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jina-juhi · 2 months

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Feels like

you can love again.

Pairing : Johnny × fem!reader

Rating : 18+

warning: smut with plot, protected sex, i tried fluff? fluffy sex? and heart break. and basically all things sex. oh alcoholism. cute sex? plus doggy style plus face sitting:) oral m/f

word count : 4.5k

summary : I could fuck you, right here, right now, but only if you'd ask.

[if you wanna skip to the smut part just go straight down]

Playlist

all too well, Taylor Swift

you heard me, Heather Sommer

1 step forward, 3 steps back, Olivia rodrigo

graveyard, halsey

right where you left me, taylor swift

wouldn't come back, Trousdale

ghost of you, Selena Gomez

company, Justin Bieber

yours, Raiden

crushing, illenium

begin again, Taylor Swift

feels like, Gracie Abraham

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When all is said and done, and the person you loved is no longer there, what's left to do? How do you cope when you've given your all, only to find yourself empty, a mere shell of your former self? It's like being left with nothing but bones and muscles, a broken machine barely keeping you going.

So, how do you restart? How do you function when they've taken everything and left you with nothing? How do you shift your mindset to believe that this is all for the better? And most daunting of all, how do you open your heart to love again?

It feels like trying to breathe without air, as if the very essence of life has deserted you, leaving behind a jagged landscape of shattered pieces. It's dangerous to get too close to those sharp edges, so you stand alone and don't let anyone close. Trying to find yourself again.

Stand alone and contemplate what you've gotten yourself into and what you've done to yourself. How could you have ignored the warning signs? They were crystal clear. How could you have not predicted it? Too innocent.

Too gullible to let him in.

Thinking about it now feels pointless. "He was a nice guy, but he was too caught up in himself. He never really saw me. He claimed he did, but I never felt truly understood," you confide while he brews your coffee.

"I never felt loved by him," you add, as he sets the mugs on the counter—one for each of you. It's a chilly evening, and the cafe where he works is quieter than usual. You're a regular here; it feels like a safe haven, a place where you can find comfort in familiarity. You accept your coffee in silence, opting not to say more.

"Take a deep breath," he urges, his voice gentle as he nods, trying to seem strong and supportive. "How?" you reply absentmindedly, staring out the window where the fog thickens by the second. The ache in your heart grows, and despair overwhelms you as you fall back into the familiar trap of negative thoughts.

"He wasn't giving you what you needed. You shouldn't have to beg for love. Believe me when I say it's for the best that he's gone." He says.

"I loved him."

"You did, Maybe you still do, but people change," he interjects gently, his gaze fixed on the coffee between you, his words carefully chosen. "In different ways. You may have promised forever, but forever is a long time. Sometimes you grow together, and sometimes... you grow apart. It's nobody's fault in the end. You just drift away, lose that connection, maybe take each other for granted, and before you know it, the fights start."

His voice falters slightly, betraying the depth of his emotions. "I know it might not make sense right now, but what I'm trying to say is... you deserved more than what he could give you. Trust me, you're better off without him."

You inhale deeply, shaking your head in resignation. Raindrops cascade down the window, distorting the glow of the city lights outside. His words echo in your mind, and as you take another sip of coffee, its comforting aroma envelops you. Yes, he's right. You're undeniably better off without him, yet the ache lingers.

Why does it still hurt, months after the breakup? Why does the pain persist, stubbornly refusing to fade away? Days blur into months, but the heartache remains a constant companion. People change, move on. But the pain always stays. It gets a little better each day. You learn to accept. You learn to love yourself. Yet, just when you think you've moved on, something triggers that familiar ache, dragging you back to square one.

But life doesn't pause for heartache. Despite the pain, the world keeps spinning, and you move forward, one step forward and three steps back, hating, crying, wanting, but never stopping.

~~~

A year and almost a half have passed since then. Things have been getting better. The clouds are clearing up, leaving behind a little less hurt and a lot more clarity. There's a sense of hold, of something stirring within—gratefulness, perhaps, or hope. Or maybe its the sound of a familiar ring at the door. You turn around to see a familiar face, a smile lighting up your face as you recognize Johnny.

"A latte, please," you say as he approaches, his presence bringing a comforting warmth to the room. Johnny nods, his gentle demeanor never faltering as he starts to brew your coffee. Johnny's a gentleman, and a law student. He works part-time in this cafe, not because he's broke or anything. He simply lives the high life. Gym first, then college, and then in the cafe followed by late nights of studying. He's a quiet guy who keeps to himself. Disciplined and courteous. Doesn't really like to waste his time on the things undeserving of his attention.

Your friendship with Johnny began in this very place. You remember it must have been around 10 o'clock at night, you had just split up with your ex. It was a stormy night, It felt like the world was collapsing around you and someone was sucking the breath out of your lungs, alone and broken, you found this cafe nearby. The rain was pouring nonstop, so you decide to take refuge, sitting in the corner, your tears flow with the raindrops tapping against the windowpane.

Jhonny brings you a cup of coffee and a napkin with words of reassurance, "It'll be okay, just hold on."

He saw you when you felt invisible to the world, and he understood you when no one else could. In Johnny, you found not just a friend, but a shimmer of light in your darkest moments.

You still have that note.

Jhonny could hardly fathom the possibility of falling in love, especially with someone as uniquely eccentric as you. Little did he know, his heart had already been quietly captivated by your presence over the passing months. As you walked through that door, disheveled and drenched from the rain, the only word that echoed in his mind was "beautiful." From that moment on, an unspoken longing stirred within him, urging him to reach out and connect with you. He extended that napkin, not just to offer solace, but as a gesture of his desire to understand you, to unravel the mysteries you hide behind those smiles. There was an enigmatic force pulling him toward you, compelling him to take that first step.

You became a regular at the café, grateful for Johnny's caring nature. It seemed like nobody else noticed you like he did. Unintentionally, Johnny had fallen deeply in love with you over the past few months. He paid attention to everything about you - your likes, dislikes, comfort songs, and movies you could watch a 100 times.

He became your confidance, your best friend, always there when you needed him. Watching you cry over someone unworthy filled him with the desire to show you wat true love actually is. Late at night, he found himself thinking about you, wondering if you were okay, if you had eaten, or if you were thinking of him. He felt your sadness as if it were his own and rejoiced in your happiness. But despite his feelings, he couldn't bring himself to confess his love.

Simply put, Johnny wanted you. He wanted to show you what true love was, and that no girl deserved to be treated the way you were, left alone in the middle of nowhere, weeping in the pouring rain. Hearing about your past hurt him, but it also revealed your strength and resilience, which only made him love you more. He wasn't drawn to the roses and smiles you showed the world; he was captivated by the scars and bruises you tried to hide.

The more Johnny got to know you, the deeper he fell.

However, he made a conscious decision to hold back because he didn't want to become a rebound love. Instead, he wished for you to heal from the wounds of your past relationship, to move forward and see him for who he truly was, not just as a replacement for what your ex lacked.

He longed for the day when you would accept him completely, with no remains of the past clouding your judgment. So, he waited patiently, hoping for your heart to mend. Hoping for you to let go. Hoping for you to see him.

Time passed away, six months turned into a year, yet you still struggled to let go completely. Though it was getting better, the ghost of your past still lingered, haunting your thoughts and emotions.

How could you not feel shattered? Johnny was just too good for you, too kind. But when you've been hurt before, love becomes terrifying. Trying to piece things together while pretending to be okay is exhausting. It's hard to focus on anything when you're struggling to keep it together. Knowing you love someone and they love you back, yet being unable to fully embrace it because you're afraid of losing them, of getting hurt again - it's paralyzing.

And then there's the guilt. Even though your past relationship ended a year ago, the promises made still weigh heavily on your conscience. How do you reconcile having Johnny in your thoughts while someone else occupies a part of your heart? It feels unfair to him, but you can't shake the feeling.

How are you supposed to let go and move forward when your heart is still stuck in the past? People say "move on" like it's easy, it's anything but easy. It feels like an impossible task, especially when nobody seems to understand what you're going through.

Except for him. Johnny. He understands.

It's so damn difficult," you thought to yourself, feeling the weight of your emotions. Letting go seemed like the simplest solution, but in reality, it was anything but easy. As Johnny led you towards his flat, the thought lingered at the back of your mind.

He mentioned the party he was hosting with his friends at him appartment, someone got a job or something. The atmosphere inside was luxurious, yet simple. with crimson sofas exuding a regal aura in the soft golden light. The air was filled with the sweet scent of vanilla candles and the sound of champagne being poured, it was cozy.

The gathering was intimate, with only the chosen few invited. Amidst the fancy party, all you could think about was Johnny. You wanted to tell him how you felt, that you'd fallen for him too, about the guilt that shouldn't be feeling. Johnny was the best guy you'd ever met, and you couldn't just let him go because you were scared. Even though your past hasn't been great, you didn't want to hurt him because you knew he loved you too. Since the day you met, he's been there for you. And he still is, always there in every little thing. It feels like you're stuck in between, torn between your feelings for him and the uncertainty.

As Johnny left momentarily, you found yourself walking towards the balcony, away from the small talk and pretense inside, with a bottle of champagne. all you needed was a stunning view of the city's glittering skyscrapers, illuminated by the twinkling lights.

You craved peace of mind, a moment to quiet the storm raging within you. Being around Johnny, even for just an hour, had a profound effect on you, all the thoughts and insecurities on one side, and all the feelings of desire and lust, unlike anything you've ever experienced before.

There was no rush of blood and getting all hot and bothered every time your prior partner looked at you. You would never have felt this shy and nervous in his presence. Yes, there was attraction, but nothing like this, but with Johnny, it is the exact opposite. His mere presence left you weak-kneed and breathless, yearning to surrender to the intoxicating pull between you. He awakens you. He makes you want to succumb to him, give into him.

Yes, you yearn to experience the warmth of love, to be cherished and valued in return. And perhaps, deep down, you crave these feelings from Johnny, who has shown himself to be both kind and breathtakingly amazing. The way he gazes at you speaks volumes about his feelings for you.

It's confusing, isn't it? Frightening even. Because all you've ever known about Love is that it breaks and burns and ends, yet here you are, falling for Johnny despite your fears. It's a terrifying feeling, but there's something about it that makes you want to continue. Makes you want to keep dreaming. But you're afraid to confess your feelings, terrified that you'll only end up hurting Johnny in the process. It's hard to find the words, to admit to yourself, let alone to him, that you're falling for him. But despite the uncertainty and the fear, there's an urge within you, a desire to reach out and claim him for your own. All you want is to grab his face, to feel his lips against yours, and to lose yourself in the sweetness of his embrace.

Hard.

And never let him go. You've been thinking about it, about you. And him. And since, you've been moving on, you've been trying to forget and forgive and embrace and accept. You have come to a conclusion that amidst all the chaos, Johnny was the only one there. And that you have hopelessly fallen in love with him.

~~~

Hey," he says, joining you on the balcony, "you're standing alone?"

"Hey jj," you reply, meeting his gaze.

"You call me 'jj' when you're happy," he remarks, puzzled because your tone isn't cheerful.

"I guess I'm happy, sort of. It's been a while, but it feels good," you admit, looking at him standing beside you. He smiles, his eyes filled with happiness. He's genuinely pleased for you.

"That's great," he says with genuine enthusiasm. "Actually, that's fantastic."

He eyes the glass of alcohol in your hand. "Can I have that glass, though?"

That's great," he says with genuine enthusiasm. "Actually, that's fantastic."

He eyes the glass of alcohol in your hand. "Can I have that glass, though?"

"Nope, I'm having a pretty good time," you say, pulling the glass away from him. He noticed a whole bottle nearby on the floor. "I think you've had enough for the night, darling."

darling.

Even in the dim light, Johnny couldn't miss the blush spreading across your cheeks. He's skilled at noticing your reactions and knows how to tease you.

Trying to steer the conversation away from any awkwardness, you say, "So I was thinking..."

"About?" he interjects playfully, trying to provoke a response.

"Everything that's happened, you know, with my ex, and then with you," you begin, but he interrupts.

"Oh, nothing happened between us, as far as I can remember... unless..." he trails off, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"That's not what I meant," you quickly clarify.

"Okay, okay, just kidding. But I kinda wish you did mean it," he mutters under his breath, a smirk forming on his face.

You feel your thoughts becoming fuzzy as you both dance around the topic. Usually, your brain would shut down any such ideas, but tonight feels different. Instead of being repelled, you feel drawn to him, wanting something you've suppressed for so long.

Despite trying to hold back, you find yourself unable to think of anything else.

As the alcohol courses through your veins, emboldening your desires, you find yourself unable to resist the urge to ask him what has been in your mind for quite a long time, and so you ask "If I were to ask for a kiss, would you kiss me? Right here, right now?"

