Ao’nung Is Frustrated.
ao’nung is frustrated.
at least, that’s what you’ve deduced from watching him sharpen his knife for the past ten minutes straight. if he keeps going, it might get as thin as a wish bone; threatening to snap at the slightest bit of pressure. as much as you’d find amusement in the sight of that, you’d rather not be in the crossfire when it happens.
“what’s got you caught in its net?” you ask, finally, as you drop the gear you’ve been mending while ao’nung simmers.
“funny,” he mutters, but mirth is not something found in his tone. another scrape, another grating. he does not look over at you.
“i know. i’m the funniest person alive. you should be grateful you have the opportunity to bask in my presence.”
it’s a ploy—a tease. like waving fresh bait in front of a young ilu but never tossing it into the water for them to eat. your tactic with ao’nung is always the same. push and pull and prod just enough that he bites back with less venom and more demure. because sarcasm is better than spite, in all regards.
except now, he doesn’t take it. now, he simply keeps his head tucked down, his lips pressed in a hard line. whittling at his knife and spouting invisible steam out of his ears.
you stand up, make your way over to him and bend slightly at the waist to slide your hands along his sloped shoulders. his muscles go taut—just a bit—at the initial contact of your palms, but relax a second later. not to their resting state, no, but leaving the field of caught off guard at the very least. you hum, lean down further as you dip your hands over his clavicles, across the upper half of his sternum.
“what is wrong, ao‘nung?” its sincere, this time. your question. because despite the dynamic between the two of you, you really do care—jokes and jabs aside.
this silence is different. you can tell by the twitch of his ears that he’s thinking; mulling something over on his tongue before he decides whether to spit it out or swallow it down. you can never guess which one it will be, not with him. he acts on whims, never strategy. there is no speculating his next move, so you simply don’t try to.
“there has been talk among the reef.” it’s all he says; all he gives. such a shell of a man, forcing you to pry open his jaws to reach the pearl within.
it is good that you’ve always been so skilled with your hands.
“there is always talk among the reef,” you chuckle, begin to fiddle with the necklace that’s strung around his neck. hooking your chin over the top of his head, you look down to watch as he grinds his knife once again. “you know they like to keep their minds busy with silly things.”
“it isn’t a silly thing.”
“oh? then tell me, what is so dire that it could have the great ao’nung this tense, hm?”
his hands falter for the first time, a pause in his rhythmic grazing. your brows furrow at that, create a hairline crease in the middle that only smooths out as he resumes his motions. scrape, scrape, scrape again. it’s like he’s doing it in sync with his heart. if you shifted your hand over just a tad, you suppose you could test that theory.
“it is talk of you.”
quiet. a mere grumble under his breath. if you were not leaned over him like this you would not have even heard him. such an odd twinge to his tone; laced with something you can’t quite decipher. can’t quite pick up on. it isn’t necessarily anger, but something flirting along the lines of it.
“me? don’t tell me you have went around spreading rumors that i am possessed by eywa’s evil sister again. i thought you stopped that when we were kids.” you laugh through it, because the jagged edges of his timbre are making your fingers itch. “you’re going to ruin my reputation.”
he scoffs. condescending, dismissive. normally you’d take that as a good sign; a call back to his regular grating demeanor. at this specific moment, however, you find annoyance in it.
“your reputation is fine,” he tilts, gives a particularly harsh press of his knife that makes you think this just might be the time where it snaps. miraculously, it doesn’t. “so completely fine.”
“then what could they possibly find reason to speak of me for?” you press, rubbing your thumb over the cord of his necklace, twisting it around your fingers. “i have not caused any trouble lately. haven’t set fire to any maruis. why, there’s nothing that i can think of that could possibly warrant—“
“they speak of your lack of mate.”
his hands are working harder, less refined. jaw clenching, deltoids growing stiff below you. it’s all starting to air itself out, his jaws have cracked open just enough that you can finally see the pretty pink pearl that rests on the bed of his tongue. but it is not enough, not yet.
“then all they speak is the truth,” you shrug over him, keep your gaze locked on his movements. you want to be sure, before you jump to the assumptions that are creating hurdles in your mind. “there is no harm in speaking of public knowledge.”
“they—“ he hitches, twists his face up like his next words are sour on his tastebuds, “they are voicing their thoughts on potentials for you. they think.. rotxo is the best option.”
“oh, yes. rotxo would be a fine potential mate.”
and, ah. there it is. the coup de grace.
ao’nung snaps his head around towards you so fast you hardly have time to lean back to avoid getting smacked in the chin by his skull. there’s a fissure between his brows, his eyes have widened past the aggravated slits they were before. his mouth is cracked open in disbelief, of the fact that you agreed with him or another matter, you aren’t sure. either way, it is clear now what has been getting under the heir’s skin.
he's jealous. and you can't help but find that the slightest bit amusing. it's not often you have ao'nung in the palm of your hand like this; akin to a bug squirming under the pad of your thumb with no clear route of escape. you think you can play this up, just a little.
"you do not think that," he states, like he needs to speak it into existence. like if he says it then it will ring true, change your mind.
(he doesn't need to change your mind, but he doesn't need to know that right now).
"why would i not?" you hum, tip your head like you're truly contemplating it. "he is sweet. has a tender heart. and he is always so quick to help me. he doesn't even complain. i think taking him as a mate would be a good decision."
"the only thing good about rotxo is his hair," ao'nung spouts, rolls his eyes at you as his face fills up with indignation. "stupid, pretty boy goody two shoes."
"oh, you're right! and he's nice to look at," you agree, nod your head right along with it, "how could i forget?"
his cheek dips; he's sucking it in between his teeth. you've really done it, you think. setting him off has never been so easy. sure, it’s never too hard to get him riled up in the middle of a bickering match. but like this? aggravated over, what, exactly? the thought of you with someone else?
maybe you’re enjoying this a bit too much.
“he is not your type.” a bold proclamation, ao’nung spits out. grasping for straws; searching blindly. “you would not go well with him.”
“i think he is my type, actually,” you dispute, and he’s stopped all his movements now. knife long forgotten as he seethes over every word you speak. “kind. loyal. good morals. easy on the eyes. yes, definitely my type. that checks off the list.”
he purses his lips, knots up his brows. “that cannot be the list.”
“no?” you peruse, play into him. he makes this too easy, really. “what do you think is on the list, then? moody? messy? long hair? a tendency to be mouthy? being the chief’s son?”
that earns you a shove off of him; a click for him to realize you’ve been fucking with him this entire time. biting back your shit eating grin would be impossible so you don’t even try to. nor do you stop the laughter that bubbles out of you as he goes back to his knife work and curses you under his breath.
you reach for him again except this time you walk around until you’re in front of him. one hand on his shoulder, you lean down to shove the knife and sharpener out of his hands and plop yourself right into the slot his crossed legs have made. his gaze is narrowed at you, his lips jutted. you simply smile—innocent, sweet—as you slide your hands around to cup the nape of his neck.
“i don’t think rotxo could handle me,” you murmur, sickeningly saccharine in such a direct contrast from seconds before. ao’nung doesn’t budge. “and the good ones are always so boring. if he was my mate, when would i ever get the chance to get up to trouble?”
“you are trouble,” ao’nung scoffs; acting annoyed, fed up. but his hands give him away as they meet the dimples of your lower back, as they slide up your spine to hold you secure so you don’t fall backwards.
his facade of pretending to not care has never been too full proof. there’s been cracks in that glass since day one.
“your trouble,” you grin. your fingers begin to draw circles along the back of his neck, tease at his hairline. “you made me this way, you know.”
“i made you nothing,” he rebuts. “you are the one who always comes up with the pesky ideas that get us scolded.”
“ah, you’re right,” you agree with a faux sigh. “humor and brains. i guess i’m the funniest and smartest person alive. truly, you should be honored.”
ao’nung rolls his eyes, peels his hands off of you. “forget ability, i do not wish to handle you now. rotxo can have you, for all i care.”
“oh?” you quirk, begin to stand up. “should i go see what he is up to—“
“sit,” ao’nung orders before you can rise no more than a few inches off of his lap; hands gripping your waist to tug you back down. the playfulness drains from his eyes, that annoyance—jealousy—flashes across sea foam irises for just a moment. “you are not funny.”
you bite the edge of your lip, making your grin turn slanted. he is so fun to tease, to toss around. his palms are warm on the dip of your waist. sliding your hands further back, you skim your finger along the side of the braid encasing his queue. faint, light. he tries to hide the shiver it causes but you pick up on it regardless. and that only makes you grin wider.
