#I can’t promise this will continue but I did just wanna share

[olivenight17]

Well, uh, it’s been a while, hi! So, maybe the lil caption on my blog is a lie, I may still write just a little bit. Mostly for my pleasure though and not for requests, although I might open them back up if I revamp the fandoms. Anyways uh, have this cause the Lackadaisy fandom grabbed me by the throat and ran off with me. @a-libra-writes surprise! I’m the sugar baby anon. Lol hope you enjoy what feels like a bunch of headcanons tacked on in a one-shot fashion lol, Asa Sweet man.

Asa Sweet x GN!Reader

You enjoyed the life you had with Asa Sweet.

It was a comfortable one. Not oftentimes cozy, filled with the hazy, golden lights and constant chatter of the speakeasy. It’s where you spent most of your time, after all Asa liked seeing you having fun in clothes he bought you in a place he worked hard to create, even if he wasn’t always in the room himself. It was hard to pass up, the Marigold Room had become a hotspot nowadays, and there was always interesting conversation flowing from one person to another.

And you remembered distantly being in bed with him after a long night, his paw trailing over your tail, and hearing him mumble, “you make the lights shine that much brighter, darlin. Some nights get so unsavory, and then I see you in a booth or a chair, smiling with that brightness to you, makes it all disappear.” It was a touching sentiment, and with him being so soft about it, well, who were you to refuse him that bit of comfort?

He always seemed at ease with you, you had noticed. Not much ruffled his fur, visibly anyways, and he made sure to stand tall no matter who it was he was dealing with. Plenty of times you had sat with him on his lap with his arm steady around your waist as he laughed and talked with various patrons and investors over a game of poker or black-jack. He made sure to tuck you right against his chest, an extra, glittering accessory to add to his charisma and power while he cut deals and traded hands. To you it was nervewracking, while you weren’t quite aware of every bit of the under-belly of Asa’s business, you knew a threat when you heard one, and you’d heard many veiled in honeyed words thrown at him over a game and drink. You’d never even seen him so much as flinch at one, just that charming grin he wore in public as he passed his own threats back.

Maybe you were biased from all the nights you’d spent with him, but those sweet threats sounded a lot better coming from his mouth than his business partners. The grin on his face turned just a bit sharper, just a bit more dangerous, and he looked more like a lion than a regular cat.

Although, as enticing as the danger of that smile could be, you liked it best when it was just the two of you in his office late at night.

“You don’t have to stay with me for this. I know it gets boring,” he told you every time you offered to stay. It could have been just because he wanted to be a gentleman, or because he wanted to keep you at arms length from any important information. You never really knew.

But you smiled up at him all the same and placed a paw on his suit. “What, and miss some time alone with you? Perish the thought, Mister.” You responded playfully back at him, a determined glint in your eye. Plus, he rarely refused you anything, and he craved the softness of your company most of all.

So, you were sat back on his lap, straddling his thigh in a bit more improper manner now that it was just the two of you. Most of all, you just liked taking the time to observe him in moments like these. The act he put on for others disappeared, melting into something a bit more real, less of a figure larger than life, and more like someone you could grasp onto. The smile on his face had gone into a more concentrated frown as he studied the papers in front of him(He was careful, he never handled paperwork that was overly sensitive when you were around, both for your safety and his comfort). His tie was loosened, courtesy of you and he gave you a gentle kiss as a reward, and his shirt held a few more wrinkles from the stresses of the day. His shoulders were hunched over his desk, tired after the constant meetings, and he always rubbed at his forehead with a quiet sigh when something was really perplexing him.

He looked like a man, not a terrifying gangster. Though you had seen both sides of him, it was the man who needed your attention the most, usually because he was never let out. Although there was a small glow of pride in your chest that you brought the man out of him the most. You were a good deal younger than him, and he was more than happy to show you places you’ve never been before. Fancy restaurants, shows in the theater, even allowing you the pleasure of opportunity to photograph yourself. You had managed to pull him into one of the photos once, he looked positively awkward and shocked in the picture, but you kept it anyways. It was a nice momento, and you smiled at the memory.

You sat back against his chest with a little sigh, letting his scent fill your nose. Soft and sweet, with the powdered grit of his cigar smoke tangling with it in the perfect combination. It was hard to catch it in the speakeasy with all the drinks and cigars everyone else was having pouring into your nose. But you liked his scent, it was masculine without being completely overwhelming like most men could be.

“Gettin tired, darlin? I can call you a car to take you back,” Asa’s voice drifted into your ear. It was lower than usual with the quiet atmosphere of his office.

You shook your head, turning slightly to fiddle with his tie some more. “Just reminiscing is all,” you told him before chuckling lightly. There was more of a sparkle to your eye as you looked up at him. “Honestly if anyone should be tired it ought to be you. It’s not as draining to just be your ornament, Asa.”

That pulled a more sardonic smile to his lips and he shook his head, taking a puff of his cigar, and you watched as it curled around his nostrils like a dragon. “Yeah, well thank goodness for that, being so tired doesn’t suit you. You can leave that work all to me.” The arm he had around your hips tightened as his golden gaze flicked over to you.

You just let out a hum, cupping his cheek and pressing a soft kiss to his face. “Leaves me the work of having to drag you to a bed and make sure you get some rest though, which I’d argue is harder,” you pointed out teasingly.

That got a chuckle out of him, and the sound rumbled in his chest against your back. “Hardly, all you gotta do is bat your eyelashes and I am humbly at your mercy.”

“That works when I ask for a new hat, not when I need to drag you from your desk at five in the morning. Clearly, you’ve never had to deal with yourself in peak work mode.” You huffed jokingly with crossed arms, though you couldn’t fight the smile crawling onto your face as he pulled you even closer against him.

His head dipped down to nuzzle against your cheek, then pressing into your neck, and you could feel the way he smiled at the resounding purr you gave him at the contact. “That’s what I have you for, honey. I appreciate you, you know I do. Unless this is your way of saying I need to show it a little more.” His breath ghosted along the fur of your neck, and he laughed at the flustered noise you made from it, pulling away to take another puff from his cigar.

You whined his name with a pout on your lips. Your arms crossed and you continued giving him a disapproving glare until he shook his head with an amused smile, leaning down again to press his lips to yours. The kiss was longer than the gentle peck he had given you earlier, and you could feel the smoke unfurling from his mouth and into yours, giving an even more heady sensation. His smoke was the only kind you could stand entering into your lungs, although the nicotine itself wasn’t quite what you were addicted to. Your eyes closed, and you pressed closer for more as you kissed him back. His lips were always so soft against yours, there was never a time where he didn’t treat you delicately, and he tasted as sweet as the candy he kept around on his desk.

You laughed into the kiss as an idea crossed your mind, and you snuck your paw into his inner coat pocket, grabbing a candy out of it as you pulled away. He kept some hidden there in the offchance he came across a kid or two. It wasn’t like he went out of his way for children, but if one crossed his path and he liked their spirit, he tossed a candy their way, and you found the little habit cute.

He gave a disbelieving snort as he watched you pop it into your mouth, and you simply grinned back at him. “You have your addictions, I have mine.” You shrugged nonchalantly, settling your head back against his chest. Your eyes flicked to the clock, it was getting late. Just late enough that you would have to start performing your duty of getting him to bed. “Although if you’re gonna tease me so much, maybe I will need you to show your appreciation more.” Your tail flicked up and across his lap, settling over his other thigh, and you grinned more at the little cough he made. Yet another habit of his, hiding when he thought he was more interested in something than he should be.

“All you need to do is ask, but you’re gonna have to ask me nicely. Think you can do that?” His perfectly manicured claw reached out to tilt your chin upwards, having you look into his eyes.

You could find yourself lost in those golden pools if you tried hard enough. Even so, you relented, sitting up a little more and adjusting yourself in his lap to face him more head on. Conveniently, your figure blocked the view of his mountain of papers, and he merely leaned back to enjoy the image before him. “Please, Asa? It’d be the gentlemanly thing to do to escort me personally to bed, and you’ll already be there so you might as well stay, and I sleep a lot better next to you.” Your tone was light with a practiced softness to it as your fingers trailed up through his fur gently. You’d learned quickly how to pitch your voice in just the right way to convince him of things when you needed to, whether it was to pull him from work or otherwise, it just slowly became part of what you had to do.

He looked you over for a moment longer, head leaning in slightly to the way your fingers brushed at his soft fur with a rumbling purr before he sighed. For a moment he looked older and more weary, but it was gone as soon as it came as he smiled down at you. “Alright, it’s getting unfair how good you are at persuading me, you know.” He gently ushered you off of his lap, and there was a resounding pop as he stretched his back out.

Mindlessly, he gathered his papers into as neat a pile as he could manage for his energy levels, before he shuffled over to grab your coat, taking care to slide it along your arms and up your shoulders. “Although, I bet you’d feel a lot comfier in my bed than yours, darlin. It’s bigger and you’ve already left your night clothes on my floor anyways.” He chuckled at the way your fur bushed up in embarassment at the comment, and he straightened to grab his own coat onto his body. “Just a suggestion, I’ll happily make sure you get to a bed either way, just name the place.”

You shook your head with a grin at his words, but did consider his offer as he finished putting his coat on, grabbing at his hat and briefcase next. Well, it couldn’t be helped, and secretly you did have a bigger preference for his bed given how much softer it was, the springs didn’t poke into your back as much. “Well, it’d be cruel to make you drive so far out of the way to my place when yours is a lot closer by. It defeats the whole purpose of getting you to sleep if you’re kept awake that long anyways.” You slipped your arm into his as he extended it out to you, and pressed yourself tight against him. “So, if you’re offering your place, I certainly won’t refuse.”

“Anything you want, you get. How can I deny a pretty little thing like you?” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and you couldn’t help but smile more at the affection as he led you out of his office, locking the door behind him.

The relationship between the two of you was just meant to be an arrangment, a transaction of enjoyment for money. But Asa liked mixing his business with pleasure, and through the time you spent with him, you found yourself enjoying his company outside of what he paid you.

You didn’t find yourself wishing it to end any time soon.

#lackadaisy #asa sweet #asa sweet x reader #lackadaisy x reader #eheh hi guysss #miss me? #I can’t promise this will continue but I did just wanna share #also anyways #I was listening to Ma Belle Evangeline while I was writing this #so now I just associate that song to Asa now #this is horrendous #I just desperately hope he doesn’t seem horribly out of character lmao

[yasu-1234]

friends with benefits with gojo satoru.

pairing: gojo satoru x afab reader words: 5,100 contains: oral sex, squirting, pronebone, choking, and gojo being unserious. mood: playful, sexy, sincere. author’s note: thank you for the kind reaction to lazy sunday morning 🙇‍♀️

You squint at him as you take in his request, wondering if he’s just messing with you as usual. You’re sitting next to him in your apartment unit; the balls of your feet digging on the edge of your couch as you slurp on a cup of boba tea.

“Dude. That’s not funny,” you manage to reply after a long, confused silence. “Like, I know it’s fun when we mess with each other but isn’t this a bit out of line?”

He scoffs dramatically. “I’m serious! Do I look like I’m joking?”

“Honestly? I can’t always tell,” you reply. “Kinda feels like everything is a joke to you sometimes.”

“Well, I’m not. I’m asking you nicely here. Do you wanna do it? With me?”

You open your mouth to respond, but then you realize you don't even know what to say.

Satoru scoots closer to you and leans forward, looking at you from above his sunglasses, his voice dropping into his teacher tone as he explains.

“Look, okay?” he starts. “We’ve been teasing and flirting with each other since the day we met. And I know it’s all jokes but still, there’s obviously some chemistry here. Not to mention that you're fucking hot. And I know you think that I’m hot too. Plus, all your Tinder matches are assholes. And I don’t even have the time to date or meet new people. So you and I are like, our most logical, convenient choice here.”

You huff and smile in disbelief. “Did you just assume that I think you’re hot? Someone’s a little cocky.”

“Come on. You have eyes. Get with the program.”

Your eyes cast a flickering gaze over his body, taking in the chiseled contours of his muscles underneath his– Oh. Ohhh. So that’s why he came wearing a compression shirt. And sweatpants. On a Friday evening. With your favorite cup of boba tea. He shoots you an impish grin as you shake your head at him and set his bribe down the coffee table.

“Fine,” you say. “I won’t deny that we’re kinda, sorta, maybe, compatible. But here’s the thing. I like our friendship the way it is. Why complicate it with some dumb, meaningless sex?”

“No, no, no. But it’s not gonna be dumb and meaningless,” he replies. “Cause it’s you.”

His words snare you speechless, your cheeks flushing red.

“Wait. Dude, what do you mean by that?” You stammer, laughing awkwardly.

“I’m saying I care about you and you mean something to me. If there’s anyone I’d wanna fuck on the regular, it’s you.”

“Satoru!” You lean away. “You really don’t have a filter do you?”

“I’m just being candid here! I trust you.”

He scoots even closer to you, holding you by the forearms. “And you trust me too, right? I promise I don’t wanna hurt you and I’m not playing tricks. I’m just asking.”

“And am I the first person you asked?”

“You’re the only person I’m gonna ask. If you say no, my dick is gonna concave. It’s over,” he replies.

You laugh at his words, and he laughs from the pleasure of making you laugh. Then his smile melts into an unwavering gaze, his eyes soft and sincere, pleading like a touch-starved cat.

“But seriously,” he continues, his fingertips graze your neck. “I meant what I said. You mean something to me. I don’t wanna hookup with some random stranger or a girlfriend who might break up with me. It has to be you, okay? I just know that whatever it is that we have it’s definitely gonna last. Whether it’s friendship or… something else. Something more. I don’t know.”

You can’t help but lean into his touch, “Your logic is so weird.”

“You’re weird.”

“No, you.”

You huff and smile. And then your gaze falls down to his lips. Soft, glossy, and inviting. The air is suddenly warm and still. And the silence between you grows heavy and pensive. With the shared understanding that you are sitting with him on the edge of a crumbling threshold. You look back into his eyes and notice that he’s looking at your lips too. His breathing becomes shallow and heavy with longing.

“What if we just kiss and see where it goes?” you ask.

He swallows hard, his lips parting, “Yeah…”

Satoru takes off his sunglasses and you lean towards each other. Slowly. Seeking reassurance, offering permission, with every inch of space you close between yourselves. At some point, his eyelids fall shut. His silver lashes flutter as he moves closer and closer. You can smell his sweet breath, feel the warmth radiating from his skin, and the firmness of his thumb against your cheek.

You close your eyes and press your lips against his, softly, then with a swift gradation of hunger as Satoru grabs the back of your neck, pulling you against him, deepening the kiss.

“Mmnh… ” You hear a soft hum of pleasure from deep in his chest.

His lips feel soft like rose petals, puckering and relaxing as he relishes the feeling of your lips against his. He’s kissing you. You’re kissing him back. And you start laughing against his lips as reality cuts through that fog. He pulls back, surprised by your reaction.

“What?” he asks, laughing now too. “Don’t tell me I suck.”

“No, no, you’re fine,” you reply. “It’s just—I can’t believe I’m kissing my friend. On the mouth.”

He smirks, “You wanna kiss something else?”

You smack his shoulder, blushing and laughing, “Shut up!”

“Hey, I was quiet,” he yells, gesturing to himself now. “You’re the one who started laughing!”

“Okay, fine! I’m sorry! I just couldn’t take it seriously.”

“We never really took anything seriously. That’s what makes it so fun,” He says, placing his hands on your waist. “I like that we can laugh about everything. Even things like this.”

You smile, “Yeah. I guess you’re right.”

You lean towards each other and kiss once again. This time, you part your lips, and his tongue swipes softly against yours, gentle yet demanding, coating your mouth with a sweet, buttery taste. His hands are warm as it rests on your collarbones. And you feel his fingers crawl upwards to the back of your neck, grabbing you by the scalp to hold your head still.

The rest of the world starts to sway and melt into open water. And you cling to him as if he’s the only thing keeping you afloat. You break the kiss to gasp for some air, hoping to feel solid ground again. While Satoru presses his forehead against yours. His eyes shut and his lips trembling, hoping you would let him taste you again.

“We’re gonna keep going aren’t we…” you whisper, breathlessly.

“Hell yeah,” he whispers back.

His hands slide under your thighs and he pulls you to his lap. You lean down to kiss him once again. Satoru moans and grabs your hips to press you down to his crotch, craving some pressure against his aching, hardening cock.

“I just… need your weight… right here…” he mutters in between kisses. His hips press upwards to meet you, and you gasp as you feel his thick girth squeeze and rub between your legs. Shuddering as you wonder how he’ll cram all that cock inside of you.

“You feel that? That’s your fault,” he hisses, sighing in relief.

“Aww, are you that pent up?” You tease as you start rocking across his length, following the slow rhythm of his hips.

“You know it… It’s been a while.”

A strangled sound leaves his throat and his head hangs back from the couch as you grind on him. His eyes shut and his lips parted in relief. He grabs you firmly by the backside, keeping you pressed against him.

A moment later, Satoru tilts his head back up to look at you with a hazy gaze and notices your stiff nipples underneath your oversized shirt. He leans forward and nips at one of your buds with his teeth.

You yelp at the sudden prick of pain, “What the fuck!”

You recoil and cover your chest with your hands.

“Hehe, I've always wanted to do that,” he says. He takes your wrists and pries them away from your chest, holding them tightly behind your back with a single, large fist. “You never wear a bra when I’m coming over. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Or were you hoping that I would?”

“It’s my apartment. I would’ve worn a bra if I knew you were gawking,” you retort.

He leans to press his lips softly on your breast, soothing the sting in your nipple through the fabric of your shirt. You sigh and bite your lip.

“You’re not answering my question,” he says, looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “So maybe I’ll just think however I want. And I think you wanted me to see it.”

Satoru starts kissing the base of your neck as his hand disappears under your shirt; you shiver as you feel his long fingers draw a smooth trail up your spine that turns into a light scratch as his hand pivots across your rib and towards your chest. You feel his cock jump underneath his sweats the moment he feels your breast.

“Damn, you’re soft,” he sighs. He bunches the hem of your shirt and raises it up, exposing your breasts to him. “Here, hold this."

He stuffs your mouth with your shirt to hold it up.

Before you can protest, Satoru leans down to drag a soft tongue over your nipple. Then he opens his mouth to suckle as much of your breast as possible. You bite down on your shirt, holding a moan as he flicks you over and over with his tongue, and then finishing with smacking kisses before he moves his lips across your chest to tease the other. Your torso twists and recoils from the raw, yet delicate sensation. But he pulls on your wrists to keep your back arched in his direction. The ache and heat between your legs become more and more unbearable, so you continue rubbing your crotch against the iron-hard bulge in his lap. Giving yourself some much-needed relief.

“Mmmh, that’s right, keep grinding on me,” he murmurs. “Make that pussy feel good.”

You shoot him a repulsed look. Though you're unable to snark at him through the makeshift gag he shoved in your mouth. Satoru laughs anyway, knowing exactly what you’re thinking. You’re such a sleaze.

“Oh come on. I’m how you like me,” he teases. “And if you keep looking at me like that I might actually bust.”

