Either Wellbelove is mistaken, or I must be hallucinating. Snow can’t have feelings for me. Snow hates me. He thinks I’m every kind of evil he’s ever known.

‘Because he told me,’ she says. ‘He says he’s in love with you, and I sure hope for his sake that it’s not true. I know you don’t think I’m much of a threat but I promise you, if you hurt someone I care about, I’ll fucking end you.’

‘Right,’ I say. I’m not scared of Wellbelove, but the way she’s looking at me right now, maybe I judged her too quickly. I want to tell her that she doesn’t need to worry, because I’m so in love with Simon Snow that even on good days I think it’s going to kill me, and all of this sounds way too good to be true.

‘I mean it,’ she says, and turns to walk away.

‘Noted,’ I manage to choke out, and now that her back is turned, I let the mask fall. I’m standing rooted to the spot staring after her with what must be a completely shell-shocked look on my face and – Aleister fucking Crowley.

Simon Snow can’t be in love with me. It’s impossible. It’s brilliant.

I look back through the door to the dining hall, and I see Wellbelove walk back to her table, and I realise Snow has been watching for her to come back.

Wait. There’s something I’m missing.

Why would she tell me that Snow has feelings for me, if she thinks I’m going to use it to hurt him?

And then I remember. Today is the last day of March. And that means tomorrow…

I draw in a sharp breath. It feels like I’ve been kicked in the gut. Fuck him. I fucking believed her, even if it was just for a minute. Fuck him for doing this to me. I want to march in there and drag him out of his chair and beat the living daylights out of him (I don’t. I don’t want to hurt him). I want to break down and cry, right here in front of the entire school. Natasha Pitch’s son, the vampire, a heartbroken, sobbing mess.

Alright. Fine, Snow. Fucking fine.

Two can play at this game.


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top 5 #daddy daichi moments?

Daichi is just…so important to me, to us, to the team, to his rivals, to literally anyone and I’m feeling so alive just thinking about him being here to always guide and protects us all I LOVE YOU CAPTAIN!!!!! 

1. Death and Rebirth. Why every time we think about Daichi we always go back to the time he almost orphaned us all? This moment is not about what he did, but what he didn’t. He’s “the foundation that no one really notices”…until he was taken away from them. He was ready to go back short after, but he didn’t, he decided to let his favorite son Ennoshita on court on his behalf. He saw they were doing so good he was afraid he would have destroyed their momentum if he went back. It was a moment in which he realized his team could survive without him and, instead of being sad about it, he let his baby birds fly. Plus the speech he gave Ennoshita after they won was truly a beautiful transfer of power. Well done, captain(s). 

2. “Those guys are imperfect on their own, but but their abilities together…if we can use that combination, Karasuno will make explosive improvements!” aka Daichi the man who actually built and sailed the Kagehina ship. Early season 1 Daichi is just incredible. He was the first to recognize the potential in them and used the tough way to force Hinata and Kageyama to cooperate as teammates (the sake of the team ALWAYS comes first for him), laying the foundations for what is destined to be Karasuno’s most powerful couple. So we all owe him a round, don’t we? 

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3. “Of course I want to keep playing volleyball with you guys!”. This is the perfect example of how he always puts the team before everything. We’re at the end of season 1 (so, before the “accident”), they just lost to Aoba Johsai and even though he still wanted to play, his first thought was how amazing his first and second years have been, of how it would be better to retire and let them have it all so they would be ready to go for next year as an already consolidate team. He’s so selfless it’s almost heartbreaking to watch. I’m glad he stayed and, more than anything, I’m glad he was able to be the there to make his wish come true: bringing Karasuno to the nationals again! :’) 

4. HIS FACE WHEN THEY WON. I’ll…never be over it. NEVER. This meant so to all of them as friends, but Daichi’s face straight up killed me. He’s so shocked to almost look desperate, the way he grasps at Asahi’s jersey…I can’t (ಥ Д ಥ )

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5. Dad being dad. Because it’s so hard to keep up with your kids’ daily drama. 

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All Too Well | Pt. 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 5,434

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You wish that your natural inclination toward Yoongi’s gestures, thoughts, and emotions was something you could flick off like a light switch. You wish you could turn off certain memories and knowledge, how you could tell and understand so readily about what Yoongi was thinking about.

The boy use to always be a stellar liar, able to cover up his emotions well in the form of a defense mechanism, but over the time you got to know him and date him and love him, you’ve always been unbelievably good at reading him. You understood better than most about how the air around him hung and what kind of emotions were always just brimming underneath the surface.

But you hate having that kind of knowledge now. You hate knowing that even after all this time, all this distance, after that heartbreak, Yoongi still cares. He cares so, so much, that desire swimming underneath the surface, he cares so much that the thought of you running off with Hoseok is enough to make his blood boil.

You never wished you could unlearn something more. You wish you could forget the way he looked at you that evening in Tokyo, telling you he didn’t care about you and he didn’t care about you and Hoseok when it was so glaringly obvious that he just cared too much.

That’s probably where things started to change between the two of you.

