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i am telling you i love you

✧ including [seperate]: s. gojo, s. geto, k. nanami, t. fushiguro, r. sukuna, c. kamo ✧ summary: the first time saying 'i love you' to each other ✧ cw: [MDNI] f!reader, afab!reader, FLUFF, hint of angst, crack ig?, arguing, swearing, unprotected sex (p in v), insinuation of being drunk, maybe a hint of toxicity in sukunas, insecure!choso (sorry), no use of y/n, established relationships ✧ wordcount: 4.7k (700-900 each)

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satoru gojo

From the start, he had always admired you for your craftiness. You’d think a restless person like Satoru would hate just watching you do whatever hobby you were pursuing this month, but it had quickly become his favourite part of the day. His day was hectic enough as it was, so it gave him a domestic sense of comfort watching your precision.

“You know, you don’t have to keep me company while I’m doing this,” you said with that kind smile of yours, the smile that was reserved for him only.

“No, I don’t mind,” he breathed softly.

He sat opposite you, leaned forward on the table with his arms crossed under his chin, having his loving stare glued on you. Letting it travel from your eyebrows that were pinched together in concentration, to the slight scrunch of your nose when you messed up, to your tongue peaking out between your tight lips.

“Isn’t it boring? I’m sure you have better things to do.” Quickly flicking your eyes to look at him, the faintest curve on his lips, barely noticing the small shake of his head. “Suit yourself,” you shrugged before turning your focus back to your work.

How had he gotten so lucky? You hadn’t been together for all that long, but it had been the most delightful four months of his life. He found himself falling harder for you every day that passed.

Unlike most of the people in his life, you’d taken the time to get to know him, truly know him. He saw it in the small things you did for him, like always bringing him his favourite sweets when you came to stay with him during the weekends, calling him just to ask how his day was going during lunch, and how you never failed to kiss him goodbye when leaving the room because you knew he’d get whiny otherwise.

The smile on his face never wavered, watching you quietly mumbling along to the music you’d put on. Every once in a while, you shot him a quick glance just to see if he was doing okay, and his heart fluttered every time you smiled at him. He just thought you were perfect it every way possible.

“I love you,” he blurted out.

“What?”

Satoru had sat up straight, both looking at each other with big eyes as you tried to comprehend what had just slipped out of him.

“Did you just-“

“Pfft, no!” He interrupted, never breaking the eye contact. “You’re hearing things.”

Your cheeks flushed red and you swallowed the lump in your throat. “No, you definitely said that.”

“What are you going to do about it?” He asked defensively, folding his arms over his chest as he kept fidgeting in his seat.

Rapidly blinking away the worst of the shock. “Satoru,” you spoke softly, but it did nothing to calm the pounding of his heart.

Had he messed up by letting it slip out too soon? The thought of actually having fallen in love with you had crossed his mind on several occasions. He had just been scared to come on too strong and screw things up before you’d even have the time to start properly.

“Let’s just forget it happened. What do you want for dinner?” He rambled on, standing up from the chair and darted for the kitchen.

“Satoru,” you repeated yourself, just as soft as the first time. Something about seeing him in his anxious haze, that had landed him staring vacantly into the refrigerator, had made you calm down.

“We have some beef we could use.”

“Satoru,” you said once again, placing a gentle hand on his back. His entire body tensed up, not turning to look at you. Satoru was sure his heart would beat out of his chest when you touched him. “Will you look at me?”

Even though his embarrassment was still running rampant inside him, he didn’t have it in him to not look at you when you talked to him with so much consideration. Slowly he turned to look at you, a sweet smile greeting him before your soft hand cupped his cheek.

“I love you, too.” Instantly his shoulders dropped and it was as one could literally see his nerves relaxing.

“Oh thank god,” he said as he released a deep breath. Without hesitation, he cupped your face with both hands and placed a deep kiss on your lips, causing you giggle.

“I love you,” kiss “I love you,” kiss “I love you,” kiss.