The intensity in his gaze heightens, his pupils dilating as his demeanor shifts, becoming more serious. "Ask me," he demands, his jaw clenched with anticipation. His eyes linger on your lips before locking onto yours, a silent plea echoing within them.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze, you turn away, feeling a rush of emotions flooding your senses. With a deep breath, you struggle to compose yourself, but before you can respond, he chuckles softly. "I knew you didn't have the nerve," he remarks, his tone teasing yet tinged with disappointment. Meeting his gaze once more, you're taken aback by his confidence. As he straightens himself and takes a sip of his drink, his words hang heavily in the air. "I don't know how much longer I can wait for you," he confesses, his voice low and filled with longing, "but if you were to ask me to fuck you right here, right now, I wouldn't even think once." With that declaration, practically deadpanned on your face, he goes inside the flat, leaving you to grapple with your miserable self.

~~~

The night after that seemed to stretch endlessly, a void you couldn't escape. Frustration and regret gnawed at your mind, You turned to more alcohol, a fleeting attempt to numb the pain within, but it only amplified the train of thoughts swirling in your head.

As you sat alone on the balcony, the chilly night air enveloped you, matching the coldness you felt inside. Time lost its meaning, slipping through your fingers as you drowned in a sea of overthinking. Every possible scenario played out in your mind like a relentless storm, each outcome more daunting than the last. What could have happened if you could have just said.

Johnny appears through the doorframe. His presence was unexpected, you thought he was mad yet oddly comforting, a reminder that you weren't completely alone in this chaotic night. "Will you spend the whole night here?" he asked, concern etched in his voice. But you were too lost in your own thoughts to fully grasp his words.

Refusing to retreat from your self-imposed exile, you remained rooted to the spot, the numbness spreading through your limbs. Yet Johnny persisted, his care evident as he gently coaxed you back inside. "It's cold. Come inside, everybody left already," he urged, worry evident in his eyes.

Too weary to resist, you allowed him to guide you indoors, his touch grounding you in reality. As he settled you into his bed, a wave of familiarity washed over you, a stark reminder of the times you'd been here before, always on the edge of leaving. You had been here countless times, yet never truly stayed. But tonight was different. Tonight, you found yourself unable to muster the strength to leave, surrendering to the comfort of his presence, if only for a fleeting moment.

As he guided you to sit on the edge of the bed, you instinctively reached out, clinging to his shirt. "Kiss me," you implored, your gaze locking with his warm brown eyes, overflowing with affection.

His response came with a gentle sigh, his concern evident in the furrow of his brow. "You're drunk," he stated softly, his voice laced with worry.

"I am, but I can still make sense of it all," you insisted, determination shining through the haze of intoxication.

"We'll talk about it in the morning, okay?" Johnny reassured, his face drawing closer to yours.

"Please," you exhaled, closing your eyes, feeling the weight of your confession pressing down on you. "I know I'm the worst person alive right now but I- I'm just afraid. Please understand. I want you, I do, but it's so scary."

"Shh, it's okay, I know," he murmured, his words a soothing balm to your troubled soul. "I know you're trying."

Foreheads pressed together, your breaths mingled, each exhalation a testament to the vulnerability you shared in that moment. "I'm sorry," you whispered, the weight of your guilt heavy on your heart.

"You don't have to be," he replied, his lips brushing against your forehead in a tender gesture of forgiveness. "Look at me."

As you met his gaze once more, his eyes filled with understanding and compassion. "Relax, okay? I'm happy that you opened up about it."

"I'm sorry," you repeated, the words a mantra of remorse.He shook his head gently, his touch comforting. "Let's try sleeping now, shall we? Don't think about it." With his reassurance enveloping you like a warm blanket, you allowed yourself to drift into the embrace of sleep, for the first time with him.

As consciousness reluctantly seeped into your foggy mind, a wave of discomfort washed over you, fueled by the repercussions of last night's poor choices. The harsh glare of morning light pierced through your eyelids, adding to the throbbing ache behind your temples.

Attempting to remove yourself from the confines of the bed proved to be a tough task, your limbs heavy with exhaustion and your head swimming with dizziness. Searching for Johnny's presence beside you, you found only an empty space, adding to the disorientation.

Succumbing to defeat, you surrendered to the comfy embrace of the mattress, sinking into its softness as you lay there, gazing blankly at the ceiling above. Dehydration gnawed at your parched throat. As you drifted in and out of consciousness, the world around you faded into a haze of half-formed thoughts and fleeting sensations. The rhythmic hum of the ceiling fan above served as a lullaby.

In the midst of this surreal feeling, fragments of memories from the night before flickered like distant stars in the night sky. Realization and what-ifs danced at the edges of your mind, their haunting presence a constant reminder of the consequences of your actions.

Yet, amidst the turmoil, there lingered a glimmer of hope, a faint whisper of possibility that perhaps, despite the mistakes of the past, redemption was still within reach. You clung to this fragile thread of optimism, a lifeline in the midst of the storm.

Minutes stretched into hours, the passage of time marked only by the shifting patterns of sunlight filtering through the curtains. And then, as if on cue, the sound of footsteps drew near, with a weary sigh, you opened your eyes to find Johnny standing in the doorway, his expression a mixture of concern and relief. "Hey, you okay?" he asked softly, you nodded sleepily.

As you reluctantly stirred from your sleep, you felt the duvet being tugged away, prompting a sleepy protest. "Erugh, let me sleep," you mumbled, trying to shield yourself from the intruding light.

But his teasing remark about your state of dress snapped you awake, and you jolted up, "You're completely naked," only to realize you were already covered. He pointed out with a playful grin, causing you to blush and scramble for cover.

However, your movements triggered a sharp pain in your head, and you winced, instinctively reaching to soothe it. Before you could fully register the discomfort, another hand joined yours, gently stroking your head. Slowly opening your eyes, you found him sitting close, his concern evident in his gaze.

"Who told you to drink that much? You puked two times," he said softly, his tone filled with worry and care. Giving in to his touch, you leaned into him, finding solace in his presence amidst the pain.

"I... may have overdone it a bit," you admitted sheepishly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude for his concern. He chuckled softly, his fingers continuing to massage your head as you relaxed against him.

"It's okay. Just drink some water and take it easy," he reassured you, his voice a soothing balm to your frazzled nerves. With a nod, you reached for the glass he held out to you

He's far too good for you. A voice at the back of your head screams at you.

"Johnny..." you say, breaking the silence that hung heavy in the room. His presence alone was enough to make your heart race, but you needed to speak your mind.

He turns to you, his gaze softening as he listens intently. "What is it?" he asks, concern lacing his words.

You take a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before continuing. "I've been thinking about..." you trail off, unsure of how to articulate the right words.

Johnny reaches out, his hand placing a strand of hair behind your ear,offering silent support. "Go on," he encourages gently.

"I'm sorry," you say, the words heavy with regret. "I know this is complicated, and i am making it even more complicated but I just don't want to hurt you." You could barely manage to say even that.

Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers trail through the loops of your hair, sending shivers down your spine. His hum reverberates through you, a sensual melody that ignites a fire deep within. But then, in an instant, his demeanor shifts, catching you off guard.

His hand tightens around your hair, pulling your head back with a swift, yet gentle force. The sudden change in his touch sends a rush of adrenaline through your veins, heightening your senses to the electrifying proximity between you.

Your eyes meet his, dark and intense, and you find yourself unable to look away. His breath, warm and fruity, fans over your face, stirring something primal within you. In that moment, you're acutely aware of every sensation, every heartbeat, as you surrender to the magnetic pull of desire that envelops you both.

"Can't you see what you do to me?"

Johnny..." you say, your voice barely above a whisper, the intensity of the moment almost overwhelming.

He pauses, his eyes locked with yours, waiting for you to continue.

"I... I didn't mean..." you stutter, struggling to find the right words as his grip on your hair loosens.

He chuckles softly, his laughter dancing in the air, easing some of the tension between you. "I know, I know," he reassures you, his tone gentle yet teasing.

"But..." you start, only to be cut off by his next words.

"You talk a lot when you're drunk," he says with a smirk, his fingers tracing light patterns along your skin.

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment, knowing he's right.

"What did I say?" you ask, trying to piece together the fragments of the night before.

His gaze softens, a hint of mischief glinting in his eyes. "That you tend to get... aroused whenever I say your name," he says, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine.

You shake your head in denial, but deep down, you know he's right.

He leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin, sending tingles of anticipation coursing through your veins.

"Johnny..." you breathe out his name, a mixture of desire and uncertainty swirling in your mind as he hovers above you, his presence consuming your senses.

"Say it," he urges, his voice low and demanding, sending a thrill through your body.

"Johnny, listen to m—" you begin, but he cuts you off with a firm command.

"Say it!" he insists, his intensity leaving no room for argument.

"I want you, for fuck's sake, I want you," you finally admit, your voice tinged with both desire and vulnerability.

Closing your eyes, you release the grip you've been holding onto, allowing yourself to surrender to the overwhelming attraction between you.

You lay back, flattening against the bed, pushing your hair away from your face to meet his gaze head-on. His eyes, dark and intense, never waver from yours, sending a flutter of nerves through your stomach.

"I want you, in every way possible, and it's no secret. I'm just afraid," you confess in a small voice, baring your soul to him.

Johnny's smile is reassuring, his touch gentle as he lays on top of you, ensuring he doesn't overwhelm you with his weight. "Don't be afraid," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. "You'll love me just fine."

In that moment, as you lay entwined with him, all your fears melt away, replaced by a sense of warmth and comfort in his embrace. You know that no matter what lies ahead, you're ready to explore this newfound connection with him by your side.

As Johnny hovers above you, his gaze dark with desire, you feel a surge of anticipation coursing through your veins. His lips brush against yours in a teasing caress, igniting a fire that burns hot and fierce between you.

"I've been waiting for this," he murmurs, his voice low and husky with need as he trails kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

You arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips as his hands roam your body, exploring every curve and contour with an expert touch that leaves you trembling with desire.

"God, you're so beautiful," he whispers, his breath hot against the skin of your neck as he takes you in, his eyes drinking in every inch of you. You feel his breath against your skin, warm and inviting, as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss.

With each touch, each caress, the tension between you dissolves, replaced by an electric current of desire that pulses through your veins. His hands roam your body, mapping every curve and contour with a reverence that leaves you breathless.

You arch into his touch, a soft sigh escaping your lips as he explores every inch of your skin with a delicate touch that sets your senses ablaze. His fingers trace patterns along your spine, sending shivers of pleasure racing down your spine.

Your lips collided with his in a heated embrace, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through both of your bodies. Crashing into each other, feelings of desire over powering you both. In that moment you knew, it was gonna be a hell of a ride and you couldn't be any more excited than you are right now.

After the kiss, you both laid side by side, "By the way you didn't really say any of that." Johnny gently whispers in your ear, and you both end up laughing, cuddling.

~~~

You like it?" Johnny asks, his eyes sparkling with warmth as he watches you take a lick of the ice cream. You nod enthusiastically, a wide smile spreading across your face like a child on Christmas morning. His smile widens in response, a soft glow of happiness emanating from him. It's moments like these that make everything feel so right.

Since that unforgettable day when you poured your heart out to him, your life has been like a dream come true. Flowers, date nights, chocolates – you name it, he's made sure to fill your days with joy and love. From cozy movie nights to endless cuddles, it's like you've found the missing piece to your puzzle.

But it's not all sunshine and rainbows. Like any couple, you have your disagreements. Yet, what sets you apart is the unwavering understanding and support you both offer each other. Johnny never lets you go to bed upset, always there with reassurance and kisses to mend any hurt feelings.

He constantly reminds you that you're doing just fine, and it's true. It's not just about healing from past wounds; it's about the beautiful exchange of giving and receiving love. It's about reciprocating the care and affection you both share, knowing that the more you give, the more you receive.

In a world where it's easy to become complacent, you both choose to love each other every single day. And that, in itself, is the greatest gift of all.

You plead with puppy dog eyes, urging him to let you indulge in more ice cream because, well, why not? 'Pleeease let me have another scoop!' you whine, the anticipation of the creamy goodness making your mouth water. But alas, he declines with a chuckle, warning, 'No way! You'll catch a cold!' You pout, but secretly admire his concern."

Disappointed but not defeated, you pout and playfully stick out your bottom lip, giving Johnny your best puppy-dog eyes. "But Johnny," you protest, "I promise I'll bundle up extra warm tonight! Pretty please?"

Johnny can't help but laugh at your antics, finding your determination to get that extra scoop of ice cream utterly endearing. He shakes his head, still chuckling, and gently takes your hand in his. "As much as I love seeing that adorable pout of yours, I can't risk you getting sick, [Reader]. How about we save the ice cream for tomorrow, hmm?"

You sigh dramatically, but a mischievous glint dances in your eyes as you lean in closer to him. "Fine," you concede, "but only if you promise to share a warm blanket and snuggle with me tonight."

A grin spreads across Johnny's face as he leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "Deal," he agrees, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "Anything for you, my love."

As you both leave the ice cream parlor, the cool evening air wraps around you, the gentle breeze a welcome contrast to the warmth of your intertwined hands. As you both step into the cozy cafe, the familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, bringing back memories of the first time you met. Johnny's hand tightens around yours, his touch sending a thrill through you that's impossible to ignore.

You find a secluded booth in the corner, and as you settle in, Johnny's eyes lock with yours, a silent invitation sparking between you. "You know," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, "this place holds a lot of memories for us."

You nod, a soft smile playing on your lips. "It feels like just yesterday that we were sitting here, nervously sipping our coffees," you reply, your voice filled with affection.

Johnny leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "But this time," he whispers, "we don't have to be nervous." A shiver runs down your spine at his words, and you meet his gaze with a newfound sense of boldness. "No, this time," you say, your voice steady and sure, "we can just be us."

With a gentle touch, Johnny cups your face in his hands, his eyes searching yours with a depth of emotion that takes your breath away. "I like the sound of that," he murmurs, his lips hovering just inches from yours.

Before you can respond, his lips capture yours in a passionate kiss, the world around you fading away as you lose yourself in the heat of the moment. It's a dance of tongues and teeth, of whispered words and soft sighs, each touch igniting a fire that burns hotter with every passing second.

As you finally pull away, breathless and flushed, Johnny's eyes meet yours with a hunger that mirrors your own. "I never want to stop kissing you," he confesses, his voice thick with desire.