You roll your eyes at him and smile. And that only made Satoru greedier for any and all reactions he can coax out of your body. He grins and sets you back down the couch. Then he kneels on the floor between your legs and drags your shorts and panties down to the floor. You spread your legs for him, almost involuntarily. And he bites his lip as you show him the tender, sopping mess between your legs. His hands on your thighs feel searing hot as he raises your limbs up the couch, planting your feet on the edge of your seat.

“Play with your clit,” he tells you. “Show me how you tease it.”

Surprisingly, you obey. Your hand starts drawing languid circles around and around your bud. He leans in closer to observe you. Noting the rhythm, the pressure, how tightly or how widely you stroke yourself. You realize that he’s teaching himself how to make you feel good. And that only made you rub faster and harder in blatant, bare-faced need.

“Yes, that’s right. Keep going,” he encourages you. “Now put a finger in. Fuck yourself a little.”

You slip your finger and start gliding in and out. He nods and hums in pleasure as he watches you with unabashed lust and fascination. Like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You milk and ride your delicate fingers, stoking and tending to your own pleasure like a flame.

“Okay stop,” he says. He pulls your hands away. “I got the gist of it.”

“The gist, huh?” You taunt. “You think that’s enough?”

“You tell me.”

He parts your lips with his thumbs and glides a wide tongue along your slit. Your back bows and a moan escapes you as he licks you just like that.

Satoru doesn’t even take the time to gloat. His lips and tongue start to slurp and smack relentlessly. Making your toes curl and your stomach writhe. Grabbing a handful of his hair and nearly ripping it off his scalp as he somehow licks faster and sucks harder. With the rhythm and the consistency of a goddamn machine. You bite hard on the fleshy base of your thumb as he pleasures your pussy raw. Focusing your eyes on whatever random object you find in your living room to make yourself last longer. Cause you know you’ll never hear the end of it if you come all over his mouth within the first two minutes.

But then he slides in his fingers. Those fucking fingers. Smooth and long and dexterous as it moves in and out, over and over, curling to press that intense spot just underneath your bladder. You start to feel a deep sense of pressure, an urgency, somewhere inside your walls. That builds and rumbles and sears… and then explodes.

You grunt and arch as you feel a sudden release, something more than a climax. Your body grows taut and snared by euphoria, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your hearing muffled as your ears start to ring. But Satoru’s voice cuts through the haze.

“Whoa there! I didn’t know I was in the splash zone!”

You snap your head back down and your jaw drops at the sight of him.

“Holy shit. Did I just– Oh my god. Oh my god, I'm so sorry,” you stammer, mortified. You grab your shirt to try to wipe him.

“Haha, hey. Relax. You didn’t actually hit me,” he says with a soft, reassuring laugh. He turns his body to an angle to show your watery spent hovering centimeters before his face. “See? All safe and dry. Unlike you.”

“Oh, shut it,” you sigh, panting heavily. “That… seriously never happened before.”

“Really? Never?” he asks with a smug grin, he starts wiping himself with your shirt before tossing it down the wooden floor. "Wow… I'm flattered."

Satoru kisses your thighs and leans down between your legs once again. You jolt and push his head away.

“Wait, I don’t think I-“

“Just a few kisses,” he says in a soft voice. “Just lemme get a few more kisses in there, yeah? I’ll be gentle with it.”

You sigh and slowly let go of his head. Satoru leans in to plant a few soft kisses on your outer lips, on your folds, your entrance–your entire body twitching with every touch of his lips. Then he presses his lips tenderly on your clit. And you feel it pulse and throb as his lips linger and your legs begin to tremble. He finally pulls away, wiping his mouth on your inner thigh.

“If that wasn't one of the biggest ego boosts of my life,” he says fondly.

“Yeah, cause the one thing you need the most is another ego boost,” you retort as you wait for your bones and muscles to feel solid again. “I’ll get you for this.”

He grins, “That a promise or a threat?”

“Maybe both.”

“Alright, bet.”

Satoru stands to push his sweatpants down his thighs. Then he reaches inside his boxer-briefs to draw out…

the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen in your life.

“What the fuck,” you whisper to yourself as you watch Satoru shrug off his bottoms and straddle you. Instinctively, you wrap your hand around his cock and start stroking.

He looks at you with a smirk, “Gorgeous, right?”

His cock is long and proportionally thick from crown to root, shaped with a graceful upwards curve. His skin is glossy and flushed pink—wrapped tightly and smoothly around his organ without an inch of loose flesh. It’s almost uncanny how sculpted and elegant it looks. And the idea of his cock sinking past your throat makes your mouth water and your pussy pound.

“Go on, taste it,” he coaxes you. He doesn’t need to tell you twice.

You lean in and wrap your lips around his pretty, pink head—your tongue swirling and catching each leak of precum that drops onto your taste buds. Satoru moans and the neediness in his voice emboldens you to take more and more of him. You start swaying your head in deeper and deeper strokes; relishing the smooth underside of his cock. The thick scent of lavender on his skin and hair. The sweet and acidic taste of his precum. Satoru tries to breathe in deeply, only for his breath to shudder each time you sink your head.

“You’re pretty eager,” he teases, breathlessly. He runs his fingers through your scalp to hold your hair back, wanting to see more of your face as you work on him. “Do you want me to cum that badly? You want me to shoot my little babies down that throat?”

He yelps when you slap his inner thigh, your brow furrowed as you look at him with a flustered and reprimanding gaze. Though Satoru finds it pretty hard to take you seriously with his dick in your mouth. So he chuckles fondly instead.

“Or you can do that. I like it when you try to hurt me too,” he says.

You grab him by the back of his thighs, nails digging into his flesh, and you sink him deeper into your mouth. Satoru hisses and starts moving his hips, meeting your head downstroke. His cock starts to edge towards the back of your tongue, testing your gag reflex with every thrust. But you relax your throat and match your breathing with the swing of his hips, and soon you manage to bury him down your throat to the root. Your nose pressed firmly against the fluffy, white hairs of his crotch. Screw it. You let him hit the back of your throat over and over and over.

"Fuck," he moans. "At least try to make me last."

His hips pick up the pace. And you feel his muscles contract as his cock pushes towards release. You moan and pleasure him with the vibrations in your throat, wanting desperately to fill your taste buds with his cum.

But then he stops moving. His hands holding you stock-still against his crotch. You feel his cock twitch and throb in your throat, threatening to burst. And you can hear the strangled noises and whimpers coming from Satoru’s lips. You look up to him and see the look on his face; his brow is upturned, his eyes closed, and his jaw tight as he bites his lower lip. Looking like an angel in ecstasy. His eyes flutter open to peer down on you.

“Just a little more. Bear with me here,” he sighs. Then the twitching stops and he pulls his cock out. You gasp, forgetting you were holding your breath.

You shoot him an accusatory look.

“Did you just edge yourself?” You ask.

“What if I did?” He asks back.

“That’s not fair! I was winning!”

You lean forward towards his crotch but he holds you by the shoulders, laughing.

“It’s not a competition! I didn’t come all this way just to cum in your hand. Or your mouth,” he says with a smile. He reaches behind him to slide two fingers between your slit, gently caressing your inner lips. “I wanna cum here."

He starts gliding those long delicate fingers, up and down. Parting as he stretches you open. Your eyes glaze over as you feel that familiar heat building between your legs. Perhaps he’s right. Perhaps you would rather feel him burst inside you instead. You start moving your hips to rut against his fingers, your hands rolling your breasts as you gaze at him with cock-starved eyes. Satoru twitches as he relishes that look in your face. Wanting nothing else but to thrust and wring that neediness away.

“Bed?” He asks you.

“Bed,” you answer.

You yelp and giggle as he hoists you up and jogs to your bedroom. He doesn’t want to waste a single second. He flops you down on top of your sheets and takes his shirt off. His naked torso tightens as he notices you admiring his body. Taking in his broad shoulders, his square chest, his tiny waist and those grid-like abs. Eight packs… How many abs does a person need?

Satoru aligns his groin between your legs and lays his cock across your stomach like a ruler; measuring how deep he's about to go inside your body. You shiver as his tip caresses your belly button. Your pussy throbbing in equal parts fear and delight.

"You think you can take all this?" He asks you with a devious look in his eyes, with his lips curled into a smirk.

You bite your lips and mirror his gaze, almost provoking him to try and split you apart.

"Come and find out."

He rubs the tip of his cock against your clit and pushes it inside you. You moan as his thick head stretches you with just enough hint of pain to compliment the pleasure. He leans down and sticks his tongue out, prompting you to suck it and caress it with your own. The sensation of your soft tongues circling each other sends you into a fucking frenzy. You feel your inner walls contract and his groan spills straight into your mouth.

“Shit, you’re actually sucking me in,” he pants. He grabs you by the hair to tilt your head down, making you watch the way his cock sink between your legs—one girthy inch after the other. “Look at it go. Watch how well you're taking me right now.”

You both groan in relief as his cock disappears inside your soft cunt, his tip pressed flush against your cervix. You both take a moment to stare at your interlocked groins in fascination.

And then he looks at you to flash a nasty grin.

“Hey bestie…” Satoru purrs, his voice dripping with mischief and lust. “Guess who’s inside you?”

“Oh, come on!” you groan, smiling deliriously as you turn your head away from him. You try to cover your face, but he pins your wrists to the bed.

“No, say it. Who’s inside you? Who’s fucking you right now?” He insists, giggling. He tilts his body to face you again, preventing you from escaping his gaze. He withdraws his hips and drives his cock upwards with a rough thrust, knocking you backwards. You tilt your head back with a moan as he hits you in the womb.

“Say it,” he urges.

“Who else am I supposed to say? Jesus?” you reply, laughing as he does. “You are. You're inside me. Happy?"

“What am I doing?” He asks again. He starts rolling his hips, fucking you slowly. His crotch rubs against your clit in languid strokes.

“You’re fucking me,” you gasp. Your breath catches as you turn dizzy and nearly cross-eyed from ecstasy.

“That's right,” he replies, now caressing your face. “I got you, okay? I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

“You better,” you reply, wrapping your arms around him.

Satoru withdraws and flips you to lie flat on your stomach. Your legs pressed closely together as he parts your cheeks and aims his cock towards your entrance.

"Try not to gush all over your sheets, okay?" He teases. Then he nibbles your ear and plants kisses on your shoulders.

You sigh, “I just knew you were gonna bring that up.”

Satoru slides inside of you and you squirm and groan against the pillow instantaneously. The friction between your legs feels heightened as your muscles squeeze around him. He starts gyrating his hips, the tip of his cock hitting all the right spots with each downstroke. You grab the sheets and groan as you start kicking your feet from the raw, unadulterated pleasure.

He braces his hands on the small of your back. Then his hips move faster. Harder. Deeper. The slap of his skin nearly echoes inside your bedroom as he fucks the sanity out of your brain with each thrust. Your senses are overwhelmed by all things Satoru–the powdery scent of his skin, his pretty little moans in your ear, his smooth skin against your back, his comforting weight, and his thick cock pumping inside of you. With an angle so perfect and a rhythm so right that you wonder if his body was made for you. You squirm and writhe underneath him as the pleasure engulfs you like a flame. That he stokes and tends until it’s wild and uncontrollable.

You know it’s just sex. You know you’re just friends. You both just wanted to try something fun. Let off some steam. And yet you never felt used for a single moment. And despite all his teasing and provocations you’ve never felt insulted or uncomfortable. Satoru makes you laugh. He also makes you moan. And if he keeps fucking you like this he might actually make you cry.

Satoru collapses on top of you and starts groaning and whimpering against your neck, his abs flexing into stone as he stokes an impending climax.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm so close. Take me there, baby, take me all the way there, please," he rambles. “I want it, I want it, I want it. God, I wanna cum so bad."

He grabs you by the neck to tilt your head up and shoves his soft, sweet tongue inside your mouth. Kissing you with open lips. Saliva dripping down your chin. Then his hand starts to squeeze you, choking you gently and tenderly, and your body dissolves into a pleasurable haze. Your inner walls clench and your stomach tightens. You know you're getting close, too.

"Yes. That’s right. Good girl," he whispers into your lips. "Stay with me, baby. Stay close to me, I can't do this without you."

The pleasure builds, and builds, and builds, and then it shatters you. You start thrashing under his body as your climax rips through and seizes you. White light dances before your eyes and your hearing weakens from the strength of your pulse. Your pussy clenching so hard around his cock that he explodes inside you as well—his cum hot and searing like ignited oil. Satoru’s hips begin to stutter, helpless against the strength of his own spent as it shoots out and fills you straight to the womb until it leaks past your plugged entrance. He cums inside you in choking whimpers and grunts… that fade into a long, satisfied sigh.

“Hah… fuck… holy shit,” he pants. “What was that?”

“I never came so hard in my life,” you whisper, mindlessly.

“Me too… I thought I was gonna shoot my balls out.”

Satoru remains flat on your back, kissing and nibbling your nape as you unwind from the strength of your orgasms. Your bodies stay suctioned together, as still as the air that surrounds you. You seek comfort and grounding from his crushing weight and the heady sweetness of his scent as your mind slips into that blissful, post-orgasmic headspace. He tugs at his dick to pull out, but you’re still clamped and wound up tightly. That’s fine. He didn’t want this to end either. Your walls are just too soft, too warm, and too plush for him to just leave. He smiles and rolls your bodies to the side to spoon you; his arms wrapped around you like a blanket.

Satoru starts rubbing his face against your neck like a sweet, satisfied cat.

“So what do you think? You wanna do this again sometime?” He asks.

You could only hum in approval, your mind and your body feeling weightless and malleable.

“How long have you been meaning to sleep with me?” You ask. “Just curious.”

“… A while,” he answers after a pensive silence. “Does that bother you?”

"I guess not… But we’re still friends, right?” You ask. Wondering if you should even bring this up while he’s tucked inside you to the hilt.

"Friends with benefits, I guess," he shrugs. "But really, we can be anything you want. You already know how I feel so… ball's on your court."

He raises his head to look at you. "Why? You wanna get married?"

You laugh, "Maybe not that!"

“Why not? Lots of people marry their best friends.”

You turn your head and smirk at him, “I let you hit once and now you’re thinking about marriage. I must’ve been such a good lay.”

He smiles fondly and nuzzles your cheek, “You are, though. Seriously, who else can bring me to my knees like that? You’re the best I ever had.”

You roll your eyes and smile, “Now you’re just glazing.”

“It’s true,” He leans back down to kiss a trail from your ear to your shoulder. “I don’t care how you take me as long as we’re together. I like being with you. And now I know I like fucking you too. You’re not getting rid of me now. And like I said before. Whatever it is that we have, it'll definitely last.”

You stay silent, wondering where this all leads. Will the friendship really last? Will it fizzle out? Would you prefer that over a certain, bitter end? Is your friendship now contingent on sex? Will he be worth the heartache if you ever get attached?

Satoru laughs softly at your brooding.

“You don’t have to decide right now, you know?” He says. “Let’s just feel this moment together. Just feel me here with you. We don’t have to worry about anything else.”

He starts rocking his hips gently again, thrusting inside you with a pace so relaxing that you feel your consciousness sinking. He whispers softly against your ear; telling you secrets and sweet reassurances. Promises and high praises.

Satoru has leapt from that crumbling threshold. That boundary. That made you seek forgiveness whenever your fingers touched his hand. Or worry if you’ve taken your jokes too far. And he has opened his arms to you, beckoning you to take that leap and sink into that limbo between friendship and beyond. Promising you that he will catch you when you fall.

i wanted to capture that 'you cryin'?' energy of his and stretch it to a whole fanfic. though i hope it wasnt too much of a tone whiplash (•᷄- •᷅ ;) i just think annoying people is his love language. and he probs gets a kick from your reactions. pls let me know what you think! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

and thank you for giving this fanfic a chance!

originally posted on ao3 title is based on blurred lines by lauren layne. art by blooneey on pixiv

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neglected | mattheo riddle

summary: Theodore completly ignores you and doesnt take it serious that you miss him while he flirts with another girl at a party.. so his best friend has to help you filling up that hole inside your … chest.

warning: cheating? but is it if he does it first?, mattheo eating out the reader, fingering, nipple play, teasing, dirty talk, getting caught, he‘s a munch don‘t fight with me over this -

note: i do not support cheating, this is just for the story

— monday —

I don‘t know how many times I already begged but from time to time.. i felt more and more neglected.

"Theo, please just this one weekend! You had been busy with your friends and studying the last 3 weeks!" Yeah, 3 weeks since my boyfriend went on a date with me, had some quality time or touched me.

"Y/n I told you I don‘t have time. I already promised the boys I‘d come to the party. We‘ll see us there, I have to go study now, with Lydia." Before I could even say a word he left his dorm. I hear a chuckle coming from the other side of the room, making me turn my head in it’s direction.

"Told you you deserve better baby." Mattheo, Theodore‘s best friend said, sitting on his bed. They share a dorm and every now and then he would see Theo and me arguing.

I huff and leave the room, a aching feeling in my body.

— the next day —

"Theo please, I need you. You didn‘t touch me once the last few weeks." I whine into his ear, sitting next to him. He just groans, but not the way I want him to and gets up with his book in his hands. "Don‘t you see that you‘re distracting me?" Irritated he leaves the room, probably walking off to the library again.

Ugh.. i let myself fall back down onto the mattress and cross my arms over my face. Is it my fault? Did my body change somehow? Why the hell won‘t he touch me? But before I could continue my thoughts, I hear the door again, my head shooting up, hoping it is Theo who changed his mind but no, it‘s Mattheo. I groan frustrated and let my head fall back.

"Wow nice to see you too baby, but I think you‘re laying on the wrong bed." he says, teasing me.

"Sometimes I think like that too." I mumble into my arms and more to myself.

"What was that?" he asks. "Nothing."

— two days later —

Patiently I wait on Theo‘s bed, dressed all up.. or down, in his favorite lingerie set and a pair of black knee socks. When we got together half a year ago he told me he loved them on me, made my legs look even longer.

As the door opens my heart starts beating faster and I look up, shrieking and pulling the blanket over my body as I see who it is. "Damn mami is that for me?" Mattheo asks as he stand in front of Theo‘s bed with a smirk on his face, his mouth wide open.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked furious, not wanting him to see me like that. What If Theo comes in and would see us, what would he think?

"Last time I checked this is my room, sweetcheeks." "But you‘re supposed to have quidditch practice!" I whine and look for my clothes.

He chuckles and steps a bit closer as I stand up from the bed. "Could you turn around? I wanna get dressed." "No." "You are such a pain in the ass!" I roll my eyes at him and take my wand, mumbling "Colloportus“. and holding it towards the door so no one can come inside.

I let go of the blanket, thinking fuck it, and grab my skirt, pulling it over my legs and then my hips. "Did your cute little boyfriend leave you unsatisfied again?" he grins and takes a step closer. "You know.. I could help you with that." he says in a suggestive tone. "He’s your best friend Mattheo, stop this shit." "I can’t princess. Hurts me to see that pretty little body of yours, knowing how desperate it must be after all these weeks." he whispers the last part as he lets his fingers slowly brush over my arm, sending shivers down my spine. "See? It’s so hot for just a little attention." "No, it is cold, thats why." I say, swallowing down the clump in my throat as i nod towards the opened window.