His eyes sparkled, more than they usually did. They told you, that even though it had been an intrusive thought that had taken control of his mouth, it hadn’t been a spur of the moment realisation. He truly meant it, and had for a while. It was more than just a confession, it was a promise.

suguru geto

“Please remind me we need to buy toilet paper,” you caught his attention as you exited the bathroom, a towel wrapped around your head. Lifting his focus from his book, Suguru fawned at the sight of you strutting casually to the kitchen, happily humming to yourself. “You want toast for breakfast?”

He quietly lifted himself off the couch and followed you to see you already assembling your own toast. How was it even possible, having barely started the day, to look as irresistible as you did? Wearing his t-shirt that nearly reached you mid thigh, fluffy slippers on your feet, unwrapping the towel on your head, making you damp hair frame your face.

“You want ketchup on yours?” You asked before you took your thumb in your mouth to lick of some of the access ketchup you’d got on it. With a weak smile, he shook his head no to which you simply shrugged before turning back to the toast. “You meeting Satoru today, right?”

Suguru kept clenching and unclenching his fists at his side. He hadn’t been this nervous around you since before you got together. He’d spent weeks and weeks, mustering up the courage to even introduce himself to you.

Which was something he hadn’t done on his own accord; Satoru had more or less pushed him in your direction after after he had gotten tired of hearing Suguru’s constant doting of you from afar.

But that was months ago now, and you’d gotten so far since then. You practically lived together at this point, and he’d tried so many times to confess how he truly felt about you. So many times, but his nerves made him run blank every time.

Every evening when you were watching late night tv together, when you had your head resting on his lap, carefully stroking your hair— the words popped into his head.

When you were standing in the bathroom, getting ready for bed, how often you fell into a fit of laughter while brushing your teeth. Toothpaste running down your chin— the words popped into his hand.

And mornings like these. He’d already had the privilege of waking up next to you, and now you just walked around his home, wearing his clothes, making him breakfast— the words popped into his head.

“Suguru? You alright?” The sound of your soft chuckle brought his attention back to you.

“I love you.”

Unable to peer his eyes off you, he held his breath while impatiently waiting if you’d say the words back to him. The raging throbbing of his heart started to settle down when a genuine, caring smile met him.

“I love you, too.” You said it so casually, as it was as normal as breathing to you.

You knew Suguru. Overall, he was a harmonious person who rarely let the stress and worry of a situation take over him. So when a situation was stressful enough to even make Suguru jitter with nerves, you wanted to be the person to help him ground himself again.

And he was forever thankful. This was the best possible response, that actually loving each other was nothing to wonder about. “So, are you meeting Satoru?” Changing the subject completely, turning back to the food in front of you.

Just as you were about to yet again request an answer, you felt his arms wrap around your waist as he hugged you into him as tight as he could. Nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, he placed a sweet kiss which sent shivers throughout your body.

“Thank you,” he mumbled into your skin, his voice just tickling you ever so slightly. His breath had gone back to a normal pace.

“Always, baby,” lifting you hand up to stroke his cheek. “But really, are you hanging out with Satoru today or not?”

It earned you a muffled chuckle before he lifted his head, resting his chin on your shoulder. “No, not anymore, I’m not.” He let out a relaxed breath before closing his eyes in content. “Staying in with you today.”

kento nanami

You would love it if you had a boyfriend who worked less and stayed home more, but then you wouldn’t be with Kento. It seemed like a small price to pay to be with the most perfect man to ever exist.

Too perfect almost, to the point it had made you wary in the start. When you had started out, he had been nothing short of a gentleman. You’d wondered when the facade would crack, proving to you that the handsome man that had pursued you was too good to be true. How would he disappoint you? Would he turn out to be a slob, would he only feed you a constant string of lies, or god forbid, would he cheat?

However, you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, which you did not regret for a single second. Never had you met a man like Kento, someone who showed you nothing but respect and compassion. Someone who managed to cherish you like no one had ever done before, from the moment he woke up until the second he fell asleep. The guy didn’t even let the toilet seat stay up, if you could believe it.