“they will speak of me until i choose a mate,” you hum as you lean closer to him, minimize the distance between your faces. “rotxo is not the only name that will be paired with mine. they all like to place their bets, you know.”
“their bets are stupid,” ao’nung mutters; gruff and rumbling out of his chest as his attention flickers, falters, the closer you get.
being this close is nothing new. being this touchy is nothing new, either. but it’s almost like your skin is buzzing, your energies feeding off one another in the moment that sends you tumbling into a smug streak. or maybe, that’s just the power ao’nung holds over you and you’re scared to admit it.
“you only think they’re stupid because your name is being outnumbered in the betting pool.” maybe that’s a little mean, but it’s fun. your fingertips are heavier now, more directed as you trace the divots of his braid with one hand and gauge the rise and fall of his chest with the other. “if you were winning, would they be stupid then?”
“i am winning,” ao’nung conveys, so sure and lacking any sense of doubt in the slightest; a variance from a few moments before. and that, well, that actually makes you falter—for just a second.
“and how do you figure that?” you mumble out the question into the minute slot between the two of you. bated and breathy.
ao’nung hooks an arm around your waist, his other hand sliding up to grip the hinge of your jaw. not harsh, not rough, but firm. cradling you carefully but securely; solidly. your breath hitches, your fingers pause on their skimming across his queue encasing.
“because i am the only one who gets to do this,” he says. blunt and honest and certain as he closes the gap severing you.
he kisses you full and deep and warm. he kisses you like he has not eaten in days and you are the one thing that can sate his hunger. he kisses you like the ocean kisses the shore; yearning and all consuming, and rushing back once more as soon as their lips must part.
and he does; chase your lips as you pull back to catch your breath. places one, two, three pecks there before he deems it a safe retreat. his eyes are lidded, but no longer from frustration. that signature crooked, haughty smirk of his is curved into his pale lips. and instead of smacking it off, you’re considering how many more kisses it would take to wipe it away.
“oh yeah,” he chuckles, lips brushing over yours as he’s already leaning in again. “so winning.”
and you can’t help but agree.
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Umm can we get a jj fic that's just making out while a movie plays in the background...? Like a makeout sesh not leading to anything...?
I love your writing and think you could make it so cute...😊😊
Author's Notes: It was hard for me to pick a movie, but I ended up picking one that I thought fit for JJ, and is a personal favourite (also shout out season 2 for the lil' homage) If this was your request I hope you love it. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! Thank you xoxoxoxo
Warnings: Brief mentions of Maybank home life, Otherwise fluffy! Just kissing, and touching.
Requested? YES! Requests for OBX are OPEN!
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Slow. JJ Maybank could do slow. He could be the King of taking things slow. He could keep his hands to himself and keep his....in his pants for as long needed, if that's she wanted. He would be the most gentlemanly Pogue to ever walk the Outer Banks.
It was their Friday night routine. A movie at her house, too many snacks and then they crashed on the couch. Her parents were fine with him staying there, they knew it was the best place for him. And they trusted him, surprisingly. So they didn't care about having a giant, blonde boy sprawled out on their couch from Friday to Sunday.
Her dad always greeted him with a smile, and a pat on his shoulder when he let him in the front door. Always asked him how he was as he let him inside, telling him to kick off his shoes and make himself at home. It was always foreign to JJ, but he did it anyways.
That Friday, though, they were alone. Her dad didn't open the front door to let him inside, or tell him to kick off his muddy boots. It was his girl who opened the door for him.
"Hey, gorgeous." JJ smiled as he leaned against the doorjamb with his backpack slung over one shoulder.
"Hi, baby." She beamed up at him before she stood on her toes and tossed her arms around his shoulders for a tight hug. He pressed a kiss to the side of her face and then followed her inside the house, kicking of his shoes as she looked back at him expectantly. He didn't think he would ever get used to that.
"So, what movie did you bring me tonight?" She smiled at him as she flopped on the couch, her knees hung over the arm.
"Thought it was your choice this time." JJ replied as he grabbed her feet, pulled off her fuzzy slippers and wiggled the tips of his fingers against the arch of her left foot to make her squeal.
"You don't pay attention to the movies I pick." She giggled with a kick of her foot away from his tickling fingers.
"I will this time, promise. Pay attention to whatever rom-com trash you pick." JJ scoffed as tossed his backpack down beside the couch, then placed his hands on the arm of the plush piece of furniture and leaned over her legs.
"Well, you're in luck. Because I didn't want to watch a romantic comedy tonight." She smiled as she opened her arms, reaching up to him and inviting him to lay in her arms.
"No? What were you thinking?" JJ responded as he accepted her invitation and laid his body on top of hers, spreading his weight on his hands so he didn't crush her.
"Maybe a scary movie? I know you like those." She grunted as his chest dropped against hers, her hands resting on his shoulders.
"Well, you're in luck. I brought one just in case you picked something lame." JJ grinned as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her nose.
"I don't have a VHS player, JJ." She teased as she reached for the soft wisps of blonde hair beneath his solid blue hat.
"Shut up. I didn't bring a VHS." JJ scoffed, a blush creeping up his neck and colouring his cheeks. He pushed himself up from the couch, reaching down to his bag and pulling out an old DVD from the island video rental store he never returned. If that place was still around he would probably owe more than the HMS Pogue was worth in rental fees.
He popped the disc in the player, then turned on the television, making sure his frame blocked her eyes from seeing what the was putting on. He always liked it to be a surprised. Her exaggerated whines were his favourite. The way she'd toss her body into his when he put on something from the 80's that she swore she didn't like, but would watch in a trance the whole time. He knew her better than she thought he did.
A smile crossed his face as he pressed play then slowly backed up towards the couch to take up his usual spot beside her. He rested his arm over the back of the couch and let her cuddle up close into the side of his body, her knees against her chest.
"I knew you'd pick this one! It was only a matter of time!" She giggled as she grabbed the collar of his shirt then turned her body so she straddled his lap.
"Goonies are like Pogues. We never say die." JJ shrugged with a lopsided grin as he placed his hands on her hips. He thumbed at the belt loops of her shorts and let her toy with the ends of his hair.
JJ's girl only smiled as she twisted her fingers into his hair as it poked out of the bottom of his hat, leaning her body into his as the movie started in the background. He wanted to make a smart remark about how he had been trying to get her to watch this movie for months, and she was distracting him.
But he really didn't mind the distraction. He had seen the movie probably a good two dozen times. Maybe more.
JJ placed his hands on her backside and tugged her closer against him, the heat from her body engulfing him. He pressed a kiss to her cheek as he slid his hands in to the back pockets of her shorts, letting her play with his hair.
"You smell really good." JJ mumbled against her cheek, then began to press kiss after kiss along her jawline down her neck.
"Thanks, baby. You smell good, too." She replied with a smile, her hands resting on his shoulders as he pressed a prolonged kiss to the side of her neck.
"No. I don't. Been helping my cousin work on his car all day. I smell like oil, and grease." JJ laughed as he pulled his head back and looked at her face.
"What's wrong with Ricky's car now?" She questioned as she traced over his strong shoulders, her eyes on her fingers.
"I think a list of things that are right with Ricky's car would be easier to answer." JJ scoffed as he pulled his right hand out of her back pocket and placed it on her thigh, his calloused fingertips tracing his own patterns on her soft skin.
"You're a good cousin, JJ." She stated softly before she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.
JJ released a slow exhale through his nostrils as he reached his right hand up to place it on her cheek. A low groan rumbled in his chest as she shifted in his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull herself close him. She was so warm in his arms, and she smelled so good - like the flowers outside of that library he used to visit as a kid. Fresh, but a little sweet.
"Take this off. I love your hair." She whispered as she pulled of his hat, placing it on the back of the couch then pushed her fingers up the back of his head and into his hair.
JJ smiled then leaned forward to kiss her again, not ready to let her go. He sealed his lips to hers in a firm kiss as his hand wrapped around the back of her neck, his own fingers twisted in her hair. He couldn't remember the last time he had spent so much time with a girl just touching her, kissing her, or learning who she was.
"JJ." She mumbled into their kiss, her eyes closed as his fingertips circled the back of her neck.
"Yeah?"
"My parents won't be home next weekend." She whispered as she dropped her forehead to his and smoothed her hands over his biceps, his skin warm and still a little sweaty from a day outside working on the car.
JJ leaned his head back on the couch and raised his eyebrows at his girlfriend. He had been with enough girls to know what that statement meant. Or what she was asking him, without really asking him. JJ placed both hands on her backside as he mulled over her statement for a moment.