Just as I wanted to reach down for my top, I see Mattheo getting down on his knees in front of me. He looks up and licks his lips. Damn.. something about a men on his knees for me made me feel slme type of way.

"Please let me touch your legs, please. Need to know how soft these pretty thighs feel." I could feel his warm breath against my skin, again, sending shivers down my… spine. wet pussy

"Mattheo get the fuck up I swear to god!" i hiss at him. Yes I closed the door with a spell but it wasn‘t really hard for everyone above first years to open it with a spell.

"Please, I swear If you let me just touch it I‘m gonna leave you alone for the rest of the week!" he pleads, looking at my face and then my legs. I sigh as I think about letting him. Damn was I really thinking about it? Am I really going to let my boyfriends best friend touch my thighs?

But I mean.. nothing’s wrong If I don‘t feel anything for it, right? Plus he would just leave me alone for a bit. "Fine." I press out.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel his big warm hands on my thighs. "Shit.." he mumbles as he lets them wander up and down my legs. He slighty squeezes them, making me sigh in relief.

I feel his curls against my skin before I can look down and see him kissing my flesh, grabbing it with a bit more strengh now. I had to bite my bottom lip as he starts massaging them. Completly lost in thoughts, I realize too late what he was doing.

Suddenly he stands up and kisses my cheek "Thank you, doll.", before leaving the dorm and leaving me breathless in the middle of the room. As I slowly come back from the dizzy feeling inside my head I again, stretch over to get my top but gasp with shaky breathing as I see what Mattheo left on my skin.

A hickey. And a bite mark. I didn‘t even notice him biting my leg. Shit.

— Saturday —

To say i was pissed, while sitting on a chair in some corner of the common room, was a big understatement. Theodore and I arrived at the party he talked about a few days ago.. 2hours ago. I saw him drinking with his friends and playing truth or dare in a little group, always walking away from me as soon as I approached him. So I decided to stop chasing him.

"What are you doing here all alone sweetcheeks?" I look to my right and see Mattheo. Of course it was him. "Leave me alone." I say, rolling my eyes and looking back to my boyfriend, sitting beside this girl named Lydia. She was a year under us I think.

Mattheo followed my gaze and shakes his head. "Well , the deal was I would leave you alone till end of the week. The week is over." I don‘t even answer him, not in the mood to argue.

"Yeah thanks for the hickey and the mark between." i say sarcastically. "Yeah it‘s not like your boyfriend would see, right?"

I roll my eyes again and look back at Theodore, to see him standing up. What was he going to do? Suddenly I see him taking Lydia‘s hand, pulling her up with him and kissing her. In shock I opened my mouth, but instead of crying like i normally would, my face got red in anger.

I tried everything and here he stands sucking of the face of that stupid thot. In the middle of the common room? With the girl he "studys" all the time? I bet that’s not the first time they kiss. Mattheo seems to see it too and looks at me more serious now. "Hey.. are you okay? I mean he‘s not worth it If you - " but before he can continue I grab him at the collor of his shirt and drag him with me to his dorm.

— 30 minutes later —

"Oh fuck yes, Mattheo!" I moan into the air, pushing his head against me while his lips suck on my clit, his fingers pumping inside me. "Shit who would have known that you go this feral for my tounge huh?" he smiles and mumbles against my skin.

"Stop talking and continue!" I whine and push his head back. I hear him chuckle before he laps at my throbbing clit again. God If I would have known how good this feels I would have had ended things with Theo way sooner.

His free hand slides across my body up to my left boob where he started to tease my nipple. I gasp and push my hips up, arching my back. My body was so sensitive I wanted to cry out of pleasure everytime he touched me somewhere.

It didn‘t took me long before my body starts trembling and shaking, Mattheo licking everything up as I come on his tounge.

"I could get drunk on your pussy." he groans before kissing me, making me taste myself on his lips.

"I hope you‘re ready cause that pussy screams for me." he whispers against my lips before going down on me again.

A few minutes in I hear someone yell. "WHAT THE FUCK?"

My head shot up and I looked to the door where Theo stood, looking ag us with an angry face.

I saw Mattheo looking at him over his shoulder, smiling at him with glistening lips. "Hey men, hope you don‘t mind? We got the impression you were busy.. never mind – bro how could you not eat that pussy like.. all day?"

"I‘m gonna kill you, Riddle!"

shorter than usual but I liked it 🌼

thanks for reading and supporting 🫶🏻

xoxo sarah <3

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Lucy bronze one where r doesn’t wanna her up for training some fluff. Thanks

I just want to take care of you (Lucy Bronze x reader)

Lucy had promised you she was fine and she said her knee was fine. This was a lie because 4 days after the Chelsea game your girlfriend was in the hospital having surgery.

Before now you trusted her explicitly and for the most part you still do. When it comes to her injury though, you didn’t believe a word that came out of her mouth. You attended every physio appointment and made notes of her progress. You knew what her road to recovery would entail and you knew when she would hopefully get the greenlight.

“Can I join you on your run?” Lucy was moping around the kitchen as you got ready.

“No Lucy, you can’t. You’re on track and I won’t be the reason that changes. I’m meeting Alexia afterwards so I’ll meet you at the training ground” you place a quick kiss on her cheek.

She hated lying to you about her pain and discomfort but she wanted to be the strong powerful person she knew you loved. The reason for the dishonesty was fear and she knew it.

You and Alexia were running a little bit late to training. By the time you get to the pitch, the whole team is already out there. The whole team including Lucy and Frido.

“Love, I know you miss it but you can’t be here. You haven’t been cleared yet”

“I have” Lucy was telling the truth.

“No you haven’t. You aren’t due for clearance until next month”

Lucy grabbed your hand and walked you over to where the physios were speaking to Jona.

“I told you she wouldn’t believe me. Please tell her”

The physios go on to explain how Lucy passed all her tests this morning and that they have cleared her for team training. When you question it they promised that they would keep an eye on her and monitor every move she made.

Training is normally your happy place but not today, today you were filled with worry. You were trying to focus on your own performance but your mind kept straying to Lucy and how she was playing. It was during one counter attack that things got intense. Mapi did a clean tackle and got the ball. Any other day you would praise her but with the speed Lucy was running down the wing, Mapi’s tackle sent her flying.

“Lucy!” You are by her side in seconds “medics!” You begin to panic but Lucy brushes the grass off her knees and stands up as if nothing happened.

“I’m fine, im fine”

There was that word again. Fine. She said that one before.

“Get checked out. If they say you are fine then you can continue”

“Y/N”

“Captains orders!” You snap. It wasn’t a malicious snap but one of concern.

Lucy does in fact get cleared but your head is all over the place so you sit out and watch the team strategically.

Very little is said on the way home and that doesn’t change once you are in your shared apartment.

“Here. Ice it. I’m going for a shower”

“No” Lucy takes the ice off you before pulling you over to the sofa “we are going to talk about what happened today”.

You let out a huff of frustration. You really didn’t want to talk about it, not while you were this worked up. You placed Lucy’s leg on the foot rest and make sure her knee was iced before you started talking.

“You got cleared ahead of schedule. You went down and I panicked. There, end of story”

“There’s more to it than that. You’ve seen me injured before, this time is different”

“Yes, it’s different. Last time you were honest with me. You told me when it got bad and we dealt with it together. This time you lied. You told me you were fine and then you were in the hospital again”

Seeing your girlfriend laying in a hospital bed was never a welcomed sight but this time things felt weird between the two of you.

“It was a small surgery. I didn’t want to worry you”

“Right because look how great that turned out”

“I’ll admit I could have handled it better but I didn’t want you to see me weak”

“Weak? Lucy you are one of the strongest people I know”

“But I wasn’t a few weeks ago. I was hurting and I thought the way for you to still see me as strong was to lie to you” Lucy tried to explain how her mind worked and her reasoning for withholding the truth.

“Let’s get one thing straight. Lying to me is never the answer”

“But—“

“No buts. I don’t like not trusting what you say Lucy. This” you run your hand over her knee and gently stroke her scar “is important and I want you to be honest with me about it. Please please be honest with me Lucy”

“From this moment on I will always tell you the truth, no matter what. Pinky promise” you hold her pinky finger out and waits for you to accept it.

You look at her as if weighing out your options. When you see the look of panic of Lucy’s face you know you’ve waited long enough. You hook your pinkies.

“Now, you said something about a shower” your girlfriend raises her eyebrows playfully.

“How about a bath instead” you suggest.

“Even better”

#woso x reader #Lucy Bronze x reader

[sfehvn]

hi hello! saw you had requests open and were looking for some prompts to work on?

i hope you dont mind me sending in one :0

possessive or jealous astarion x reader maybe?

reader is divorced, has been for a while, but their ex and them are still good friends. it was a mutual, respectful separation, because the two had different life plans after being together for some time. ex is a great person with a kind heart (and js brilliant artificer or inventor maybe?) and decided to visit reader some time after the game. nothing nefarious, just some nice catching up with one of their closest friends.

just want a lil astarion jealousy here. how reader reacts is up to you. itd be fun if they just roll their eyes but indulge his possessive behavior a tad.

no need to follow everything to a T of course.

other reasons the ex could be visiting (if theyre an artificer or inventor) is because reader commissioned them for a ring or jewelry or something that lets astarion walk under the sun. fun ideas there where astarion sees the ex hand reader a ring, is almost heartbroken, but it turns out reader got the ring for him was gonna propose or something (ring lets vampires walk under the sun). some angst there wahaha

im so sorry this is so long, i had multiple ideas i wanted to offer but didnt wanna flood you.

i understand if you dont wanna work on this (these?). its still just a joy to share these. thanks!

green eyed devil

A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it! xx Rating: M (18+ minors DNI) Word count: 2,290 Characters: Astarion x Tav

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  In the months following the removal of your unwanted little brain passengers you and Astarion had been tirelessly in search of a cure for his vampiric condition. As much as you tried to discourage his masking, there were many mornings you woke to see your lover longingly staring at the covered windows surrounding your bed. Astarion would play it off cooly once the realization he’d been caught dawned on him, but he knew as well as you the agony that hid behind ruby-red eyes. The remorse ate him alive as the color in your own skin began to fade from your previously sunkissed appearance to reflect that of paleness. It stilled in comparison to his, but it was a constant reminder of the fact that, in his judgment, he’d doomed you to a life in the shadows.

  You held him close to your chest and the sound of your beating heart against his ear prompted a moment of weakness. “I feel like I’m destroying you.” His words were a shutter as they left his mouth. You place a small hand on his cold cheek at the sudden confession, commending him to look up at you.

  It was unspoken. You needed no words to tell you how sun-starved you had become and you vaguely recalled the last time you had gone out while it was still beaming. “Hey, I’m alright. We’re making decent progress and have more than a few promising leads. I’m not the slightest worried about it.” Even your reassuring smile and soothing words couldn’t placate the shame he felt.

  “Would you go for a walk at least? You thrive in the sun and instead you’re cooped up in this little room with me until sundown, darling.” You let out a sigh of disapproval and before you can argue the suggestion, he continues. “Do it for me. I can’t bear seeing you like this.” Astarion knew without a shred of doubt that one day you’d grow tired of skulking in the dark with him, given a cure was never found. He’d do everything he could to make sure it never happened. If it did, though, Astarion believed he’d have no reason to continue his miserable existence.

  After a few beats of silence, you finally nod. The look on his face was enough to tell you there was no use arguing the matter away. Evidently, this was important to him, so you sat and readied to do what he could not, what he wanted so desperately: to bathe in the rays of daylight. 

-

  You trudged about the city with no end in mind. Feeling the warmth of sunshine on your skin was a welcome change, and you soaked up the sensation eagerly. There was heavy remorse weighing in your chest at the thought of not being able to share this feeling with your lover all the while. You’re stopped in your tracks at the familiar face before you. “Tav! Well, you’re looking worse for wear.” The man teased. You grinned widely and wrapped your arms around him in a chaste embrace.

“I would say your words hurt, but it is a testament to your honesty, I suppose.” You quipped and stepped back to get a good look at him. It had been a lengthy amount of time since you had last seen him. You recall the last time you had been in each other’s company was when you had attended his wedding to his new wife, a lovely half-elf you had regularly messaged with. From said messages, you knew they had just welcomed a new addition to his family, and you felt great pride in the man he had become. While, yes, you had once shared a bed and a last name, it felt like a lifetime away.

  “You look well, Conrad. It seems fatherhood suits you well.” He did indeed look great, not a day older than when you had last seen him despite the years passed. Black hair that somehow always looked tousled and neat at the same time, bright green eyes with no darkness marring under them, and he’d taken to toning his physique since you’d been with him, ostensibly.

  You were both far too young when you had made the rash decision of running off and eloping together. Just as hastily as you two had agreed to spend the rest of your lives together, things had begun falling apart. Conrad wanted to settle and start creating a family as quickly as possible, while you were keen just the way you were. You were confident you never wanted children to begin with. Though your thoughts on the matter have recently changed, it is a testament that finding the right person has shown you things you weren’t even aware of about yourself before. 

  “Despite the lack of sleep, we can agree on that.” Conrad chortles gleefully, motioning you to follow him to a nearby bench. Once seated, he turns his body to face you. “You are a tough one to find, my friend. Amira told me you have been holed up in Elfsong for a while, and it was still much like digging through a needle in a haystack. The same old adventurer, hm?” He questions fondly, recalling your nature without abandon.

  “You could say that.” You shrugged casually. Your head quirks as if a thought just popped into your mind. “Why are you back in Baldur’s Gate? You should be home tending to Amira.” You think back to her last letter, detailing the struggles she had been having caring for their new babe. Conrad was a journey away.

  “I am here at her request.” He corrects with a wave of his hand. “It seems you and Astarion have troubled her heart with your story. She can’t stand the thought of two people so in love plagued by such great hardship. Ever the romantic she is.” You smile sadly as you remember your lover confined to the inn's room. He holds up a finger, beckoning your brow to crease as he dug into the pockets of his robe. A quiet ‘aha’ emerged as he seemingly located what he sought. He outstretched his hand to you, a simple silver-banded ring held between his fingertips. “It’s not the cure, of course. At the very least, your search won’t have to be restricted during daylight hours.” 

Your breath catches in your throat as you bite back tears at the kind gesture. “Conrad, I can’t believe this.” You whisper as he drops the ring into your palm. The magic-infused band feels almost as if it hums against your hand.

“Ring of the sunwalker. I must say, it was one of the most challenging feats I’ve committed to.” Conrad muses, clearly proud of his work. You had been in search of one to gift to Astarion but they were impossible to stumble upon and even more impossible to find an artificer who was skilled enough to conjure one up. You clinch the ring in your fist and pull the man into a tight hug, painfully aware of the tears that assaulted his robe.

  “Thank you, Conrad. I don’t know how to repay you or Amira for this kindness.” Your words were earnest, and you dab under your wet eyes.

  “No repayment necessary, Tav. You’re family to us. It pains us to know you’re in such a tight predicament. However, a visit once you and your other half are ready would be welcomed. Got to lay the law out and let this vampire know who he’ll have on his tail if he ever hurts you.” His teasing cadence elicited a laugh from you, bumping his shoulder playfully with your own.

  You two chat for a while longer before bidding goodbye to one another. “Just make sure that gets put to use, Tav. You look like you haven’t had a drop of sunlight in your life.” You reassure that you will with a broad smile.

  The walk back to the inn is painstakingly long given how eager you were to present Astarion with his new ring. The image of your lover once again bathed in sunlight made your heart swoon. When opening the room’s door you can hardly contain the excited smile on your lips. Astarion was unmoving on the bed, trying to slip into a meditative state when you entered the room.

  “The sun is still up, my darling—plenty of fun to be had out there.” There was feigned annoyance in his words but in reality, he was contented to have you back where he knew you were safe. There was something off, though. Astarion pushes himself onto his elbows and stares at you with narrowed eyes. The look made your breathing hitch, your smile faltering the slightest bit.

  Within a second, he’s in front of you, faces a mere inch apart. “What’s wrong?” You asked carefully, hand instinctively reaching for the ring in your pocket. You twiddle your fingers around it but hesitate to pull it out.

  “You reek.” He deadpans, inspecting your body as if searching for a physical sign you’d been laid up with another man. 

  “Well, that’s kind of rude.” You joked, but the silence that followed told you there was more to it than he’d let on.

  “You reek of another, my dear.” His words dripped with condescension, and you let out a chuckle, ready to explain away his worries.

  “Oh no, that’s just Conrad. He actually-” Before you could say anything more, you were pressed firmly between the solid oak door behind you and Astarion’s firm chest. He looks down on you, and you can’t discern if his red eyes radiate that of rage or lust. Perhaps both.

  “Your ex-husband. I leave you alone for all but a few hours, and you find your way into another man’s arms?” Accusatory words were whispered into your ear, the sensation of his soft lips tickling the sensitive skin. His fingertips firmly planted into your hip as he led you to the bed, pressing you roughly to the soft comforter you two had spent so many days wrapped up in one another atop. His greedy hands expertly flip you over. Your ass stood in attention before him, and he worked the skirt of your dress up until it pooled around your chest.

  Before you could comprehend his jealous fit, your underwear was ripped from your body, and his hard cock was buried deeply inside of you. You let out a moan at the sensation of him filling you. His hand slid up your back until it reached the back of your head, taking a fistful of your long hair into his palm as he plowed into you, hips slamming loudly against your skin throughout the otherwise quiet room—your back arches as you allowed him to take you. Your eyes rolled back, and you grasped the sheets tightly in your own hands.

  Astarion had become increasingly possessive of you since the Mindflayer incident came to a close. Still, you’d never put him in a position to react so passionately to any jealousy he may have felt. When his hand wrapped around you to make contact with your clit, you knew you were putty in this man’s hands. He rubbed slowly and firmly, his other hand still in your hair. You cried out in pleasure, everything in your mind melting away as he fucked you into the bed.

  “Bet Conrad never fucked you with such tenacity, hm, darling?” His words were confident, fastening his pace as he failed to receive an answer, a silent reminder that he expected a response from those pretty little lips.

  “N-never.” You stutter feeling winded from the intense pleasure coursing through your veins.

  “Good girl.” He grunted in response, finding a smoother pace. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer with how your drenched core gripped his cock, and his fingers continued their attention over your sensitive clit. “You’re mine. Understand?”

  You nod numbly as stars flood your vision, crying out with the orgasm that electrified your body. “Say it. Say you’re mine.” His words came from gritted teeth, and you obliged, the words falling from your mouth causing him to reach his completion, his seed filling you full. As he shifts to lay beside you, he looks at you with darkened eyes. “Why were you with him?” There was no hiding the distaste in his voice.

  “Before you so rudely, but pleasurably, interrupted me, I was going to explain that to you.” You hummed teasingly, sitting up beside him. Your dress rested around your knees as you did so and you reached for the ring in your pocket. You offered it out to him and you didn’t have to speak a word for him to know what possibilities the simple-looking ring possessed. 

  He slipped it onto his finger and stood from the bed. He walked to the covered window and pushed the curtains aside. There he stood in all his glory, the sun's rays illuminated against his pale skin. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, letting out the faintest cry of satisfaction at the warmth he had so longed to feel again. You move to stand behind him, your arms wrapped around his waist. Your forehead rests against his back, and a content smile plays on your mouth. “You thrive in the sun, too.” You pointed out softly.