A smile tugs at your lips as you lean in to press another kiss to his, the promise of countless more moments like this hanging in the air between you.

~~~

As you sit at your desk, textbooks spread out before you and notes scattered across the surface, you're fully immersed in your study session. The material is dense, and you're determined to grasp every concept before the upcoming exam.

Just as you're deep in concentration, Johnny enters the room with a mischievous grin, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you buried in your books. Without a word, he crosses the room and leans against your desk, his presence a distraction you can't ignore.

"Hey there, studious one," he says, his voice low and playful. "Need a break?"

You look up from your books, torn between the desire to keep studying and the temptation of Johnny's irresistible charm. "I really should finish this chapter," you reply, trying to sound firm despite the flutter in your stomach at his proximity.

But Johnny has other plans. With a swift movement, he slides your textbooks aside and pulls you to your feet, his hands finding their way to your waist as he draws you close. "I think you've earned a reward for all that hard work," he murmurs, his lips dangerously close to yours.

Before you can protest, Johnny's mouth descends on yours in a fiery kiss, his tongue tracing the outline of your lips before delving deeper, igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume you both. Lost in the heat of the moment, you abandon all thoughts of studying as you melt into his embrace, the world around you fading away until there's nothing left but the two of you and the intoxicating rush of desire.

Minutes, or maybe hours, pass in a blur of tangled limbs and heated kisses, until finally, you break apart, breathless and flushed, the taste of Johnny still lingering on your lips. "Now that's what I call a study break," he says with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You can't help but laugh, the tension of the study session now a distant memory as you bask in the warmth of Johnny's love and the thrill of his touch.

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As you made your way back from college, the skies darkened, and before you knew it, a heavy downpour unleashed its fury upon you. The rain hammered down relentlessly, soaking you up and down. Despite the continuous ringing of your phone from within your backpack, the rain made it impossible to retrieve. With no umbrella in hand, you quickened your pace towards the bus stop, only to witness the last bus pulling away just as you rounded the corner. Desperation set in as you attempted to sprint after it, but the distance between you and the departing vehicle only widened. Defeated, you exhaled heavily, feeling the chill of the rain seeping into your bones. Seeking refuge at the bus stop, you huddled under its shelter, which wasn't helping much.

As you stood there, shivering and dripping, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease creeping over you. The relentless rain seemed to whisper secrets in the wind. With each passing moment, your mind raced with thoughts of your worried boyfriend waiting at home, unaware of your predicament.

As you glanced down at your phone, the screen illuminated with missed calls and frantic messages from him. Frustration bubbled within you, knowing that you were only adding to his worry by being stranded in the storm. You tried to call him back, but the signal was weak, and the connection kept cutting out. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as you waited for the next bus, the minutes ticking by like hours.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bus appeared on the horizon, its headlights piercing through the darkness like a beacon of hope. With a sigh of relief, you boarded the bus, grateful for the warmth and safety it offered. And soon you were standing in front of his appointment door.

As the bus finally pulled up to a stop, you hurriedly disembarked, your heart pounding with a mix of fear and relief. You practically sprinted the rest of the way home, the rain still coming down in sheets, soaking you to the bone.

Finally, you arrived at the doorstep of your apartment, soaked and shivering. With trembling hands, you fumbled for your keys, desperate to be inside the safety of your home. But before you could even insert the key into the lock, the door swung open, revealing a worried and furious Johnny.

"Where have you been?!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with anger and concern. "I've been trying to call you for hours! Do you have any idea how worried I've been?"

"I-I'm so sorry, Johnny," you stammered, tears mixing with the rain on your cheeks. "I got caught in the storm, and I missed the bus, and...and I couldn't get through to you. I'm so sorry."

Johnny's expression softened as he took in your trembling form, his anger melting away in an instant. Without a word, he pulled you into a tight embrace, wrapping his arms around you protectively. "I'm just glad you're safe," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I was so worried about you. Let's get you inside and warm you up, okay?"

You nod, feeling the weight of your backpack against the wall as you follow Johnny into the bedroom. With a quick movement, you pull your hair up, hoping to keep it from sticking to your clothes. Sensing his hands on your torso, you inhale sharply as they glide around to the front, undoing the button of your jeans. Anticipation mounts as he pulls them down, and then he sits, planting kisses on your damp thigh, eliciting a dissatisfied moan from you.

In a swift motion, your undies join the jeans on the floor. "Nice butt," he remarks, drawing a rhetorical look from you. Stepping closer, he removes the t-shirt clinging uncomfortably to your skin, and with it, your bra disappears too. "Beautiful as always," he murmurs, enveloping you in a warm towel and pulling you close, his lips finding your neck, leaving their mark.

"Johnny," you sigh as his hands slip under the towel, teasingly moving between your legs, knowing just where to stop, leaving you breathless. "I'll be right back, change into dry clothes, okay?" he says, his voice a tantalizing promise hanging in the air.

He returned with a steaming mug of tea, fragrant steam curling upwards in the air. He handed it to you with a tender smile, the warmth of the mug seeping into your chilled fingers.

"Here, drink this," he said softly, his voice soothing.. "It'll help warm you up."

"I only need you to warm me up."

"Come here then." He motions you to sit with him in the bed he made, warm and cozy. As you lay there in Johnny's arms, the intimacy of the moment enveloping you like a warm embrace, you couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion welling up inside you.

"Johnny," you murmured softly, your voice barely above a whisper, "I'm so sorry for worrying you. I never meant to cause you so much distress."

Johnny's arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer to him as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. "It's okay, sweetheart," he whispered back, his voice filled with reassurance. "I was just so scared when I couldn't reach you. All I could think about was making sure you were safe."

You buried your face against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a soothing lullaby against your ear. "I promise I'll be more careful from now on," you vowed, your words muffled against his skin. "I never want to put you through that kind of worry again."

Johnny tilted your chin up gently, his eyes locking with yours in a tender gaze. "I know you will," he said softly, his thumb brushing away the tears that had pooled in your eyes. "And I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

With a contented sigh, you snuggled closer to him, reveling in the warmth and comfort of his embrace. Johnny's fingers danced along the buttons of your blouse, a spark of desire ignited between you, fueling the passion that simmered just beneath the surface.

"How about we finish what we started earlier?"

Your heart raced at his words, the anticipation building with every breath. With a smile, you nodded in agreement, your own desire mirrored in your eyes as you leaned in to meet his lips in a fiery kiss.

The heat between you intensified quickly, passion igniting like a wildfire as your bodies melded together in a tangle of desire. Teeth clashed against each other, tongues danced in a feverish rhythm, and hands roamed eagerly, seeking out every inch of skin they could find.

With a swift movement, you straddled Johnny, taking control of the moment as you traced a path of kisses down his neck, relishing in the soft gasps and low growls that escaped his lips. As his shirt fell away, revealing his beautifully toned body beneath, you couldn't help but admire the sight before you, feeling a surge of desire coursing through your veins.

Too shy to say anything, you let your actions speak for you. Lingering on his nipples, you teased and tantalized, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from Johnny's lips. With each flick of your tongue and gentle nip of your teeth, the tension between you grew, pushing you both closer and closer to the edge of desire.

But you weren't done yet. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you continued your exploration, trailing kisses and caresses down Johnny's torso until you reached the waistband of his jeans. With practiced hands, you teased and toyed with him through the fabric, making him harder with every stroke, relishing in the way he squirmed beneath your touch.

As his pleasured groans filled the air, you couldn't resist escalating your actions, eagerly sliding his pants down while he sat up, fixated on your every move. Locking eyes with him, you took him into your mouth, teasingly tracing the tip with your tongue, prompting a soft curse from his lips. Pulling back, you continued to lavish attention on him, savoring every moment as you licked his length, stealing glances up at him. "Enjoying yourself?" you teased, to which he responded with an enthusiastic nod.

Returning to him, you gradually took more of him into your mouth, relishing in the way his hands urged you on, guiding you further down. He pulled you up for a heated kiss, expressing his desire to explore your taste. As his lips trailed down your neck, he urged you to sit on his face, igniting nerves and excitement within you. With his encouragement, you straddled his eager mouth, blushing at his sweet words as his lips planted kisses on your thighs.

Feeling his hands on your hips, he drew you closer, his tongue eagerly finding your clit, eliciting moans of pleasure from you. As his hands explored your body, adding to your arousal, you couldn't help but cry out in bliss as he skillfully pleasured you,

As your pleasure surged, you couldn't contain your cries, feeling the intensity of his actions. "Oh, fuck," escaped your lips as he intensified his efforts, his mouth and tongue working fervently on your clit. His suction grew stronger, his tongue moving with increasing speed, drawing out guttural moans from you. "Oh my god," you exclaimed as the waves of your orgasm crashed over you, "fuck," you moaned as he persisted in his ministrations.

His hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer, he delved deeper into your core, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "Oh god, don't stop," you gasped, your breath ragged as you requested his fingers. With a calm demeanor, he complied, easing his fingers into you, eliciting a blissful moan from your lips. As he continued to pleasure you, his fingers moving rhythmically inside you, your cries of ecstasy filled the room.

"Oh my god," you moaned aloud as he momentarily paused, only to reposition himself behind you. Bending you slightly, he inserted two fingers, drawing out a soft, pleasurable moan from you. With relentless determination, he showed no mercy, driving you towards another peak of pleasure. The sound of slick noises filled the air as his fingers worked expertly within you, pushing your head gently into the headboard to ensure your stability as you surrendered to his touch.

As his hand pressed you down onto his fingers, a fervent moan escaped your lips, the sensation overwhelming you. "Oh my god," you cried out as he intensified his movements, driving you wild with desire. With increasing speed and force, his fingers plunged into you, eliciting a chorus of ecstatic moans from your lips.

Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers, his command clear. "Turn around," he instructed, guiding you gently as you complied, meeting his intense gaze. Enveloped in his embrace, you shared a deep, passionate kiss, his desire evident in his words as he broke the connection. "I want to fuck you," he declared, and you eagerly nodded in agreement, urgency coursing through your veins.

Pushed onto the bed, your legs spread wide, you watched as he knelt between them, his eyes fixated on your dripping arousal. His finger traced circles on your swollen clit, then slipped inside you, claiming you as his own. "Mine," he whispered, his gaze never wavering from yours, and you nodded in submission, a smile playing on your lips. "I'm yours," you affirmed, anticipation building in the air.

With a hungry look, he licked his lips before slowly entering you with his cock, causing you to gasp in ecstasy. "Oh my god," you moaned loudly as he began to move within you, the intensity of his thrusts driving you to the brink of pleasure.

As he increased the pace, driving into you with fervent desire, your cries of ecstasy filled the room. "Oh my god," you moaned loudly as he relentlessly fucked you, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. Leaning down, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss, his declaration of love mingling with the sounds of your pleasure. "I love you," he murmured against your lips, his words igniting a fire within you.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you reciprocated his declaration, your voice filled with desire. "I love you too," you confessed as he continued to ravish you with his relentless thrusts. With a swift motion, he withdrew from you, flipping you onto your stomach. "Get on all fours," he commanded, assisting you into position.

Meeting his gaze over your shoulder, you were met with a declaration of your beauty, sending shivers down your spine. As he entered you from behind, a rush of anticipation flooded your senses. His movements became more intense, driving into you harder and faster, eliciting moans of pleasure from your lips. "Oh my god," you cried out, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your body.

Feeling his hand reach around to play with your clit, a surge of pleasure washed over you, intensifying the pleasure building within. "Oh my god," you moaned again, lost in the ecstasy of his touch. With each deep thrust, you felt yourself teetering on the edge, your body aching for release.

As he took control, holding both your hands behind your back, you surrendered to him completely. Your petite frame under his dominance, your face buried into the sheets muffling the sounds of pleasure escaping your lips. Sensing his impending release, you knew you were on the brink of ecstasy.

With a few final, deep thrusts, you both succumbed to the ecstasy, waves of pleasure washing over you in a euphoric crescendo. As he pulled out, licking you clean, you whimpered from the overstimulation, your body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.

a sense of blissful exhaustion washed over you both. Lying tangled together under the sheet, hearts racing and skin still tingling from the intensity of your lovemaking. As you caught your breath, he peppered soft kisses along your neck and shoulders, his touch gentle and tender. "You're incredible," he whispered, his voice filled with adoration as he caressed your cheek. You smiled up at him. In his arms, you feel safe and cherished, the weight of the world melting away as sleep begins to claim you. Drifting off with the rhythmic beat of his heart as your lullaby, you rest easy knowing that you are safe. And you finally know, what love actually feels like

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hiorisgf · 1 year

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##DORKIFYING THESE BASTARDS BECAUSE I CAN :3

↪Alt. Title: Relationship Hcs

↪Ft. Noel Noa, Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae

↪What's on your mind?: Ignore the bad cat drawing. I'm not an artist. Dont come after me saying theyre ooc unless you want to see this humble writer cry.

Noel Noa

I'am a strong believer of the Noel Noa is secretly a dork belief.

He would definetely spend an hour trying to think of a reply to your texts without sounding too cold or too giddy. Nobody come after me bc I know I'm right😃

Whenever he wants attention he just stands and stares at you like 🗿🗿 and expect you to notice his motive and give him affection right then and there.

Is a great cuddle buddy to have. He's like a human sized teddy bear. Also human heater with his natural body warmth—Which is especially perfect for cold days.