"Where are they going? JJ questioned as his hands traveled from her backside to the sides of her thighs, her skin so soft and warm beneath his palms.
"A vow renewal on the main-land for some of their friends from college. I thought, if you wanted, you could spend the night." She didn't look at him as she answered, rather pulled her index finger through the collar of his T-shirt.
"Of course I want to. I always want to. But, you know that we don't have to, y'know, do anything. I'll spend the night next weekend just the two of us. But there's no like, expectation. We can just hang out and watch movies. Or I can build you a fire in that nice pit outside your dad never uses. Whatever you want." JJ replied, and he meant every single word. He could, and he would, wait for her.
"And if I happened to be naked?" She questioned as she thumbed at a piece of lint on his shirt, her eyes on his chest.
"Then I guess I'll be naked, too." JJ grinned before he pressed his lips to her cheek.
She held his face in her hands, her fingertips on his jawline, and turned her face to press her lips to his. JJ released a breath he didn't realize he had been holding in his chest and wrapped his arms around her middle again, keeping her flush against him. He licked at her bottom lip, the corners of his mouth turning up into a small smile as she whined a little and let his tongue slip inside her mouth. She reached to the back of his head, tugging on his soft, messy blonde hair as he dragged the tip of his tongue along the roof of her mouth. JJ breathing out a laugh as she rocked her hips on top of him.
"You make it hard to take things slow sometimes, pretty baby." JJ muttered as he removed his tongue from her mouth and tucked her hair behind her ear.
"M'sorry." She whispered as she twirled a strand of his hair around her index finger, her forehead against his.
"Don't be. You're worth the wait, and I kinda like just kissing you." JJ breathed as he placed a hand on the back of her neck once more to bring her lips to his.
In the back of his mind, JJ made peace with the fact that he wasn't going to get to show his girl one of his favourite movies that night. He figured there would probably be ample opportunity to show it to her again, and if she found herself in his lap again the next time The Goonies were on a treasure hunt...
Well, he wouldn't exactly mind then either. Whatever got her close to him.
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no. 1 smut with argyle 🤭
1: “do you think of me when you touch yourself?”
Girl im so sorry but im just, dom reader for sure here. I just I'm sorry but it's necessary bc we all know argyles a simp, best friends to lovers YUH. This one is honestly more sweet, not a ton of smut but its cause i too am a simp and i havent written much for argyle so yk i gotta get the simp shit out first before i unleash the whore kraken
WARNINGS: mentions of male, hand job/blow job, eye contact, def dom!reader vibes, sub!argyle vibes (hes just down bad and a simp), wet dreams tee hee
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Tonight was no different from any other night that Argyle crashed at Y/n's. The two had been best friends since the fourth grade-they'd practically grown up together. But lately things have felt a little different-at least for Argyle-and by lately that meant the past six months when with the help of Jonathan he realized that he was actually really into Y/n.
Apparently it wasn't normal to talk about how sweet, pretty, and interesting your best friend is every single day, nor is it normal to constantly call the guys she dated "annoying douchebags that wear knockoffs" or "fake skater surfer boys".
So he knew the truth, he was into her, sure that changed things for him, when they smoked-regardless of where-his eyes would focus on her lips for long periods of time and anytime she touched him it was like a jolt of electricity sent through his entire figure. Not to mention the way he found himself checking her out-eyes glued to her curves anytime she asked him how she looked, and the most recent shameful development.
The dreams. He'd dream about being with her, about fucking into her as she laid below him, his hair brushing against one of her shoulders while she looked up at him with parted lips and hooded eyes. The way she'd moan and whimper his name as her nails scratched along his arms and back, or the way she'd look on top, biting her bottom lip the same way she did when she rolled, all the while she massaged her own tits, eyes held on his. The worst dreams though-were the ones where she was on her knees, staring up at him as her tongue trailed along his cock.
She always looked so pretty like that, mascara stained cheeks as she looked at him through her lashes.
The only thing that made tonight different was when Y/n woke up at two in the morning and went to grab some water, as she crawled back into her bed she heard it-the first low whimper from his sleeping figure, then it happened again, this one a little louder-more of a groan and she had no idea what to do-her eyes wide as she stared.
Then he moaned her name-it wasn't loud but it was coherent and clear-he was having a wet dream about her and it turned her on, her body engulfed in a white heat as she stared, her lips parted now. She opted to wake him up, gently shaking his shoulder "Argyle, argyle get up" her harsh whispers were the first thing he heard as he stirred away-her face a few inches from his.
"Wha-what happened?" she raised a brow "you tell me, sounds like your dream was interesting" she was teasing him, her sultry tone had his eyes widening and brows raising-a look of shock and embarrassment on his face "y/n-hey man it's not what it sounds like okay-i just-you-we-shit okay you caught me" she giggled and shushed him.
"I have a question do you think of me when you touch yourself?” he didn't know how to answer that, blinking several times in shock, still processing that this was real and not just his dream "yeah-obviously" then he placed a hand on her cheek, gently caressing it before sliding along her throat then her shoulder, her brows knit together "what're you doing?" she couldn't help her giggle. "making sure you're real"
"I'm definitely real" he nodded his head "yeah-your skins really soft" she rolled her eyes, a smile on her face as she glanced at the evident tent under her sheets, his thin shorts doing nothing to restrain him. "can i help you with that?" he nodded his head "please-oh shit" he groaned as her hand slid down his bare chest, then below the sheets and the waistband of his shorts.
His head lulled back as she palmed him, biting his bottom lip while he shut his eyes "look at me baby" her dominance was evident, he immediately opened his eyes, looking at her face, holding eye contact as she grasped the base of his thick cock, then she started slowly pumping her hand along his shaft-thumb running over the tip over and over again, small whimpers and groans leaving his lips.
Then she moved from her spot, sliding the sheets down-pulling him out of his shorts, repositioning herself between his thighs, laying flat on her stomach, her legs kicked up in the air as she stared at him. The moonlight shining through her blinds reflecting against her figure-and he swore he had to be dreaming.
She ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, then she swirled it around his tip, gliding against the slit-gathering every drop of precum and his mind was officially fuzzy while he watched her. Then she took him into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks, opting to take him further and further-until he was hitting the back of her throat.
He bit into his fist to stop his loud moans from coming out, his hooded eyes focused on her while she stared up at him-a few tears leaving her eyes as she took him down her throat-gagging around him. She let him go, then brought him back down her throat again-keeping the same rhythm up until she felt his cock twitching, then she took him out of her mouth, opting to wrap her hand around him-jerking him off while she stared at him.
Then she took him into her mouth again, sucking on the tip, his groans getting harder to hold back "y/n-baby-I'm gonna cum and fuck I don't know if you want me to in your mouth-like i don't wanna be rude or anything dude" she pulled him out of her mouth, biting her bottom lip and raising a brow "i want it down my throat"
He rubbed a hand over his face "oh god man-you really can't talk to me like that when you're this close to my dick" she giggled, rolling her eyes playfully before taking him back down her throat-he only lasted a few seconds after that.
Then once she swallowed and finished running her tongue along his cock-cleaning him up, she tucked him back into his shorts and laid back down, this time opting to rest her head against his chest.
"You wanna go on a date or somethin?" she giggled "yeah-i'd like that"
ok ok hear me out … innocently skinny dipping with best friend!Joaquín quickly turns not so innocent
oh i hear you loud and clear, anon (18+)
the heat had been unbearable all day, the kind that made your skin feel sticky even when you weren’t moving. so when you found the creek in the middle of your hike—a perfect little hideaway, tucked between trees, the water glistening under the summer sun—you had to take advantage.
“absolutely not,” joaquín had said the moment he realized what you were suggesting.
“oh, come on,” you groaned, already tugging off your shoes. “it’s hot as hell, and this is, like, prime summer adventure material. what, can’t you swim?”
“i can, i just—” he gestured vaguely at you, cheeks already a little pink. “you can’t just say we should go skinny dipping like it’s normal.”
you grinned, unbuttoning your shorts. “it is normal.”
“for people who—” he cut himself off, running a hand down his face. “you know what? fine. whatever.”
that was all the permission you needed. you were already stripping, kicking your shorts to the side before pulling your shirt over your head. joaquín went quiet. completely, deadly quiet. when you glanced up, he looked like he’d just been hit over the head with a brick.
his mouth opened, then closed. he swallowed hard.
“you don’t have to, y’know,” you teased, slipping your thumbs into the waistband of your underwear.