  “Perhaps I owe that artificer a thank you. His scent on you tells me he touched you one too many times, though. That said, I will not like it. And I will not like him.” You knew Astarion would never accept Conrad as a friend due to his possessiveness, but you knew he was thankful. That was a step in the right direction at the least.

#astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion #bg3 #x reader #reader #tav

[wrathofrats]

Sits down cross legged on the floor

Consider; raindrop fucking, lazy and kinda casual about it while just musing about how badly they both wanna get their hands on the new bug. Phantoms so cute and sweet - Rain knows he'd be such a good boy, wants to prove it but Dew is convinced he's absolutely got a bit of a brat inside of him.

Dew wonders if he's weird like Aether and likes to play with his magic, Omega certainly did...Is it just a quint ghoul thing to be a freak??

Rain asks if his dick would be bigger than Dew's (Dew tries to pretend he's offended as if he doesn't share the same sentiment)

Just slightly provoking each other, a little bit of possessiveness hidden in there somewhere, while they talk absolutely nasty about Phantom...idk!

Is this smthn-

-Void

I’m honored I’ve finally been given raindrop writing privileges I hope I did them justice I know how important those freaks are to you

1.6k of exactly what it says on the tin folks. Warnings for degro, size shaming, mentions of physical punishments like bruises and blood, they’re a bunch of possessive freaks.

Ok have fun

Dew reeks of sweat and smoke.

His forehead is shiny, golden hair sticking to it as he tips his head back to allow Rain to suck on the sensitive skin of his neck. They exchange heat in this position, Rain sat in his lap nestled comfortably on his cock while Dew massages his hips. He gets hotter the longer they sit, no real urgency to either of their movements, Dew would gladly burn if it meant being able to continue touching Rain like he’s a deity who has given him the grace of his skin against his own.

“Haven’t you noticed how he looks at us firefly?”

The words barely register in Dew’s brain as Rain lifts up off of his throat to speak coherently. Rain grinds his hips back lightly, causing Dew to suck in a deep breath. His grip tightens as he finally looks back up at Rain with a confused look.

“Who?”

“Phantom. Have you been listening to me or do I need to get up?” Rain sighs while Dew digs his nails into his hips, mumbling out a couple breathy protests.

“I’m listening I promise I- we’ve just been here for hours Rain cloud”

It had been more like an hour. The passage of time slowing as Rain moves at his own leisure. A casual pace to the roll of his hips even as Dew attempts to move them faster. Rain had already soaked the sheets below them anyways, can’t help himself, but Dew’s eyes cross every time Rain sits back to add another comment about whatever he had decided was the topic of conversation.

“Could get up if you’re not feeling it, thought you enjoyed it when I sit sweetly in your lap. Thought you wanted something pretty to look at”

“I do baby-“

“Then stop complaining”

Dew lets out another breath he didn’t know he was holding. He readjusts them in an attempt to relieve something about their position. At least enough that he can focus on what Rain is saying to him.

“Anyways, Phantom just looks so sweet doesn’t he? Probably would drop to his knees in the common room if we asked him” Rain repeats, a soft hand caressing Dew’s chin to force his gaze. He studies Dew’s eyes for any hint that he’s not fully with him, enamored with the way his pupils dilate. Finally Dew rolls his eyes and bats Rain’s hand away, grumbling about how he’s still there.

“You really think that freak is obedient?”

“More obedient than you are” Rain chides “besides, if he listens when you send him on stupid errands to annoy Swiss, I wonder what else we could make him do.”

Phantoms eyes spark when he sees Dew and Rain. A mischievous glint that has Rain wanting to drag him between them and use him as they please. A finger beckoning him over, pointing at the floor, hell Dew barely had to motion to the stage before Phantom had eagerly dropped to his knees while on tour. Something Dew has not forgotten, or let Rain forget.

“I’ve heard the opposite. Swiss gets chatty when he’s high” Dew snickers. There’s a hint of jealousy to his voice as Rain praises the new summon while seated on his cock. A petulant tone that only makes Rain bite his lip in curiosity.

“Is that so?”

“Said he’s a fucking brat, that he’s got an awful mouth on him” Dew groans as Rain bounces lightly just to hear that tone of his go breathy again.

“Well considering how often I let you get away with it, I’m not concerned”

Rain adjusts again with a wicked look. He loves watching the cocky attitude in Dew melt away as he clenches down on his cock. Dew is adorable when he’s jealous, Rain could work him up for hours if he didn’t think Dew may burn down the abbey about it.

“He’s greedier than you are princess, Swiss could spank the stupid toy raw and he would beg for more”

“Guess I enjoy the challenge. Swiss encourages the bratting though and you of all ghouls should know that”

More than once had Swiss worked Dew up enough to get smoke coming out of his ears. Laughing in his face before sending him back to Rain covered in bruises after taunting the one ghoul who usually couldn’t control himself. Always quiet and docile, but they all knew the work it took to get him there. Swiss dishes his punishments hard, that fucking sadist, purely encouraging a bad habit so he can have his own fun.

"Sometimes Swiss has to subdue him with quintessence just to get him to shut his mouth. Poor thing will apparently just talk and babble until he's fucked stupid"

Oh that idea intrigues Rain more than it should. The idea of Phantom being so loud and disobedient that even Swiss can't handle him sometimes? He licks his lips, quickening his pace bouncing up and down on Dew just thinking about it. His thoughts are awful really, the terrible sadistic part of him wondering if he could get Phantom to submit without having to use magic.

He knows how hard Swiss can go, he's left plenty of cuts and bruises on Rain to make that point clear. But Rain wonders if Phantom will allow him to go harder.

“I think we could take him firefly. Could just tie him up until he wants to be good if the bug gets out of hand.” Rain muses. Dew pants and curses beneath him, trying to grab at Rain to slow him down.

“Fuck baby-“ Dew moans. There’s an internal debate of whether or not to force him to still his hips, loving the way he looks bouncing up and down. His dark hair framing his face as he tilts his head back blissed out on Dew’s cock, small tits bouncing slightly, he looks ethereal like this and if Dew wasn’t about to completely ruin the moment he would've been more than grateful to continue to watch.

There’s a small pause that lingers in the air as Rain finally stills. He leans forward into Dew’s chest against, panting right by his ear.

“Hope he’s a bit nasty for us, hope he makes me fucking claw at his skin until he sobs. Get him real marked up and docile, see a bruised bloody thing at our feet hanging onto our every word” Rain huffs, breathy and a cocky lit to his voice that has Dew whimpering at the idea. One of Rain’s claws drags down the side of Dew’s abdomen for emphasis as he just nods and gasps at the sting.

“Do you think he’s got that awful quint trait of being a fucking freak with his magic? Do you think he uses it to get what he wants?” Dew screws his eyes shut as Rain clenches down on him again. Omega certainly has an awful streak of using his magic to his advantage, they’re sure that’s how aether got to be so bad. Just a taste of power and Dew’s convinced the kid will be hooked. Will play dirty just to get a cock in him.

“I think we can make a sweet boy out of Phantom. Won’t need any magic to get what he wants if he listens”

“And how do you expect to do that?”

Rain smiles almost maliciously at Dew, his sharp teeth almost reflecting the low light in the room. A sweet hand comes to caress the side of his face, a stark contrast to the filth Dew knows Rain is thinking.

“Oh I was hoping you’d be a bit generous droplet, I was thinking I could offer him the opportunity to fuck my cunt if he’s a good boy. Maybe if you’re good too you can watch”

Dew practically growls, “Id just have to fuck you afterwards. He can’t fuck you like I can, would love to see him try though”

“Oh is that so? You don’t think he’s bigger than you are?” Rain reaches below him to grab at Dew’s cock, showing how easily it slips out when he’s not actively grinding down on it

Shame burns in Dew’s gut, his face going bright red seeing how Rain’s fist almost covers him completely. A spurt of pre dribbles down his fist only adding to the embarrassment, not only feeling of seeing Rain actively coo over how small he is, both of them knowing how aroused it makes Dew.

“Shut up” he grits.

“Seen and heard a couple things that tell me otherwise. I think he could fill me up nicely” Rain sits back on Dew’s cock again, tsking in mock disappointment. He reaches down to rub between his folds, biting his lip as he circles lightly on his clit. Dew can see how wet he is, more slick leaking out of him as he touches himself.

“That’s even if I let him near you. Don’t even want him to look at your pretty cunt, should be all mine”

Rain spreads himself at the words, two fingers showing off his pink little clit, completely engorged. Strings of his own arousal connect his fingers as he shows himself off. Dew wants to drool, to beg to get his mouth on him. Needing the salty, heady taste of Rain on his tongue.

“Don’t get jealous on me now. Besides, you’re not in charge Dewdrop” Rain sneers.

Dew whines, Rain’s hand coming to wrap lightly around his throat. A final grasp at power that Rain knows will leave him helpless and quiet for him.

“If you’re so jealous I could just have you both fuck me. Get both of your little cocks in me and see if It even stretches me out. Sure mountain or aether is bigger than you two combined, would be a really sweet sight to watch you two try though.”

#I hope I made u proud #cw degradation #cw humiliation #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #phantom ghoul #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul

[kinkandkreep]

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Ken closed the shop a little earlier than usual following his confrontation with Mikey. 

It wasn’t that he was too hurt to continue working, not at all. He’d been in much worse fights in his youth, and sustained much more serious injuries. 

Ken figured he’d need to message you and do some damage control. After all, he had promised that he would control himself when Mikey came over.

Locking the entrance door and flicking the brightly blinking “open” sign off, Ken shut off the lights in the showroom, did one last check to ensure everything was secure and began making his way upstairs, phone in hand. 

Me:

Hey __, I’m sorry, I really tried to rein in my temper but it got the best of me. Aside from the obvious, is everything ok?

Ken’s not expecting you to answer immediately, so he moves to pocket his device, surprised when he hears the chime indicating he’s received a message before he can do so. 

                                            __ 🐥:

Yeah, everything’s fine. Honestly, I should be the one asking you if you’re alright. Manjiro didn’t hit you too hard, did he?

Ken chuckles reading your message, having momentarily paused on his way up the steps to respond. 

Me:

No harder than he usually does when we get into spats. I’ll be fine. Is he still with you?

                                            __ 🐥:

I’ve retired upstairs for the evening. I can hear him shuffling about downstairs. I also heard his phone ringing, but it stopped pretty abruptly. I wouldn’t be surprised if he left soon.

Me:

Tch, that asshole. Well, if he leaves and you need me, let me know. I’ve decided to close up shop a little early today.

                                             __ 🐥:

Thanks Ken. Tell Seishu I said hello, and make sure you get patched up. Call you tomorrow? 

Me:

Of course. Night, __. 

                                            __ 🐥:

                                         Night night.😚

Ken can’t help the small, fond smile that curls his lips upon reading your final message. Finishing his trek up the stairs, he calls out for Seishu, watching as the man ambles quietly out of his room.

“You call-...what happened to your face?”

Shaking his head, Ken waves away Seishu’s concern. 

“Mikey and I got into a little disagreement is all. You mind grabbing the first aid kit for me?”

Nodding, Seishu sets off to retrieve the kit he keeps under his bathroom sink. Once he has it, he approaches Ken, already making moves to treat and dress his split lip, bruised nose and swollen eye. 

“This looks like the result of more than just a “little disagreement” to me. You wanna share what it was about?”

Ken considers doing so for a moment, but ultimately decides against it. 

“I would, but it’s really not my place to share details unnecessarily. Let’s just say Mikey made a really shitty decision and I refused to cover for him.”

Seishu hums, lightly dabbing a cool, clean cloth against Ken’s lip. 

“Sounds serious. I won’t pry, but if at any point you do decide to share, I’m all ears.”

A little smile lifts the corners of Ken’s lips, somewhat exacerbating the laceration there and causing Seishu to quietly fuss. 

“Thanks, Seishu. Oh, and __ said hello. I talked to her a little earlier.”

Seishu’s eyes widen slightly at the mention of your name. 

“How’s __ been? It’s been so long since last we spoke.”

Ken prepares to speak, then grimaces at the memory of your current situation. 

“She-...she’s been better, but she’s strong. I know she’ll be alright.”

Seishu can sense the unease accompanying Ken’s words. He’s half a mind to press for details, but thinks better of it. 

“Well, you let her know that I’m here if she ever wants to talk. We should still have each other’s numbers.”

Ken nods. 

“Will do.”

You’re tired. And not only because of your husband’s stupidity. 

Hanma was about as rough as you expected him to be, which is to say, quite. 

Not that you mind of course, quite the opposite. 

A pleasant sort of ache radiates through your upper and lower halves. You stretch, thighs and abdomen quivering slightly from the movement. 

Laying still for a moment, you listen for Manjiro’s movements. You honestly expected him to be gone, given that you’d heard his phone ringing. 

‘What is he doing?’

Your curiosity getting the better of you, you lift yourself up from the bed, quietly making the trek downstairs. Peeking around the corner, you see Manjiro maneuvering around the kitchen. He seems to be cooking, which strikes you as odd because he normally avoids tasks like that like the plague. 

‘Does he really think that this is going to make up for what he’s done?’

You roll your eyes, making your way further into the kitchen. 

“Manjiro.”

The man startles the most minute amount, turning to level you with a surprised stare over his right shoulder. 

“Oh, __. I uh…thought I’d make us dinner.”

You have half a mind to spoil the treat and say that you and Shuji had already eaten, but Manjiro appears to be almost finished, and you’d hate to let all that food go to waste. 

So, you decide you’ll entertain him for the time being. 

“Ok.”

With that, you take a seat at the dining table, not paying any mind to Manjiro’s gaze, which follows you before returning to its previous place. 

About 5 minutes later, Manjiro is setting a plate loaded with your favorites before you. You’re surprised to admit how good everything looks, and perhaps Manjiro can tell as well. 

“Thank you.” 

Manjiro shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips. 

“My pleasure.” 

Taking his seat, you both say a quick “itadakimasu” before digging in. 

It’s mostly silent between the two of you, the only audible sound that of your utensils occasionally striking your plates.  You can see from the corner of your eye that Manjiro keeps throwing glances at you, and for a second, you deliriously worry that he’s done something to the food and is waiting for a reaction. 

“Is there something on my face?” Your words come out amused and slightly harsher than you intended, and Manjiro quickly averts his gaze. 

“No, I just…I was just lost in thought.”

“About what?”

It takes him a few seconds to respond. 

“Where we go from here.”

This gives you pause, and you slowly set your utensils down, leveling Manjiro with a critical stare. 

“I think the answer is fairly obvious, Manjiro.”  

His eyes widen, and you can see the most minute amount of fear begin flooding them. 

“W-what do you mean, __?”

“I want a divorce.”

You could swear the temperature takes a sharp nosedive following your words. Manjiro is frozen, mouth slightly agape. He flounders for a bit for words, before shakily smiling. 

“B-but __, I thought…we, I thought we were even. You slept with Hanma right? So now it’s even? Right?” 

You can’t help the loud guffaw that erupts out of you, causing you to double over.

“Even, Manjiro? Really? What are you, 5? I didn’t sleep with Hanma to get “even” with you. I did it to feel good. I wanted him to help me forget, even just for a brief while, about all the shit you put me through.”

Silent tears have begun streaming down Manjiro’s face, his chin wobbling as he listens. 

“No, no __ please. I don’t want a divorce, I-””

“I don’t care what you want!” You’ve never raised your voice at Manjiro before, but now you can’t help the overflow of emotions threatening to spill. 

“I have spent the better portion of my entire life thus far catering to you Manjiro. I have been nothing but selfless the entire time I’ve known you, always bending over backward to make sure you were accommodated. I’ve given you everything! My body, my heart, my very soul, I gave it all away to you the moment we first exchanged I love you’s.”

Your own tears have begun falling, and you furiously wipe them away. 

“But despite all that, you still found it in yourself to cheat on me. After all I’ve done for you, after how I loved you. I would’ve given you anything if only you’d asked.”

Manjiro has begun to sob, head tilted downward and shoulders shaking, fists clenched tightly on the table. 

“I’m sorry __, I-I’m so sorry. I love you, I swear I do, I just…I just couldn’t-”

You don’t care to hear what excuse Manjiro is going to try and give you. With a last scrub at your still wet cheeks, you abruptly stand, pushing back your chair and carrying your mostly emptied plate over to the sink to be washed at a later time. 

“Wait, __,where are you going?” There’s an edge of panic lacing Manjiro’s words, and he stands as well, partially full plate forgotten. 

“Upstairs. I’ll be spending the night at Ken’s.”

You try to brush past Manjiro, but find that he’s blocking your path. 

“What, so you can fuck him too?”

Your hand’s never moved so fast in your life. Manjiro’s head snaps to the side, an angry red print beginning to form on his cheek. 

“Don’t equate me to you, you piece of shit. I’m not some whore that doesn’t know how to keep their legs closed, unlike someone.” 

You quickly maneuver around the still man, rushing upstairs and pulling out your overnight bag. You speedily but meticulously pack everything you’ll need, even packing extra in case you decide to extend your stay. 

You can hear Manjiro ascending the stairs, stopping just outside of your bedroom. You can see him watching you out of your periphery, dark eyes made darker with some emotion that you can’t quite place. 

Ignoring him for the moment, you finish your preparations, making your way to the door and finding that Manjiro is blocking your path once again. You roll your eyes, exasperated. 

“Move, Manjiro.”

“No __, you are not leaving me.”

He finally makes eye contact with you, and his expression sends a chill down your spine. 

Manjiro’s eyes are empty, lacking any light or emotion. They stare through you, leaving you feeling uncomfortably exposed. 

You can see the slightest clench of his jaw, and his breathing, though quiet, is audible. 

“You’re crazy if you think I’m staying cooped up in this house with a monster like you. Now move. I won’t ask again.”

Prepared to strong arm your way past him, you soon find the wind knocked out of you and your picture of the world flipped as Manjiro tackles you back onto your bed. 

“L-let me go! Manjiro!”

“I said, you are not leaving me!”

Manjiro appears deranged- eyes wide, brows furrowed and teeth clenched. The two of you wrestle, but Manjiro is, of course, leagues stronger than you are. 

“You belong to me __. You’re mine. Not Hanma’s, not Kenny’s, not Izana’s, you belong solely to ME.”

Leaning down, Manjiro forcefully covers your lips with his own, trying and failing to snake his tongue into your mouth. 

Pulling back, he growls beneath his breath, before speaking once more. 

“You’re the crazy one for thinking I was ever going to let you go.”

Dipping back down, he tightens a hand around your throat, causing you to gasp. He takes the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, engaging you in a sloppy, one-sided kiss. 

Fearing that things will escalate, you do the only thing you can think to in the moment. 

Biting down with all the force you’re able to muster, you feel more than hear Manjiro’s muffled scream. When he begins pulling away, you rear back, proceeding to headbutt him. 

Now, groaning and clutching his face, he’s retracted from you fully, and without taking another moment to consider it, you grab your bag and bolt out of the room and downstairs, quickly slipping on your shoes and ignoring Manjiro’s pained cries of your name. 

You rush out the door, quickly dialing Ken’s number as you begin heading in the direction of his shop.