The type to feel giddy whenever you give him a kiss and tell him good luck or have fun. His expression doesn't change but it's obvious he's in a good mood with the flowers that would float around by his side the whole day.

Doesn't know what to give you most of the time so just expect some luxury items chilling at your doorstep sent by yours truly <3

But don't worry about not having enough money to pay him back. Just give him some rose you bought on the way and he's more than happy.

What? I'm wrong you say? Well too bad I'm not taking opinions.

Itoshi Rin

Pathetic man says he doesn't need your affections but sulks and becomes passive aggressive when you don't give him any. Like, the nerve?!!?

Becomes putty in your hands as you hold him close, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you.

Denies it but def loves being the small spoon. Something about the way you gently yet firmly hold him in your arms, as though you're shielding him from all the bad things makes him almost want to cry.

Although he isn't too big on pda, he does make sure he touches in some way somehow. Maybe your elbows touches as you walk together, maybe your pinkies as you rest your hands on the table, maybe his knees touches yours when you sit together. Doesn't matter how little, he just needs a way to touch you.

Sometimes calls you randomly in the middle of the night. He just needs to know that you're still with him, he's not sure if he can sleep in peace if he doesn't.

Tries to tell you 'I love you" but fails miserably and ends up telling you it's nothing instead.

Itoshi Sae

It goes without saying that this bastard is rich. Crazy rich. But the problem is he doesn't know where to spend it on. So, he goes with the safest option. Spend it on you.

The moment he catches you laying your eyes on a specific item, expect it on your drawer, receipt and all.

The type who gets so used to you saying you love him before he goes that when he notices you don't say it, he pauses in his steps and turns to look at you like. ??? Uhh hello? Where's the 'I love you, work hard but don't overwork yourself alright?'?? Why you just sending him off with a wave goodbye??

If you insist on not saying you love him then he'll walk off with a little stomp in his steps. The audacity! But this dumbass refuses to tell you what's the problem because it's so cringe, ew.

When he comes back home he's salty and is straight up ignoring you. How dare you not 'i love you goodbye' him?! Will keep up with this pettiness until you finally say the three words he's longed to hear eversince this morning.

After that, he's back to being unprovokingly rude(lovingly) and hugging you goodbye. Don't you ever do that again you loveable nincompoop, you can't just take away a essential part of his day like that.

Especially when he has a match against another team coming up. He won't be able to focus otherwise! He's so used to your words of love that the moment you stop saying them he gets incredibly worried (not like he'd ever tell you this) and it clouds his mind until the problem clears up eventually.

Gets so used to your affections and even sometimes ask you for it—non-verbally ofcourse. This bastard can't ask for affection properly for the life of him. Hates to admit it but he's grown to love the little affections you give him so don't you dare to ever pull that stunt again you got that?

#blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #itoshi x reader #itoshi sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #bllk x reader #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #noel noa x reader #noa noel x reader #@@.xylvie's works

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iovesia · 2 months

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MILLION DOLLAR MAN.

keanu mlist.⠀ 𑇓 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪ ⠀toxic!kevin lomax⠀𝑥⠀f!reader.

synopsis: yandere alphabet with kevin lomax.

contents. canon-divergent/milton wins ending?. toxic and abusive relationship. infidelity. emotional abuse. coercion. dubcon. forced marriage. brief smut. 2.3k words.

⋆ 𓂃 ﾟ .⠀josie's little note. here's a short little thing to get me back into writing long fics lollzzz, enjoy :3 template from @/dear-yandere.

𝓐 — ffection: how do they show their love and affection? how intense would it be?

Kevin's a love bomber from the start. Since he's moved to New York —and assuming in this AU, he's embraced the benefits of being the Devil's son— he has tons of cash to blow on beautiful women like yourself. There's always a bouquet of roses on your desk at work, or large gifts of jewelry or expensive dresses on your apartment doorstep. He's a charming rich lawyer, willing to buy anything your little heart desires— it's almost impossible to say no when he grins and asks you on a date to the Four Seasons.

𝓑 — lood: how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Kevin doesn't like a mess, but he's not against getting his hands dirty. With all the connections he has, and the literal Devil on his shoulder, he has the means to get rid of anyone he deems a problem. Some guy at work hitting on you? Next day he's packing his desk. Your mailman gives you a smile? Fired for poor performance. Your male neighbour who helps you carry groceries? He unfortunately tripped and broke his neck down some stairs..

Like an omen of death, once they meet Kevin, they're gone the next day. And he plays the role of ever so caring shoulder to cry on, to a T.

𝓒 — ruelty: how do they treat their darling once abducted? would they mock their darling?

Kevin wouldn't necessarily abduct you, but you can believe that after months or even weeks of love-bombing and obsessively keeping track of you— he'll propose. A normal person would think he's batshit crazy— but the allure of a powerful, rich man who "only has eyes for you" is enough to make you melt. His version of abduction is to just pressure you enough to marry him— a sign of love in your eyes and a sign of ownership in his. You're legally, emotionally, and in all other ways officially his.

As for how he treats you: Kevin's the type of man to follow you around while arguing, constantly talking over you in that condescending manner. He's a lawyer. Can't help it. You can expect a lot of typical mansplaining behavior or just straight of gaslighting. He mocks you just to see you get all riled up. Sometimes you think he sees you more as an irritated little pup, than a grown woman.

𝓓 — arling: aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

Kevin's not afraid of coercing you into doing things for him. At this point in your relationship, he's relaxed his mask of charm and instead is letting the devil seep through the cracks. Whether it's sex or something else, he either coaxes you into it, or just pulls a blackmail card.

On a good day, he's gently rubbing his hands on your sides or kissing the back of your shoulder. "C'mon, baby.." he whispers softly, his warm breath on your ear. "Missed my pretty girl so much today.. just lay back, hm?"

On a bad night, you're met with guilt trips and cruel words. "I pay for every goddamn thing in this house— if you're not gonna put out— I'll find someone else who'd appreciate the gifts and the lifestyle, got it?"

He's so hot and cold: one minute he's evilly pressuring you into sex, and threatens to cheat— the next he's moaning softly in your ear about how warm and soft you feel, and how nobody else makes him this way.

"You drive me crazy, honey." "You know I love you."

𝓔 — xposed: how much of their heart do they bear to their darling? how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Kevin’s a damn liar. That’s the worst thing about him. Not the coercion, or the love-bombing, or the constant arguing— it’s the lying that’s the worst. You never really know if he’s telling you the truth or just lying to your face again. His vulnerability is either an act or confession and eventually you stopped telling the difference.

“You’re my favourite girl,” Kevin often tells you. You are his favourite. You’re just not his only.

𝓕 — ight: how would they feel if their darling fought back?

Again, Kevin sees you as a pissed off little puppy. Trying to win an argument? In your dreams! Kevin's the type to mock your voice in a high pitched tone, or roll his eyes at every word.

Gaslight. Gaslight. Gaslight.

He wouldn't take too kindly to your empty threats of divorce or leaving him, because he knows you won't. Regardless of if you still love him or not, you love the lifestyle he brings you— and he knows it.

"You set a foot out the door and you won't see a goddamn dime," Kevin's cold tone makes you freeze, his grip on your forearms now painfully tight.

𝓖 — ame: is this a game to them? how much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Kevin would love to see you try. You know Kevin would never let the divorce go through— or he'd make it such a hellish process, you might as well not even try. You hope that maybe spousal abandonment would be enough to be forced to break your bond.

You think you're being sneaky, and this is the one time Kevin allows you slip out from under him; when you steal his car and drive out of New York like you're on fire. Of course you're too distressed to realise that he'll just be able to track his car back down and find you.

He lets you have your two or three days of freedom, thinking you've finally gotten away. Until your motel room is raided down by police officers and you're brought back home.

You glare daggers into Kevin as he plays "concerned-husband" and makes you appear crazy to the cops.

𝓗 — ell: what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

When you first caught him cheating.

It was the typical routine: secret phone calls, paying for motel rooms, getting more jealous over you (projecting). The signs were all there and it absolutely devastated you. You didn't even realise this was just at the beginning.

Of course Kevin was screwing his co-worker: the seductive, headstrong lawyeress with a body like Mariah and a face like Diaz.

The fight that ensued after you caught him was utter hell. You screamed and cried and threw things around— all while Kevin merely shot down your words.

"You made your bed," You wail, as you try to storm past him.

"And I'm begging you to lay with me in it," Kevin blocks your path.

His fake puppy eyes, and guilty face work wonders on your distressed psyche. Your slaps on his chest turn to gripping his shirt, and your vulgar language filled with sadness and heartbreak,

It was so easy. Too easy.

And this was just the beginning of a cycle.

𝓘 — deals: what kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Kevin wants the picture perfect life: rich husband, beautiful wife, beautiful kids, beautiful home. And he wants it with you. Sure he may screw around with the occasional intern and random whore— but that's all they are: a good squeeze. They're not you: his beautiful wife, and his most prized possession.

Kevin wants the nuclear family with you: to see you swollen with a cute little bump, and a baby on your hip. You're his beautiful, dolled up housewife: that's what he wants, and he'll settle for no less.

𝓙 — ealousy: do they get jealous? do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Of course this little hypocrite gets big time jealous. He knows you're stunning, if anything he shows it off. Like a trophy: they can look, they can envy, they can wish for, but they cannot touch you.

When Kevin's jealous, he tends to be in a pissy mood for the rest of the day. He's sort of just quiet and moody, like a bitchy teenager. That's when you find himself buying you a whole bucket load of dresses and clothes in his favorite colors and styles.

He gives you a beautiful "K" necklace to wear, and that brings him some reassurance.

𝓜 — ask: are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

100%. He is so suave and has so much charisma, that has the women swooning and the men in envy. Kevin's the guy everyone wants to be or be with. So it's safe to say, any of your allegations are carelessly discarded.

No way, Kevin Lomax, the senior partner and top lawyer of New York could be a cheating, emotionally abusive bastard you paint him to be.. maybe you're just being dramatic.

𝓝 — aughty: how would they punish their darling? + 𝓞 — ppression: how many rights would they take away from their darling?

Kevin would cut off your connections to your family and friends. Naughty girls don't get to go out with their loved ones, do they? He wants to make sure you realise how dependent you are on him— that he'll make you go crazy with isolation before you finally beg him for attention— something to stop your sanity from snapping.

He'll also take away your financial resources. Of course the rich culture is that the husband works, while the wife plays. There'll be no more playing for you, until you learn to behave. He cuts off your credit cards and source of income. You want something? New dress? New shoes? Beg him nicely, on your knees.

He punishes you in the most degrading ways. Spanking you, fucking your face, or edging you till you're a sobbing mess and begging for his forgiveness. Until your skin is covered in handprints and his cum, he won't think you're sorry.

𝓠 — uit: if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He'd never truly move on if you somehow slip through his fingers. Whether Milton manages to push you to suicide or you manage to run away for good: he would be devastated.

Sure, he'd get re-married in the next year for the sake of his image: but Kevin's never going to love another woman the way he loved you. He's an evil bastard, he knows.. but that doesn't change his feelings for you.

First thing the tabloids will notice is how eerily similar his new wife looks to you. The same hair, the same clothes, even the same perfume he liked you wearing. He'll pretend he's over you.

He doesn't need you.

He'll move on.

He doesn't want you, is what he thinks as he pounds into a cheap hooker, his eyes shut, pretending it's you creaming around his cock.

𝓡 — egret: would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? would they ever let their darling go?

Kevin's felt guilty once. When you first got pregnant. At the time your marriage was on the brink of survival, and he's just cheated and been caught for the millionth time— so seeing you sitting in the bathroom, quietly crying to yourself over a pregnancy test, tugs at his heartstrings. You're officially trapped with him forever.

Seeing you so upset and devastated over what should be the happiest moment of your lives makes him feel shame for once.

He wants you to be happy.. he does.

But he's just too selfish for that.

𝓢 — tigma: what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He has always been very entitled. Working in the courtroom and having 64 straight convictions really boosted his ego to the roof. He believes he's owed you. He's a winner, and you're his prize.

Doesn't help that he has Milton Satan constantly in his ear, pushing him to straight debauchery. You can thank Kevin's father for his son's constant persistence.

𝓣 — ears: how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Funnily enough, Kevin doesn't really enjoy seeing you cry. He's not one for dacryphilia, and if anything it's a turn off. Sure he loves seeing you scream and be pissed at him, he loves a fiesty parter. But seeing you sob and whimper, your big pretty eyes all wet and full of tears just makes him deflate.

He doesn't want you to isolate yourself. Be pissed. Be angry. Be mean. But take it out on him— it gets him rock hard.

𝓥 — ice: what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Like the previous letter, I think Kevin seeing you cry would be somewhat of a weakness. It won't make him fold every single time, but trust that it can at a good time.

That's the only time you'll hold power over him: not when you're threatening to leave, or call the cops or berating him. But when you're like a wounded kitten— sad and detached from him. He hates it.

"Oh honey, don't break my big ol' heart like this," he coaxes you out from under the blanket, his hand gently stroking your head. "Let me see that pretty smile.. please?"

𝓦 — it's end: would they ever hurt their darling?

No, not physically. Kevin's gonna pull that "real men don't hit their women" card. Sure.. he's a cheating, lying, selfish, manipulative prick— but he won't put his hands on you.

He's already hurting you with the lying and the emotional blackmail, and that's enough.

𝓧 — oanon: how much would they revere or worship their darling? to what length would they go to win their darling over?

He goes to any length to fulfill your materialistic desires. He'll take you to all the best parties, the best restaurants, the best stores— anything for his pretty little thing. Happy wife, happy life, right?

𝓨 — oanon: how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Kevin hardly considers pining over anyone. One wink and drink usually does the trick. But he's so intrigued by you— whether you're just painfully shy and embarrassed or playing hard to get— you've certainly caught his eye.

He pines over you for a few months, at most a year, before he's practically losing patience with you. But trust he won't let two years go by unless it's with his ring on your finger.

𝓩 — enith: would they break their darling?