“i know,” he said quickly, too quickly.
then, before he could think too hard about it, he tore his shirt off, tossing it to the ground like if he hesitated for even a second, he’d lose all his nerve. his hands hovered at his belt, though, like his brain was suddenly catching up to what was happening.
you, on the other hand, had already unhooked your bra.
and you didn’t wait.
by the time joaquín had worked up the courage to get down to his boxers, you were already sinking into the water, the cool relief washing over you as you sighed happily. when you looked back, he was staring, frozen at the edge of the creek, hair ruffled from the wind, sun catching on the planes of his chest.
“you comin’?” you asked, smiling.
joaquín blinked. his hands twitched at the front of his crotch.
“…yeah,” he croaked, though he still hadn’t moved.
you smirked. “you sure?”
his jaw ticked. “shut up.”
And yet, he still hesitated. Still lingered at the edge like stepping in would be a point of no return.
That’s when you really decided to test him.
You stretched, letting your body float a little in the water. You let your arms skim the surface, your back arching slightly as you sighed in contentment, and then—just for good measure—you let your eyes drag over him in slow, deliberate appraisal.
“Shame,” you mused. “Water feels really good.”
that did it.
with a muttered curse, joaquín shoved his boxers down and waded in after you, water splashing as he hurried in—probably faster than necessary, just to make sure you didn’t get too good of a look.
not that it mattered. because now, he was right there.
close enough that you could see the droplets of water on his collarbones. close enough that the warmth of his skin bled into yours, even with the cool creek between you.
close enough that when you met his eyes, something shifted.
his tongue flicked out to wet his lips. your pulse jumped.
you should’ve been laughing. you should’ve splashed him or made some joke about him finally getting over himself. but you didn’t.
instead, you just floated there, watching him.
and he watched you back.
and neither of you moved.
the creek was deep enough that your feet couldn’t touch the bottom, so you drifted, floating on your backs, the sun warming your face while the water cooled everything else.
it was nice. Iit was easy.
every now and then, the faint stream of the creek pulled you both closer, bobbing on what little current there was until your outstretched fingertips brushed his—and every time, it startled the both of you out of whatever daze you’d slipped into. the first few times, you’d both jerk away, an awkward laugh bubbling up, pretending it didn’t mean anything.
but then it happened again. and again. and again.
eventually, you stopped caring.
that’s how you found yourself shoulder to shoulder with joaquín, legs brushing, skin slick with water and leftover sunscreen, the warmth of him bleeding into you even with the water between you.
it should’ve been fine. it should’ve been just friends—best friends—cooling off in a creek in the middle of nowhere.
but then you turned your head and really looked at him.
his hair was wet, dark curls weighed down and sticking to his forehead. droplets of water clung to his jaw, his collarbones, the ridges of his toned arms. the sun cast a glow over his skin, and when you glanced down, you could just barely see the shift of muscle beneath the water.
and suddenly, fine didn’t quite cut it anymore.
you swallowed hard, shifting slightly, but that only made things worse. because now your thigh was pressed against his. now his arm was touching yours. now you were very, very aware of the fact that there was absolutely nothing between the two of you but a thin barrier of water and willpower.
joaquín sucked in a breath. “you’re, uh… really close.”
“so are you,” you murmured.
he went quiet and shifted so his head bobbed over the water. you did the same.
and then, because you couldn’t help yourself, you let your fingers drift beneath the water, just barely brushing over his stomach.
his reaction was instant.
he tensed, breath hitching, his body jolting slightly as he tried to keep his composure. you felt it—the sharp inhale, the way his abs flexed beneath your touch, the way his fingers twitched at his sides like he was fighting the urge to grab onto something.
like you.
your eyes flickered up to meet his, a slow, knowing smile tugging at your lips.
“…you okay there, torres?”
he exhaled sharply, his head tilting back toward the sky. “you’re gonna kill me.”
you hummed, fingers tracing just a little lower. “maybe.”
and then, just to prove a point, you kicked off him, spinning back into the water, pretending like nothing had happened.
but you felt it.
you felt the way his eyes stayed locked on you, felt the way his breath hitched again when your body surfaced a little too close to his, felt the way the tension crackled between you like the summer heat itself.
and when you glanced back at him, raising a brow, he was still watching you, pupils blown wide, lips slightly parted.
“…you’re a dick,” he muttered, voice lower than before.
you smiled. “you love me though.”
his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
then, with a sudden surge, he lunged forward, sending a wave of water crashing over you both, laughter and gasps lost in the heat of the moment.
his hands slid up your bare waist, mouth hovering just over yours. he looked at you, waiting, itching to lean closer. and you did the same, brushing your nose against his as the two of you slowly leaned closer, and closer.
his lips finally crash against yours, and it’s messy, desperate—like you’ve both been waiting for this, like the water between you is the only thing keeping you from completely falling into each other.
your hands find their way to his shoulders, gripping onto him as he pulls you in, his arms wrapping around your waist, locking you against him. the cool water does little to combat the heat between you, the way his lips part against yours, the way his tongue brushes over your bottom lip, tasting like summer and something sweeter—something uniquely joaquín.
you let out a quiet gasp as he deepens the kiss, one of his hands trailing up your back, fingers dragging over your wet skin, sending a shiver through you despite the warmth of the sun overhead. he’s still holding you so close, chest to chest, heartbeat against heartbeat, and when he tilts his head to kiss you deeper, the both of you nearly sink under the water.
joaquín chuckles, breaking away for just a second, his forehead pressing against yours as you both catch your breath.
“guess we should be careful,” he murmurs, voice rough, eyes dark with something unreadable.
but you don’t want to be careful.
so you tug him back in, fingers slipping into his curls, giving them a teasing little tug just to hear him groan against your lips. his hands grip your waist tighter in response, like he’s trying to ground himself, but he’s losing the battle.
and so are you.
his kisses trail lower—your jaw, your neck, the wet skin of your shoulder—and your head tips back, a quiet, breathy sound escaping you. joaquín exhales shakily, lips hovering over your pulse for a second before he presses his teeth against it, not quite biting, but not exactly soft, either.
“joaquín,” you whisper, hands fisting in his hair.
he just hums against your skin, pleased with himself, before pulling back to look at you, his lips red, swollen, glistening with the faintest hint of water. his gaze flickers between your lips and your eyes, and then, just as quickly as he kissed you, that teasing little smirk of his starts creeping back in.
“we should probably head back,” he muses, voice deliberately casual, but his grip on your hips doesn’t loosen. if anything, his fingers dig in just a little bit more.
you scoff, half-laughing, half-breathless. “you wanna leave right now?”
joaquín grins, cocky and pleased, but he leans in, pressing one last lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth before murmuring, “c’mon… where’s the fun in giving in all at once? i saw a motel a few miles back from where we parked the car. we can continue there if you want, but only if you’r up for it.”
and fuck, if that wasn’t a challenge, you didn’t know what was.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬
Pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader, slight rafe cameron x fem!reader
summary: friendship makes a weird way for feelings, especially if they aren't reciprocated.
warnings: underage drinking, slight unwanted advances, angst, nsfw (18+ please)
no pogue on pogue macking. that damn rule rang through your head as you caught yourself gazing off watching the one boy, that you promised yourself you wouldn't fall for, show interest in a random tourist. Her hips swayed against his almost naturally. The connection they have looked almost more than a random hookup at a spur of the moment kegger. It was always simple for him to find some girl to latch onto to pass his time. For you, however, it was torture. what you thought was a mutual pining for one another, had shown it was more one-sided than he had led you to believe.
downing another drink seemed easier than confronting the obvious jealousy eating away inside of you. Hitting the brink of alcohol-induced amnesia could help put you into a state where you could obliviously enjoy yourself. Feeling as if you’re at will to an anonymous puppeteer. Snapping right back to the moment when you hear her sickly sweet giggle echo through the night air, laughing at his pathetic excuse for flirting. something you thought was reserved only for you.
jj wasn't one to acknowledge his feelings for a girl, instead, trading it for the convenience of quick sex that was served to him by the desperate girls who were here on vacation. not wanting to have the responsibility of having to learn more than the name he would be grunting out that night. pushing away his feelings that had been building for his best friend for years. to him, you seemed worth the trouble.