It’s 30 minutes later when you find yourself curled up on Ken’s couch, wrapped in a heavy blanket and trying not to think about what transpired earlier. 

Ken has retreated into the kitchen to prepare cups of tea for you both, and every so often he throws concerned glances your way. You haven’t yet told him what exactly had happened, but you sounded distraught over the phone. 

Finished with preparing your tea, Ken carefully carries both cups to the couch, silently offering you yours. You accept with a quiet “thank you” and allow the steam rising from the cup to soothe your nerves. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Ken watches you from the corner of his eyes, his own cup sat on the coffee table. 

You shake your head. “Not right this moment. Maybe a little later.”

Ken nods, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to him. You immediately snuggle into his embrace, head laying on his shoulder. 

“I slept with Hanma.”

You can feel him nod. 

“I figured.”

“I thought it would make me feel better, and it did, for a little while. But now I just feel…dirty. Like I’m no better than Manjiro. We’re still married after all.”

Ken listens quietly as you vent, hand rubbing soothingly up and down your arm. 

“Normally, yes, two wrongs don’t make a right. But Mikey left you in a vulnerable place, __. It’s understandable that you reacted in the way that you did. And besides, he’s the one who betrayed you. I wouldn’t be so worried about returning the favor.”

A small smile curves your mouth. 

“Thanks Ken. You know, I really, truly appreciate you being here for me.”

The man grins, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. 

“No problem __, it’s my pleasure.”

ᵃ/ⁿ: ᵐⁱᵏᵉʸ ⁱˢ ˢᵒ ᵖᵃᵗʰᵉᵗⁱᶜ ʸ'ᵃˡˡ, ᵒʰ ᵐʸ ᵍᵒᵒᵈⁿᵉˢˢ. 😭 ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʷʰʸ ʰᵉ ᵏⁱⁿᵈᵃ…

Aɴʏᴡᴀʏ. 🙃

ˢᵉᵉ ʰᵒʷ ᵠᵘⁱᶜᵏ ⁱ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᵒᵘᵗ? ⁱᵐ ᵗᵉˡˡⁱⁿ' ʸᵃˡˡ, ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ 6 ʷᵃˢ ᵏⁱᶜᵏⁱⁿ' ᵐʸ ASS.

ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵉ'ᵛᵉ ᵒᵛᵉʳᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒʷ ʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉ! ᵃ ⁿᵉʷ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ 3 ᵈᵃʸˢ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ. ʷᵉ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᵒᵘʳ ᶠⁱⁿᵍᵉʳˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶠᵘᵗᵘʳᵉ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃˢ ˢᵗᵉᵃᵈⁱˡʸ. 😂

ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸ'ᵃˡˡ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵉᵈ! ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿ'! 👋🏾

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokrev #tw cheating #cw cheating #sano manjiro #manjiro sano #cheater mikey #cheating sano manjiro #cheating manjiro sano

[jellypopjoo]

wanna be love. (myung jaehyun 명재현)

synopsis : thinking about if you’re putting enough into your relationship with jaehyun keeps you from sleep. luckily, your boyfriend was always good at reassurance.

genre : fluff, established relationship

warnings : relationship insecurity, there is a single curse word

wc : 0.8k

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you tossed and turned for what felt like hours, not able to return to your slumber. stupid, so stupid… you’re beyond exhausted, so why can’t you go back to sleep? you turned back around to your boyfriend jaehyun, who’s eyes just fluttered open.

“y/n?” your eyes widened once you noticed him waking up.

“oh, jaehyun…” and you felt terrible, did you disturb his sleep? “I’m so sorry, did I wake you up?”

“no of course not, it’s okay,” the sigh you released was a big one. “just woke up is all.”

“ah, that’s a relief…” the last thing you want is to bother him while he’s sleeping.

“but is something wrong? why are you awake?” you found it hard to reach the right words to explain to him.

“can’t…” you struggled, until you decided on your words. “I can’t go back to sleep.”

“awe, y/n,” jaehyun frowns.

he reaches his hand up to set on your arm, pausing the minute he reaches contact with you. nonetheless, he continues and rubs your arm.

“well it’s no wonder you can’t go back to sleep, you’re an ice cube,” he says in a chuckle, which explains his pause.

“ha… yeah it is kind of cold,” honestly, you hadn’t even realized your low body temperature.

“no matter,” he smiles. “I’ll warm you, come here,” he wraps the hand he had on your arm around you fully, pulling you extra close to him.

“thank you, jaehyun,” you reply, settling into his sudden embrace.

“of course, babe,” he speaks softly, you breathing in his scent.

“jaehyun,” a few moments had passed, but you had words you wanted to share with him.

“hm?” he hums lightly.

“I love you,” you finally speak it out, needing to get it off your mind.

“…I love you too, y/n,” jaehyun is silent for a moment, focusing on your sudden love confession before he shares the same ones back.

“no, like…” but it wasn’t like that. “I really do love you.”

“I know you do,” he chuckles as he speaks.

“but I can’t…” you shut your eyes tight, stuck on your words. all you can do is continuously state the obvious. “jaehyun, I love you so much.”

“y/n…” and he notices, your tone easy to hear.

“and it’s so frustrating,” you want to be honest with him, share how you feel.

“what is?” and he listens, hanging on to your every word as you begin to explain.

“I love you so much, but I can’t express it,” you hate it… hate it so much. “it’s like telling you I love you isn’t enough, but I can’t do any more to tell you.”

“y/n, it’s okay,” and even though you explain, he still doesn’t seem to get it.

“it’s not, jaehyun,” you say firmly. “you do all these things to tell me you love me and all I can do is say it.”

“y/n, that is enough. I know you love me, it’s okay,” you know he means it and he means well… but your frustration won’t leave.

“it’s just hard for me…” you tell him in a whisper.

“it doesn’t need to be, I promise,” you take your head out of of his chest and meet his eyes. “you may think you’re only saying it, but I feel it from you every day.”

“you do?” you’re in disbelief.

“I do. the little things you do to put care into me… of course I notice,” and you… you didn’t even realize. “maybe you do things subconsciously, but I always feel it.”

“jaehyun…” you’re stuck staring into him.

“plus you let me be physical,” now you’re the one hanging on to his every word. “you let me hold your hands, play with your hair, pull you into me.”

“…I know,” you say, finally looking away from him. “but I can’t help but worry if I’m doing enough.”

“you are,” you feel thankful of his reassurance. “and I completely understand being frustrated and worrisome, but shouldn’t all that matter is that I know how you feel?”

“yes…” you know he’s right. “of course.”

“then don’t overthink it, y/n,” if only your brain could shut up… but it’ll definitely be better now. “you’ll always be enough.”

“jaehyun, I’m just really fucking in love you,” you sigh greatly, burying yourself in his chest again as you melt into a puddle.

“you are,” he giggles, grinning widely as he hugs you tighter. “and good thing, because I’m completely in love with you, too.”

“stop,” you laugh a muffled laugh into him.

“now enough overthinking my poor little ice cube, go back to sleep,” he brings his hand up to your head, petting you lightly.

“…okay,” you agree. and you try, but your overwhelming feelings start to get the best of you.

your feelings about jaehyun… are so large. you don’t know what you’d do without him. you know he’s the best thing you could’ve possibly found, and you still can’t believe it. you love him… god, you love him so much. and thinking about it brings you to tears.

“y/n…” jaehyun can hear your sounds, worry filling him.

but he doesn’t need to worry. after all, it’s just love.

“it’s okay… I’m okay.”

#boynextdoor #myung jaehyun #boynextdoor jaehyun #kpop #kpop imagines #boynextdoor imagines #kpop x reader #boynextdoor x reader

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : THAT’S NOT MAMA!

Your husband had just texted you from his at home studio that the official trailer for his movie, White Men Can’t Jump, was out.

You had suggested watching it together in the living room, kids included, to see their reaction to their dad doing something else other than music.

“Ugh dad I was playing.” Ez says grumpily.

“You’ll go back soon, let’s just watch this real quick.” The four of you are sitting across the television.

You’re biting your nails due to nerves. He did warn you about some specific scenes, but you told him you understood.

“Ohhh daddy, is this your movie?” Mia asks, the trailer already playing.

“Yeah bug, this is it.” Jack tells her proudly.

“What is a white girl in Whole Foods?” Ez asks.

You and Jack share a laugh but continue watching it, the kids asking little questions here and there.

“Boo-boo juice that’s funny and looks nasty daddy.”

“Yeah I don’t wanna drink that. Yuck.” Ezequiel pretends to barf.

Mia gasps, “Daddy, that’s not nice.”

“What?”

“You making fun of his ears.”

“It’s part of the movie bug.” You tell her.

“Did you say sorry after?”

Jack nods, “I did princess.”

Once the trailer was over, you see Ezequiel whispering something in Mia’s ear. They both turn to look at Jack.

“Can we watch it again?” Mia asks him.

Of course Jack plays it again for them.

“STOP PAUSE.” Ez yells.

“What?” You ask him, getting worried.

“See Mia, there.” Ezequiel stands up and points to the television.

Mia stands up and walks towards her brother and they have a mini conversation you can’t hear. Both their little arms are making movements in the air.

Once they are done, they both turn to look at Jack and glare at him.

“W-what did I do?” He’s confused, looking at you then back at the kids.

“THAT.” Ez points. “NOT MOMMA. YOU IN BIG TROUBLE.”

“You can’t kiss other girls daddy, that’s bad bad, like really bad.” Mia tells him, her eyes are getting watery.

“Do you not love mommy?”

You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to muffle your laugh from the kids.

“What? Of course I love mommy.”

“Then why kiss other girl huh?” Ez asks him, his hands on his waist.

“It’s just a movie, little man, it’s fake.”

“Fake? I see it there, kissing her and laughing. It’s no funny.”

“Ezequiel, some movies or most movies aren’t real. It’s acting, you’ll understand more when you’re a bit older. But I promise you, I love your mommy.” Jack tries to reassure the kids.

“You okay momma?” Your sons come up to you, holding your hands.

You smile at him. “Yes my baby boy, I’m totally fine.”

“Okay.” He then walks to Jack. “Cool movie.” They fist bump and Ezequiel walks out the living room and back to the playroom.

Mia is standing by the television.

“You okay bug?” Jack asks her.

“You and mommy okay? You not moving houses like Nino Urby and Nina?”

“Oh baby.” Jack carries her to his chest. “I promise you, mommy and I are more than okay. We love each other so much, we’re not going anywhere.”

“That hurt my feelings, but you sound funny in your movie daddy. You’re a star.” Mia tells him, while playing with his beard.

“Thank you princess.” He kisses her head and sets her down.

“No more being sad baby, like daddy told Ez, it’s all part of the movie. Your daddy isn’t going anywhere.” You reassure your daughter.

“Okay mommy.” She hugs you. “Going to make sure Cheesy isn’t doing a mess.” She runs off to the playroom.

Jack is staring at you with raised eyebrows. “What Jackman?”

“Our kids were ready to knock me out.”

You chuckle. “No they were not.”

“Babe, yes they were, I was scared for my life. I thought Ezequiel was about to punch me.”

“You’re so dramatic.” You laugh, going up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’m proud of you though.”

That makes him smile, he places his hands on your ass. “Yeah? Even with the kiss scene?”

“The kids gave you enough shit about it, I’ll save my comments to myself.” You play with his KY chain, your favorite chain on him.

“Oh so you did feel some type of way about it?” He squeezes both ass cheeks, smirking about it.

You roll your eyes and playful smack him on his chest. “You are loving this aren’t you?”

He nods, “It takes me back to when you first showed your jealous side.”

“We are not going there Jackman.” You glare at him, but then smile. “But I’ll get my revenge for it though, you just wait and see.”

“Wait what?”

“My next music video, let’s just say it’s not YouTube appropriate.”

“Y/N that’s not fair.”

“It’s okay baby, because it’s all fake right?” You smirk and get on your tippy toes to peck him. “But I am proud of you bubs, I can’t wait to watch it.”

“Maybe without the kids?” He suggests.

You laugh at that, “If you don’t want mini glares the entire time, then yes that’s best.”

You two share a kiss and you continue to tell him how proud you are of him. He gets shy whenever you praise him, so you enjoy it every single time.

“MOM, DAD, EZEQUIEL IS ANNOYING.”

“NO I’M NOT.”

“YES YOU ARE, STOP SAYING THAT.”

You and Jack share a look and smile.

“DON’T WORRY MAMI.. DON’T WORRY MAMI. DON’T WORRY MAMI.” Ezequiel yells out plenty of times, probably to annoy his sister even more.

“What are you saying?” You laugh, walking into the playroom.

“It’s from daddy’s movie, his friend was saying it.” Ez shrugs, referring to Sinqua Walls' line.

“He’s being annoying dad.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes, and it’s mommy not mami.” Mia huffles in annoyance. “You don’t even make sense.”

“Uncle Sunni calls the girls mami, so I do know.”

“Okay, enough kids.”

“Oh can I get a flame gun for Christmas? Like in your movie?”

“NO.”

“Maybe next time we won’t show them any of our future projects.” You suggest.

Jack nods, “Sounds like a plan.”

•

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[w--zii]

hug

seungkwan x reader

warnings: y/n is depressed, mention of not wanting to be alive, seungkwan comforts y/n, just some depressing shit and comfort lol

vc: 1.154

just a short fic of this song<3

“baby, i'm home!” seungkwan announced to whole house while closing the door behind him. smiling so brightly because he is here again. he missed you so much.

but suddenly, his smile fades away. all lights are off and house feels empty.

he checked for your shoes, finding them in their place. he rushed to your shared bedroom, hoping to see you there.

he opened the door and saw you, who is all wrapped in a blanket, back facing to door. you looked like you're trying to hide yourself from world.

seungkwan let go of his backpack and approached to you. slowly sit down on bed, trying not to disturb you. hand reached for the edge of the blanket, he pulled it away from your face. your eyes were fully open.

you didn't want him to see you like this. you feel like a burden now.

“y/n? is everything okay?”

“...”

“y/n, please talk to me.” he pleaded with worried eyes.

you can’t do this anymore. it feels so bad. you should've masked it.

you shifted in bed, now facing him, “welcome back, bubu.” you smiled to him with all love and warmth you had. if there is any left.

you got up and leaned your back to headboard.

his hands found yours, holding them tightly.

it’s been only three days since you’ve felt his warmth. but it feels like years. why did you have to feel every emotion so deep? you just don't understand.

and it's been two days since you’ve eaten, slept and left this room.

now one of his hands on your face. resting on your jaw, caressing your cheek with his thumb. oh, he noticed the dark circles under your eyes. great.

“wanna talk, baby?”

your smile drops as you look away.

he changed his position, now he is beside you, “c’mere.” he opened his arms for you, inviting you for a hug. and you gladly accepted it.

you wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your head to his neck. you took a deep breath. he smells so good. so comforting.

he started to move his right hand on your back, going up and down on your spine, other one slowly stroking back of your hair. thats what you call home.

“i missed you.” he whispered.

tears filled your eyes, you tried to snuggle more.

quiet sobs heard from you. seungkwan continued stroking your back. he put a soft kiss on top of your head. he detached you from crook of his neck, now holding your both sides. he started kissing you.

he kissed your forehead first, moving to your cheeks, kissing away your tears, tenderly brushing his lips against your nose, trailing soft pecks along the corner of your mouth, and finally, with a gentle touch, he placed small pecks on your lips, each one filled with affection and warmth.

as his lips met yours, a spark of connection ignited between you, each small peck carrying the weight of unspoken words and the promise of endless love. in that fleeting moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you wrapped in the embrace of each other's tender affection.

with each gentle touch, seungkwan tries to erase the darkness that has consumed your soul. his unwavering love and devotion are like a beacon of light in the midst of your despair. but as you bask in the warmth of his embrace, you can't help but wonder if you're worthy of such pure, unconditional love. can you silence the voice of doubt in your mind and allow yourself to fully accept seungkwan's love, or will your insecurities continue to hold you back..?

he paused, locking eyes with you. lack of his lips’ touch made your thoughts slip away.

looking at your eyes so deeply, he is waiting for an explaination.

to not make him worry about you more, you started with a long sigh.

“seungkwannie... it feels so suffocating to be alive, i feel like everyone lives except me, i’m drowning in my thoughts and i can’t stop it.”

you started fidgeting with your fingers, eyes locked on them.

“i know, it takes time but i don’t think i can continue saying 'this will pass too', i think i will feel like his forever.”

“and, worst part is, i feel so lonely without you here, i feel like my other half is so far away and i can't get myself to do basic tasks. i only keep thinking, please don’t say what you're going to say... i know.. i shoul’ve told you but you are already so busy with your stuff and i don’t wanna add on it.”

he took your hands in his, smiling to the way you think. though, he still have a worried face.

“i’ve failed in everything and i feel like a burden in this.. world.”

you started sobbing again, letting go of your emotions, sharing it with your boyfriend and letting him know how heavy your heart feels recently, made you feel a sense of relief wash over you. as the tears flowed freely down your cheeks, you felt the weight that had been pressing down on you begin to lift, if only slightly.

seungkwan pulling you to another hug, in the safety of his arms, you found solace and comfort, knowing that you didn't have to carry your burdens alone.

“thank you for letting me know, y/n.” he started talking softly.

his voice is always so nice and kind, showering you with comfort every time you hear it.

“don’t hide anything from me next time, okay? you know, you can tell me anything. you're not a burden in this world nor to me. i love you and i care for you, we are in this together so please, let me take care of you. ”

pulling away slowly, he brushed your tears away with his fingertips.

“i will hug you,” he gently tucked a lock of hair behind your ear as he spoke.

“i will hug your worries, i will hug your fears, i will hug your lonliness.”

his each word made you cry more.

“i will always be with you, and we will always be happy together.”

“so, don’t cry. you will find a way out and i will be with you in the end too, y/n, i love you.”

you gave him a broken smile. his words, though filled with love and reassurance, only served to deepen your sadness. knowing you wouldn't face challenges alone brought little solace as the weight of your despair seemed insurmountable. despite his declaration of love, you couldn’t shake the feeling of hopelessness that had consumed you. with each word, your heart ached with the realization that even seungkwan's unwavering support couldn’t ease the pain you feel.

however, knowing that he will always be by your side brings enough comfort to your soul, allowing you to remain on this earth longer than you imagined.

for those who feel like this, i hope you can see the world like before again. take care.

not proof read. © w–zii. do not repost.

#boo seungkwan #seungkwan #seungkwan x reader #boo seungkwan x reader #seungkwan x y/n #seventeen #seungkwan imagines #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #svt x y/n #svt comfort #svt angst #svt fanfic #seventeen drabbles #svt imagines #Spotify

[kaylinababy]

Longing For More [v]

⤷ Uzui Tengen x Fem!Reader x Rengoku Kyojuro

♡ back to portal ♡ demon slayer ♡ series ♡ words: 3.4k | reading: n/a

tags fem!reader, slow burn (not kidding in the slightest), angst central, suggestive, emotional cheating, fluff, depression, manipulation, maladaptive daydreaming. (lmk if i missed any!)