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but if hot pie sees arya after so long and tells her how pretty she looks can you imagine gendry’s reaction??? hE’S GOING TO FALL ON HIS ASS AT THE SIGHT

prompt: “wait a minute. are you jealous?” + “i’ve seen the way you look at me when you think i don’t notice” + “just admit i’m right” + “say it” + “if you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?” 

pairing: tony x reader, steve x reader [implied]

word count: 2.3k+

prompt list: click here

warnings: shameless flirting, teasing, build up to smut, jealous tony

a/n: this is inspired by a bucky fic that i read a few days ago and unfortunately forgot to bookmark so if anyone knows what fic it was, please link me to it so i can give credit to the author

“Hey, Tony. Are you down here?”

The sound of Y/N’s voice bounced off of the concrete walls of Tony’s lab as she descended the spiral staircase a few minutes past midnight. The lights in the lab were left switched on so Y/N assumed Tony had to be down there, somewhere. It wasn’t a surprise, really; Tony loved tinkering with his projects and inventions in the dead of night and even though most of the time the noise of drills and saws was annoying when everyone was trying to sleep, at times like these it was actually quite comforting.

“I’m in here!” Tony called back and Y/N followed the sound of his voice until she found him sitting behind his desk, seemingly inputting some data into four computers at once. The sight was quite amusing and Y/N found herself smiling upon hearing F.R.I.D.A.Y. urging him to slow down or maybe take a break.

“Try lecture me one more time and I swear, I’ll cut off your power supply,” Tony threatened and just like that, F.R.I.D.A.Y. decided it might be best not to say another word.

“Bickering with your own inventions? Wow, Tony. I think you might have hit rock bottom.”

The brunette chuckled at her comment and lifted his gaze as she walked around his desk and quietly slid onto it. She situated herself in front of one of the screens, her feet dangling above the tiled floor.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in bed?” Tony asked out of plain curiosity and smiled when Y/N reached for his steaming mug of coffee and took a tiny sip.

“Couldn’t sleep,” she answered simply and closed her eyes, feeling the pleasant warmth of Tony’s coffee warming up her insides. It was pretty darn cold in his lab and all she was wearing was an oversized t-shirt and some fuzzy socks.

“Is there something on your mind? You never wander around the place at night,” Tony observed and Y/N chuckled quietly.

“I do, actually.” She took another sip and placed the mug in her lap. “I just never wander near your lab or bedroom. I’ve had trouble sleeping a lot the last few months.”

Tony tore his gaze away from the screen of his computer and looked at her with mild concern in his eyes. He knew how horrible it was to not be able to fall asleep, even when you were dead tired. The idea of Y/N struggling with the same sleeping problem as him didn’t in the least bit thrill him.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she told him with a small smile, then decided to change the topic. “Do you happen to have a blanket lying around here somewhere? I’m gonna freeze to death.”

Tony shook his head but then quickly remembered the grey hoodie draped over the back of his chair. Y/N thanked him quietly when he handed it to her and began to struggle to push her arms through the sleeves.

“You know, I don’t think it’s wise to be parading around an air conditioned building in nothing but a shirt. Or hanging out in a basement. These places tend to be quite chilly.”

Tony laughed and Y/N did, too, pulling the hood up over her messy hair.

“It helps me sleep,” she admitted and Tony quirked an eyebrow.

“What does? Not having pants on?”

Y/N nudged him with her hand. “No, you idiot. It’s Steve’s shirt. Being surrounded by the scent of another person helps me fall asleep.”

Tony looked at her with his brows furrowed. He kind of understood what she meant; back when he was still dating Pepper, her presence in his bed made it just that tiny bit easier to fall asleep. But knowing this didn’t stop Tony from wondering why on earth it was Steve’s shirt she was wearing.

And Y/N, noticing his confusion, decided to elaborate.

“I didn’t steal it from his laundry pile, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she giggled. “Can you imagine the lecture he’d give me about righteousness and whatnot?”

Tony could, in fact, picture it; very clearly, actually. He could almost see Steve waving his hands in the air and talking to Y/N as if she were a child who had misbehaved.

“Then how exactly did you obtain this article of clothing?” Tony wondered aloud and Y/N glanced down at what she was wearing. It was a simple white t-shirt with the American flag printed on the front. It matched her red, blue and white striped socks.

“He gave it to me when I was staying in his room a few nights ago,” she shrugged casually, not really thinking much about her next words. “I’ve been staying in his room a lot lately. It makes it easier to drift off.”

Tony pretended not to look surprised. He diverted his gaze back to the screen of his computer and began to type, though his mind was preoccupied with thoughts entirely different.

“I thought I’d be able to sleep alone one more night until he gets back from this mission, but apparently my body isn’t willing to co-operate,” she added quietly, took one last sip of Tony’s coffee and set the mug down on the desk.

Tony glanced at her from the corner of his eye, willing his expression to remain as neutral as possible.

“So, are you and Steve, like…”

Y/N quickly caught on to what he meant.

“No, of course not. We’re just friends,” she explained with a chuckle. “He doesn’t mind me waking him up in the middle of the night or helping me fall asleep, so I’ve been staying in his room. Steve is… nice.”