The only downside was how demanding his job was, but even so, he did his very best to make up for his long hours. If he wasn’t at work, he went out of his way to spend his time with you. So on evenings he worked late, you could always expect him to call, his tired voice on the other side of the line.

“Hello, darling,” he’d sighed deeply. “Can I stay at your place tonight?” It never failed, always calling to make sure, even though the answer was always the same.

“Of course, baby. Can’t wait to see you.” The man even had his own key so he could come and go as he pleased. Initially, you’d given it to him so he could enter your apartment on the nights you had already gone to bed, without you having to come and unlock the door for him. Yet, he called every time.

But this time, you wanted to meet him when he came shuffling into your home. And twenty minutes later, while you were casually sitting on your couch watching tv, you heard the front door open. The familiar steps of your boyfriend came closer until a tired Kento appeared.

“Hi there,” you spoke softly, tilting your head at him.

“Hello,” he whispered before he leaned forward and placed a light peck on your lips.

“You okay?”

“Just tired.” He gave you a forced smile before he laid down on the couch, placing his head in your lap. Automatically, you started massaging his scalp which earned you a satisfied hum as you spotted how the corner of his lips curved upward just the tiniest bit.

“Wanna talk about it?” You barely noticed the weak shake of his head, because he was already about to fall asleep to the sound of your voice that sounded even more angelic now that he was exhausted. “Okay,” you whispered in response, letting your hand stroke his hair as you turned back to the tv.

A few minutes went by, just listening to how his breathing fell into a steady rhythm before he captured your attention by calling your name softly.

“I love you.”

Reactively, you drew a sharp breath out of pure shock, while Kento stayed perfectly still, his breathing just as calm as before.

Despite the fact that you’d been with him for quite some time now, and things were going really well, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared. When getting into this relationship, you’d known it would be a seriously committed one pretty much from the start, thinking of how established he was in all aspects of his life.

But that was your logic speaking, and love wasn’t supposed to be logical. If you only thought about how you felt, it was easy. Nothing had ever been easier than loving the man that made you feel so safe, in every way imaginable.

“I love you,” you whispered in response, before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. A satisfied smile painted his already gorgeous features, before you sensed he finally drifted asleep.

toji fushiguro

Physical intimacy had never been an issue in your relationship. That’s where it all started after all; meaningless sex. Somewhere along the line the relationship just sort of happened.

After yet another eventful night, Toji had spent the night for the first time. You’d laid in silence for half an hour after finishing before he had dared to snake his arm around your waist to pull you into a tight embrace, and that without a single ounce of struggle. The second you’d felt his body pressed up against yours, you’d felt an unfamiliar tingle fill you from top to toe. You were sure he could feel your heart beat with immense force against your chest, but he just chose not to say anything about it.

The next morning, you’d felt a slight twinge in your heart when you’d woken up to an empty bed. That was until you could smell bacon. Tiredly, you’d taken small steps into the kitchen, surprised to see Toji already up, cooking you breakfast.

“Morning,” he’d said, not looking at you, like it this was all a normal occurrence.

“Morning.” The word had barely made its way passed your lips, so in shock by the scene taking place in front of you. Without saying much more, he’d set the table and served the food. Neither of you mentioned the cuddling that had taken place, but that was the start of it all.

From that day, spending the night happened regularly. Not just that, but you started sharing pretty much every meal together, and just hanging out doing everyday, mundane stuff. It wasn’t just sex anymore. However, despite the fact that you introduced each other as boyfriend and girlfriend, you felt like something was missing.

Toji wasn’t an emotional guy, and you struggled to get him to open up. What was worse, was how you could tell he had a past that troubled him, and you’d grown so desperately fond of him to the point where you wanted to be of help to him. Still, six months deep in the relationship, you hadn’t cracked the exterior yet but you stayed patient.

To make up for the lack of emotional depth, he definitely knew how to satisfy you physically. As right now, when he was snuggly placed deep between your legs, burying his dick deep into you with each thrust.

Nobody had known your body better than Toji, as he was well aware of how to pleasure every inch of you. It was also proven by how he hit just the right spot with every movement, rubbing against your sensitive clit on impact. With a need to have him as close to you as possible, feeling his warm skin against yours, you had your arms clung around him, nails digging into his back.