No. Shockingly, Kevin doesn't want to break you. He doesn't want you to become a shell of yourself. He loves your fire, your tears, your sadness— everything that makes you, you. If he wanted a mindless bimbo, he'd hire another escort.

He loves you, deep down in his black, devilish heart— and he wouldn't change a thing about you. Don't worry your pretty little head about that.

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batneko · 1 year

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bowuigi love spell idea

Some wannabe Big Bad got it in their head that the reason Mario is so successful is he's got the Ultimate Sidekick in his own brother. What better way to defeat him than to kidnap Luigi and cast an elaborate unbreakable love spell on him? Romantic love will beat brotherly love, right??? (No.)

Obviously this doesn't go well, Mario rushes to Luigi's rescue and beats the snot out of the villain along the way. But it just so happens that one of the many complicated components of the spell was stolen from Bowser, and he barges in to get it back just as the spell is reaching its peak.

Nobody notices what happened at first. Luigi is so happy to be rescued that he thinks he's just feeling especially grateful to Bowser, even though his help was accidental. On their way out Bowser finally sees the magic circle on the floor and the items placed at various points and mutters "isn't this a waxing moon heart prison?"

Later, when Luigi is lying in bed wide awake thinking about Bowser of all people, he remembers that Bowser had known the name of the spell. No need to worry Mario about this. Surely if Luigi just... asks nicely? (And he really wants to see Bowser too, that's a bonus.)

Bowser thinks the situation is hilarious, but doesn't hesitate to help Luigi when he asks. Unfortunately he's lost track of the book he read the spell in (Luigi politely doesn't ask why he was reading about love spells in the first place) and can't remember all the details. They search the castle but find nothing.

Luigi comes back a week later. They do some more searching, try out a couple curse-breaking methods. Nothing. Bowser offers to let Luigi come back again, and finally Luigi asks why Bowser is being so nice about all this.

"I know what it's like to love someone who doesn't love you back. Wouldn't wish that on anybody."

So Luigi comes back the next week. And the next. And the next. At one point he accidentally refers to it as "date night" and Bowser laughs at him but starts calling it that too.

It's nice spending time with Bowser like this. It's REALLY nice. Sure, the feelings are artificial, but that doesn't stop him from feeling them. Having Bowser's attention, making him laugh... it feels good. Luigi almost forgets he's trying to STOP feeling this way.

It goes on for months, until finally one day, after one more failed curse-breaking attempt, Bowser asks, "What if it never works?" "I'll leave you alone," Luigi says. "I'll get out of your hair for good." "Would that be so bad?" Bowser asks. "Is it really so AWFUL being in love with me?" "No..." Luigi admits. "But you deserve someone who loves you for who you are." "You're the only one who thinks that and that's just because you're cursed," Bowser says. "I mean it. Not just because of the curse, I don't think there's anybody who doesn't deserve to have somebody love them." "Then stay," Bowser says. "Be that somebody." Luigi finally realizes what Bowser's saying... what he's been hinting at for weeks, actually, and Luigi refused to see it. "I could be good to you," Bowser says softly. "I could make you so happy." Luigi gets up and leaves without a word.

It's the hardest thing he's ever done, but he tells himself it's for the best. What if the spell does break one day? He'll stop loving Bowser and shatter his heart. And even if that doesn't happen, it's not good for Bowser to settle for artificial love.

So Luigi goes straight to Mario (okay, after ice cream and a cry sesh) and tells him... most of the truth. He lets Mario believe that Bowser has been annoyed with the situation this whole time. Mario knows a lot of people who know a lot of people, so one quest later they've finally found an Old Master Wizard who remembers the spell.

"Just wait it out," the guy says. "Don't make any rash decisions, and you'll be good in a month." "...what." "Yeah the waxing moon heart prison only lasts until the moon is in the same phase it was when it was cast, then you've gotta top it up." "Is... it possible to top the spell up by accident?" "Not a chance, it's nearly as complicated as casting it the first time. Don't worry! You'll be back to normal in four weeks."

It's been four MONTHS. And Luigi never noticed his feelings changing... much. They seemed to go from infatuation to something deeper but he can't remember when exactly.

Did he fall in love with Bowser for real?

Did he break Bowser's heart by leaving for nothing?

On the way back Mario keeps staring at Luigi, waiting for an explanation, but Luigi can't give him one. He shakes Mario off before they reach home and makes a beeline for Bowser's castle.

It takes a lot of apologizing before Bowser will see him, and even after explaining that the spell has been broken for a long time now Bowser still doesn't seem interested in anything Luigi has to say. So Luigi gives a big flowery speech about all the things he likes about him while Bowser glares in silence, but at last Luigi ends it with, "I love you."

It's the first time he's actually said those words. He's talked about "the love spell" and "my feelings," but he's never said "I love you" to Bowser's face.

Bowser picks him up and kisses him.

"I love you too." "Oh! Great." "It's gonna be a while before I can remember that it's not magic making you love me." "I understand." "So you'll need to tell me. A lot." "I can do that!" Luigi says.

He's got a lot of time to make up for.

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ridreamir · 4 months

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If you're still taking requests, could I ask for some general HCs for Kieran and maybe Drayton that take place at bb academy? If not feel free to ignore this :)

A/N: Hey! Yeah of course! I'm struggling to write the Kieran fic because I think I'm way in over my head (I'm freezin' up lol the pressure to figure it out is getting to me) so I guess I can take a break and write some headcanons instead!

I'll write for 'em both, but it's post-DLC, I hope you don't mind! Potential spoilers ahead!

These ones are a little silly in retrospect! I did em fast too, so I hope they're not too bad :p

Kieran's secretly your top fan. Not that you notice because there's no way he'd let you catch him, but he's literally dropped what he was doing to run to the entrance of the academy because your name was announced over the intercom. If you're having a match he'll actually full speed sprint to through the school just to be there, but any time you look over he instinctively hides, flush with embarrassment. You don't come and visit him in his dorm room often since you're on such different schedules, but he's had to flip over his pinboard and hide his piles of notes because they're all about you and trying to understand your strategies and, well, other things... His sister won't stop bugging him about it 'bein' weird', but she knows he's flat obsessed with trying to figure you out! The league club has a social media that posts all of your recent matches, and he's had to beg Carmine to show him how to use the phone app because he's new to having a smart phone and Arceus does he have to watch every single one. He didn't even want a phone until now, but he can't believe he's been missing out all this time. No wonder everyone has one of these things! She was reluctant, but it's Kiki after all... It should be fine, right? Well... that was before all the pinboards and sticky note nonsense that looks straight out of a detective movie or something. He's the type to not like posts because he's scared of what you might think, but accidentally hit the heart button on a match from like a month ago. He definitely drops his phone on his face and panics, trying to undo it as fast as he can. Little does he realize that it's actually Lacey who's in charge of the social media account and not you, and also that she can see who's the most active on the page.

She thinks it's cute, and since she loves cute things, she's letting it be for now. She's always giggling and hiding her smile when he pops into the clubroom to check and see if you're there. Most of the time though he ends up running off before he can say hi because he doesn't want to talk to Drayton.

Since he's gotten the phone he hasn't stopped checking it and he smiles like an idiot any time he thinks he's alone. (News flash, he's really bad at hiding what he's doing. Like he could be in the middle of the cafeteria where everyone sees him watching your battles back to back like they're a tv series.) The only reason nobody really thinks much of it is because you're practically a celebrity and not even just in the Academy but, like, big time. And Kieran is probably one of the only people to not know because he's been so chronically offline. You act so low-key, talking to someone like him like he's just, just another person that it's shocking news to find out that the whole world has probably heard your name by now! As in, his (best?) friend!! (Friend??) It gets kind of annoying now how people follow you around asking to take photos with you like you're some kind of, of tourist attraction and not a person! But there's only one thing that's worse, and it's-

"Hey bud, ready to battle?" Drayton! Kieran's... Kieran's... worst nightmare!! Drayton's gotten really buddy-buddy with you over the time that Kieran and Carmine were on break, and he's not happy about it. Unfortunately for him, Drayton's all too aware of Kieran's contempt and loves to push his buttons. As if calling him "Ex-Champ" all the time wasn't enough, you've been helping him with his homework and sparring together every day! What he wouldn't do for you to spend that much time with him...

And it grinds his gears how often Drayton nudges you or ruffles your hair like you're some sort of pet, though you never see the way their pupils shrink at the sight of each other. Kieran here, hiding behind whatever he can to stay out of sight and Drayton who knows that he's there and makes direct eye contact with him. It's infuriating the way his smile quirks just a little when he catches Kieran spying.

As if he's saying look all you want, look at what you can't have.

And Kieran takes that as a challenge.

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braxlrose · 10 months

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YALL???? THE V LINE?! OH MY GOD IM CUMMING

✮ summary: you and Bill were making out when you finally take it to the next level

cw: p in v sex, oral (f and m recieving), kissing, swearing, dirty talk, cum eating, nipple play, smut, fingering, bill ooc?? idrk, hickies, bills experienced lmao 💀, reader is a virgin but still knows some stuff

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You and Bill had been dating for a couple months now and it has been amazing. He was so sweet and kind. And crazy hot. You two met at a music festival and he was in love w/ you the second he saw you. Like I've mentioned before, Bill believes in love at first sight.

Everything had been so great, he brought you out to restaurants and you hung out w/ him and the band whenever you could and they all loved you. Tom and you became really good friends since you were dating his brother. You couldn't imagine anything better. You had other boyfriends before Bill but nobody was like him. He was the greatest boyfriend you could ever ask for.

Whenever you were tense from whatever he would always lay you down and give you massages, or if you were hungry he'd bring you out to get food. If he didn't have a lot of money you two would stop at McDonald's and order a bunch of stuff. He loves kissing you.

He's so good at it, I can't even explain it. His lips are so soft and he always knows where to kiss your neck to make you feel so good.

Which is what led to this.

You and Bill were in his hotel room making out. He had already taken your shirt and pants off so you were just laying there in your bra and panties. He got you specially made ones that say his name because it makes him go feral. Honestly, he wants his name tattooed on your body. To show everybody you're his. Bill isn't the confrontational possessive type, but he likes, no loves the idea of everybody knowing you're his and only his.

"You look so sexy.." he whispers to you, kissing down your jawline and nibbling on your earlobe, "..look so fucking good underneath me." You lean your head back and move your hair out of the way as he finds your sweet spot.

"Bill~..god s'good...you're always so good." You run your fingers through his hair and close your eyes, "I never wanna leave this moment, never ever. You..oh god-" he bites down on your neck.

"Mmm..found it.." you can feel him smirking against your neck, sucking harder and harder. Your breathing becomes harsher and your thighs squeeze together. It doesn't take long for bill to notice.

"Awh..you want me to touch you? Hmm? Come on schatz, tell me where you want me to touch you." He stops sucking on your neck and instead brings his face right in front of yours so you two are both staring into eachothers eyes, "I know you can do it.." he whispers, placing a little kiss on your nose and running his finger tips down your cheek.

"You know where..you asshole." You reply, biting down on your lip and running your hands up his chest.

"Oh but I wanna hear it..come on? Can't you do that for me?" You look up at him with puppy dog eyes as he speaks. He speaks so sensually, it's practically addicting. His voice is so sexy and oh god..the way he's looking at you is making you melt. You lean in closer to him until you lips are almost pressed together and look him straight in the eyes.

"I want you to suck on my clit and fuck me dumb until I can't think of anything but you.." he just smirked at you and started to kiss down your chest.

"Can I take this off?" He looks up at you, playing with the clip of your bra. All you do his nod as he snaps it off and tosses it to the other side of the room. He keeps kissing around your breasts, squeezing and nibbling on them until he reaches your nipples. They're so pretty..so beautiful. He places little kitten licks on them as he looks up at you. Your lip is on the verge of bleeding from how hard your biting down. Bill stretches his arm up to your face and caresses your cheek to get your attention. You look down at him as he smiles at you.

"Let them hear you...it doesn't matter to me." He mumbles, biting down on your nipple. You gasp and lean your head back. Moans come dripping out of your mouth like honey.

After a couple minutes, he trailed his kisses down to your stomach and finally to your core. He could feel your heat through your panties. But Bill's a little asshole. He couldn't help but tease you. Especially since you sound so pretty.

He kissed down you thighs as more and more moans rolled off your tongue. Leaving hickies all over them. That was gonna hurt like a bitch in the morning. His fingers traveled up your body like an angels finger tips, just barely touching you. He was such a fucking tease.

After his awful; sexy and hot, teasing, he pulled down your panties and placed little kisses on your cunt before sucking on your clit. Your body jolted as he sucked on all of your bursting nerves down there. It had felt like nothing before. You've tried to do it yourself but it never felt as good as this. Never felt as good as bill.

"That feel good? Tell me how good it feels schatzi." He mumbled against your clit, swirling his tongue in figure eights and slowly slipping one finger into you. He finger fucked you so good. He did everything good.

"S'good bill, making me feel s'good," you gasp as he moves his mouth down to your hole and shoves his tongue in, "Augh! Bill!" Your breathing becomes heavier and heavier and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release as he presses harshly against your clit with his thumb. Tears form on your waterline. He was so good with you. So sweet, so sexy, so perfect. You don't know how you got so lucky to be with someone like him. He fucked your hole with his tongue and gripped your thighs like his life depended on it.

"Bill...fuck..I think I'm getting close. S'close." Those gushing tears dripped down your cheeks as you finally came. Your breathing was uneven and your eyes felt all glossy. You couldn't see much besides bill licking up what dripped out of you. You could feel him rising up and kissing you all the lips.

"You taste so good..wanna taste yourself hmm?" He asked you, slipping his tongue past your swollen lips as you nodded like the dumb slut you are. He ran his fingers up your neck and through into your hair. He closed his eyes and pushed his crotch closer to yours.

"This isn't fair." You muttered to him, stopped the kiss.

"What isnt?" He asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You looked up at him and pouted.

"I'm completely naked, and your still dressed. I wanna see something too y'know." He looked into your eyes and started laughing. God, his laugh was so cute and sexy. He sat up, now sitting against you and his crotch pushing against your now uncovered cunt as he peeled off his shirt. You bit your lip gazing at him. He was super jacked, but he had visible muscles. Sexy muscles...