The silence in the carriage is suffocating, you can’t believe Tengen actually pulled through. After getting off the carriage, you were walking behind Tengen into your shared estate. Suddenly, before stepping inside completely, Tengen grabs your right hand and pulls you along, walking speedily until you both reach your shared room upstairs. As you’re being pulled, you notice the three women staring at you both with their mouths agape. You feel a bit self-conscious as they mumble to each other, but Tengen doesn't seem to care. You're a bit taken aback by his behavior, unsure of what is happening.

“Tengen” you whisper, as he fumbles with the buttons on your cardigan. You look up at him in shock, but he's not looking at you in the way he usually does either. His gaze… it's empty and filled with annoyance. You feel a lump in your throat, unsure of what to say. He rolls his eyes away from yours, and puts his focus onto your cardigan in his hand before he throws it in the laundry bin. You stand there, frozen, unsure of what he's thinking. He lets out a sigh and cups your face. “Listen-” he says, his voice low and urgent. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to do, but it needs to end… I want to trust you, my love.” You close your eyes as he continues rambling what he has memorized. His ‘I care for us’ conversations always go the same way, until you or him make a vague promise and it’s back to normal. No use in listening to him.

Eventually you cut him off, “Tengen, you're utterly ridiculous.” He looks at you quizzically and lets go of your face. “What’s ridiculous about me wanting the truth?” He grabs you by the chin and gently forces eye contact. “Say it. Did you do anything with him or not? Because I see no problem-” You sigh “You’re such a pain…” You both have a staring match that seems to calm him down, before he embraces you. “You better not have. Put your arms around my neck.” He picks you up by your rear and carries you towards the bed. You don’t struggle, but have worries about what is about to happen when his behavior ramps up. “What did you even do today? Since you're in my business and all.” You say with attitude, staring at his chest. Tengen caressed your hair and brushes it out of your face. “Let's not get into it right now.” He sets you down on the bed.

You feel a bit disappointed before clarifying “What did you do with the other wives… today?” He smirks at you. “That's none of your business, dear.” He slowly climbs on top of you. You furrow your brows “Excuse me?” He gives you a peck on the lips. “You heard me, my love.” He moves his nose along your neck. “Tengen... why would I entertain this?” you barely whisper. He kisses your jaw before whispering “Oh, don't you worry, because I'm going to make it up to you.” He moves his hand up your thigh. You interrupt his vagueness, “They're going to hear...” He mumbles that he knows before you speak up and make him retract his face and hands from your body.

“It doesn't feel right tonight, especially after your little... show earlier.” He scoots himself back from you, crossing his arms. His smug smile fades. “What's the matter, my love? Do you not want me tonight? It’s been-” He stops to lean down, observing your face. “I just...” You kiss him twice rapidly “Not tonight. I'm not in the mood for you.” He raises an eyebrow before smiling. “Is it my turn to say ‘excuse me’?” He gets off of you and stands upright. He’s silent for a while, his face blank. “You don't want me?” Tengen says with a deeper voice. You sigh dramatically “Bigger picture, Tengen.” He laughs at your hands forming a picture frame. “What's that supposed to mean, y/n? You don't wanna get lucky so we can make the other wives jealous, or what?” He laughs once more, caressing your cheek.

You gasp dramatically trying to mask your confusion “Oh? So that's what you do to me, huh?” You raise your voice as you stand up from the bed, making Tengen take a couple steps back. “That's what I do to all of my wives, y/n.” He adjusts himself and makes his way towards the door before turning to face you. You cross your arms “Yeah, go away.” He points a finger at you. “Don't get all mad now, my love. I'm just going to do the deed myself.” He smiles before speaking again “So you’re going to keep me updated, right?”

Before you can start walking past him out of the room, Tengen crosses his arms and stands before you. You look at him confused. “Journal.” You furrow your brows “What-” He cuts you off “I want you to keep a journal of what you do over there, y/n.” The shock on your face is palpable, your eyes starting to ache. “You want me to write about what? Oh, my daily chores and recipes? I mean…” You don’t know what to think. Tengen’s face is unmoving, and this new control tactic seems ridiculous and a stretch. “My love, it’s just for a little while. Were you listening to me?” You’re about to rip his head off. “What is the purpose? Where is this coming from, Tengen?” He looks at you blankly. “If it’s a boring day, then add cute doodles for me.” He leaves you as you scoff, hoping he forgets about that request.

After changing into your nightgown, you go downstairs to say hello to the other wives. Finding them outside, you sit in between Makio and Hina in their little circle as everyone adjusts overall. “I’m sorry I couldn't greet you all earlier…” They giggle and don't seem to be phased by this. Hina comforts “No worries. We know how he can be sometimes.” The three of them chuckle again. “Hmm, I bet.” You say, a tad jealous since you haven’t witnessed him do that before. The rest of the night was quiet and uneventful, since everyone seemed lost in their own thoughts. Before bed, Tengen reminded us that he loved us all and that he was training early in the morning. Makio groaned while the rest of us cheered, causing him to scowl and mumble rant.

In the morning, you decided to get information out of them, since it really was rare for all the girls to get time away from Tengen when inside the estate. If Tengen wasn’t going to tell you what happened the day before, they certainly will. “What did you guys do yesterday with Tengen?” All three looked at their food or drink at the breakfast table. “Not a lot” says Suma, “He kept running off to do his own thing…” The three exchange glances. You widen your eyes “What is that about?” Makio speaks with her mouth full, “He's acting strange.” Hina nods “Maybe something happened. I noticed it too.” Suma shrugs. You feel uneasy. “Any theories?” you say to no one in particular. The three of them sit there, completely stumped.

Suma swallows her bite of food “Well, this might be a stretch but-” You all look at her intensely. Makio exclaims “But what?” She looks around, nervous to speak her mind. Suma barely makes out “I have a feeling.. that Tengen is cheating on us...” The tension between all four of you has drastically risen. The silence in this tense moment seems to last forever. You feel like rolling your eyes. Hina’s voice is feathery “That can't be it.” Makio scowls “That's crazy to think that!” You speak up “I just can't believe he'd do something like that.” Everyone is in a state of denial, not believing that Tengen could be doing such a thing. You continue, “Tengen has many flaws but... I don't think...”

Suma butts in “I mean, look at how he's been acting. He doesn't spend time with us anymore!” The three of them sigh in frustration, realizing that it might actually be a possibility. However, you seem confused, thinking that they all got along well. “What? Are you guys crazy, too? Tengen spends a lot of time with you guys!” You aggressively chew your food. Makio pouts “True, but it's just not the same as before... There used to always be something to laugh about…” You scoff. All three of your sister wives think about what Makio said. They slowly nod and begin to agree with her. You cover your mouth from laughing “How? Was it only recently he ignored you all? Welcome to the club.”

The three of them looked at you and seemed confused. “You're not joking?” Hina blurts out, seeming genuinely concerned for you. “When does he spend time with me?” The three of them seem speechless. Makio was the first one to speak up, “Well... doesn't he sleep with you? When you get home?” This entire estate is bonkers. Everyone was in shock. Not one person could stop you from enjoying your breakfast, as you were busy chewing your food. Makio gets an idea. “So, when was the last time he slept with you?” You widened your eyes before flipping the question “…when did he sleep with you?” Makio talks with her mouth full “About a week ago.”

Suddenly, everyone in the room realized the truth, and seemed very alert. All four of us look at each other. The tension seemed to grow now that the topic was very sensitive. Makio’s eyes flickered to you before she points at Suma. “…a month or so” Suma points at Hina. “Two days ago.” In a sense, all of the wives looked somewhat jealous when describing the last time Tengen had slept with them. You tried your best not to put on a jealous face, and decided against being honest about the last time, which was quite a few months ago. You spoke up “He tried to sleep with me last night... I rejected him.” Suma gasps. “What!? How could you do that to him?” Makio raised her hand, causing you to flinch “Are you crazy?”

“He was being weird… he didn’t deserve me.” They all fall silent. You’re starting to question your judgement… it seems like he’s trying to get on a sleep schedule with you all. They slowly look at each other, jumping to conclusions as to what was going on. Suma sighs with frustration. Makio yells “Tengen has a favorite?” Suma scoffs in disbelief. “No way. He loves us all equally.” You facepalm, putting your drink down. “Who do you think is the favorite?” You just can’t pinpoint their thought processes. “I think you're the favorite…” You point to Makio. She looks down. The other two wives think about it for a second as well. Makio starts, “It's either you or Suma.” Everyone is somewhat shocked by this new realization. You raise your voice “It can't be me, he's always upset with me.” Everyone slowly looked at you. “But you're his only wife that rejects him.” Hina whispered. Suma added “And you smell like Kyojuro every time without you getting yelled at.” You scowl at her. Why is this a hot topic right now? Does he yell at them?

They laugh a little, but it's actually the truth. You pout “Well I work for Kyojuro, of course I'll smell like him. And we can all reject him if we want to.” Everyone pauses for a moment. Their laughter echoes through the house. Hina looks at her hands. “I think Tengen would go crazy if all of us rejected him.” You all laugh in agreement. “We should have an experiment! When he tries a move on one of you, maybe someone can reject him and see his reaction. He wasn't too upset when I did it.” Everyone but Makio hums in agreement. “I'll try to reject him next time.” said Suma, who was cut off by Makio saying she’s in in the middle of the line. Hina whispered “I'll do it the time after that.” All three of your other wives giggle before you speak up “He's going to go even crazier than he already is…” They all cackle, Makio snorting. The thought just makes them more excited to see his reaction. Makio grinned “This'll be fun.”

You couldn’t help but feel weirded out by the fact that they haven’t rejected him, it seems. Tengen really was spoiled, and it shows that he did not make them feel uncomfortable enough to say no to his advances.What makes him try to sleep with them more than you? Do they not have any complaints at all? You were holding this conversation topic for later. The timeline is blurry, and you seemed unable to hide your worried face. The idea of being a favorite just couldn’t pass you by, in all honesty. It kind of excited you “Do you guys really think I’m… because I rejected him?” You hoped they wouldn’t make you clarify. Hina raises one eyebrow. “Of course we do. You're the only one that ever rejected him.” You think about the ‘favorite’ discussion. “How does that make me a favorite? We only ever kiss… at most.” The other three wives look at you for a second. Suma covers her forehead “Well, we don't do much either. He just sleeps with us.”

Makio and Hina nod in agreement. Your jaw drops at the casual statement. Suma continues, “He kisses all of us, but the way he acts towards you is completely different from how he acts towards us. And you're the only one who rejects him. You leave the estate regularly!” This isn't making sense. They all nod. They are dead set on this idea that Tengen likes you slightly more than them. All three wives look at you for a second, then they smile in your direction. “So, what are you gonna do now?” questions Hina. Makio smirks “Are you gonna reject him again?~” The three of them are eager to see another reaction out of him.

You sigh “He has the worst possible, terrible timing. I didn't want to reject him... it was so long since last time…” The three of them seem to be disappointed in your decision. They all want you to reject him the next time he tries something. Suma exclaims “Ah, come on! Reject him! It'll be even funnier if we all reject him!” The other two wives nod in agreement. You felt like admitting your opinion to them “He won't approach me again after last night, at least until he goes through the rest of you.” You talk over their giggling as you point at each of them as you count up “He'll go 1, 2, 3, 4.” landing on yourself. They all look around at each other. Makio puts her head on her knees “Oh, right. He does seem to go in that particular order, based on intimacy.” They all nod in agreement. Each one of them plans to reject him the next time he comes around. They're all on the same page- they will get their husband back to paying attention to all four of them, and to stop picking a favorite.

You can’t help but also admit what Tengen wants from you… since it’s bothering you that you had no say. “Guys... I have something to say now that we're being honest.” They all look at you with curious faces. They all tilt their heads to the side in anticipation of what you have to say. “Tengen doesn't seem to trust me in Kyojuro's estate, so he wants me to write everything that happens over there in a journal.” Everyone stays silent for a second, intrigued. They all look at each other, completely in shock. Makio speaks loudly “T-Tengen doesn't trust you?” You look particularly guilty. Everyone still looks at you with shocked facial expressions. They want to know the reason why Tengen doesn't trust you. Hina perks up “Wait, I'm confused. Why doesn't he trust you?” You furrow your brows “I don't know. He knows Kyojuro would never... he would never be in an affair with me.”

You’re overthinking… Did you phrase that correctly? Should you have told the girls at all? Do they know more than they’re telling you? Makio’s voice is quiet for the first time “… Did you do something to make him think you're having an affair with Kyojuro?” The three of your wives are intrigued and they want to know the truth. You blurt “No!” You furrow my brows further. “Kyojuro and I haven't done anything romantic...” Saying that sentence out loud makes you feel lightheaded. Everybody seems a little skeptical of what you said. Suma pats her own head “You sure Kyojuro never flirted with you or did anything inappropriate towards you?” Hina adds “Never? Not once?” They all look at you in disbelief. “No... what would you classify as flirting?” Everyone is silent for a moment. They all wonder what to say. Makio stares into your eyes “He didn't try making any passes at you? Any flirty remarks? Any touching?” It’s just been hugs… your brain is on overdrive. They're being a little pushy about it. Makio wouldn’t stop babbling “Like putting his arm around you or anything like that?” They all are still waiting for you to answer. They all seem so desperate for you to say something. You look down “It has never been anything romantic.”

“So, he's never said anything inappropriate to you?” Makio pinches your cheek and you slap her hand. She asks this in a suspicious tone. “Never. He's a gentleman.” They stay silent and seem skeptical that Kyojuro never made any inappropriate comments or actions towards you. Hina eggs her on “Are you absolutely certain there was never anything inappropriate?” These women are crazy. Not even in your daydreams does he do romantic things. You feel terribly guilty for your imaginations. She asks this with a somewhat teasing tone. You recoil “Don't say it like that!” You all giggle. “You sound a little defensive.” Suma whispers. They all look at you with amused or suspicious facial expressions. You raise your voice “Stop the interrogation!” You sigh “Kyojuro is not flirtatious at all!” They stay silent for a few seconds, as per usual. Then the three of them begin laughing hysterically. Hina wipes her eyes “It's just... a little unbelievable. If that's true, then... why doesn't Tengen trust you?”

You decide to change the subject, as you really want them to clarify their feelings on the journal. “You guys think the journal idea is… normal?” Two of them nod. Hina hands you a napkin “I think that there could’ve been a worse request-” Suma cuts her off “What color is the journal?” Makio scowls. “I think it’s insane… but I would do it if I were you… It would make me feel weird knowing he doesn’t trust me. I’d prove him wrong…” She was right. You wanted to confirm the current plans and stop the heat from reaching you.

“As long as you all ignore his advances for our ‘experiment’, I think I’ll let everyone read my journals! You can even decorate with me!” You were all laughing as Tengen comes inside the estate. You start to ask a question as the laughing dies down “Does he really yell at you gu-” His footsteps are heard. The room goes quiet, you keeping your mouth shut, and everyone covering their mouths. He looks at the four of you, looking quite confused as to what's going on. “What are you guys so excited about without me?” Everyone looks at Tengen with blank expressions.

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i want to write you a song | CL16

PAIRING: charles lecler x singer!reader

REQUESTED: [X] yes [] no

WORD COUNT: 3.7k

SYNOPSIS: you share your newest song with charles, a song you had written about him, for him. as he listens, you think back to the memories that inspired each lyric.

WARNINGS: fluff with very minimal hurt/comfort, some french translations

A/N: i feel like this is so shitty, so i apologize to the anons who requested this </3, also HEAVILY inspired by i want to write you a song by one direction so stream it as you listen (if you'd like)

as always, don't be a ghost reader!

“okay, are you ready?” your eyes were wide with excitement as you turned to look at charles, finger hovering over the play button on spotify.

charles adjusted the earbud in his ear, his other hand reaching over to squeeze your own that sat in your lap, “always. i can’t wait to hear it.”

you smiled, “i’m gonna press play, okay?”

charles gave you a wide smile and nodded excitedly, “let’s do this!”

your finger pressed against the play button and the familiar strumming of your guitar began coursing through your ears. charles’ hand tightened against yours again once your voice cut through the instruments.

i wanna write you a song; one as beautiful as you are sweet

you stared up at charles’ face as he slept peacefully, long eyelashes brushing against his cheeks. you couldn’t help but envy his ability to shut his brain off and sleep, for your own was running faster than charles’ bright red ferrari. the longer you stared at charles, the more your thoughts crowded your mind. 

you reached forward and lightly brushed his hair back away from his forehead. god, he was so beautiful–your beautiful muse, who had no idea how much he inspired you with every word and action. 

you pushed yourself up and out of bed, the inspiration running wild within your head. your fingers itched for your songwriting notebook, settling into your spot on the alcove. the ideas flowed from your mind to the blank paper, filling line after line about the way charles made you feel.

with just a hint of pain for the feeling that i get when you are gone

“i miss you,” you frowned at the phone in your hand.

“i miss you more, mon ange,” charles’ voice was soft, “but i’ll see you in two days, okay?”

“but that’s so far away,” you couldn’t help but whine. you knew you were being overdramatic, but you couldn’t help it. 

it was the last race weekend of the triple header, and the race was tomorrow afternoon. after his race, charles would be packing his bags and heading back to monaco to see you again. you had only been able to go with charles to the first weekend, having to stay home for the next two weeks due to your album deadline that was approaching fast.

you watched as charles’ lips curved upwards on your phone screen, “but i’ll be yours for the entirety of the summer break, amour.”

you let out a puff of air, “i hate this.”

“i know, i do too. if your deadline hadn’t been on monday, i would have flown you out instantly.” 

“not if i did it first,” you laid back on the bed, turning to your side and holding the phone up against the pillow, “if i had it my way, i’d have been with you for the entire three weeks.”

“if i had it my way, i’d have every race in monaco so i’d never have to leave home.” 

his words made you smile, “what about the curse?” 

charles chuckled, “mon amour, no curse in the world is strong enough to go against my luckiest charm. you’re undefeated.”

“hm, maybe you should say this after you finally win a home race,” you couldn’t help but laugh at the way his face dropped.

“that was rude, ange,” charles frowned, “i was trying to be romantic.”

“sorry,” you giggled, “you are very romantic, please continue.”

“no, i don’t think i will now,” charles crossed his arms across his chest. after a beat, he dropped them, “isn’t it late for you?”

you nodded, a yawn escaping your lips, “couldn’t sleep without you. ‘s been like this all two weeks.”

a sigh escaped his lips, “‘m sorry, ange. i promise to give you all the cuddles once i’m back.”

“you better.”

charles watched as your eyes slowly shut, bidding you a goodnight. both your hearts ached at the sound of the call ending, wishing you could have been with the other.

you opened your eyes, gazing at the phone in your hand longingly. you wanted to call him back. you wanted to tell him again how much you missed him, and how the house felt empty without his presence, and how your bed felt so much bigger and colder without him in it. but you refrained, closing your eyes and willing yourself to go to sleep. 

tomorrow, you would fall asleep again and wake up to charles coming home, but for tonight, you’d sleep alone for another night. 

i wanna lend you my coat; one that's as soft as your cheek

you couldn’t help but giggle as you watched charles try to hide his shiver. said brunette narrowed his eyes at you, a pout gracing his pink lips.