"weird to see you alone" drunkenly turning your head to see that none other than rafe cameron, king of the kooks, was taking his time to talk to you. "normally maybank is attached to your hip" he sniggered as he sipped out of a red solo cup. "he seems a bit preoccupied" you replied with a snarky tone. uncharacteristically rafe open a hand in invitation. with a confused glare, you grab it. "now this isn't me doing you a favour, I just hate maybank more than I hate you" he replied in almost response to the questions littering your mind. this catching the glances of the pogues, including the one you were hoping to.
music blaring as you wrapped around rafe to the beat, grabbing a cup out of a kooks hand and downing it to try and make this more bearable. you hated to admit it but you were having fun. almost forgetting the fact that you had a means to why you were dancing with rafe instead of with your friend group, who weren't subtle about their distaste for your current actions. minutes quickly passed as you caught yourself having a good time.
you finally pull yourself away from the group of kooks that had formed. Topper and kelce made for decent conversation as you were slipping back into sobriety. you had to get another drink, you were way too aware of what was happening, a pogue being adopted by a massive group of kooks for the night was not going to end well and you were not willing to be sober for it.
you had almost made it to the keg when a large hand grabbed your wrist, with a slight jump you turned around to see john b. "what are you doing?" he said with his voice laced with concern rather than anger. "jay had mumbled something about you and then took off to the twinkie, I have never seen him so angry or hammered." with a sigh and a blunt response promising you'd deal with it. you set off in the direction of where the van was parked. completely sobered up carrying a full cup of cheap beer.
the dark corner of the street where john b had parked made it almost impossible to see the swaying of the van. the lights were on and you swung open the sliding door. thinking you would find an angrily intoxicated jj. it was a surprise to see that in fact, he wasn't alone, his large hands wrapped around the bare back of the black-haired girl he had perched on his lap as the moans of them both had now become more apparent. almost deafening, as you stood there frozen, as you tried to process. his head lazily rolled back as he guided her to bounce on top of him.
clearing your throat after three seconds that felt like an eternity. he scrambled to cover himself, leaving his guest to try and swiftly cover her naked body. "jb thought something was wrong, seems he was misreading the situation" you turn on your heel to try to walk away from the steam-filled volks wagon, abandoning the party and making a break down the dark and lonely road.
jj scrambling to dress his lower half and trying to catch up to you, as you head back to the chateau on foot, not wanting to ruin the night for the others. "come on, wait a fucking second" ignoring him as you continued down the cold path. hurt, not upset but angry.
finally catching up to you, he placed both his hands on your waist, bringing you to a halt. using the leverage he had on your waist to force you to face him. "can you at least tell me what's got you all hot-headed" he started "did rafe not fill your needs?" he spat. at a complete loss for words, you look up to see the blue eyes you once fell in love with turn completely dark. his grip tightening on your hips. "let go" you say in barely a whisper. with that, he let go with a scoff. "I don't get why my best friend, suddenly has a problem with everything I do," he said once again with anger evident in his voice, grabbing ahold of you once again. he went to go speak again but you beat him to it, "jay you might be an idiot but I know you're not stupid, just let me go" and with that, he did. With a glimmer of sadness in his eyes at the thought of losing you for good.
and with that he had, he had lost you completely.
a/n, hiya this has been sitting in the drafts as dot points of ideas and I felt motivated enough to finally put them collectively together as a one-shot. This is my first fic in a while so go easy on me, I'm rusty. I had to write some jj angst cause that's all I'm reading currently. hope you enjoyed <3
my valentine without the word ㆍ୨୧ㆍ wally clark x fem!reader
summary: being boyfriend and girlfriend spirits were easy; they were able to touch, able to feel each other, see each other and everything! but, what wally didn’t think of was the fact every valentine’s day, he can’t ask her to be his valentine since that’s the day she died.
warnings; mentions of y/n death, bubbly! reader, clueless! reader, sweet! reader, wally being a yearner, extreme fluff and soft ending, awkwardness a bit, make-out but no smut
a/n: HEY YALL..but anyways i wanted to write a little wally fic for valentine’s day bc I YEARN FOR HIM ITS SO BAD STOP STOP MAKE IT STOP
sitting on the top bleachers with their hands holding one another, wally pressed his lips against y/n’s sweet and tender ones, she smiled into the kiss and hummed when he let his hand wander and pulled her waist closer to his body.
this was their morning routine, afternoon routine, evening and night. every day they’ll find some alone time and cuddle up with each other, losing time and energy in each other and finding comfort in one another.
today was different, it felt different, the atmosphere was totally off and wally didn’t know what it was, every couple was kissing somewhere, there were pink balloons, heart shaped and all.
he knew exactly what today was, but couldn’t do anything about it.
pulling apart as she kissed his cheek, y/n heard her name be called by sarah, another ghost who’d died from choking on her cucumber at lunch ten years ago, she was nice and sweet, wally didn’t know her personally, but y/n talked about her a lot and he’s bound to listen to every and anything she says.
‘oh, i guess i gotta go, i promised sarah i’d talk to her today, i’ll see you later?’ y/n hummed and tilted her head to the side as wally smiled deeply and pushed his lips against hers one last time, for now
‘okay but promise we’ll meet up in the teachers lounge, i heard words that there’s some cute decor there. I know you’ll love to see’ he smiled as she squealed.
y/n loved anything sweet, soft, kind and gentle. she was bound to date a jock, if they were still alive, he wouldn’t put it past himself that he wouldn’t go for her.
‘okay! i’ll hold you too that’ she smiled and pulled away from his grasp, walking down the bleachers and running to sarah.
sighing he leaned back—‘did you ask her yet?’ yelling and turning to see charley he groaned and rolled his eyes.
‘no..why would i? that’d be a different level of fucked up..i don’t want her to think about it’ wally sighed and looked at the door that y/n had left out of.
‘think about what? valentine’s day? it’s the most cute day for couples, expressing love, kissing each other, holding each other, whispering sweet nothings—‘
‘remembering the day you died on…’ wally looked at charley who left his mouth agap, frowning his eyebrows and gasping.
‘wait, she died on valentine’s day? the sweetest girl, bubbly, nice, beautiful, kind, loving, and supportive girl died on valentine’s day? how even…’ he was confused, y/n shared how she died in an embarrassing and traumatic way never when she died especially on this day.
‘yeah..she never told you?’ wally turned and was shocked, he’d assumed she told everyone by now, it’s been years, but he wouldn’t if he were her.
‘no..no? what happened? if you can tell me’ he wanted to know, charley needed to know, if it was so embarrassing it would probably cure him from being a gay who died of a nut allergy.
‘well..i mean..if i tell you, you didn’t hear this from me! i don’t want to tell you but she said she’d tell you guys more about it tomorrow so ill tell you’
‘okay! okay! just yeah..tell me everything’ he got comfortable next to wally and waiting for him to start it.
.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ★ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .
walking down the school hallway with her hair in a half up half down and a bow on the hair tie, y/n hummed and smiled to herself while she thought about her secret love letter she got in her locker.
she was a huge romantic and seeing that made her whole day, her whole valentine’s day.
the letter had said—
to the most beautiful girl in school, i want to confess my love to you but im afraid. afraid of what you’ll think of me and afraid of what you might say. meet me behind the school after school so i can confess my deep love and affection for you, y/n l/n, my sweetest memory.
from your secret admire.
she was star struck, she heard rumors of people having a crush on her but she never listened to the because they never said anything to her directly, she loved love and wanted to feel it more than anything, but hearing rumors and fake news made her dislike love from school more than anything.
it was the last period and she’d been drawing hearts on her paper, red and pink. smiling to herself while holding the letter in her pink knitted pocket.
wondering to herself who could it be? what does he look like, or what does she look like? are they tall or short? silly or serious? dangerous or nothing like it?
she was in a daze.
at the end of the day, waiting in her deep red car, she sat and waited, everyone leaving the premise, the sun setting and the moon coming to show its softness, she was nervous.
getting out of her car and walking to the back of the school, she looked down to see red rose petals on the ground and smiled wide, her face warming up and her eyes shining.
following the rose petals she looked up and smiled at the huge letters of ‘would you be my valentine’. gasping and giggling to herself whilst looking at the table of heart shaped chocolates and flowers she touching them softly.
‘y/n?’ turning around she jumped and suppressed a gasp. what was he doing here? was this allowed?
‘mr. smith..i’m sorry i—‘
‘no no..don’t apologize..besides i’m the one who asked you to be here’
what.
‘i’m sorry?’ she knew exactly what he meant.
‘it’s just..i know that this isn’t normal but i know that this is real, what i feel for you? it’s all real, and i know you love me too, you show it all the time! smiling, laughing at me, staying after class—‘
‘mr.smith..i’m..no? i’m sorry i don’t understand..i stay after class for help on my work i don’t—‘
‘no no no don’t play with me i know what you feel i know it’s real, i know that you love me, i love you just as much, even more if anything!’ He stepped closer as she stepped back, hitting the table of flowers and chocolates.
how long did this take him to plan, did he really feel this way for her, she’s sixteen for heaven sake and he’s forty nine, he has a wife and she’s pregnant, where did she go wrong.