Your eyes followed down to his crotch. His cock was so hard and you could see the wet spot where pre-cum had come out of. His dick looked huge. I mean, you knew he was big..but my god. You reached your hand down to lightly glide over his dick.. "s'pretty." You mumbled to yourself causing bill to smile down at you.

"You got condoms?" He asked, still smiling and looking down at you. You nodded and pointed to the drawer next to you.

"In there." He leaned over and opened up the drawer. He ripped off one from the 6 pack you had and sat back up. He was about to rip it open before you stopped him. You looked up at his big, brown eyes and pulled yourself up to have your faces closer to eachother.

"I wanna taste you too.." his eyes widened as you spoke.

"Are you sure..?" He looked at you with some worry on his face, "you don't have to if you don't want to. I don't want to make you feel like you need to so-" you shushed bill and kissed him on his lips.

"I want to...please bill?" You kissed him again, this time now rubbing his cock with your hands, "please let me suck your cock?" A big smile grew on his face as he got off of you and sat on the edge of the bed. You got down on your knees and sat in front of him. You brought your hands up to his jeans the pulled them down his legs before they were completely off. You began to kiss up his thighs as he gripped the sheets of the bed. You looked so beautiful. It didn't matter if you two were throwing mud at eachother or doing the dirtiest, sluttiest thing alive. You always looked so sweet and beautiful in his eyes.

You finally reached his crotch and pulled down his boxers. His dick sprung out of his boxers and almost hit you in the face. His eyes widened in horror.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?! I'm so sorry." You just looked up at him and laughed, which made him laugh. "I'm okay bill..don't worry." You said to him, slowly picking up his dick and wrapping your hands around it. You slowly began sucking on the tip which made his head fall backwards and his eyes roll to the back of his head. The more you sucked the more his moans got higher and higher. Then you slowly took your lips off his dick and spit into your hands. You began to pump his dick and slowly bring his cock into your mouth. Putting in a bit more than just his tip.

It felt so good. But you were going so. fucking. slow. If it wasn't your first time, and he knew you were okay with it he would've been face fucking you at this point. Bill gripped the sheets as hard as he could to keep himself from grabbing your hair. You could see the veins in his hands popping out, so you sped up your pace and pumped him harder.

"Oh~ fuck..oh mein Gott- Meine liebling..augh.." he was shaking at this point until he finally came. He came in your mouth which you were totally not expecting and ended up choking. Cum dripped from out of your mouth onto the ground as you coughed. Bill took notice and grabbed tissues. "Shit! I'm so sorry..I didn't even realize." You licked your lips and smiled up at him.

"It's okay bill..I'm okay. Was it good?" You asked, standing up and wiping your chin. He nodded fast and kisses your lips. Bill then laid you down on the hotel bed and grabbed the condom.

"You ready?" He muttered to you while putting on the condom. You took a deep breath in and held his hands.

"Yeah I'm ready, go ahead." He kissed your forehead and aligned his dick up with your pussy. Then slowly pushed himself in. You squealed at the feeling and gasped. Bill noticed almost immediately and looked up at you. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Should I pull out?!" You shook your head and pulled him closer. Keep going. You whispered to him and kisses him on his lips. He kept pushing himself into you until he was finally balls deep. He gave you a minute to get used to the feeling and waited for the okay to move. Once you nodded to him, he began to thrust into you. His cock was throbbing and twitching inside of you. I mean what do you expect he's a teenage boy. But God, you felt so amazing. So wet and the way your pussy wrapped around his dick. It's like you were made for him.

So pretty. So gorgeous. All mine. Mine. My pretty. He whispered to you, thrusting deep and hard. You two were holding hands and everything was so messy. Saliva and spit were all over both of your faces as you two kisses. It was perfect and everything you ever dreamed of. He made this so special and perfect for you. You always wanted to wait for the right guy even while tons of girls had been losing their virginity at your age already. Any of the guys you dated before were nothing compared to bill. Bill was your everything. Crazy. That was crazy considered you two are only been together for a few months but that didn't matter. You two hadn't said I love you yet but you knew you did. There was no possible way you couldn't love him. He was your soul mate..and you were his.

A/N: I hope you liked this!!! Ty so much for all the support you guys have given me so far, this has been so amazing. IM SO BAD AT ENDINGS IM SORRY LMFAO

#tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel smut #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #smut #fluff #bill kaulitz being sexy as hell #2007 bill kaulitz #2006 bill kaulitz #yall i guess this was before he got his star tattoo #damn #thats crazy #tokio hotel fanfics #tokio hotel edits #bill kaulitz edits

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dinas-a-bird · 1 year

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Prove it

Pairing: Ellie Williams x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, fingering r!receiving, pet-name (pretty girl, good girl, princess), top!Ellie, bottom!reader, mean!Ellie, I apologize in advance for the whole Jesse thing (I swear I love him), modern AU

Summary: You prove to Ellie that you're not scared.

Word Count: 1,478

A/N: I hate this- Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

You had always considered yourself to be a "good girl". You studied hard, followed the rules, and rarely strayed from the straight and narrow. But as soon as you saw her at the party, you knew that everything was about to change.

The girl in question is sitting on a couch, surrounded by a cloud of smoke. She has a tattoo scaling up her right arm, her eyes a bright green that seem to glow in the dim light. As soon as she sees you, she smirks and beckons you over with a nod of her head. You shake your your in turn, but her smirk only grows. You see her pat the spot next to her. You hesitate, but in the end curiosity wins and you walk over and sit down next to her.She says nothing.

"What?" you say.

"I thought you might want a joint. Will even give you the pretty girl discount if you're nice." She smirks at you pulling a joint out of her bag. "Want to try it?"

"I've never smoked before." You glance down at the joint in her hands.

"What mommy and daddy going to be mad that you're smoking at a college party?" She jokes. The lean girl lights the joint and takes a long drag.

"I don't know if I'd even like that," looking down at the joint your mind races. Nobody would care if I just took one hit right? My parents would never have to find out.

The auburn haired girl holds the joint out to you, "Last chance for the pretty girl discount," a smirk plays on her lips. You hesitate for a moment before taking the joint from her. She smiles. You feel your throat burn as you take the first puff, for a moment you feel like the world is spinning.

"You okay?" She asks. You nod, the pain slowly subsides and you feel lightheaded. You look up and find yourself met with her green eyes.

"I'm Ellie by the way," she takes the joint from your fingers and presses it against her own lips, inhaling deeply.

"y/n."

She takes a long puff and exhales, staring at the ceiling. "What's a pretty girl like you doing at a frat party like this, y/n?"

You shrug. "My boyfriend, Jesse, he brought me."

"Oh, how sweet. Yet here you are, smoking with me." Ellie takes another hit, looking over at you. "You're the prettiest girl here. Why are you with some jock?" Ellie looks at you a small glint of something you can't quite place flashing in her eyes.

You are about to respond when she cuts you off. "You should be with someone better than some pussy thirsty jock." She looks at you and meets your eyes.

You feel your cheeks heat up, "what?"

"I'm just saying. I don't know why you're with him." Ellie takes another hit before handing the joint back to you. You take a long drag, starting to enjoy the feeling of the smoke filling your lungs.

"He's good for me." You retort, putting the joint back in her hand.

"Y'know what I think y/n. I think you're scared. Scared of not being seen as miss perfect, so you trot around with your pretty little jock boyfriend." She leans closer to you, you can feel her hot breath against your face.

"I'm not scared." You try.

"Bullshit." She scoffs, taking a drag on the joint. "You're scared, but that's okay, I can change that."

You turn to look at Ellie, who is now staring at you with her tongue wetting her bottom lip, "I'm not scared."

"Prove it." Ellie's eyes pierce into your own. You press your lips against hers and for a moment everything seems to fade away. Pulling away from her soon after you look around, trying to see if anyone noticed. Thankfully, it seems that nobody did.

"I can prove it." You say, looking back to her. "I'm not scared."

Ellie stands up and offers her hand, "then come with me if you're so desperate for me to believe you." You hesitantly take Ellie's hand, she pulls you up from the couch, leading you past the drunken party goers and into an empty room upstairs.

Once inside, Ellie looks you over. She is wearing worn blue jeans and a tight black top, which contrasts against her pale skin. She looks at you expectantly.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" She asks.

You stare at her for a moment going over the situation in your head. Hesitantly you nod, "Yes."

Ellie smirks, "take your clothes off for me then pretty girl."

A few seconds pass, before you slowly slip your arms out of your blouse and let it fall to the floor, discarding your pants next to it. You unhook your bra and pull your underwear down your legs, tossing them over into the pile of discarded clothing.

Ellie studies you, her eyes running up and down your body. You feel your cheeks flush as she takes you in. Your wetness coats the inside of your thighs as her hands start palm your breasts. You try to move away from her, but Ellie grabs your shoulders, holding you in place.

"Relax." She whispers in your ear. "I won't hurt you... m'gonna make you feel good." An unwanted whine leaves your lips. Ellie looks up at you with a smirk, "You want that?"

You nod shyly.

"Then relax for me pretty girl, just do what I tell you to ." She whispers again. "Get on the bed for me." Ellie leads you to the bed, and you lay down, looking at her as she takes off her top. Ellie hovers over you, looking down at you with a smirk. "You're so pretty… I'm going to take my time with you." She moves down and you feel your heart race as she bites your bottom lip. You can feel her hand between your legs, which makes you tense. "I thought you said you weren't scared." Ellie looks down at you.

"m’not." You try to say, but she cuts you off.

"Then be good for me." Ellie moves her hand up to your lips, you open your mouth slowly, taking her digits in. Ellie smiles, "Good girl." She slowly fucks your mouth with her fingers. You let out a quiet whine as she does this, until she removes her hand and looks down at you. "You're a good girl aren't you?" Ellie husks. All you can manage is another whine in response. Ellie laughs softly as she moves down to your throat. She begins to suck at your neck, biting gently. You can feel your body tingling as she does this, your hips moving involuntarily, trying to find any friction.

"Patience." Ellie says, pinching your nipple between her fingers harshly. "I'll make you feel good." Ellie pauses, before taking your other nipple in her mouth. She bites and licks at it, making you shiver. Her other hand moves to your pussy, running her middle finger through your folds. Ellie begins to finger you, slowly moving two fingers in and out. You feel your hips begin to move in time with her fingers, your body writhing against the bed as you begin to move towards an orgasm.

"You're so wet for me." She whispers in your ear. "You're going to cum aren't you?" You nod weakly and Ellie stops her fingers, staring down at you. "Not yet princess." Ellie grabs your chin and forces you to look up at her. "I'm going to ruin you for Jesse. You won't be able to look at him without picturing me." She kisses you, her tongue forcing its way into your mouth. You feel her fingers slowly move up to your clit, rubbing it harshly. Ellie begins to pinch it, making you arch your back against the bed.

"Fuck me… please Ellie.” You whimper.

"M'gonna make you mine. Make sure everyone in this house knows who you belong to." You don't have the time to think about the words she just said to you, instead you moan her name as she thrusts her fingers deep inside of you. Your body tenses, as you begin to cum. Your hips buck against the bed, your head spinning as Ellie continues to fuck you through your orgasm. Your breathing slows, until Ellie's hand stops, her fingers slowly exiting you.

"You'll be mine soon enough." Ellie smirks, before leaning down and kissing you. After she pulls away she grabs her shirt off the ground, pulling it over her head. "Maybe, next time I'll let you return the favor," She winks at you before walking out of the room, closing the door behind her.

You're left in the dark room, mind racing, you know you should be wanting to get back down to your boyfriend, confess to what happened, but all you think about are her last words, next time.

#ellie williams smut #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x female y/n #female y/n #female reader #reader insert #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams #mean ellie #smut #dinas-a-bird #tlou2 fanfic #tlou2 #tlou fanfiction #fanfiction

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eluxcastar · 4 months

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idk if we're meant to req this way but Pantalone Dottore and Capitano (separate) with #6?? please we're starving out here ri

Opening up to their s/o

── ୨୧：pantalone, il dottore, il capitano x reader (separate)

୨୧﹑synopsis :: more of this prompt more comfort drabbles spins

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff but I would maybe not call it straight fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, literally none of these people effectively communicate, kinda vague on purpose

୨୧﹑words :: 1.3k

Opening up for the first time.

is nobody feeding you?? I mean I know I've been slow but anon honey are you ok 😭

sorry this has taken so long as I said medical issues I swear I'm back to not starve you I've been thinking of this since I received it actually because you said you're starving. to everyone else, I'm getting off my ass

prompt list

── ୨୧：pantalone

Pantalone is not typically emotional. He is prone to fronts and lies, and he is not enthusiastic about the idea of sharing his feelings with you. It's not in his nature to be emotional, though Pantalone feigns such things and uses it to hide things from you. Playful with you each time you question him, he'll evade it and convince you, to his satisfaction, that everything is fine.

You hardly believe him, as is the case with many of the things he says. His well-crafted exterior hardly masks his stress once caught off guard, crushed under the pressure of maintaining the image of a well-groomed and high-class businessman.

The people he associates with disgust him, as do their actions and worldviews. They were raised in a world of glamour and decadence where he's belittled, new money in a sea of people living off of old money. It never seems to get to Pantalone until it does; the outbursts of anger are what follow. It's fine, he always says. He just needed a moment.

But nothing will ever be enough, he realises, your arms so inviting as you stand by the chair at his desk, running your hands through his hair, only a month after you made it official you were dating. Pantalone's poker face was pretty while it lasted, but his messier sides were always lurking just around the corner. To hold his head in your arms and console him through his pent-up anger is therapeutic to him, a labour of love for you.

His composure is fragile at times as he dances on the occasionally very thin line between put together and on the verge of smashing his wine glass in frustration right in front of an acquaintance. It's certainly not pretty, and he makes his fingers hurt at times from how hard he fights to refrain from doing it, but it keeps the very thing he works so hard for—his reputation.

Pantalone got so far, but it still amounts to nothing, even when he's the wealthiest man in the world. Nothing matters in the face of a reputation lingering, a poor man pretending to be rich, new money already too big for his britches. You don't care about his reputation, and you're not caught up in appearances. He likes that.