Tony cocked his head to the side and looked at her in slight bewilderment.

“I’m nice, too,” he noted, then turned back to his work. “And yet you’ve never asked to sleep in my bed.”

Y/N smiled, not catching his bitterness at first. She shrugged her shoulders and circled the rim of the mug with her index finger.

“I’ve never asked to sleep in your bed because you hardly get any sleep as it is,” she observed, her voice quieter than before. “I’d hate to take away what little rest you get with my silly problems.”

Tony sent her a look that screamed, “are you serious right now?” but before she could say anything, Tony was already talking.

“Your problems aren’t silly,” he reassured her, and Y/N shrugged her shoulders again.

“Steve doesn’t think so, either. It’s why he’s been letting me sleep with him,” she explained and Tony could feel anger bubbling inside of him. He didn’t like that Y/N went to Steve with her problems; he wanted it to be him she talked to.

“And since he’s gone, you’ve decided to come to me instead?” Being her second choice didn’t make Tony all that happy.

“I thought I’d find you here so we could hang out.”

Tony looked towards his computer again. He picked up his mug of coffee.

“Why don’t you call Steve, then?” He asked, then pressed the mug to his lips and muttered, “I’m sure it would do you more good that sitting here with me.”

Y/N’s brows knitted together into a frown, then a smirk took over her features.

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

Tony pretended to look surprised at her assumption. He cocked his head back and expelled a forced chuckle.

Jealous?” He asked. “Why on earth would I be jealous?”

It was obvious Y/N wasn’t buying his reaction. Tony could never hide his true feelings and even though he hated it about himself, Y/N had grown to love it.

He turned in his chair to face the monitor at the opposite end of the desk. Incidentally, it gave him an excuse to turn away from Y/N so she couldn’t see him.

“I’m not jealous. Just curious about what’s going on between you and Cap. That’s all,” he mumbled a little too slow and Y/N had to bite back her grin.

She reached out, placed her hand on the back of Tony’s chair and turned it around so that he was facing her again.

Tony appeared desperate to look elsewhere but she was right there in front of him, blocking his view.

“Are you sure?” She raised a brow, her smirk remaining. She narrowed her eyes a little and Tony gulped audibly.

It was then Y/N decided to push back her hesitation and slid off of the surface of his desk. Tony watched as she stepped closer.

“Like, are you completely positive you’re not jealous? Because, I mean, I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice and your eyes tell me something different.”

Tony was just about to speak, to protest, to tell her he had no idea what she was talking about, but he stopped himself when she threw her leg over his thighs and lowered herself onto his lap.

Tony gulped.

“What are you doing?” He asked, gazing up at her from beneath his lashes. The weight of her in his lap felt too satisfying for him not to feel weird about it.

“What? I’m not doing anything,” she responded innocently, but a playful grin had appeared across her lips. Tony could already see the mischief in her eyes. 

“Then why have you suddenly decided to sit in my lap? I don’t think you’ve done this before.”

Y/N chuckled and Tony almost whimpered when she took hold of his wrists and led his hands to her hips. Her own soon retreated and Tony wanted to punch himself for how much he was enjoying this. There was something terrifyingly pleasurable about it.

“All I want is for you to say it,” she told him, and Tony’s brows furrowed. With the feeling of her sitting in his lap, her weight resting right where he wanted it, Tony had almost forgotten what they were talking about. 

“You’re jealous because I’ve been sleeping in Steve’s bed,” she stated matter-of-factly, her fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt. She wasn’t looking into his eyes but she glanced up then, a coy smirk across her lips. “Just admit I’m right.”

Tony sighed. “I’m not going to confess to anything in the absence of my lawyer.”

Y/N pouted and the sight was so adorable Tony wanted to drop onto the floor and repeat anything she’d ask him to say.

“But it’s more fun when it’s just the two of us. Don’t you think?” Tony could almost see the wheels turning in her head. He had no clue what she was thinking or where she was going with this. The only thing he was absolutely certain of was the fact that it wouldn’t be long before she noticed the growing tent in his jeans.

“What do you mean?”

And there it was; the realisation on her face.

Tony was just about to shift in his seat in what would surely be a failed attempt to cover up his arousal but Y/N had already noticed.

She had noticed and the smirk across her face let Tony know something weird was about to happen. And it did; because soon Y/N reached behind her, placing her hands on his thighs and then lifted herself up slightly, only to sink back onto him and begin to roll her hips against him.

Tony let out a shaky breath, his fingers beginning to dig into her hips. Her smirk remained and even when Tony closed his eyes, he could see it. It was right there, printed onto the back of his eyelids, haunting him. A pathetic groan escaped his lips.

He could feel her hands sliding up his chest and to his shoulders, using them for leverage. She expelled a breath that sounded a little too much like a whine and Tony could feel his erection straining against his boxers. Truth be told, he would’ve been able to get off on that sound alone, but it wasn’t just the sound that was making his head spin; it was the feeling of her rolling her hips against him, her hands on his shoulders, her heavy breaths and the sweet smell of her perfume.