“Toji-“ you moaned like a plead for him, to which he easily obeyed. The sound of his name coming from your delicious lips, so desperate for him, is all he needed to go deeper and faster into your wet pussy.

“That’s right, baby,” his husky voice spoke as he pressed sloppy kisses on your neck in between his rhythmic thrusts. “Taking it so good.”

One of your hands slide to the back of his head, your fingers running through his dark hair. Just as he thrusts into you one more time, hitting that sweet, sweet spot, you can’t help but tug at his hair causing a groan of pleasure to escape him. Biting back the whines bubbling up inside you, you knew you were close.

Suddenly, he lifts his head from the crook of your neck, still not breaking his steady pace of shoving his dick between your tight walls.

“Hngh— I love you,” he breathed, making you open your eyes to meet his intense, but loving gaze. Had he just said that?

The hand that was previously in his hair, found its way to his flushed cheek, bringing his head to rest his forehead against yours. “I love you, too,” you force out in between your moans, grazing your lips against his.

He doesn’t hold back, crashing his lips into yours in a rich and passionate kiss. He began to rock his hips in a slower pace, but it felt different. Every thrust, every movement, every touch was so much deeper now— emotional. Quietly, he muffled those three words into the kiss once again, you hand still on his face in order to keep him as close as possible.

So many times you’d wanted to utter the words, too scared that it wouldn’t have been reciprocated. But finally, he had been the one to confess first and it had been nothing less than beautiful.

ryomen sukuna

“No, fuck you, Sukuna!” You shouted at him before storming down the dimly lit street. You wanted to get as far away from that party, from that atmosphere, and him as humanly possible.

“Come on, baby. Don’t be like that,” he groaned in frustration. He stayed a safe, but consistent, six feet behind you.

“Like what, exactly?” You waved your hands around, needing to put your anger somewhere that wasn't a fist to his face.

“Like a-“ you snap around immediately, shutting him up before he could finish the statement.

“Say ‘like a bitch’ and I swear, you’ll regret it!” He stifled the amused grin about to form on his face at the sight of you, practically having smoke blow out of your ears. Even he knew it wasn’t the time to joke around.

You hated how he stood so casually. Unlike you, his shoulders were rested, hands tucked in the pockets of his jacket and his head slightly tilted, looking down on you with just the tiniest frown on his eyebrows.

“You humiliated me.” Your voice is low now, finally letting the disappointment shine through the anger.

“I couldn’t just let him flirt with you like that. You're my girl.”

“Not for long if you keep it up like this.” He instantly rolled his eyes at you, his own frustration starting to build up as the memories of that asshole hitting on you came flooding back.

“This is ridiculous,” he sighed, taking a few steps forward to get closer to you.

“No, I have every reason to be upset! You pounced on the guy. I’m pretty sure you damn near broke his jaw!”

Rolling his neck, he tried to remain calm. The face of the random guy flashed behind his closed eyes, lust in his eyes as he was looking down on you with a satisfied grin.

“What was I supposed to do? Huh? Let him have his way with you? Take you to bed? Fuck you?” He was slipping, his voice raising to match yours.

“You’re not serious right now?” You huffed the hypothetical question. “How about you trust me, your girlfriend, that I'm able to defend herself against sleazes like him!” The anger was taking control of your body, making you take a few steps closer to Sukuna as well, in hopes it might get your point across.

“He didn’t even back off when I tried to be civil at first!”

“Civil? You call threatening his life civil?”

You felt like tearing your hair out in nuisance. Just the fact that you had to argue with your boyfriend on the matter that he was so clearly in the wrong had you seeing red.

“When that didn’t work, I had no other choice!” You couldn’t care less by the fact that you were having a very public shouting match just a stone’s throw away from the party you’d just left.

“No other choice?! Are you hearing yourself?”

“Are you? You’re really expecting me to stand by when I see that shit?” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You know what,” you breathed as you slowly began to back away from him, holding your hands up in defence. “You can stay at your own place tonight.”