He likes how you laugh as you tell him that's junk, rich people crap, aristocratic bullshit. It feels comforting, like home to laugh his problems off as the pettiness of others. It's nice to let go of such a serious outlook.

── ୨୧：il dottore

Dottore's idea of sharing with you very much involves deflecting, avoiding and dancing around the many problems in his life, not eager to rely on a person when he could solve the issue himself. If you never need to know, you never start worrying and never dwell on it. He never has to face the problem properly.

For small things, that doesn't seem so strange. Dottore can quickly move on without them bothering him too much because that's the natural way of dealing with minor inconveniences, short of being ironically dramatic. Something goes wrong, and he can solve it within fifteen minutes. It's like water off a duck's back. Other times, Dottore will wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, and his greatest worry is how to make sure he doesn't wake you up as he slips out of bed.

No matter how often you tell Dottore to tell you what's wrong, he tries to assure you it's nothing, insignificant or a temporary setback. It's not that, as evidenced by his troubled face. It doesn't shake his lies. He'll run off and try to fix it all himself just as he always has, previously stemming entirely from the fact he had to, now purely by habit. If it ain't broke, don't fix it (it's broke).

So to hear him open up is…strange, though you are used to long-winded rambles reminiscent of a raving madman. He talks quickly sometimes and expects you to follow to the best of your abilities. Whether you can or not is another question. It is different, tired and spent from a day of hard work, hands raking through his messy blue hair as words fall from his lips as quickly as they enter his mind, barely coherent sentences of every inconvenience big and small he faced.

In a way, he hopes it's so hurried and jumbled you'll hardly catch half of it, though you sit by his side and debate between rubbing his back and not startling him with the sudden touch. It feels like the release of every little thing he bottled up overflows, and he doesn't want to speak once he settles, quiet. He looks at you with such exhaustion in his eyes, and you touch your hands to his face with as much caution as you can muster. He lets out a sigh the closest filled with the closest to relief he can get.

It is not perfect; he is an imperfect man. But it is his first step, and he can be nurtured.

── ୨୧：il capitano

Capitano doesn't intentionally hide things at a glance. He's usually very open with what he says, but some things slip his mind, and he's hardly keen on speaking from an emotional standpoint. Everything is objective, a piece of news and not a conversation about what happened. Someone fell down a ravine. What happened? They died. And his reaction? It happens all the time.

Objectively, that measure is correct, but it ignores the fact that people are people. He never wants to acknowledge being part of something because Capitano can tell you things without needing to. You notice it but avoid bringing it up, wondering maybe if that's just how he copes with it all. The years of death and bloodshed will weigh down on him, but if he doesn't bring it up to you, he'll have a reprieve to retreat to.

It's not good enough, but people never are. Everyone has their vice, and perhaps Capitano's vice is separating himself from who he is in battle once he returns home.

He never had a single point at which everything came crashing down, and the world felt bleak, but a series of small moments where Capitano let it slip that he mourned each loss with unimaginable care. Capitano remembers their names and keeps items to memorialise them. Somehow, that's not unthinkable with the way he keeps his regiment running like a well-oiled machine, every person there to better it in some way. He picked those people by hand.

Capitano paces when he thinks. He paces more than usual around the room in circles on a particularly rough night. He suffered a great setback, as it was put. You try everything you can think of to get through to him, from asking him to talk to you to telling him to sit down. He insists on just being preoccupied.

Coincidentally, that gets you the furthest as he tries to push you away with excuses.

He's preoccupied. Why? He had a difficult mission. What happened? People died. And? And what? There shouldn't be more, yet it unravels, the loose thread of his stoic composure suddenly coming apart. He knew them by name; it hurt to lose them, and he wishes to personally deliver their belongings to their families as soon as possible. That's it. That's enough for him to curl up on the couch and quietly accept that you finally got him to say something and that it was pleasant to have it be less of a burden to carry such things.

#♡ — anon visit.#✦ — headcanons.#pantalone #pantalone x reader #dottore #il dottore #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #capitano #il capitano #capitano x reader #il capitano x reader

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aibloomie · 1 year

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KISSING XIAO UNTIL HE FALLS ASLEEP <3 (just pretend he actually sleeps and dreams shh)

ft: xiao x gn!reader

→ just pure and wholesome kissing, not really nsfw <33 this is funny to me because I literally just wrote a headcanon acknowledging the fact he DOESN'T sleep but it's okay. just had the need to write these before heading off to sleep, I better dream of him istg

the passion xiao held for you was unlike any other. his dilated pupils were a dead give away, paired with the way he looked at you as if you were the only living being that mattered. the manner in which he held you was enough to make butterflies stir within your stomach, hell it made you unable to think straight in the middle of the night when you would reminisce such intimate moments.

nothing and nobody would ever be able to replicate the way he made you feel. but as if you weren't already hooked enough, the adeptus himself was even more infatuated with you. he could no longer hide his overwhelming feelings for you. and how could he when all he could think about from morning until night was you? he would always be mesmerized by you, no matter if he was sent to entirely different reality plane from you. he simply could— and would, never be able to get enough of you.

he made that abundantly clear as his hands carefully explored up and down your torso and his lips moved flawlessly in sync with your own. you placed your hands on his chest to stabilize yourself as you pulled back to catch your breath.

the shiny gloss accentuating your swollen lips due to his kisses was enough to drive him insane. "you're breathtaking." he commented, lifting your chin up so he could look you in the eye.

you broke out into a smile, "yeah? I could say the same to you seeing as I'm having a hard time breathing just from kissing you." you pulled in for a short kiss and your next words were spoken in a whisper, "not that I'm complaining though."

under the beautiful illumination of the moonlight, you managed to see the flustered expression that xiao had from your tone of voice. thank god he wasn't standing or else his knees would feel weak. he responded by clutching onto the cloth of your shirt, his eyes scanning your expression before he buried his face into your neck.

"I can't believe this is actually happening." his warm breath tickled you. he truly believed his feelings for you were unrequited at one point, given how often he had to leave you because of his unavoidable responsibilities. and also considering how cold he had once been towards you, and how difficult it was to get him to open up. but this moment was real, you loved him too, and he was reminded of it by the chills he got whenever you touched him in any way.

xiao felt your fingers start threading through the soft and fluffy strands of his hair. it was like you had reached up and switched the "off" button for his mind, because his head went blank and all he could do was relish your gentle and loving touch.

the hold he had on your shirt slowly began to soften as you continued caressing him. you could feel his soft sighs and muffled incoherent mumbles against your skin, it made you smile because xiao was so incredibly unpredictable and vulnerable when he was truly comfortable. you had managed to get past his tough walls, and finally be able to make him feel safe like he has always done to you.

it took him a while to lift his head up again, he ached to continue kissing you but at the same time he was so comfortable in the warm confines of your arms that he could easily fall asleep against you in seconds. noticing his heavy and tired eyes, you placed your hands on either side of his high and defined cheekbones, brushing your fingers softly to trace them. "sleepy?"

"mmm." he replied, his eyes moving from your eyes and down to your lips in slow and repeated movements. "don't stop though." his voice was quiet, but ever so needy.

with an eager smile, you leaned in and held his face in place so he didn't have to waste energy on controlling his own movements. "it's okay, I'll do the work. you just relax and lay down, okay my love?"

he melted at your words, mumbling out an "okay." you raised your hips up to give him a chance to reposition himself so that he was laying down instead of sitting up against the headboard.

he tried his best to look up at you, but his eyelids were beginning to fail on him. when he felt you inching closer to him. xiao was completely at your disposal, allowing you to do whatever you wanted to him at any given time. he was yours and yours alone. his hands rested on your thighs, using his last energy to gently rub his thumbs against the skin.

being with you truly made him feel as if he was the only other being in the universe aside from you, because you were all he could think about to the point he even dreamed of you every night. perhaps that's why he felt so peaceful about his decision to allow himself to fall asleep— because he knew he'd see you despite whether he was awake or not. he looked forward to the sweet dreams his love for you would spring on.

your one and every kiss felt like silk to him, ever so soft and gentle, but enough to make goosebumps form onto his skin and leave his mind hazy with thoughts of you. he did his best to reciprocate the action, despite his tired state. rather than his heartbeat quickening, it slowed down because he was in complete and utter bliss with you.

"I love you, xiao." your sincere words made the tips of his ears red, and you could feel his cheeks heating up from under your fingertips. you kissed him once again and he could feel you smiling against his lips.

it didn't feel like you were two people kissing each other, but rather two warm souls embracing each other. all it took was for you to land one final kiss onto his forehead for him to finally doze off— waiting until he was in a deep enough sleep to meet you once again in his dreams <3

#genshin x reader #xiao x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #xiao fluff #xiao imagines #genshin imagines

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asturniolos · 5 months

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you too - matt s.

chapter 3 ; waistband

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 4

11:29am

maple syrup by the backseat lovers plays quietly throughout annie's car as we drive back to my apartment from our starbucks brunch.

i told her about my unexpected run-in with the 'matt' boy she told me about, but wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of admitting my attraction to him.

"so he asked for your number? and you seriously believe it was purely so that he could pay for your phone to be fixed?", annie taunts me. "you are so unbelievably naive sometimes, y/n."

i roll my eyes at her and turn up the volume. we're only a few minutes away from my apartment and, as much as i hate to admit it, i can't stop checking my phone hoping for a message from matt. all i can think about is him.

1:14pm

as much as i love winter, sometimes it gets a little too cold. like today.

the second annie dropped me home, i made myself a hot chocolate, got straight in bed, and took a nap for an hour. i woke up to a missed call, crossing my fingers that it was matt. unfortunately, it was just mr bryan asking me if i received the study material he sent me.

now, i'm in the shower attempting to get my mind off matt which, to no surprise, isn't working.

party for two by johnny orlando plays loudly throughout my bathroom and i sing along when the chorus begins-

and i could throw a party

without our friends,

just watch you dance,

and i won’t tell nobody

just you, me and the moon, baby

i squeeze some body wash onto my hand and start lathering myself with it while the song continues. after about a minute i step under the water, closing my eyes and feeling the soap running off my body. my hands slowly trail down my waist, stopping at my hips as the thought of matt slips into my mind. a smile spreads across my face and my eyes remain closed underneath the warm water. i take my hands off of my waist and bring them up to my chest, lightly touching my boobs with the thought of matt still flooding my mind. my fingers make their way down my stomach, hesitating just inches above my pussy. i pull them away, quickly taking a small step back out of the water and opening my eyes.

god. what am i doing? i met this guy just a few hours ago and i'm already imagining him touching me in the shower.

i reach for the tap and turn it all the way off, causing the water to come to a sudden stop. stepping out of the shower, i glance at my reflection in the mirror but can only make out a faint silhouette of myself in the fogged glass. i grab my pink towel off the rack beside me and wrap it tightly around my wet body. my hand reaches for the door handle but i pause when my music stops suddenly. the bathroom falls silent except for the faint drips of water coming from the shower head, followed by a faint ringing coming from my bedroom.

matt?

i swing open the bathroom door and quickly walk to my room to see my phone laying face down on my dresser. taking a deep breath, i walk over and pick the phone up.

unknown number.

i clear my throat and hover my thumb over the answer button for a moment before pressing it.

"hello?"

"hey, is this y/n? it's matt."

his voice sounds even hotter over the phone.

"yeah, hi matt. what's up?"

"what's your address? i can come to yours in ten and give you the money to get your phone fixed if you're free."

i look to my right and see my reflection in my mirror; wet hair, no makeup, and wearing nothing but a towel. there's no way i'm letting matt come to my apartment while i look like this.

i think for a moment before replying,

"can you just venmo me? i'm kinda busy right now."

"busy with..?", he questions.

"just, you know.. assignments and stuff.", i reply.

"if you don't want me to come over you could've just said that, you know."

"no i want you to come over, it's just-"

"you do?", he says, cutting me off.

i hear him let out a light chuckle.

shit.

i say nothing.

"text me your address. i'll be there in 10."

he hangs up.

fuck!

i hear the music on my speaker start playing again as i run to my wardrobe, picking out a pair of bike shorts and the first hoodie i see. then, walking back into my bathroom, i brush my dripping wet hair and twist it up into a claw clip, pulling some strands out at the front. as i spray my deodorant on underneath my hoodie, i hear a message notification ding from my phone. i sit the deodorant on the bathroom counter and rush back into my room. matt again.

*unknown number*: address?

i quickly type my address and apartment number into my phone and press send. he reads it instantly and doesn't reply.

i turn my phone off and throw it onto my bed before pulling open my makeup drawer and taking out my mascara and favourite clear gloss and applying them both.

matt's pov

all i can hear is the loud taps of the heavy afternoon rain pelting down on the roof of my car as i speed down the highway as fast as i can. ever since running into y/n on the way to my lecture this morning, i've been dying to know more about her. as guilty as i feel for smashing her phone, a part of me is so glad that it happened considering i'm now on my way to her apartment.

mansion by lil skies starts playing through my car's speakers and i instantly reach over, turning the volume up and leaning back further in my seat. as the song begins, i can't help but imagine y/n's hands wrapped around my dick, slowly moving up and down while i drive. i let a deep breath out, feeling myself getting horny at the thought of her making me cum. as my car comes to a stop at a red light, i take my left hand off the wheel and lightly rub my dick through my black nike sweats. i bite my lip at the feeling and tilt my head back in pleasure, closing my eyes and moaning softly to myself.

the car behind me honks loudly, causing me to focus my attention back on the road and at the now green light.

fuck, what am i doing.

i put my hand back on the wheel and keep driving.