“Say it,” she demanded, leaning into him so her chest was pressed flush to his. Tony forced her down harder onto him.

“No.”

“Say it, Tony. Say it or I’ll stop.”

He whined when she began to slow down. He needed more. But admitting he was jealous wasn’t something he was willing to do. 

“Please,” he whimpered instead, and a knowing smirk appeared across her face. She had him wrapped around her finger and she damn well knew it. “Please don’t stop.”

She moved her hips again and Tony expelled a breath of relief. He screwed his eyes shut and threw his head back, letting another pathetic groan escape him. He was helpless and somehow, he was loving it.

“Oh, Tony,” she giggled, knowing what effect she was having on him and using it to her advantage. He could hear the superiority in her tone, knowing she had the upper hand. There was something strangely erotic about it. “If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?”

He groaned again, but this time, instead of continuing her actions, Y/N’s movements ceased completely and she grinned in satisfaction as she slid off his lap. Tony whimpered at the loss in contact and opened his eyes, watching as she turned towards his desk.

She bent over rather theatrically, her perky behind right there for him to admire, and grabbed his mug of coffee from his desk.

Tony attempted to catch his breath.

“I’ll be in my room,” she told him casually, almost as if nothing had ever happened. She took a few steps towards the door and suddenly stopped, glancing at him over her shoulder, one eyebrow cocked. “You are welcome to join me.”


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a stroke of fuck | three

pairing: sehun x reader, jongin x reader, yixing x reader
genre: fuckboy!au, college!au, smut, angst, series
summary: there was good in the world to balance the bad, but when it comes to boys are they good for anything except breaking hearts and causing trouble?

pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4 / pt.5

A/N: I WROTE THIS IN A RUSH COS I WANTED TO POST IT alSO NO YIXING IN THIS PART

Originally posted by intokai

Stumbling through the bodies of countless people pushed together in a sexual manner really was a struggle but once you pushed past the lone girl leaning against the wall, you got into the hallway and began walking to the bathroom. 

You were aware of how big the apartment was but you didn’t know it could fit this many people in. It was a wonder you and your friends could even make it into the living room. You hadn’t told them who invited you to a party hosted by the most hyped up party throwers on campus, the thought of spilling your hidden secrets still scared you; especially after seeing the anger Sehun held over God knows what, you weren’t wiling to tell anyone you liked him because what if he didn’t want you to?

It had only been a week since you heard the rough encounter between Sehun and Jongin. It was surprising to you that a party was being held when it was clear there was tension between the boys, you just assumed it was a regular occurance. It wasn’t like you knew much about them any way. 

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Happy 24th Birthday Kamiki-kun ♥ 2017.05.19

bellerz55  asked:

Hi I don't know if you saw that picture of Cole and Kj at the construction site but I was wondering if you could write a fic where maybe Archie's dad bailed jughead out so to pay him back he is working for him and Betty went to the site to bring jughead lunch but they still haven't talked about the kiss plus maybe Betty is starting at jughead because he's not wearing his usual layers.

Ooohhh I love it.
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Juggling a handful of brown paper bags, Betty nearly tripped over a fallen power tool. She only had so many hands, and the amount of hungry men working on the site required quite a heavy bit of food.

She had been on her way out of pops when Fred Andrews came barreling in, looking frazzled and all kinds of stressed, he spotted her almost instantly and she was taken back by the way he ran towards her , with the most relieved smile she had ever seen.

“Betty!” He shouted a little too close to her face

“Hi Mr.Andrews! Where’s the fire?” She giggled. He eyed her outfit looking nervous

“You’re not on your way back to work are you?” He said desperately.

Betty had gotten a summer job at the florists and her uniform consisted of tiny denim shorts, a flowy white top and an apron with “riverdale flowers” printed across the front.

“I’ve still got 30 minutes left of my lunch break, I was just gonna head back early! Is everything okay?”

He dug in his pockets quickly pulling out a hundred dollar bill and handing it to her

“The men on my construction site have been complaining for hours that I didn’t get them lunch, I can’t take it anymore, I’ve got to head back to over see the rest of the planning and I was hoping you would be able to place the order and possibly bring it to the site. Don’t forget, I changed your diapers when Your parents were away!” He looked so desperate, Betty didn’t have the heart to say no.

“Sure! It’s no problem, I have to walk past the site to get back to work anyway! What should o get?”

Fred had grabbed her up, squeezing her in only the way dads can, he was halfway out the door as he answered

“Burgers! As many burgers as you can!”

Giggling she went over to place the order, rolling her eyes at the older mans antics.

So that’s what brought her here, narrowly dodging large pieces of wood while she juggled bags full of burgers.

“Betty!” She heard the familiar voice of her next door neighbor

She turned around smiling, he looked good but for some reason the sight of a shirtless Archie didn’t have the same affect it used to. She figured that was because her brain was on another familiar boy with the softest lips she’d ever seen.

“Archie” she smiled and tried not to blush as he scanned her long legs peeking out of her shorts covered slightly by her apron.