Before you managed to turn around, he grabbed your arm to keep you looking at him. “Like hell I am!” He snapped.

“Let go off me,” you said through gritted teeth.

The look in his eyes told you he knew better than to keep his clutch on you. But he didn’t keep his mouth shut. “I won’t apologise for stopping that fucker from even thinking of you in that way.”

“Why not? Because I genuinely believe I deserve one?” You shouted at him.

“Because I love you,” he shouted back just as loud.

You couldn’t help but to scoff at him, a sad expression falling on your face. “That’s not funny, ‘Kuna.” Your voice was quiet now, doing your very best not to let it crack, but you could already feel your chin had started to quiver.

“I’m not,” he spoke calmly with a slight raise of his eyebrows in an attempt to make you believe his words were genuine.

You liked your lips, still using all the power in you not to break in front of him. At some point during your relationship, you’d both become achingly aware of your feelings for him despite not having said those three little words.

It always appeared, both to you and to everyone looking from the outside, that the relationship was a lot more intense and real for you than it was for him. So if he said those words just to shut you up and win the argument, you could never forgive him.

You took a deep breath in through the nose before exhaling in a desperate attempt to calm your uncontrollable emotions before talking. “If this is one of your sick jokes, we’re done!”

He sported one of his idiotic smirks and you wanted to wipe it off immediately as he slowly walked up to you so he could reach you. The throbbing of your heart could probably be heard from blocks away as your willpower finally broke, letting the tears fall.

A sob slipped out of you when he spoke your name softly, making you believe his words. His usually rough hands, snuck their way to capture your jaw with a tender grip. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you whispered in return.

choso kamo

I’ll never be good enough for her.

Choso had lost count of how many times that damned thought ran through his mind, but he just couldn’t help it. Looking at you, no one would ever think you could even settle for someone like him.

Your heart was pure and kind, always looking out for those around you whether you knew them or not. Where he fell short in sense of socialising, you always managed to step up and make the most out of every situation. But despite a gentle soul, you were firm in what you believed in, which meant you did not tolerate bullshit, to which he admired greatly.

And to top it all off, you were drop dead gorgeous. Absolutely breathtaking, blessed by all the mightier powers that might exist. There was no doubt you could have absolutely anyone you wanted, so why were you with him? He wasn’t anything special.

“Cho?” Your voice snapped him out of his spiral, staring at your kind face which flashed him a small smile of worry. “You okay? You barely touched your food.”

With a small shake of the head, he tried to shudder his insecurities off and be with you in the present. “Yeah, no, just not very hungry, I guess,” he stumbled over his words, picking at the food in front of him with his fork.

“You wanna go somewhere else?” You shrugged casually, before taking your own bite of your food.

Just as he was about to answer, you were disturbed by a tall person approaching the table. Both of you turning to look at the guy standing at the table, gawking down on you with a confident grin spreading from ear to ear.

“Hey,” it chimed deeply from the handsome guy, laced with seduction. Looking back at you, Choso could already see the irritation build up. “You looked all disappointed from where I was sitting. How about I save you from this miserable date?”

Choso’s defense got repressed in his throat at the sheer disbelief of the situation. He’d been unfortunate enough to witness people flirting with you, but no one had ever been so shameless to interrupt like this when he was sitting right there.

With a polite, but very clearly forced chuckle, you opened your mouth to speak. “Uhm, no thanks, this is my boyfriend.” The stranger turned to look at Choso, who pressed his lips together in a thin line.

“Please,” he dragged on. “I can make you happier than this guy.”

“I don’t think you could.” Your words were clearly getting more and more aggressive, but your tone stayed polite— for now.

Under the table, Choso felt you stretch out your leg so you’d be able to touch him in one way or another. It always brought you comfort, even if just the tiniest inch of him was in contact with you.

“Why don’t you just give me your number?” He still had that insufferable grin smeared on his face. Choso wished so deeply he could be able to just knock him out, or anything, but he was frozen in his seat.