‘mr.smith please..i need to get home—‘
‘no!’
jumping she gasped and held a hand over her mouth as he tried to calm himself, breathing in and out with his eyes closed he shook his head—‘no..you haven’t even touched your chocolates yet..please..just..please’ sighing she walked sirius the table to that it was between him and her.
‘i’d i eat this..will you let me go home..please’ she begged. he looked like he was thinking to himself, weighing out the options and signing.
‘of course!’ she sighed and gulped, picking up a milk chocolate heart and slowly pushing it into her mouth she chewed, and swallowed.
‘there..now—‘ gulping while she felt something in her body move, almost as if something just shut down, she closed her eyes and hummed.
‘sh sh sh..’ walking to y/n who kept opening and closing her eyes she frowns and groaned, her whole body felt so heavy, out of place and like water.
what..she’d be drugged of course.
a popular teacher amongst the town who fell in love with his sixteen year old student just confessed his love. of course he knew the odds of her returning them, that’s why he did this.
‘mr…’ she hummed and almost fell but he caught her body, his hand on her cheek to hold her head up as her light pink kitten healed foot bent, losing her balance. the only thing keeping her afloat was his grip around her waist and his hand on her neck and face.
‘it’s okay my sweet, it’s alright, sh sh sh’ he brought her body down on to the stage floor. his knees present against the wood as she was passed out cold, her mind shut down completely and he shoved more chocolate down her throat.
.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ★ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .
‘the last thing she remembers is waking up in the stage floor and the whole room was empty, her body was sore and she said it felt like she was walking on nothing. later that week she’d even ignored by everyone and anyone, her parents had come to look for her even when she yelled in their face that she was right there.’ wally clutched his fist in anger and sorrow for her.
charley sat there in pure silence and shock, the overwhelming feeling of pity filled his every being. horror and sadness were very apparent in the both of them.
‘then the next week after that, she’d started hearing rumors about her death, that she was strangled, and shoved in the back of the costume room. the autopsy report being overdose, the last thing she ate being chocolate..every time she sees one she gets physically sick..’ wally shook his head as he remembers the time she ran out of the room when a student dropped a box of chocolate in front of her and she wasn’t seen for the rest of the day until he visited her.
‘he was caught, a month later, in a room filled with her pictures and a lock of her hair in his grip, supposedly he still keeps it to this day in jail’ wally finished off as he looked at charley who’s been shut down.
his mouth hung open and his eyes watching wally.
‘but..does she know he’s still alive?’
‘yeah, of course she does, she listens to the teacher lounge every day for any news about him dying, she reads the newspapers and watches the news when it’s on’ wally stood up and walked down the bleachers with charley following.
‘so wait, i understand how fucked up and traumatic that is but why won’t you just ask her to be your valentine you know? without the fancy decorations, without any sweets or anything, what about like..pizza? or a hot dog?’ he suggested.
‘nah..i don’t want her to hear the word from me at least and get any form of flash back, i couldn’t fathom it if i cause her pain in any way even if its involuntary..I just wanted her to have a sweet day without anything happening.’ wally walked as charley followed.
there weren’t many places to go but at the moment the cafe was the hot spot, y/n had been off somewhere, post likely the acting class with sarah still.
‘well i don’t think if you say “will you be my valentine” without saying it, she’ll have any kind of flashback’ he suggested.
wally turned and was interested.
‘how do i say it without saying it?’
.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ★ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .
walking down to the teachers lounge as wally fixed his hair, he straightened his back and cracked his neck.
charley’s words ringing and replaying in his head as he saw her.
standing with her small heeled shoes; pink knitted sweater and white dress, her hair tied back and with a bow, she turned and smiled.
‘wally!’ walking fastly to him and wrapping her arms around his neck he smiled and held his hand on her small back, holding it and kissing her deeply.
she smelt so nice every time he was around her. her whole being was enough to be a drug for him if anything.
‘aw did you miss me today?’ he teased as she nodded with a smile.
‘i was thinking about you all day! i wanted to ditch sarah and come to you so bad but i didn’t want to be a bad friend’ she laughed as he did as well, his arms holding her against himself.
‘i was thinking about nothing but you, i wanted to do something for you..something small, y’know. for our day’ he smiled, trying to avoid the words, the day, today, and valentine’s day.
‘awh, our day? what do you have planned’ she wondered; tilted her head to the side while her earring hoops moved as well.
‘come on!’ He tugged her hand and lead he outside.
walking to the garden that the school had, he opened the door and they sat down on the silver bench, it was a bit chilly but the breeze settled it evenly.
‘you wanted to come outside?’
‘yeah, i mean, it’s a nice day, the flowers have bloomed, look’ she turned from his eyes and looked at the pink flowers on the ground. gasping she smiled at them.
‘oh, this is sweet’ she smiled and turned to wally who looked like he was suffocating.
‘baby you okay—‘
‘but y’know, we can also go to the lounge, any classroom, the rooftop! it doesn’t matter, or our favorite secret spot?’ he grinned and pressed his nose against hers and smiled while he kissed her softly.
she smiled into it but frowned and pulled away.
‘wait, so your not going to ask me?’ she pulled away while looking at his lips, her pointer finger touching his chin while her eyes then moved up to his own.
‘..ask you what?’ he asked dumbly
‘wally..you know what’ she scolded, her eyebrows frowning—‘wally come on..’
‘i can’t! you know i can’t and i won’t!’ he shook his head while she placed a hand on his cheek.
‘wally..’
‘no y/n i’m serious. if i bring up anything, any pain, any memory; any regrets and trauma i will lose myself and i can’t do that to you because i can’t hurt you. i can’t..’
‘wally…your not hurting me by asking me to be your valentine..you never ask me! this is the sixth year you didn’t ask me! i let the other five pass because i wanted you to say it without me saying anything but please..it’s cute! it’s a beautiful day it’s..it’s not why i died..’ she whispers the last part; his eyebrows pulling together.
a small frown on her lips as she let her fingers play with his ear, a weird calming touch for him and a note for her to let her know he was there.
‘i didn’t die because of valentine’s day i just so happened to be killed by some weirdo who thought i liked him..im over thinking about it..i want you to be my valentine if you’ll have me?’ she smiled at the final part and he smiled back, laughing and nodding as she hummed.
‘yeah?’ she encourages as he nodded more—‘yes..yes, will you be my valentine?’ he smiled as his lips brushed hers and she nodded with a smile.
‘of course wally clark’ pushing herself into his lips as he closed his eyes, he hummed and held the back of her neck, their kiss deepening and her hands touching his chest and neck.
pulling apart to breath into each others mouth before pushing back into it, wally leaned back onto the bench and let y/n on top of him, her hand on his chest and his holding her waist.
she smiled as he groaned a bit. moving her face and nibbling his neck.
gripping her waist and resisting the urge to push his hips up against hers. she smiled and whispered—‘i’m not afraid of chocolates anymore, you can get me some of those too’ he smiled as she hovered over his face and leaned down to kiss her sweet.
holding the neck of his valentine .
PRETTY WHEN I CRY ⸺ neteyam !
synopsis :: to him, you look ethereal. sculpted by the sky itself, skin gilded with ivory specks, he is suddenly overcome with the urge to uproot his eyes; just so that your face would be the last he commits to memory.
pairing :: neteyam sully / f!omatikaya!reader
author’s note .ᐟ me when i. me when i cannot shortly elaborate on an idea in under 1k words. physically incapable of it actually. this is littered w references btw so lmk if u catch any! angsty as hell yall im sorry.. based on this post😋 ps. listen to pretty when u cry/tunnel under ocean blvd, thats what i did <3
content warning :: mature
word count :: 4.1k
general tags :: angst, emotional hurt/comfort, no happy ending (mayhaps ?? open to interpretation), suggestive themes, aged up characters, goodbyes🫂
“No… what? No, you— you cannot just leave.”
There is a certain knot deep inside your chest, slowly but steadily clawing its way upwards your throat. It’s dizzying, it’s suffocating, and entirely disarming; frantic eyes sweep back and forth between the boy in front of you and the forest wall behind him. In disbelief, maybe. Denial, perhaps, of the all-consuming dread of knowing the inevitable.