“stop laughing at me,” he tugged on the hand that he was holding onto, cold fingers intertwined with your warmer ones, “i’m not cold!”

you let go of his hand, moving both of your hands to cup his red cheeks, “mon ange, your hand has been trembling for the past five minutes. please, just admit you’re cold.”

charles grumbled but made no move to remove your hands from his numb face. you were so warm. 

“‘m not cold, promise,” he mumbled quietly, though his head snuggled into your palms further. in return, you caressed his soft cheeks with your thumb, trying to warm them up.

“so if i pull my hands away right now, you’d be fine with that?”

charles frowned, “no.”

you smirked, “so you are cold!” 

the silence made you laugh loudly. you moved your hands away from charles’ face and turned around. after a beat, you turned your head to look at charles, “well?”

at his confused gaze, you continued, pushing your hands into your coat’s pockets, “are you gonna join or no?”

charles smiled, moving closer to your body and placing his hands into your pockets alongside yours. you held back a flinch at his cold hands, intertwining your fingers and tugging him closer. his back pressed against yours and he sighed happily, nuzzling the rose-tinted tip of his nose against the back of your head. 

“merci,” charles pushed your intertwined hands forward, wrapping his arms around you as best as he could, “though, i have to assure you, i was not cold.”

“of course not.”

so when the world is cold, you will have a hiding place you can go

you had lost your coat.

you had looked everywhere for it. suitcases, bed, closet, laundry. everywhere. you’d even asked your manager if she had seen it anywhere, be it in any of your hotel rooms throughout the tour, or even in the tour bus that had just been returned to the agency. no such luck.

charles could sense your frustration over the video call, eyebrows furrowed as he watched you tear apart your shared bedroom, “amour, why are you destroying our room?”

you huffed, plopping down on the bed, “i can’t find my coat!”

charles’ body tensed, eyes flickering off-screen before instantly landing back on your sulking figure. he cleared his throat, “which coat?”

“the teddy coat! the big one that you always say swallows me whole whenever i wear it,” your pout was adorable, and had charles not have been panicking over the fact that the very coat you were looking for was with him, he would have cooed over how cute you looked.

“ah,” charles scratched the side of his neck, “why do you need it?”

“i don’t know,” you shrugged, “i just wanted to wear it out today. but now, i can’t! because i can’t find it. you know how much i love that coat–hell, even you love that coat, and now i’ve lost it!”

the awkward chuckle that left charles’ mouth made you raise your head. you narrowed your eyes at him, watching as his face became sheepish, “you didn’t.”

charles broke, “i’m sorry!”

“charles! i’ve been looking for it everywhere!”

“i’m sorry! je suis désolé!” he repeated, getting closer to the camera, “i only brought it with me because i knew you couldn’t come to the race this weekend and it’s so cold here.”

“but, char, that’s why you have your coats,” you whined, “not mine!”

“the reason i brought your coat instead of mine,” charles’s cheeks turned a slight pink as he realized he would have to explain himself completely, “was because it smells like you.”

you were so still, charles thought his laptop froze. when he realized you weren’t frozen, he continued, “your coat feels like home. it’s comforting.”

“char,” you started, “you should have told me.”

charles’ cheeks flushed a deeper red and he covered his face with his hands. “no,” his voice was muffled, “it’s so embarrassing.”

“no, it’s not!” you gasped, “mon amour, look at me.”

charles looked at you through his fingers, “i’m looking. mais, s'il vous plaît, ne me regardez pas. je suis embarrassé.” but, please, don’t look at me. i’m embarrassed.

“il n'y a aucune raison d'être embarrassé,” there's nothing to be embarrassed about. you smiled, “i find it very endearing. i just wish i could be there in person instead. ‘m sorry.”

charles’ face appeared from behind his hands, a soft smile planted on his lips, “‘s not something you need to apologize for, mon amour. i understand.”

in the background, you could hear someone calling for charles. your boyfriend gave you a cheeky smile, “wish me luck, ange!”

“well, you’ve got my lucky coat with you, no?”

right before he hung up, charles groaned, “mon dieu, i knew you would tease me!”

and while charles may have known that you’d tease him, he had no idea that carlos was in on it too, sending you pictures of the monégasque wrapped up in your big teddy coat, fast asleep with his arms wrapped around himself.

i wanna build you a boat; one as strong as you are free. so any time you think that your heart is gonna sink, you know it won't

another sunday, another race that went to shit. 

charles flopped onto the bed in his driver room, angry with the way his race had gone. the first race you had joined him for in weeks, and he just had to go and crash his car into the wall. god, you must think he was the worst driver on the grid.

charles pushed the heels of his palms against his eyes, willing himself to not shed tears. he knew you’d be knocking on his door soon enough, and he didn’t want to seem weak in front of you. he felt his heart sink at the thought of facing you. why couldn’t this race have just gone well?

like he predicted, a knock sounded from behind his closed door, your voice lightly calling out his name.

“come in,” charles cursed himself for his shaky voice.

stepping inside the room, you felt your heart crack at the sight of your boyfriend. you couldn’t see his face, but his ears were red and his chest was moving at a rapid pace. you closed the door behind you, making your way to the ferrari driver.

“oh, charles,” you cooed, kneeling against the bed, hand brushing his hair back softly.

charles pushed his palms in deeper, rubbing to get rid of the tears that had managed to spill out. his voice was just but a whisper as he spoke, “i’m okay.”

you frowned, “you’re not, and that’s okay, charles. you don’t always have to put on a brave face and pretend like you’re not hurting,” you reached to grab his hands, pulling them away from his eyes, “especially not in front of me.”

charles’ eyes were red and glossy with the tears threatening to spill out. you cupped his face with your hands, “it’s okay to cry, mon amour. you can let it out.”

it was like your words were the key to the gate charles had locked. he blinked once, twice, and the tears began to flow. charles pushed himself closer to you, and you let him cry until he couldn’t anymore.

his hushed sobs turned into sniffles, “i’m sorry.”

you shook your head, moving down so that you could catch his eyes with your own, “you have nothing to be sorry for, mon amour.”

“i do,” he was adamant, sitting up on the bed and wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, “i’m a driver for ferrari, i shouldn’t be making these stupid mistakes and causing more trouble for everyone else. i’m better than this. i need to be better than this.”

“you’re being too hard on yourself, charles,” you made sure he was looking at you, “you can have bad days and bad races. just because you drive for a top team doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to make mistakes.”

charles opened his mouth to argue but you continued, “you’re right, you drive for ferrari. hell, you have the longest contract with them. but why is that?”

charles stayed quiet, listening to you. his eyes were still red, yet the glossiness had gone away, now wide with interest.

“it’s because they know what kind of driver you are, charles,” you grabbed his hands, giving them a squeeze, “they chose you because they know that you’ve got so much talent that’s just waiting to be let out. a few bad races is nothing. if anything, it’s expected. don’t beat yourself over it. nobody is perfect, okay? no driver has a record with no bad races.”

he had never anticipated you to be this passionate when it came to his career. hell, he had been expecting you to be just as disappointed as the media, focused solely on his faults. 

his eyes were watery again, this time for a completely different reason. his lips twitched, a slight smile forming on his face.

“this race doesn’t define you, charles,” you gave him a small smile, “don’t let it overshadow your success and accomplishments. i’m so proud of how far you’ve gotten, mon amour, no race result would ever make me stop being proud of you.”

“mon dieu,” his voice was breathy, “je t’adore.”

you let out a choked laugh, not expecting such a response, “et je t’adore, aussi. now, were you listening or did i just ramble for no reason?”

“i was listening,” it was charles who squeezed your hands this time, intertwining your fingers together afterwards, “you’re just so amazing. tu es vraiment mon ange.” you really are my angel. 

it was funny how fast the situation had flipped. just moments ago, you had worked yourself up to the point where you nearly cried as you comforted charles, and now, you were trying to hide your blushing cheeks from him.

you whined out his name in embarrassment, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“i’m serious,” it was nice to see him smiling again, “you just have such a way with words, mon amour. i’m so glad i have you by my side, especially in moments like these.”

“was just being honest,” you shrugged, “nothing special.”

“‘nothing special’? mon amour, you just took away all my anger and disappointment with a few words, you’re the most special,” charles placed a kiss against your forehead, “thank you for being here, mon ange.”

you gave him a smile, “i’ll be here whenever you need me, charles. always and forever.”

and just like that, the sinking feeling in charles’ chest had disappeared, now replaced with the sheer happiness and joy that you brought along with you. he helped you up from where you had been sitting, before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you down to lie with him on his bed. the quiet sniffles had been replaced with loud laughs and giggles as the race disappeared from your minds.

everything i need i get from you, and giving back is all i wanna do

you had gotten into music at a young age, preparing performances for your parents as a birthday gift because all your other siblings had made them cards and you wanted to be different. music quickly became your way of giving back to others.

you wrote songs for your family and friends, to return all the support they showed you. songs for your fans, to show how much you appreciate them. and songs for charles, to give back all the love he had given you over the years.

which lead you to this moment in time; sharing your newest song with your beloved, one written about him, for him, for the first time ever. it was his birthday gift.

“so, do you like it?” the nerves showed clearly in your expression. 

“like it?” charles cupped your cheeks, squishing them slightly, “amour, i love it!”

your eyes widened slightly, “really?”

charles hummed, “of course, i do. i love every song you write, and this one’s about me so i love it even more.”

charles could feel your smile growing against his palm, “i’ve written songs about you before, char.”

he dropped his hands from your cheeks, face showing utter shock, “what? you have?”

you nodded your head, a bubble of laughter erupting from your mouth, “of course, i have! i write love songs, and i’ve been in love with you for years. who did you think i was writing about?”

“are they released yet?” his eyes were wide in wonder, “have i heard them before?”

to tease him, you began pondering, index finger tapping against your chin, “hm, have you?”

charles gripped your arm, shaking it, “ah! you can’t do this, tell me, y/n/n! please!”

you laughed loudly, head tilting back in delight, “you have! you have! now stop shaking me, please, my arm is gonna fall off.”

“which song?” the shaking stopped but his hand remained on your arm.

you gave him a cheeky smile, “well, i can’t make it that easy for you. figure it out on your own.”

he whined out your name, “but it’s my birthday! you have to be nice to me on my birthday!”

“i am being nice!” you gaped at him, “i wrote you a song! and let you listen to it before i released it!”

“but it doesn’t count when i don’t know what other songs you’ve written about me,” his frown was adorable, and you couldn’t help but reach forward and push the corners of his lips up.

“fine,” you leaned forward and placed a quick peck on his pout, “i’ll tell you, but only because it’s your birthday.”

charles smiled brightly, holding up his pinky, “and because it’s my birthday, you have to pinky promise that you’ll always tell me when a song is about me.”

“now, you’re pushing it, birthday boy.”

i wanna write you a song; one to make your heart remember me. so any time i'm gone, you can listen to my voice and sing along

ted gestured for the cameraman to record the ferrari garage. decked out in his red gear, charles sat with his earbuds in, and eyes closed while his lips mouthed along to whichever song he’s listening to.

“and here we have mister charles leclerc, in his natural habitat listening to some tunes,” ted spoke into his mic, making his way over to front of the garage. 

charles opened his eyes, catching sight of ted and smiling. he pulled out an earbud and gave the camera a smile, “hello, ted. how are you doing today?”

“ah, i’m doing great. how are you?” the reporter smiled back at the driver.

“good, good. i was just trying to get into the zone, you know?” charles gestured towards the track behind them, “big race today.”

ted nodded, “of course. now, i’m sure the people will want to know, so i’m just going to ask you this now,” charles nodded, and ted continued, “what songs do you listen to to ‘get into the mood’, as you put it?”

the dimples on charles’ cheeks became apparent as he smiled widely, he pushed his phone forward and turned it around so both the camera and ted could see what he was playing. 

ted let out a laugh when he registered your familiar name and song title, “ah, of course, should have seen it coming.”

charles laughed along with ted, “yes, yes. y/n just released a new album and it is very, very good.”

“and as you said, y/n’s music gets you in the zone?” ted raised his eyebrows, an intrigued look on his face, “do explain for us, charles.”

charles’ face got visibly pinker, “well, ehm, as you know, y/n is my lovely, lovely partner, and so, whenever i’m away from them, i listen to their songs because they–” he scratched his neck sheepishly, “–help ground me and keep me in a calm headspace.”

“aw, well isn’t that just adorable?” ted smiled at the camera, already envisioning how the fans at home would be reacting to charles’ answer.

charles chuckled shyly, “ah, yes, i guess so. i am very lucky, i get to hear my partner’s voice whenever, wherever. even when they’re not around.”

ted nodded, “well, i’ll let you get back to it, then. good luck, charles! i’ll see you after the race, hopefully.”

charles bid ted goodbye, turning back into the garage. he pushed the earbuds back into his head, your soft voice entering his ears once again. god, you were going to tease the hell out of him for that interview.

— present

the guitar strums faded, and you waited for charles to open his eyes with a bated breath. his eyes opened, searching before the landed on your figure. a warm smile graced his lips and he let out a breathy laugh.

“that was amazing,” his eyes were shining brightly, “c'était si beau.” that was so beautiful.

“you think so?” you let go of the breath you had been holding, “tu es honnête?” you’re being honest?

charles nodded his head rapidly, “why would i lie? mon amour, that was so, so good. are you sure you wrote it for me?”

you let out a chuckle, “no actually, it’s for carlos. do you think he’ll like it?”

charles’ jaw dropped, and you laughed loudly, “i’m kidding, of course it’s for you.” 

you pushed yourself closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder, “everything i write is for you.”

charles wrapped his arm around your body, pulling you closer, ”thank you for all the beautiful words.”

you smiled against his chest, “anytime.” 

he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss against your temple, “je t’aime, amour.”

“je t’aime plus.” i love you more.

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[moonlightdreamzz]

DUALITY W/ HONGJOONG (S)

REQUEST ✰ “Can you pls write one where he is super kind/nice and quiet in person but behind closed doors they're nasty asf & dominant😭 preferably w yunho, yuta, hongjoong, or mark)🥲or anybody you'd like! :D”

“You want more?”

The two of you are currently at the final destination of your double date—a buffet, and you’re absolutely stuffed. Hongjoong's eyes are warm and submissive as they search yours for a sincere answer, and yet, before you can utter a word he kisses your forehead tenderly before grabbing your cup and taking it to the nearby machine to refill it. You giggle as he walks away, embarrassed by how well he knows you. His prince charming act is also quite comedic, considering his handprint is still on your ass cheek from your festivities last night. It stings, real bad by the way. It doesn’t take long for him to return back to the table, your infamous drink combination filled to the brim of your cup.

“How does it feel to have the sweetest boyfriend in the world?” Your friend, Jaz, questions, which causes her date for the night, San, to bump her shoulder lightly in fake offense.

“Yeah, Y/N. How does it feel to have the sweetest boyfriend in the world?” Hongjoong repeats, his head titling in a manner that seems so innocent. His smirk even seems boyish as he places his straw in his mouth to hydrate, but under the table, his hand is rubbing the inside of your though seductively, encouraging you to answer wisely if you didn’t want to spend the rest of the night begging him to please you.

“Oh,” Your adorn, looking off into the distance dramatically, “He’s the best. I never have to ask for a thing. It’s like he can read my mind.”

His hand softly pats your leg, signifying that you did an outstanding job. He'd certainly whisper "good girl" in your ear if they weren't here, but that's okay. You're patient, and you know you'll be hearing that all night once the two of you go home—if he chooses to reward you tonight, of course.

The four of you continue wrapping up your dinner with you sharing some of your unhealthily sweet stories about your boyfriend. He of course is loving every second of it, but stays humble through your bragging.

“I just love her so much, you know? I just wanna do any and everything for her.” Is all he can respond verbally. His eyes say a multitude of things, though—some sentences you understand without question, and some you know will get answered soon.

The second the door locks behind Hongjoong in your apartment does he instruct you to go wash up, promising you that he’ll be there soon. You learned a long time ago that you can never trust what he says when he’s hungry for you, which is why you’re not surprised when he never shows up. After ensuring everything he may explore, or not, is clean, you put your silk robe on and head into your bedroom. There’s a multitude of objects spread out on your bed, and your knees become weak as you notice it’s all toys and objects that make your body scream in the best way. A shirtless Hongjoong is also on the bed, and you know he’s testing you.

“I want you.” You quickly spit out before he even gives you an option.

He stands, removing his clothes one by one while chuckling proudly. “I know.” He presses a painfully gentle kiss to the side of your head, staying there for a moment. “But you can’t have everything you want, remember?” He teases, “So I’m going to take a shower, and you’re going to pick a toy. When I come back out, are you gonna be ready?”

“Yes.” You breathe out.

He begins to walk away, and you know you should let him. You won tonight, but would you be you if you behaved?

“But doesn’t the best, sweetest boyfriend in the world, give his girl whatever she wants? Hm?”

The silence in the room is so thick, you don’t know how you’re still standing. The smirk on your face cannot be wiped away as you wait in anticipation for what he’s going to do next.

“You love talking shit, huh? Come back in the shower.” He demands, and you follow suit without hesitation, this time.

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[kaminocasey]

Hey Lover

Summary: Scorch tells you he wants to have a baby with you. You decide to practice.

Pairing: Scorch x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Smut, Breeding Kink, Dry Humping, Unprotected p in v (wrap it friends), Pregnancy mentions.

WC: 1.4K

A/N: I. Love. This. Man. Okay? I just feel like he'd be such a good dad lol. And he'd be so excited about it. Also, this is a gift for @rebelsriley and her love of Scorch! <3 Anyway, Republic Commandos has consumed my every thought for days. Excited for you guys to see what else I'm working on!

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“What are you doing up?” Scorch’s voice is behind you as you sit on the inside of the ship, at the top of the hatch, watching the raging storm on the planet that you’re landed on. 

You shrug. “Couldn’t sleep.” 

“Want some company?” He offers.

“Love some.” You grin, sleepily. He puts another blanket around you and kisses you on the head before sitting next to you. 

“Thank you.” You smile softly. “Always taking care of me.”

“Always will.” He promises you. 

The two of you sit there for a while, the only sounds are that of the thunder rolling and the rain hitting the surfaces around you. You curl up next to your partner, sharing the blankets with him as he wraps an arm around you.

“I’ve been thinking.” He murmurs after a while. 

“Uh oh.” You tease, making him laugh as he squeezes your thigh.

“Funny girl.” He kisses your temple. 

“What have you been thinking about, love?” You smile up at him.

“Us. Our future…” He murmurs quietly, as if he doesn’t want his brothers to hear. 

His admission causes a tightening in your chest and you can’t wait to hear what else he has to say. 

“Oh really?” You encourage him.

He lets the blankets drop and then guides you into his lap so that you’re straddling him. You wrap your arms around his neck as his snake around your lower back. 

“I was thinking about if we…” He looks at your lips. “Had a baby…” 

“Oh?” You can’t help but grin. “You want to have a baby with me?”

“Maker, yes.” He whispers, kissing you. 

“What brought this on?” You ask.

“I saw you with those little ones in the village and… My heart just swelled with so much love.” He tells you, tilting his head as he looks up into your eyes. “And the thought of you carrying my child… being pregnant… Did something to me, unexpectedly.”

You’ve never had this discussion before, but the thought of having a child, an entire future, with Scorch makes you happier than words could even start to convey. You’ve been together long enough, you suppose now would be as good a time as any to have this conversation.