“Look, I’m not interested.” You were slipping, Choso noticed.

“Come on. Pretty thing like you deserves-“

“Hey,” you shot in, shutting the stranger up immediately. Your voice was strong and steady, but there was a new sensation to it, as if was laced with venom “I am here with my boyfriend, who I’m in love with, okay?” What? “No no-good loser, who didn’t get enough attention as a child so they have to harass strangers in public, could even stand a chance. So walk along!” You shooed him off.

With a displeased scoff, he turned to walk away, reluctantly accepting his defeat. Turning back to look at Choso, your anger immediately evaporated at the sight of your loving boyfriend. Who, by the way, was staring at you like a deer caught in headlights.

“Can you believe that guy? Let’s go somewhere else,” you said unconcerned as you started to pack your things. You stopped in your rushed tracks when Choso spoke your name in utter surprise.

“The thing that you said-“ was all he had to say for the heat to rush to your face, immediately starting to avoid his eyes. Oh, his gorgeous eyes that were staring holes into you right now.

“Picked up on that, did you?” you said with an awkward laugh. There hadn’t been many instances where Choso had seen you speechless like now, fidgeting with the sleeve of your sweater.

Choso could have died right there and then, and he would have died truly happy. It was like the confirmation he had needed.

He blinked away the shock to reach his hand across the table to intertwine his fingers with yours. “I love you, too.” Finally finding the courage within you again, you locked eyes with him, letting out a deep breath of relief.

“Would have been kind of awkward if you didn’t,” you joked off, earning you the most wonderful sound of his laugh. “I love you,” you said for real this time.

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a/n so this is a little different but i was listening to an instrumental version of cigarettes after sex's apocolypse and so many of these scenarios just came popping into my head. might do a pt. 2. going away for five days now so probably wont be writing ALSO, i am not a smut writer so sorry for the bad writing there lol

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waking up from a nightmare, literally gasping for air and in seconds charles is by your side and holding you close. he’s whispering in your ear, trying to soothe you and is wiping your tears with his thumb bye i love my little precious leclerc

“my little precious leclerc” actually made me tear up i hope u know. i adore him

wake me up | cl16

you wouldn’t call it a recurring nightmare. more like a nightmare that started one night, years ago, and kept getting worse and worse as time went on, layers of hurt and fear and heartbreak settling on top of each other every time your subconscious displayed it in all its horrid glory. you can’t even pinpoint what the worst part about it is anymore.

it used to be waking up alone. by yourself, in your pitch black room, was almost as bad as being asleep and experiencing the nightmare. there was never anything to distract you from the feeling of tears sliding down your cheeks, your heart still racing from fear, your eyes conjuring up flashes of the nightmare even though you were awake.

now it’s waking up next to charles, wanting to wake him up, desperately craving the comfort that only he can give you, but refusing to do so because of how hard he works. you won’t deprive him of his sleep, certainly not for something as trivial as a stupid nightmare. especially because he has trouble falling asleep most nights; always thinking about things he might have forgotten to do, his schedule for the next day, the next race weekend, when he can get you your all access pass.

you always tell him not to worry about you, that he has enough on his plate and you knew that when you said yes to being his girlfriend. this, your nightmare, is certainly much more trivial than making sure you have a paddock pass for a race weekend. this isn’t even real. it doesn’t matter.

so when you sleep horribly because of it, and charles notices (because of course he does), you just brush it off, saying you couldn’t get comfortable, you were too hot, too cold, whatever excuse you can think up on a whim.

“you should’ve woken me up, amore.” it’s what he says every. single. time.

and you know he means it. that he truly wants you to wake him up so he can care for you in whatever capacity he possibly can. you just can’t bring yourself to do it because of this.

this time, though, you don’t have a choice.

there’s another terrifying layer to your nightmare tonight. you’re lucid to some degree, enough to know that you should have the ability to wake yourself up from this subconscious plane, but you’re incapable of doing so. you tell your eyes to open, but they’re glued shut like they have to see this through to the end, even though you know how this ends.

you fight, and fight, and fight, until finally, your eyes fly open, tears flooding your vision and a ragged gasp tearing its way out of your throat as you scramble into an upright position. the commotion wakes charles immediately, and he doesn’t even ask what’s going on before he springs into action.