His eyes held a bit of hunger in them and she wiggled slightly uncomfortable

“You just gonna stand there and stare pal? Why don’t you help her out, her hands are obviously full.” She whipped around to meet the eyes of her very favorite moody boy. It was a probably a mistake because as soon as she did

Drooooollll

He was standing there, his beautiful muscular arms exposed in the simple tank top he had on, spread tight across his chest. His skin was tan and sweaty and the construction hat he had on showed off just enough of his gorgeous black waves. He was holding a shovel so naturally. those hands she had felt weaved in her hair just a few weeks ago, clutching the metal tool. she had never wished for a camera more in her life.

Little did she know Jughead was admiring betty with equal enthusiasm. It had been two weeks since their first kiss and because of their jobs they hadn’t seen each other a lot. That didn’t stop his eyes from being drawn to the plump pink lips that seemed almost too good to be real. Lowering his eyes to her long tan legs he couldn’t believe she was always hiding those in jeans, her hair was up in a loose ponytail, whispers of honey blonde falling into her eyes a pretty white flower matching her top weaved through the elastic band. She sure was a sight for sore eyes.

“Sorry my dad saddled you with lunch duty Betty.” Archie’s voice broke them out of their staring contest as he took the bags from the blondes hands. She giggled that gorgeous sound and fluttered her long eyelashes

“It’s no problem, i better get going though, I’ve only got ten minutes of my lunch left!” Archie thanked her again

“I’ll walk you, it’s my break time anyway” Jughead said throwing the shovel to the ground, giving Betty a perfect view of his flexing muscles.

He led her out of the construction site, helping her navigate the mess. As soon as they hit the street his hand went to grab hers, taking her by surprise. He didn’t say anything just kept walking. Betty decided it was gonna be up to her to break the silence.

“Hows working with mr.andrews?”

Jughead actually smiled

“It’s not so bad, i kinda like the work. It keeps me busy and it’s been helping me stay in shape, ya know eventually those burgers are gonna catch up to me.” He winked, squeezing her fingers

She smiled dreamily “it looks good on you”

He looked down at her “oh yeah?”

“Most definitely. I like a hardworking man.” She teased softly, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Well then ms.cooper, then I am the man for you.”

She laughed, the conversation falling silent again.

Suddenly Jughead was clearing his throat, breaking into the quiet.

“So am I?”

She looked up at him confused

“Are you what?”

He took a deep breathe, stepping in front of her and halting their steps

“Am I the man for you?” He practically whispered, his hand moving to rub the back of his neck nervously.

Betty smiled so softly he didn’t know what to think, then her hands were around his neck and her mouth was on his, taking in that amazingly familiar feeling of her lips on his he sighed into the kiss, he would never get tired of this.

She pulled away slightly

“Oh yeah Juggie, you are definitely the man for me.”

He laughed pulling her back into himself, dropping his lips to hers with an audible

“Thank God.”

anonymous asked:

i'm desperate for more older brother phil fucking his brother, Jordan's, friend Dan

finally

+ guys i’ll do more omo soon calm down

“Jordan! Get off me!”

Dan thrashed, trying to shove off the boy currently straddling his waist, tickling everywhere he could reach. Dan giggled, trying to hit him, but Jordan just ignored him.

“Jeez, you’re weak. You can’t even protect yourself.” Jordan laughed, moving his hands to Dan’s neck. Dan screeched, squirming underneath him.

They had gotten closer in the last few weeks, which was heaven for Dan. He had never really had a best friend, and it felt great. It felt good to have someone to sit with during lunch, to talk to in the middle of night, to hang out with or call when you’re bored. Dan had been missing that.

None of this, of course, was very much fun for Phil.

He had to listen to all this, the laughing, the whining. He needed a drink. His visit with his family was almost over, and honestly, it couldn’t come soon enough.

He was done listening to this.

Both Dan and Jordan looked up abruptly when they heard a knock on the door frame. Phil cleared his throat. Jordan just rolled his eyes, standing up, but Dan froze.

He had hardly shared eye contact with Phil since… that day, and he honestly felt stupid that he had thought Phil might actually talk to him. But now Phil was staring directly at him, his gaze icy.

“What do you want, Phil?” Jordan asked, glaring at him. Phil crossed his arms, leaning against the door.

“I wanna talk to Dan.”

Dan’s heart skipped a beat. No, shut up. He’s probably going to kick you out or something, you’ve probably overdone your welcome.

“Why?” Jordan shook his head. “He’s busy. Go away.”

“Shut up, Jordan. You don’t own him.” Phil raised an eyebrow, turning to Dan. “Is that right?”

“Yeah,” Jordan answered for him. “He doesn’t want to talk to you. Right Dan?”

Dan swallowed. He was never good under pressure, and with both of them staring at him, waiting for an answer… his hands were sweating.

“Uh, I’m n-not busy.”

Phil looked pleased, and smug, which was incredibly hot. Jordan just looked betrayed. Dan rolled his eyes.

“Oh c’mon Jordie, he just wants to talk. I’ll be right back.”

He sighed, nodding reluctantly. “Fine. Whatever. Be quick.”