You lean down toward his ear. “You wanna practice making a baby?” 

He groans softly and runs his hand up to your breast, palming you tightly making you moan. He smirks against your lips and you grind against his hardening length. 

“Mm.” He buries his face in your chest. 

You continue rolling your hips against his and his grasp on you tightens as you both moan breathlessly and quietly against each other.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He looks up at you.

“You are.” You smirk, biting your lip as your head falls back, focusing on the feel of his cock against your barely clothed warmth. 

“Yeah, well… you’re so smart, and so kind, and so sweet. You’re gonna be such a good mother.” He promises you, making your heart flutter.

“And you’ll be an amazing father.” You whisper. 

Your shorts ride up as his hands travel to your ass, encouraging you to keep going as he guides you back and forth over his cock. 

Stars, he’s so hard. 

“You think you could cum like this?” He gives you a toothy grin, looking up at you like you’re some sort of deity. 

You nod, gripping his shoulders for leverage. 

“Fuck… Use me to get yourself off, baby girl.” He kisses your exposed throat before pulling your shirt off and tossing it behind him with the blankets. 

The cool rainy air hits your chest, causing your nipples to go hard and he notices right away, appreciatively taking a nipple in between his teeth before swirling his tongue over it. Your moan carries into the ship, and there’s no way his brothers don’t hear you if they’re awake. You can’t bring it in you to care right this second. 

They know what you and Scorch get up to when they go to bed. In fact, Boss has walked in on you two more times than you count, but he usually just goes about his business, acting like he doesn’t hear or see a thing.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Just like that.” He gropes your breast tightly. “Feel good?”

“Mmhmm…” You whimper. 

Your shorts and panties are absolutely soaked right now and you’re pretty sure that Scorch’s sleep pants are too, but he doesn’t seem to care. 

“Fuck, I can’t stop thinking about filling this tight cunt with my seed…” He starts babbling, his voice low with absolute need. “Seeing your stomach swollen with our little one. You’re gonna be so fucking beautiful pregnant.” 

His lust mixed with his love for you starts to push you over your edge and you cum, grinding your swollen clit against your underwear and his hard cock. Before you can even come down from your euphoria, he gently flips you over on your back into the blankets on the durasteel floor, yanking your shorts and panties down in one swoop and pushes into you, roughly. 

Scorch grips your hip as you wrap your legs around his waist and starts thrusting desperately into you, whispering a string of curses that he can’t hold back.

“I swear I can smell how turned on you are… The most perfect cunt, I swear to the Maker.” He bites your neck slightly and you moan, which makes him start to suck your flesh into his mouth, needing to mark you again. 

The sounds of skin slapping against skin gets lost in the thunder and the only light that fills the ship is the lightning, making it glow against Scorch and every time, thoughts of how fucking beautiful he is fills your mind. 

When he pulls your lower half up slightly, at a new angle, you realize he’s hitting deeper, the head of his cock rubbing against that spongy part inside of you and you both know you’re about to cum again. 

“At the same time, yeah?” He smirks down at you and all you can do is nod. 

Scorch starts fucking you harder and within seconds, you can’t help but grip the blankets and moan loudly into the ship, causing him to get thrown over his own edge as you cum around his cock. He falls over you, caging your body with his own as he peppers your upper chest with kisses. 

“That was… something else.” He chuckles, his chest still heaving slightly as you pant against him. 

You nod in agreement, completely blissed out. 

“Maker, I could just stay buried inside of you forever.” He whispers, smiling as he kisses you. 

“Maybe shouldn’t right here out in the open.” You laugh.

“You didn’t seem to mind a few minutes ago.” He teases. “Plus, they probably wouldn’t actually care.” 

“WRONG!” Sev’s voice rings out from where the bunks are. 

You and Scorch start laughing again as he helps you up and wraps the blanket around your naked form, leading you to the shower so you can both get cleaned up. Sev glares at you both and Scorch flips him off with a smirk. 

“If she gets pregnant, I’m not helping take care of the thing.” Sev tells Fixer as you turn on the shower.

So, they did hear Scorch earlier.

“Yes you will, Uncle Sev.” Scorch peeps his head out of the fresher door and Fixer and Boss both chuckle. 

You yank him back into the fresher, shutting the door as you guide him into the shower with you. As you help clean each other, he whispers sweet things about how you’ll be such a great mother and that he can’t wait to teach the little one all sorts of things. 

“No explosives until an appropriate age.” You warn him as you wash his hair. 

He looks down at you, completely scandalized. “Aw, really?” 

“Big booms aren’t good for baby ears. Sorry, love.” You smile sympathetically up at him. 

“Okay…” He sighs, playfully disappointed. “But when they’re older, right?” 

You can’t help but laugh. Which is what you’re always doing with this man. He never stops making you laugh. And you love him for that. 

“Of course.” You kiss him, excited that he’s excited. “If they want.”

The endless possibilities of the future keeps you talking well into the morning until Boss tells you both to finally shut up and get some rest. When you finally do drift off into sleep, you dream of Scorch and you playing with a little dark hair, brown eyed child.

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[it-snotam]

waiting on him - wonwoo (svt)

Waking up beside Wonwoo was one of the best feelings in the world, his warm body next to mine and his arm around my waist, keeping me close to him, as if it were possible for me to try and scape his side. I liked the feeling of thinking I was his, even if it was only for the night. It didn’t last though, it never did. He woke up quickly, and soon he started to curse as he stood up from the bed.  

I opened my eyes a bit, I missed the feeling of having him next to me, he continued to move around the room as he got dressed to head out. “Morning” I whispered, but he didn’t bother in answering, he never did, and I was used to it.

“Get up, you need to leave before they find you in here” He said before walking out the room putting his glasses on.

I stood up from the warm bed, and I pick up my clothes getting dressed before walking outside as he was now on his phone probably checking his schedule, a neatly packed bag was beside him, he mentioned something about leaving for Japan in the morning, but he never put many details in.

“See you around” I say softly grabbing my keys and my purse.

He muttered something and I gave him a small smile as I walked out his apartment, going to the elevator and heading to my floor.

----

I can still remember the first night I saw Wonwoo, I was freshly new in the country, and I was exploring the neighborhood, I found out a nice convenience store and picked out a couple things, so I was carrying many bags and decided to use the elevator.

The first thing that caught my attention about him was his height, he was so much taller than myself, but he seemed to be a nice person, his facial expressions were relaxed, and he seemed confident but not overconfident. I still was too shy to talk to him, so I just stared at him until we both got into the elevator.

“What floor are you going?” He asked and I jumped a little not expecting him to notice me.

“4th” I replied, and he nodded while pressing the button to my floor.

----

Weeks passed by, I would usually see him around, and he would greet me with a smile and I would do the same. I couldn’t help it but feel nervous every time we would share the elevator.

“Are you new here?” He asked and who would have thought that this question would have started to change everything between us.

“Yeah, I moved here 2 months ago” I said, and he nodded, with a soft smile on his lips.

“See you around then” He said and walked out the elevator.

---

We continued to meet up in the elevator, we usually came back from work at the same time, and we liked to exchange nonsense talk and that’s how I found out that his name was Wonwoo, and that he lived on his own, he was nice, and I was very attracted to him, and I hoped he was to me.

I was constantly thinking about him, I was even dreaming of him. He was on a business trip or something like that, I hadn’t seen him in days, and I was surprised when I found him in the elevator, he smiled at me, and I wanted to jump into his arms.

“You’re back!” I said with a smile on my face.

He smiled with my reaction and nodded “How have you been?” I smiled and we both get into the elevator, it was our routine, talk while we were in the elevator and like if we were close friends, I told him about my work how the kids were doing in class, and he told me what a good time he had with his friends while on the business trip.

“Wanna come up for a coffee?” he asked me, and I was more than surprised, we have never crossed the line of going to the other’s apartment.

I didn’t have to think about it twice “yes!” I said and he smiled walking out the elevator and asking me to follow him. I didn’t feel weird once I was inside his apartment, it felt nice and cozy, just like Wonwoo made me feel.

I can’t recall how things ended the way they did last night, we drank the coffee he promised, and eat some biscuits he had. But then I don’t exactly know how his lips ended up on mine, how his hands moved from my cheek and onto my waist.

I don’t remember how everything changed so quickly, one moment we were kissing and the next I was following him into his room, the clothes that were on our bodies were soon discarded on the floor and I almost jumped when I felt his warm skin against mine, the kiss turned hungrier and deeper. His warm touch turning me on even more if possible. “Can I?” He asked before undoing my bra, the last piece of clothing on my body, and I would never say no.

I felt the mattress against my back and his body hovering mine, my hands tracing his muscles as he leaned to kiss me again while he aligned himself in my entrance, I would kill someone to feel him for the first time again, feel his length filling me up just nice. The way in which he started to move and I moved with him, both of us looking for our climax, and soon we were there, I felt him explode inside me just after I did it myself. In that moment, in that very same moment I knew I was totally falling for him, and that I would do anything to be by his side.

But dreams aren’t long in this world, and he woke me up right away from my daydream. He stood up still breathing heavily, and started to get dressed while I looked at him and soon I started to mimic his actions, he looked over at me and gave me a soft smile, “See you in the elevator” I said and he nodded, while I walked out his room, and his apartment going over to mine.

I didn’t know what I was getting myself into.

---

It’s been almost a year since that first night that changed it all, at the beginning we would still meet up in the elevator until he invited me over to his apartment, once we exchanged number, he would call up or text me and I would go over, we would spend some time together, but we would always end up in his bed.

I was constantly waiting on him, waiting for him to like me, to love me the same way I loved him.

---

hope you like it xo :)

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[daydreamingatnight209]

“His Night”

MGK x Female Reader

Warnings - Angst, mentions of mental illness and anxiety but fluffy ending. 💕

Prompts used - Credit goes to original creators :

1) “Wait don’t pull away … not yet”

2) it’s nearly 2am, what are you doing up”

3) “I didn’t ruin tonight did I?”

———————————————————————

You can’t help but smile fondly at your boyfriend as he enters his element in the home based studio. You admire his talent, creativity and dedication. Even with a jam packed day full of single promo and an award ceremony this evening he still finds time to complete another part of his upcoming album.

You leave him to his business, walking back into the main house you, him and his team all share. Sometimes it felt like a college frat house but deep down you knew you wouldn’t want it any other way.

An hour or so later and a few episodes down from your newest Netflix obsession, Kells comes up from behind the sofa and wraps his arm around your small frame. Leaning around to kiss your forehead he asks you the question that’s been rattling around your head the past few days.

“Hey baby, did you give any thought to tonight, you wanna come with me?”

His voice was soft with a hint of nervous energy as if the question was going to make you bolt and if you was being honest you couldn’t trust yourself not to run.

You loved Colson with all your being, he was so kind and loving and everything you wanted in a man and a relationship but this didn’t mean you didn’t find his lifestyle hard.

His talent deserved to be known by the world and he had such an amazing community of fans that were like his family.

What you found difficult was the constant spotlight and invasion of your privacy. You weren’t oblivious, you knew that dating a celebrity would come with feelings like this, but to you he wasn’t this big famous star he was just Colson. Your Colson.

To try and regain some control of your life you tend to avoid the spotlight as much as possible. Meaning no public interviews, trying to ignore paparazzi and staying away as often as possible from red carpets. The odd time you were seen out at these events were at your boyfriends request. He thrived from showing you off to the world and the love that flows between the both of you. You could never really say no to the rapper which is what lead to your answer.

Taking a deep breath, you look up to him with an anxious smile.

“Sure baby, I know it’s important to you”

Your heart became a puddle as his eyes lit up with excitement.

He leaps from his spot behind you and launches into a bear hug. You squeal from underneath him as his tall body squashes yours. He peppers your face with kisses before sitting up and looking at you with sincerity.

“I promise, hand on heart, I will not leave your side all night”

This eases your anxiety a little, knowing that Colson is always true to his word.

Come 5pm everyone is suited and booted and waiting by the door.

You take one last look in the mirror, smoothing down your hair as you try and control your breathing before stepping out of the bedroom and making your way down the staircase.

You find Colson waiting at the bottom, his mouth wide open in shock.

When you reach the bottom you gently tap his chin upwards to close it.

“Close your mouth darlin’ you’ll catch flies” you attempt at a joke to lighten your sensing dread.

The man you love just stares you up and down continuously as if he can’t escape his shock.

“You look … absolutely exquisite, oh my god. I can’t believe you are mine” he breaths.

You blush deeply. No matter how many times you receive compliments you still go extremely shy, never knowing what to say.

“Come on lovebirds! We need to get going” both Slim and Rook shout from the hallway, causing you both to snap out of the moment.

Colson takes your hand and leads you forward towards the door and the car waiting outside to transport everyone to the award show.

Upon arrival your heart begun racing and you almost refuse to get out the car all together.

Sensing your hesitation, Colson rests his hand on your leg, knowing you’d grab it for comfort.

With his free hand he holds your face, forcing you to look at him directly.

“I promise I’ve got you. Just stay close and you will be just fine. I won’t let anything happen to you”

You nod and force yourself from the vehicle and onto the event sight.

Without the shelter of the car you are suddenly blinded by the multiple lights and cameras. Paparazzi pounce on you immediately even though Colson and the group do their best to protect you from the harsh lights and comments.

“Kells are you excited to be here tonight?”

“Do you expect to win anything tonight, we hear you are nominated!”

“Give us a smile Y/N”

“How about a kiss for the cameras huh?”

“Y/N it’s been awhile since we’ve seen you, is everything okay with the relationship?”

Sensing the change in my body language as I start to become overstimulated with all the commotion, your rockstar man envelopes you into a full body hug. I breath in his scent to calm myself for what felt like the 100th time that night.

His actions lead to another onslaught of comments from the camera men but this time you manage to ignore them. Focusing on how safe being in your lovers arms always makes you feel.

He goes to pull away but you don’t feel ready. You look into his ocean eyes, a slight plea in your own.

“Wait don’t pull away … not yet” you whisper so gently that you were unsure if he even heard you. He gave you confirmation by giving your hand a squeeze and allowing the hug to continue for another moment longer.

Knowing that you had to move on you force your feet to move forward. Noticing that you are taking control of your fears, Colson lets you lead but keep ahold of your hand, letting you know silently that he’s there if you need him.

You quickly move down the red carpet and are grateful that Ashleigh guides you to your seat while kells handles the press.

The night goes smoothly and soon it’s the final award of the night - Music Award for Top Rock Album.

“And the winner is …. MACHINE GUN KELLY.”

Forgetting where you were momentarily you couldn’t help yourself as you smush your face into your boyfriends and give him a kiss in front of every single person in the event. Colson keeps the kiss going as he lifts you from the ground with ease and spins you in his arms. He has a huge grin that covers his face and even though you know he hates his smile he doesn’t attempt to cover it.

You watch, filled with pride as he makes his way to the stage to accept his award.

“I would like to thank every single member of my EST family who voted for me on this award, I wouldn’t be if it wasn’t for you guys, your support is well and truly appreciated. I would also like to thank my absolutely amazing team who are constantly working around the clock with me and dealing with me 24/7, you guys are my life and my family I love you, and lastly but certainly not least I would like to thank my absolutely wonderful girlfriend who is here with me tonight. Tonight is just as a big night for her as it is me and I am so so so proud and thankful for her. She and my daughter are my rock. I couldn’t do this without them…”

He pauses for a minute to find your eyes in the crowd before finishing. “I love you Y/N. Have a good night everyone!”

You blow him a kiss, doing your best to ignore all the faces looking towards and the fact that your own face is now plastered out on the display screens at the front.

You shyly shrink back into your seat, your face down as you wait for Kells to come back.

As the night winds down you start to feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

Rook, slim and Baze plan to go to an after party they had found not too far from the venue but when they ask Colson if he wanted to join he simply shook his head.

You can’t help but look at him confused.

“Are you sure babe, you can if you like I won’t mind?”

You never stopped him from celebrating, no matter how you felt, especially on a night like this, but he just looked down at you with such love in his eyes and said “nah not tonight guys. I just wanna be with my girl.”

You were happy to be home just as the clock stuck 11pm. Clambering out your dress that had felt tight and uncomfortable against you all night, despite how pretty it was, you sighed content as you changed into one of Kell’s t-shirts.

You were so tired that you could legitimately feel it seeping into your bones, get your mind refused to let you sleep.

“Was you okay tonight?”

“Did you embarrass yourself ?”

“Worse did you embarrass Kell’s?”

“Was it worth you going?”

All these thoughts running around over and over in your head to the point where sleep was physically impossible.

You sighed as you felt your eyes water. You took a deep breath and looked over at your sleeping boyfriend who had passed out half way though the SpongeBob marathon you both decided upon.

No. You wouldn’t cry. Not tonight, not on his night.

Instead you careful lifted yourself from under the duvet and silently slipped down into the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water.

You weren’t sure how long you’d sat there at the kitchen counter with this glass of water until Colson came down to find you after he realised you where missing from the bed.

Still half asleep he rubs at his eyes as he seats himself next to you.

“Hey sweetheart, it’s nearly 2am, what are you doing up”

He looks at you with such concern that you almost lied to him - not wanting him to worry about you after having such a special night , hut you knew that it wouldn’t get you anywhere. Honesty was always the best policy.

“I didn’t … I didn’t ruin tonight did I? Ya know with my stupid emotions and constant anxiety?”

You couldn’t look at him, scared of his reaction as you waited for a reply.

You let out a small gasp as instead of responding, he lifts you up onto his lap so that you are straddling him.

He holds you close to him as you begin to trace his tattoos along his chest.

“Baby listen to me okay, hear my voice, hear these words. You didn’t ruin a single thing, in fact you made the night so so so much better just by being there. Your emotions aren’t silly. I know that sometimes my lifestyle can be super difficult for you and I’m so so proud that you faced your fear tonight. I love you and whatever you need from me to help you through this you got.”

You felt your mouth tremble and your eyes sting as tears steadily steamed from your face and you curse at yourself in your head as you broke your promise of not crying tonight, but you couldn’t help yourself, Colson’s sweet words and comforting demeanour were just too much.

“Sometimes I just feel like I’m drowning. I wish I didn’t struggle with the limelight so much, I wish I didn’t care what other people thought of us, of me. Then I wouldn’t get so scared” you whisper, finally admitting how you felt.

You knew Colson understood this but hearing you say it aloud was different.

He cradles your body and hums in response to show that he’s listening.

“Why don’t me, you and even Casie if she wants, take a week away. Somewhere nice, warm and Most importantly somewhere quiet. We can get away from everything just for a little while? Hmm? We can reconnect with the world and nature and not have to worry about anything. How’s that sound?”

To you, that sounded like heaven. You’d been so wrapped up in your head that it’s exhausting. Colson doesn’t get to take breaks often but when he does this is what the both of you would do. Somewhere quiet and peaceful. It’s just what you needed.

You kiss him in response and as he runs patterns down your back in a calming motion. You both stay like for awhile, simply enjoying being in each others company, before you notice that your eyes start to droop. Colson notices this also and picks you up from his lap. You cling to him as he carries you upstairs.

“Come on Angel, let’s go to bed. A new adventure awaits us”

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