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OKAY OKAY so i was thinking right?
a smut where peter and the reader are doing it and she gets a phone call, idk from her mom or something??? and shes trying to get peter to stop, but he won’t so she has to try and cover it up while on the phone
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i love this idea SO much! heres somethin sweet i cooked up for the kiddos<33
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HUSH, HUSH- P.B PARKER
Pairing: Bf! Peter Parker x Gf! Reader
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: SMUT, breeding kink, gagging on petes fingers, teasing, swearing, petnames, teasing, slight dumbification kink, blowjob mentioned, peter being a menace
You had left your phone tucked away in your bedside table, stuffed under piles of junk, so far down it was swimming in papers of all shapes and sizes.
You were sure of it.
The reason you did this, was so when your mom did her weekly, over the top check in, you couldn't pick up. You’d have no option but to let it ring and ring, because you wouldn't be able to hear it. But yet, there it was, ringing on the floor of Peter's bedroom.
You cursed yourself, wishing you could melt into a puddle right then and there.
It would be simple really, as Peter had already turned your bones to jello. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, body quivering from under him. Sweat trickled from your brow as he teased you, a wild grin plastered across his face.
He had made you cum more times that night than any man in your life had been able to in five months. You fell in love with Peter before you knew the added benefits that came with the package of dating him. Those being that he was excellent with his tongue, his fingers and his cock.
His talents showed true tonight, starting at sundown. The moon now was shining down at the two of you, a twinkling glow illuminating his body like a halo. Peter's fingers traced your curves, fingers teasing as he neared the spot you needed him most. His actions came to a halt as he heard the shrill ring from the side of the room.
He knew that ringtone, and he knew what happened if you didn't pick up. “You gonna get that Bambi?” he teased, grin turning mischievous at your shaking frame. “I don't really have a choice, now do I?” you whimpered, smiling faintly as he allowed you to wiggle from under him, as if to say be my guest.
You rolled off the bed, silk sheets brushing your thighs as you wobbled over to the buzzing phone. Stumbling over your own feet in the darkness, you heard a deep chuckle sound from behind you, and you quickly flipped off your boyfriend. Handsome prick!
Finally, you managed to grab your phone, the bright light making you squint as you hit accept. “Hello?” you croaked, voice still hoarse from screaming and sucking Peter off earlier.
“Hi sweetheart! What's my girl been up to?” your mother's cheery voice rang through the other end.
She's been getting her brains fucked out, you thought, holding back a laugh as Peter raised his eyebrow expectantly at you from the bed. “Oh um- nothing! Nothing’s new!”
Your eyes widened as you saw Peter's finger coaxing you back over to where he sat. Frantically, you shook your head. The look in his eye was gleaming, a boys in grin still on his face.
His fun was just starting, which meant things would not be good for you.
“Nothing? Nothing at all? You’re telling me you’ve just been sitting around in your apartment all week?” You slowly found yourself wandering over to Peter as you paced, his hand slipping in yours to tug you back on your back. “I’ve just been doing a lot of homework lately ya know? Classes n all that.” you faltered, holding the phone tightly to your ear as Peter shifted back on top of you.
What are you doing?! you mouthed, confusion plastered across your face as he smiled.
“Hmph. Classes in all that. How's the cute boyfriend doing?” she laughed, making you roll your eyes. “He’s not cute. He's mediocre.” you lied, earning a pinch on your side from Peter. You stifled back a laugh as he scoffed, placing a hand on his heart as if your words had physically wounded him.
“I beg to differ.” the cheery voice said from the other side, making Peter tilt his head in agreement. “Peter’s doing good. Hasn't gotten tired of my fictional crushes yet. He supports the Felicia Hardy obsession.”
Peter began to slowly spread your legs, revealing your slick mixed with his cum that stained your thighs. You bite back a moan as he brought his hand up to cup your cunt, smearing around your mess.
Head lolled to the side, you tried using your free hand to shove him off, with no luck. He continued his teasing as you shook your head wildly, silently mouthing every synonym of wait! you possibly could think of.
Your mom's voice continued to sound from the speaker, as Peter lined himself with your entrance, his only warning being a wink as he slid into you with ease.
“Yeah mom I think- OH GOD!!” you wailed as he entered your tight hole, his fingers coming up to slide in your mouth, making you choke around them. Gargling was all that could be heard from your end as you wrapped your tongue around his digits, savouring the taste of your cum that coated them.
“Sweetheart are you okay?” your mom asked, her voice full of worry. Peter leaned down to your ear, whispering so quietly there was no way of your mother hearing.
“Be a good girl and save those noises for me mkay? Gonna stuff you full till you're drippin, you just keep talking to her. Let me have my fun.”
Your eyes rolled back in your head at his words alone as he hit home, fully seated in you. “Got it?” he murmured, shoving his fingers a little deeper as you clenched around him madly. You nodded desperately, earning a smile from him as he slid his fingers out. “Honey?!”
“Yea-yeah I’m okay mom, just stubbed my toe.” you attempted to keep your voice neutral, but it was getting harder and harder as Peter began to slowly slide out of you, thrusting back in so hard you saw stars.
At this point you were begging. Pleading with your eyes, trying so hard to get Peter to stop. There was no way you’d be able to continue a conversation like this.
No way in hell.
You quickly hit the mute button, your mother still rambling on about something your father had done for house renos. “Peter I can’t, please. Not now-”
He answered you with a rough slam of his hips, making you scream his name in protest as he griped your hips even tighter. “You there?”
Oh fuck. She had asked you a question.
“Answer her sweetheart. Didn't anyone teach you any manners? Or do I gotta fuck those into you too?” he growled, cock brushing your g-spot as you mewled.
Quickly unmuting, your thoughts scrabble to process an answer for a question you didn't even hear. “Mhm. Sounds good.” You were biting your lip so hard you could taste blood, the coppery, tangy red liquid beginning to smear on your parted lips. It was hell with the way Peter was pleasuring you, igniting every nerve on fire as he rocked into you, but you couldn't do anything about it.
You needed to scream, needed to cry out his name, needed to do anything. You were long gone, cockdrunk and stupid. Trying to form a sentence was out of the question, the only word you could think was Peter.
Peter, Peter, Peter.
“Look mom I really gotta go I’ll call you back soon!” you cried, cutting her off as you quickly slid your thumb to hit the button that was tempting you for the past twenty minutes, throwing your phone to the ground.
“Now was that any way to treat a future grandma?” he tsked, shaking his head in a mocking manner as you clawed at his biceps, trying to grab anything you could reach to keep you from floating up with the stars. “Mghm please Peter need- need-”
“Awh poor baby can't even form a sentence? It's okay sweetheart, I’ll just have to do all the thinking for you hmm? Just keep making those pretty noises for me, yeah?” he pouted, leaning down to kiss the blood clean off your lips.
punk!patrick x reader
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the minute you and your friend walk up to the house it’s quite obvious there’s a party going on. from the people dry humping on the grass outside to the music pouring out the house. you wondered how the cops hadn’t been called yet.
inside smelt like weed, sweat and other bodily fluids. right off the bat you realize these aren’t the kinda people you’re used to partying with. they were all dressed in heavy black clothes and makeup with jewelry covering their faces.
you stuck out like sore thumb in your mini jean skirt and pink top.
“i can’t believe you talked me into this.” you were currently being squished between bodies of people in someones stuffy basement. “it’s gonna be totally worth it ok, the guys in this band are hot.” your friend yelled back in your ear. that’s honestly the real reason you even joined her.
the instant screams that erupted when five guys walked onto the makeshift stage cut you off from responding to her. and the second your eyes caught the drummer you were hooked.
he had mini spikes in his black hair, piercings studded out of his eyebrow, ears and lip. loud shitty punk rock music blared in your ears, but you were completely focused on the unnamed drummer who was twisting his drumsticks between his fingers before beating them down. banging his head in time to the beat. you eventually found yourself jumping and screaming along with everyone else.
by the time their set came to an end your throat was sore and you could feel sweat bedding on your hairline.
“thanks for that energy you guys we got another band coming up soon so either stick around or don’t.” and you didn’t. the second you saw the drummer getting up, making his way through the crowd and you perked up. “hey. i’m gonna go get a drink.” you absentmindedly patted your friends shoulder, following after the black haired boy.
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you caught up with him in the kitchen. he was chugging back whatever was in his cup before pouring some more. you tried not to get distracted by his wife beater that seemed a size too small from the way the hemline sat cropped showing off his happy trail.