Dan nodded, standing up and walking to the older boy. He shared a look with Phil at the door, and followed him down the hall, to the kitchen.

Dan hugged himself, wrapping his arms around his torso, leaning against the counter. He still felt stupid. Dummy. Of course Phil doesn’t want you, he won’t even look at you.

Before Dan could break the awkward silence or even move, the older boy’s lips were attached to his throat. And then he was pinned back against the cupboards, his eyes closed, clinging to Phil’s shoulders.

“Phil-” He choked out, his breath catching.

“Yes, angel?” He answered softly, the smirk evident in his voice, his lips trailing messily down Dan’s neck.

“W-What are you-” he swallowed. “You didn’t really want to t-talk, did you?”

“No,” the older boy breathed, sliding his hands to Dan’s lower back and pulling him closer. “Not one bit.”

Dan whined, squirming under Phil’s touch and leaning against it at the same time.

“I’m sick of hearing you,” Phil growled breathily, digging his nails into Dan’s ass. “With him.”

“W-Why, daddy?”

Phil let out a sharp gasp, gripping Dan’s hips roughly and pulling their crotches together.

“Because, you sound so-” he paused, shaking his head. “I dunno, happy. I want to be the one making you happy.” He slid a hand up to Dan’s jaw, gripping it tightly. “You’re mine, you know that? Not his.”

Dan giggled, wrapping his arms around Phil’s neck. “All yours,” he whispered, before connecting their mouths heatedly.

Phil picked Dan up momentarily, placing him on the counter and moving between his legs. He tangled his fingers in Dan’s hair, pulling him as close as possible, muffling his quiet moans and whimpers.

“Need you,” Dan blurted, breaking away for air momentarily. “Please. Need you now.”

Phil chuckled quietly, his hands gliding over Dan’s thighs, scratching him through the fabric.

“Are you sure, baby? Jordan will definitely hear us…”

“I don’t care,” Dan whined, huffing desperately. Phil looked so snide, so fucking snarky… he wanted to slap him for enjoying this, but he really didn’t want to find out what Phil would do to him if he acted on his urges. “Please, Phil.”

Phil smirked, his fingers sliding to Dan’s zipper and gently tugging at it.

“Well, if you really don’t care…”

Dan put his hands over Phil’s, meeting his eyes and guided Phil’s fingers down. “I don’t,” he said softly, firmly.

And then Phil was pulling Dan’s shirt off roughly, and Dan hardly knew what was happening until Phil was climbing on top of him on the counter, his jeans and shirt off as well.

Dan moaned, throwing his head back as Phil palmed at his crotch, leaning over him to kiss him sweetly. It quieted him, but only slightly.

Phil bit down on Dan’s lower lip, tugging gently and grinding down on him. He took it slow, keeping his pace steady. For some god damn reason, he had an overwhelming urge to make Dan jizz in his boxers. He smiled to himself at that, and Dan whimpered from underneath him.

Dan tried to reach down and touch himself, but Phil moved so Dan’s arms were pinned at his sides by Phil’s legs, helpless.

“Please,” Dan whimpered, his voice already broken and completely fucked out as if he had been screaming for hours. He whined, squirming under the older boy’s touch and begging for friction, to be touched, fucked, anything. “Fuck-”

Phil grinned almost maliciously, grinding his hips down against Dan’s most sensitive spot at the moment. Dan involuntarily bucked his hips, rutting against Phil for anything, god, he just wanted to cum.

“Beg,” Phil whispered huskily, and Dan couldn’t help but full on whine at that.

“You’re such a-” Phil cut off Dan’s insult by slipping his hand into his boxers, and Dan’s breath caught. And then the boy above him was full on fucking down on him, rolling his hips deliciously.

“Ah-!” Dan whined, rutting up needily. “Please Phil, oh fuck, please-! So g-good, ohh fuck.”

“Guys?!”

Dan came just as Jordan burst in from the hallway, instantly covering his eyes. “Holy shit,” he cursed, turning away. “Oh my god. Phil!

Phil climbed off of Dan, dropping his feet to the floor. “What?” He asked calmly.

“God damn it!”

Phil helped Dan get his shirt on, and even wrestled his jeans on.

“Um,” Dan mumbled, dazed, his eyes focusing on the wall behind Jordan. “I t-think I need to go home to…”

“Yeah, yeah, go.”

Phil tugged his jeans on. “I’ll drive you.”

“No you fucking won’t,” Jordan hissed, whirling around and glaring at his brother. “You’ve already stolen my fucking friend, I’ll get him home.”

Phil raised his eyebrows, slowly wrapping his arm around Dan’s shoulders.

“I think someone’s jealous.”

Jordan was practically seething, there was nearly steam coming out of his ears. Dan couldn’t help but giggle.

“Come on Jordie,” he said softly, moving away from Phil and taking Jordan’s arm. Jordan grumbled.

“Hey Dan,” Phil called after them as Jordan tugged at him.

“Hm?”

“Next time, you’re gonna deal with this.” He pointed at his visible boner.