after about five more minutes, i finally begin pulling into the street that y/n's apartment is on. i take my left hand off of the wheel and place it on my lap. my head quickly shoots downward when i feel my boner through my sweats.

"shit."

after putting the car in park i slightly pull down my sweats and then reach into my boxers, grabbing my dick and tucking it underneath my waistband to hide it. for a moment i consider putting the car in drive and going home to do something about it, but the thought of missing out on seeing y/n again outweighs it.

i step out of my car and nervously walk up a few flights of stairs, and before i know it i'm standing face to face with her apartment door.

a/n ; hopefully this chapter is a little more interesting than the first two- next chapter will be out tomorrow, which does have some smut !! tysm for readinggg 💌

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #smut #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo smut

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decolonize-the-left · 3 months

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What is there left to learn?

All you need to know of any good branch of leftism is that self determination and freedom is above everything.

We stand against so much because so much has been created to get in the way of that.

Money often gets in the way by imposing literal pay walls to basic needs so we oppose it. Racism gets in the way when racist gatekeepers prevent POC from receiving equal care, equal service, and equal access to resources so we oppose it. The same goes for all the other -isms and bigotries such as misogyny and homophobia.

Human beings come in all shapes, sizes, colors, sexualities, and genders. We are beautifully diverse this way, it's literally human nature.

And so we must learn to live and accept people different from ourselves.

Nobody has more rights or humanity than anyone else. Nobody has the right to enforce their own determinations and truths on anyone else. There is no singular way of being that is Right or makes you more deserving than the rest, that gives you the right to control others because it's just such a Good way of living. There never will be.

There is no natural way to determine what a good, deserving human looks like. And that's why leftism supports and hears all oppressed people.

Every single excuse and method that attempts to control/feel superior are all social constructs. Ex:

You're rich, fiscally responsible and think you're better than others? Money isn't natural, it's barely even real. It's something that some human made up one day to feel better than the others. It may as well be called pixie dust. And without it you're just like the rest of us.

Being White didn't mean anything before some human decided they could gain self esteem by reducing the perceived worthiness of Black and Brown ppl. Without made-up ideas of race you're just like the rest of us, made of the same hunger and thirst and love as we are.

Cis and Trans or Gay and straight are just different ways for humans to be born and exist. Some people like their bodies, some don't. Some people kiss the same sex, some dont. You aren't superior for being cis or only kissing one sex. You won't get a trophy for denying the kind of human you are or for making others feel bad about the kind of human they are either.

There is no natural test for superiority in humans because human superiority is unnatural. For any of us.

The only measure of being Better than others was how much better you were at being a community member; how much you contributed to the betterment of your peers. You didn't brag about being white, you bragged about how you killed so many deer that your people certainly will Not be starving.

We were born to share this planet and our only ACTUAL job is to take care of each other and the planet in whatever way we can. It's the only thing we've ever owed each other.

Racism, ableism, colonization, capitalism, white supremacy, genocide, Nazis, Zionists, etc.

These are not concepts that deserve to be kept alive. Anything that makes you hate someone else or makes you feel more Worthy than someone else has no place in the future.

I say all this because I feel like I'm beating a dead horse on this blog so often. I really do try to stay educational and focus on solidarity. But there's only so much that words can do without action.

And words without action are as good as dust in the wind.

I love this blog, but I'm long over this. We need to act. There is a genocide happening and I'm starting to believe that everyone who wants to stop it Already knows about it. They do not need awareness. They don't need voices. They need direction. They need community. They need support and bodies to help intimidate police.

They need us.

And instead I blog on Tumblr trying to rally people that hardly reblog a call to action.

This blog is starting to feel like a symptom of the system. A time-consuming distraction for me. And a way for you to placate yourselves while the world gets worse.

Just following leftists doesn't make you a good person. Having the Right opinions doesn't make you a good person. Even believing in equality doesn't make you a good person if you don't do something about it.

I'm tired of begging for people to organize and protest and show up for each other.

I'm convinced that if you ever had the intention of doing so then you already are. And if you're not then that's a choice you've made.

You either support genocide or you fight it, you know?

I don't know what else there is to learn or say. What are you waiting for? An invitation?

Please go fucking organize and join a protest.

In other news....I am getting closer to deleting this blog every day.

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piratefalls · 3 months

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hi, yes, i'm still very behind on reading, but in my defense i picked up an actual book and did read that, so.

anyway, here's some fic.

masterlist.

(Secret) Santa Baby by indomitablelove

"When it comes to Secret Santa, Alex really does have a reputation to uphold. Everybody wants Alex to get them. Nobody actually wants to get Alex, which is why he usually ends up with novelty socks or a political biography, but he doesn’t care. Ultimately, everybody wants Alex to get their name. And right now, Alex is seconds away from finding out who his new mark is. The person that he’s going to spend the next few weeks learning inside and out to ensure that he gets them the perfect gift." --- Alex gets his work nemesis, Henry, in the office Secret Santa and realises that he doesn't know nearly as much about him as he thought...

Creative Differences by @sparklepocalypse

Zahra tilts her head at him, a contemplative expression on her face. “How attached are you to the notion of being a solo artist?” (AU; Alex is a failed solo musician and Henry's band needs a lead singer.)

just a figure of speech by congee4lunch

“Like I said: Alphas really don’t know how to fuck.” “And like I said,” Alex sets down his mug and steps closer to Henry. “I can fuck and I know how to fuck you so well, you’ll see stars, baby.” henry, an omega, hasn’t had good sex in a long time. as his alpha roommate and friend, alex can help with that. in a totally platonic bro way, of course.

Oxford Days by @myheartalivewrites

"Alex’s new roommate is kind of a slut. No. Strike that. Not kind of. Definitely. Definitely a slut." -- An ode to slutty Henry.

we play all day (and spread holiday cheer) by headabovethewater

Nora guffaws. “You fucked Santa’s Elf?!” “I mean,” Alex pauses and shrugs, “not with the costume on, obviously.” “I can’t fucking believe you,” Nora exclaims, her hands cupping her own face in disbelief. She looks over Alex’s shoulder and cocks an eyebrow, before she lowers her hands and her tone, and asks, “Since when do you have a thing for blondes?”

miles to go, but we're almost home by anincompletelist

Texas is a bit of a last minute decision. As in, at the actual last minute, Henry had begged them at the station for whatever ticket they had left to get out of the city, shoved his credit card at them expeditiously, and promptly boarded the vessel just as the doors slid closed behind him. Turns out it’s the best decision he’s ever made.

If at first you don't succeed by clottedcreamfudge

"Probably straight," Alex says, holding his hand out to Henry, "but you're extremely hot, so like - well done." "Well done?" Henry asks incredulously, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a smile as he takes Alex's hand in a firm handshake. "Well done on... being extremely hot?" "Hey, man," Alex says easily, taking his hand away after the briefest of shakes. "Take it or leave it." "In that case, I shall update my profile," Henry says as he gets to his feet. "Unsuccessful date with a heterosexual man who, nonetheless, had to admit I was 'extremely hot'."

his soft touch by viciouslyqueer

Alex comes homes and Henry immediately knows something is wrong.

Nocturnal Guilt by somuchworse

Henry hums, and Alex feels the vibration of it more than actually hearing the delicate sound. “What did you do, love?” “I stole Liam’s medication,” he grumbles. The room is still for a moment. “Tonight?” Henry asks, voice sliding into a slightly higher pitch, a memorable indication of his most genuine confusion. Alex groans. Talking is hard. “No,” he says, when Henry applies a little more pressure on the back of his head, like it’s a reward. “When we were kids. I stole a few so I could work on school shit, and he had a total meltdown when a few were missing, and I didn’t even tell him. I’m literally the fucking worst.”

Bukkake Breaky Heart by @kiwiana-writes

Six men surround Alex in a semicircle: blindfolded, tested, NDA’ed to within an inch of their lives even without any idea of who is in the room with them. Alex has a fantasy. Henry makes it happen.

Going Once, Going Twice by allmylovesatonce

“I was supposed to go to this Christmas fundraiser for the NYU symphony,” she explains, “but there’s this event at work that as an intern I really can’t miss.” “What’s the favour?” June grimaces. “I need you to go to the symphony fundraiser for me.” Alex stills. There’s one reason June would be going to something for the symphony. Henry fucking Fox. He’s going to hope that her favour doesn’t involve him, but Alex figures he can’t really be that lucky. -------- Alex wins a date with Henry, but in order to even slightly enjoy it, he'll have to get over his hatred for him.

it's all me (just don't go) by weather_stained

Alex has been trying all summer to manage his grueling internship and other commitments without impacting his relationship with Henry. When he misses a date night, he worries it could be the last straw.

if evil, why so cute? by everwitch

Alex’s cat hates Alex, but loves Henry, the Bookstagram influencer who’s on vacation in Alex’s quiet seaside town. And while Alex is pretty salty about his grumpy cat’s inexplicable affection for a complete stranger, he must admit he can see the appeal; Henry is fucking gorgeous. It’s why Alex follows him on Instagram in the first place. It's just, Alex had never thought he’d be officially introduced to Henry by his own goddamn cat. Or: Henry takes a two-week vacation to a seaside cabin with the intent to read a lot of books. Instead, he has a lot of sex.

Jumped the Gun by lovelythething

"Well,” Henry says, measuring his voice carefully, “there’s a first time for everything.” Alex, in reply, screams into a pillow.

secret moments in a crowded room by HypnosTherapy

Henry smiles, something settling in his expression when he sees Alex. “Hello, darling-” “I felt up your employee,” Alex says, the words rushing out of his mouth. Henry blinks. “I thought Angus was you, and I grabbed him by the hips, and it was weird as shit, I’m sorry.” Henry has the nerve to smirk, rolling his eyes. “He really is an excellent double,” he says, reaching out to pat Alex consolingly on the shoulder. __ After getting a concerned call from the man's PPO, Henry makes an effort to ensure his body double Angus is getting properly socialized. Alex is hesitant to spend time with the Henry-shaped clone, but he quickly finds himself getting charmed by the man. Angus gracefully slides from strange phenomenon to friend. And then something more.

it's you (it's always been you) by coffeecatsme

“You mean to tell me you named your vibrator after another man because you thought the pun would be funny?” Alex names his vibrator after Han Solo and Henry gets jealous.

come pick me up by smc_27

‘I’m here for you’ He can tell that the person will receive that as a text message as well as in the app, which is a relief because sometimes people like, order rides then absolutely pay no fucking attention to the app. It’s really annoying to have to wait forever for folks. ’Thank you. I’m going through a difficult time currently, so this means a lot.’ Alex stares at the message he received, frowning, and then another comes through. ‘Apologies. I’ve lost all my contacts. Who is this?’ Oh, Christ. This is going to be awkward as fuck. ’This is your Uber driver. I’m outside.’ OR, Alex is an Uber driver. Henry needs a ride the airport.

titles are the worst, we refuse by athousandrooms, clottedcreamfudge, everwitch, indomitablelove, railmedaddy

The paparazzi, a friend, their classmates, a true enemy. Alex is no stranger to telling people to fuck off, it’s a daily occurrence; but when it’s Henry who does it? Alex couldn’t be prouder. — 5 times Alex tells someone to fuck off and one time Henry does.

Gym Buddies by cmere

"I'm Henry," the guy offers. Alex pushes up one rep, then another. The blood is rushing to his face as he powers through more, and seems to be rushing elsewhere as well, because there's undeniable arousal pooling in his groin from the exertion. He struggles slightly for a moment, then, and instead of taking over like Alex expects, his new best friend Henry starts—talking. "That's good, so good. Perfect, can you give me another?" Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Sweat pours down Alex's forehead as he pushes the bar back up off his chest. "Beautiful, just beautiful. So good for me. There you are, love." Henry helps Alex settle the bar back on the rack, and Alex exhales in a rush, his heart thudding almost painfully against his chest. Fuck. PUMP Gym is notorious for gay guys cruising, and Alex wants to hook up.

To Show Our Love by bleedingballroomfloor

With Henry and Alex in the midst of moving into their new home together, Henry reflects on Valentine's Day and what the holiday meant to him growing up closeted in the palace, and more so, the new meaning that Alex brings to it.

Cosmos in His Palms by AnchoredArchangel

“I’ve been thinking,” Henry says quietly, “almost constantly, about your list.” Alex blinks because, well, his list hasn’t had this kind of traction in years. The Google trend must be spiking off the charts. Henry bites at his own lower lip, turning the blush pink a tortured white, admits, “About the things you want to do-” Oh. That list. Or: Alex discovers that talking to Henry is just as nice as having sex with him, or at least, pretty close. A perfectly timed revelation when he finds himself in desperate need of a heart-to-heart.

Fox. Henry Fox. by Pondermoniums

Alex had seen the guy around campus, sure. He was hard to miss, but Alex never said out loud why. For everyone else, being the son of the famous James Bond actor made him a celebrity enough. But for Alex, Henry Fox just…stood out.

wanting by rizcriz

It slammed into him with the force of a semi truck out of the blue on a random Tuesday in July. the AC was out; they were sprawled out in the living room in nothing but their boxers, complaining about the heat and threatening to off their landlord in a million different ways. Alex was on the floor, Henry was on the couch, one leg draped over the back, his arms thrown up over his head. Henry had said something; something absurd and hilarious and Alex can’t for the life of him remember what it was, because all he remembers is lifting his head off the floor, and catching sight of that shining head of golden hair caught in a sunbeam and thinking— And thinking. God, I love him.

you all over me by stutteringpeach

When Henry organises an evening of group sex, he never expects to meet a gorgeous man he wants to marry and have children with. Or, a meet-cute at a sex club.

tripped and fell into this bed by @priincebutt

“What, hate sex with my ex who chose his duty to his country over me? I’m not interested.” “Are you sure about that?” Henry’s voice is curious, genuine and raw, because he can hear the hesitation behind Alex’s words, the way his sentence structure is crumbling with wanting to say yes. It hasn’t been long enough for Alex to be moved on, and Henry doesn’t know if he wants Alex back, or if he just wants to have some really fucking good sex, which he’s not had since the last time he’d been with Alex. It had been a bold move, but he doesn’t regret it. And he internally cheers when Alex lets out another dramatic sigh. “Fine. Where are you staying and when should I meet you?” Or, Henry broke up with Alex when he stormed the castle, then booty calls him months later at Paris Fashion Week.

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