“your guys set was really good.”
the guy in front of you took one look up and down at you before scoffing into his cup. “really?” you hummed, nodding your head, and pouring yourself a drink. “i loved all the um— anti conformist lyrics.” he shook his head and laughed. “right right. listen don’t take offense but are you sure you’re at the right party?” he was totally right you were at the wrong party, but that didn’t mean he could call you on it.”
it was your turn to scoff. “and why wouldn’t i be right party?” he just shrugged. “doesn’t really seem like your speed.” “and how do you know what my speed is?” you cocked your head to the side. “didn’t your mother ever tell you to not judge based on the cover, huh?” he threw up his hands in defense. “you’re right, i’m sorry. thank you for enjoying the show.”
“you’re welcome.”
there was silence before he spoke again. “i’m patrick by the way.” you repeated his name, testing how it felt in your mouth then introducing yourself.
you watched him out the side of your eye chew on the rim of his solo cup. “so.” you cleared your throat. “do you guys always play basements?” the drummer, you now know as patrick shook his head. “sometimes we play dive bars and other parties. it’s just this is our bassist brothers house so lets he us play whenever.” you nodded, “that’s sweet”
“he’s an asshole.” you nearly choked on your drink at the abrupt answer. “but he lets us use his garage for practice so i guess he’s ok.”
it was patrick’s turn to ask you a question. “you play any instruments.” you tilted your head up thinking. patrick’s eyes immediately hone in on your neck thinking about how good it’d look decorated in the marks he wanted to leave behind. “piano in the fifth grade.” you reveal.
“cute.”
suddenly patrick was close to you. “come with me.” he abandons his drink to grab your wrist pulling you with him.
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you got a semi bad feeling when you guys reached the destination. it was dark but you could tell it was also spacious. you could only hope your weren’t about to get murdered by a guy in eyeliner.
“tada.”
the lights came on and you let out a breath. it was just a garage.
“and why are we in here?” you turned around to look at him, your eyes catching his fingers moving to twist the lock.
patrick walked around you to the drumset that sat near a wall. “was just a little loud in there.” he took a seat on the stool in front of the drums. “how long have you been playing.” you asked, walking you fingers crossed that gold cymbals that’s dinged together softly. “since i was ten.”
“a real professional, huh.”
patrick laughed holding out the drumsticks in your direction. “wanna try?” you nodded
you sat in his lap with his big hands covering your as he guided them to drum a simple beat. “so, gonna tell me why you’re really here.” his voice was deep in your ear. “just wanted to see who was playing tonight.” you say sticking to your lie.
“bullshit.”
his hands leave yours and rest on your bare thighs. “come on just tell me. i know you don’t listen to this shit.” he referenced to the music that you could hear faintly. “fine, my friend is more into this stuff i only came because the band was supposedly hot.” you shrugged.
you felt the rumble of his laugh on your back and his fingers sliding up your thighs.
“and are they? hot, i mean.” patrick’s breath was hot against the back of your neck, his lips ghosting your skin. “mmm, the drummers pretty alright.” you tease. turning around to face him. “that right.” you nodded, making the first move to press your lips against his.
the kiss escalated quickly, you tugging on his bottom lip piercing with your teeth earning a groan from him. he slide his hand down the front of your skirt. “o-oh my god.” patrick easily slipped his middle finger into your wet heat. “you’re so wet.” he muttered against the skin of your neck that he was sucking marks into. “a-another.” you moaned and patrick’s pushed his ring finger in and pumped them both in and out at a fast pace, his palm hitting against your clit.
you abandoned the drumsticks on the floor grabbing on to patrick’s wrist. “oh fuck! right there.” your knee jerked up hitting the drum set causing the cymbals to bang together drowning out the obscene squelching noises, when patrick’s finger tips find your g spot.
“m’close.” you whine, throwing your head back on to his shoulder. “gonna cum all over my fingers,huh? ” he said in your ear. pressing kisses on your cheeks and jaw. you could only nod, your whimpering getting louder and breathing getting heavier. all it took was patrick’s thumb flicking at your clit to send you over.
“oh my god, u-uh!”
patrick let you ride out your high, grinding your hips down on his fingers. you slumped back into him, catching your breath. patrick pulled his hand and out you pants and turned your face towards him. you ignored the cringey feeling of your wet fingers against your cheek. he fitted his tongue into your mouth in a messy make out.
“fuck.” patrick pushing you to stand up before dragging you by your belt loop to the wall that was behind you. “need to be inside you.” he rushed out, pulling you in for another kiss that tasted like weed and fireball. “this wanted you wanted all along right? to get fucked.” he hiked up your skirt to your waist, pulling your panties out and disregarding them on the floor.
he unzipped his pants enough to pull his cock out. “wanted to come to the show and play groupie?” he traced the tip of his cock on your already sensitive cunt. “you can be my little groupie, follow me around.”
“yeah-yes!” you threw your head back hitting the wall when patrick pushed his full length into you. patrick held your legs around his waist, squeezing the fat of your ass between his calloused palms in a bruising grip.
“god, you’re tight.” patrick groaned, thrusting his hips up.
you didn’t know how long you’d last, your inner walls still sensitive and throbbing. the feeling of patrick’s cock dragging against them had your moans bouncing off the walls of the garage. “f-feels so good.”
patrick moaned, completely taken by the site of his dick disappearing in and out of your cunt, coming back wetter each time. “this perfect pussy.”
your guys moans mingled together in a mix of low and high pitched grunts and groans.
your nails embedded themselves in patrick’s shoulders. “gonna cum again.” you whined and patrick sped up. his cock head drilling into that soft spot inside you. patrick dropped his head into the crook of your neck grunting into it. “shit, do it. wanna feel you cum on around me.”
you took hold of patrick’s dark locks messing up his gelled spike. your walls got tighter around him. your head hitting the back of the wall, and a moan getting stuck in throat in the midst of your orgasm.
“f-fuck.”
patrick pulled out still hard and on the verge of cumming, jerking himself off in four hasty strokes before he released on your inner thighs and the wall.
“holy fuck.” patrick slotted his lips against your in a wet kiss.
you both silently got back dressed. you tugging your skirt back in place and patrick stuffing his dick back in his pants.
“here.” patrick picked a sharpie that was lying around, and grabbed hold of your arm. “my number.” he scribbled it in messy writing. “just in case you want these back.” he grabbed your lost underwear off the floor holding them up before tucking them into his back pocket. leaving you in the garage to collect yourself
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Rawrkki's sims cc dump
Hello eveyonee!
the time has finally come to showcase my sims cc collection that i promised you all. this is all the cc i have collected from july - september. it has taken me ages to put this all together so thank you for your patience :D
Hair ::
dahlia hair , jenn hair , silas hair , helia hair , helena hair , farah buns , suki hair , cassandra hair , page braids , aventia hair , bordeaux hair , byrdie bun , haven hair set , queenie hair , julie and cassie hairs , katniss braid , flowers bun , lucia bun , rachel hair , rin hair , futaba hair , laura ponytail , henrietta hair , gladys hair , libby hair , cassie hair , bonnie hair , funke hair , the curls collection , hye hair , nia hair , camille hair , iris hair , meiko hair , alexa hair , eylen hair set , bellatrix hair , gia hair
Sets ::
(g)i-dle - tomboy set , the downtown collection , romantic pajama set , y2k style set , the solstice collection , the scream collection , winter essentials , year of the rabbit , affection set , girlieZ collection , juicy tracksuit , fairy grunge lookbook , sweetie set , the mimosa collection , meadow winds set , vellichor set , nostalgia set , the thrift set , the gossip collection , bohemian child set , karaoke set , secret society collection , lovebirds set , sunday nights collection , senior year collcetion , kumikya sweater collection , agos dress , neve set , cyber cargos , brand new set , random top collection , silky dress , luna leggings , ankle biter set , bizochito set , recolor dump (you'll have to find the meshes yourself sorryyy) , sunny skies , star collection , baby doll top , skirt collection , fold down pants , band tees , silly shirts , stripes bikinis
Makeup ::
nya eyeliner , gyaru gals , spiderlike eyeliner , graphic liner set , countess set , sour fruits set , sophia lipstick , bad bixch eyeliners , pastel y2k collection , eyeshadow n212 , sukeban eyeshadow , starliner , magbay eyeliners , nose graphic liner
Presets ::
elven ear presets , nose presets , mouth presets ,
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Thank you all for being so patient, and im sososo sorry this took sooo long to make, ive been having some personal problems so that has taken away a huge chunk of my time. There is more i couldve included but honestly this wouldnt have ever made it out of the drafts if i tried to add all of that. If you want to see some more mods ive collected, my pinterest where everything is here: :D Thank you again for all the support, and hopefully some new content should be out soon for you guys!
Love you alll
-Atlas
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