“Oh, god.” Jordan shook his head, looking disgusted. “Just deal with it while we’re gone.”

Phil grinned, winking at Dan quickly before spinning around and retreated to his room. Dan smiled to himself. Maybe they wouldn’t have to hide anything anymore.

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Player: Auston Matthews (Toronto Maple Leafs)

Feat. the Baby Leafs

Warning/s: mild language, hardcore fluff, requested by @memz-elizabeth-

Song: They Don’t Know About Us by One Direction

Originally posted by morganrielly

She’s a golddigger. He’ll get rid of her soon.

I’ll give them another two months. 

Come on they’ll never last he has a new gf in a couple of weeks.

Aw puppy love. Too bad puppies grow up.

I heard she was seen hanging out with Nylander again. She’s cheating!


Those were a few of the comments that kept popping up on your insta. You didn’t even follow those blogs, but still, you couldn’t help but read the comments under the photos that Auston posted of you. Or Marns or anyone actually. Every time you were in a photo, even just in the background, the comments kept going into directions like this. 

There were countless blogs dedicated to your relationship with Auston. Not in a good way though. Instead, they were discussing how it was ridiculous of you to be serious with each other. Everyone seemed to an opinion, most of them sharing the opinion that you were too young to know what love is.

“You okay, babe?”, Auston questioned. 

He was currently sitting on the couch, trying to get better in CoD, since Marns was still mocking him for being bad. You looked over from the kitchen, a small smile spreading on your face. His hair was a mess. He had insisted on staying up later than usual because he wanted to finish the season you were currently watching. So now he looked like he was in desperate need of a nap, lying on the couch half asleep, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants.

“I’m fine. Cheating on you with Willy as always. You, on the other hand, look exhausted.”, you chuckled.

Both you and Auston used to get super upset over the comments. You tried to prove everyone wrong, but every time you were the best girlfriend in the world, the ‘fans’ found a new thing to hate. After a while, Auston made you promise not to try so hard anymore. You were perfect to him already and there was no point in being perfect for everyone else. So it had become a joke. Sometime’s when either of you found a really hilarious comment or mysterious headline, you would share it with each other.

“What? You got over your affair with McDavid that fast? That was literally just during the World Cup of Hockey!”

“But you know, I am not emotionally capable of a long-distance relationship. That’s why I dumped him to flirt with the next guy.”, you grinned, plopping down on the couch next to him. 

Auston snuggled into your side, still focused on the game, as you started running your hands through his hair.

Auston and you had known each other since you were kids. He asked you out early in High School and you had been dating ever since. You were madly in love with that guy, willing to sacrifice everything for him. You saved up to visit him in Zurich as often as you could and when he returned, you were there when he was drafted. Auston never asked you to do anything, not wanting to put pressure on you, although he couldn’t be happier that you did all of that. 

Because you were important to him. You kept him sane with hockey and media drama. It had always been like that. So you both worked on a plan and you managed to successfully relocate both of your lives to Toronto.

Sure, it wasn’t always easy especially since you were both still young but it was worth it. The comments were still frustrating you, but you knew what you wanted. You wanted Auston in your life. Forever. Not just for a couple of months. And Auston couldn’t even imagine letting you go or breaking up with you ever. It was a once in a lifetime relationship.

“It’s still gross that you cheated on me with Marns last month. I mean, you were seen in a hotel together! You’re getting sloppy in hiding your affairs.”, Auston muttered. But he wasn’t playing anymore. Instead, he had his eyes closed, enjoying your touch.

“Yeah! Right. But did you know that - and you won’t believe this - Steph’s parents were staying in the exact same hotel? I mean, what else could we have been doing there?”

“Well, definitely not waiting for you boyfriend to stop being questioned by Steph’s Dad. Or waiting for Steph who forgot her purse in her parent’s room.”, Auston chuckled. 

You couldn’t hold back your laughter anymore, causing Auston to open his eyes and look at you.

“Your laugh is the best sound ever.”

“You say that every time. And you said the same thing about the new coffee machine!”, you laughed, stopping your motion in his hair Auston pouted, waiting for you to resume playing with his hair.

“But I don’t love the coffee machine.”

“That’s not what it sounded like when you convinced me we needed a new one.”

Auston grinned at you, before he tilted his head up, making a kissy face.

“But it’s great. Still, your laugh is better. Can I get a kiss?”, he smiled. 

His smile was adorable, and it made you fall in love with him again, every time. You leaned down to place a sweet kiss on his lips and when Auston was distracted, you snatched the remote from next to him and turned off the TV.

“Hey.”, he complained.

“Come on. It’s your day off. You promised to cook with me.”, you pouted. Auston leaned up to peck your lips, but he seemed to agree with you.

“I love you.”, he mumbled against your lips.

“I love you too, goofball.”


“You know, when you said we would cook together, I thought you would actually be helping.”, you grinned. 

You had just finished up the food and put it in the oven, but Auston didn’t do much to help you. Instead, he just kept his arms wrapped around you and his head on top of yours, making it hard for you to work.

“I’m good at grilling. Everything else is your specialty.”, he grinned, a yawn escaping his lips. 

You turned around to him and tried to look up, but he kept your head tugged under his chin. So, to be able to look at him, you hopped onto the counter behind you. Auston stood between your legs, tiredly smiling at you.

“You always get cuddly when you’re tired. You know that?”, you smiled back.

“You might have mentioned it before. Is that such a bad thing?”, he chuckled lightly.

“S'cute. I like it.”, you muttered, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss onto his nose. Auston answered by pecking your lips.

“Why did I agree to have Marns and Willy over for dinner?”, he asked.

“Because you’re a good friend that was worried they would eat takeout again? Because you were actually awake when you said that?”, you joked.

“But I want you to myself. And the food.”

“Aww. Sharing is caring. But they shouldn’t stay too long. You need your sleep before the game tomorrow.” You added another kiss, this time to his forehead, but Auston had other plans. He leaned in for a kiss to your lips, lazily remaining there for a while.

“You guys are gross. Why do you always do this?”, another voice whined. 

Both you and Auston jumped, turning around to an obviously amused Nylander. William was standing in the doorway, Marns next to him holding his phone up.

“Remind me why we gave them a key?”, you laughed, turning back to Auston.

“Something about emergencies.”, Auston replied. He pecked your lips again, this time much shorter, but just as sweet.

“Guys.”, William complained.

“What’s for dinner?”, Marns asked immediately after.

“Come on, let’s feed them or they won’t shut up.”, Auston laughed, helping you down the counter.


“I can’t believe you filmed us.”, Auston groaned his head in your lap.

As it turned out, Marns had his phone up because he recorded your little scene in the kitchen. Every single moment ever since they entered. And they had been standing there for longer than Auston and you knew.

So now, the newest thing on Mitch’s insta account was a video of you and Auston, of course, both of you tagged underneath. You were already preparing yourself for the comments to come.

“It was cute. Gross but cute.”, Mitchell grinned. 

Willy nodded approvingly. He too was featured in the video. Every time either Auston or you had said something cheesy, the camera had been turned to William or Marns himself, showing their reaction. From eye rolls to fake swooning and even a fake gagging everything was featured, making the whole thing hilarious. And Mitch’s phone was blowing up with notifications.

“Remember when you had that privacy talk with Matt, Marns?”, you said, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Yeah, yeah. Ask people before you post stuff. Blah blah. But you wouldn’t have allowed me to post it. So I didn’t ask. Plus: You guys are always so lovey-dovey but somehow no one ever found out beside us. I’m just giving them these important bits of information.”

“Like you said: Sharing is caring.”, William grinned, giving you a wink.

“I can’t believe you guys.”, you groaned, but you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Oh my goodness. Mitchell! What is going on? I thought you only posted it on Instagram?”, Auston questioned suddenly.

“I did. Only there, I swear.”

“Why, baby?”, you asked.

“My mom just texted me. She thinks it’s the cutest thing ever and I can assure you my Mom is not on Instagram. It’s everywhere by now.”

Auston showed you the messages from both his Mom and Breyanna. You couldn’t help but laugh at it, but your face fell in shock when your own phone started going crazy causing Auston to laugh at you this time.

“Oops. I didn’t know it would blow up like this.”, Mitch shrugged. 

And although you didn’t want to, you automatically scrolled down to the comments.


Wow. Hate to say it but maybe they won’t break up.

I said it before you dumbfucks, they’re happy now get a life and stop hating on their relationship.

Did you know that they knew each other since first grade?

His Mom keeps posting photos of the two of them. They do look kinda cute.

He still deserves better.


Not all the comments were suddenly nice, but even the small amount of comments that were, made you smile. Of course, that got Auston’s attention. He snatched the phone from your hands and scrolled through the comments you had read, looking positively surprised.

“Looks like a little more insight into our relationship changed some of their minds.”, he chuckled.

“Yeah, seems like it.”, you muttered, smiling at him.

“They have no idea about us. And they will be bored in a couple of months. Although I have a feeling the break will be short. Think about the number of theories and comments they will come up with when I finally get you to adopt a dog and marry me.”

You snorted, shaking your head slightly.

“You got your priorities straight, huh?”, you teased.

“It’s not news to me that I want to marry you some day. But I only found out that we’re allowed to have a dog in this Apartment yesterday.”, he joked.

“Fine. We’ll think about it for a couple of months and if we still think it’s a good idea we’ll get a dog. Deal?”

“Deal. And you’re gonna marry me then?”, Auston continued to joke.

“Goof, we talked about this. Your Mom might love us, but she will give you the lecture of your life if you don’t at least let me finish college first.”, you chuckled.

“Fine. Dog, college, Wedding. At least Mom loves you as much as I do.”

“I love you too.” Auston pulled you down to him, but before you could actually kiss each other you were interrupted.

“Guys. You’re doing it again.”, Marns reminded you.

You looked up to see that Marns had his phone back up.

“Marns!”, Auston and you yelled at the same time. Auston threw a pillow at Mitch, but he just threw it right back.

“Sharing is caring!”, he insisted, although the words were going under as the whole group started to laugh.