“breathe, baby,” he murmurs softly, gathering you into his arms. “listen to my heartbeat.”

you’re trembling, trying your hardest to calm down as you instantly melt into his embrace, his warmth spreading into your limbs and working to ease the tension you didn’t know they were holding.

“i-i—” you try to say, your mouth struggling to form the words.

“shh, it’s okay. i’ve got you, i’m right here.” he whispers, kissing your forehead and running his hands along the backs of your own.

“i’m sorry,” you say finally, nuzzling your face into his neck and breathing in his comforting scent.

“don’t apologize,” he replies firmly. “is this why you’ve been having trouble sleeping?”

you nod slowly, already knowing what he’s going to say next.

“why didn’t you ever wake me up?”

“i just...” you sigh, shifting closer to him and tilting your face towards him as he reaches to wipe your tears. “it’s stupid. i’ve been having this nightmare for years now, and it just keeps getting worse. this time, i couldn’t wake up. usually i just wake up and deal with it. you work so hard every day, and this really isn’t important—”

“i’m going to stop you right there, amore,” charles interrupts, cupping your face with both hands. “i don’t ever want you to say that anything you’re going through isn’t important.”

“but—”

“yes, i do work hard. i have a lot going on more often than not. but out of everything, i work hardest for this. us. do you know what the most important thing in my life is?”

“ferrari?” you answer immediately, only half joking.

“no, ma drôle de fille,” he laughs, “it’s you. i’m going to retire from racing one day, but i’m going to be with you until the day i die. and even after that.”

you feel yourself tearing up for a whole new reason.

“so don’t tell me that it’s not important,” he continues, leaning back into the pillows and bringing you with him. “if it’s bothering you, it bothers me too. you hear me?”

you nod.

“and you’ll wake me up next time?”

you nod again.

“good. now close your eyes. keep listening to my heartbeat. i’ll fight off the nightmares for you, okay amore?”

“you are so cheesy, cha,” you grumble, snuggling into his chest.

“shh, go to sleep,” he coos quietly, stifling a laugh as he pets your hair.

you shut your eyes dutifully, focusing in on the steady beat of his heart, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest.

you dream of him.

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navybrat817 · 2 days

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Too early, Navy. I want cuddles with Stud.

I understand that feeling, nonnie.

A Bit Longer

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You need to get up, but Bucky wants to hold you for a bit longer. Word Count: Over 1k Warnings: Fluff, pet names, teasing, sugary sweetness, inner monologue, established relationship, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: I really need to stop with the cuddle ficlets, right? Eh. Stud and Smartie, deserve it. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky’s lips were the first thing you felt when you woke up, bringing a smile to your face. They grazed your shoulder as his arm tightened around your waist, keeping your back against his chest. It was a subtle way to say he wasn’t ready for you to leave the confines of your bed. Or maybe he was the one who didn’t want to leave yet.

Not that you blamed him. It was early. Maybe too early. Cuddling for a bit was always a good way to start the day, his embrace warmer than the thickest blanket. Sex also worked as a way to both wear you out and energize you to tackle the day.

Cuddle, hot sex, cuddle again. Wait, what time is it?

“Okay. We need to get up,” you croaked when you finally looked at the clock, trying in vain with a groan to break from his hold when he refused to move his arm or let you up. Any other morning, you’d wiggle back against him to give him a proper wake up call, but that wasn’t today. “I mean it. No time for sexy time. I need to make you breakfast. Feed the cats. You have to work. God, I need to look over my resume again. Work on wedding stuff. I also need to-”

The throaty chuckle beside you stopped your ramblings because how could it not? Why was his laughter so sexy? Why did his mere existence make you stop in your tracks? In what universe was that right or fair?

Actually, it’s fair because I get to marry him.

“First, there’s always time for sexy time. Two, you didn't say ‘good morning’. By the way, good morning,” he teased, turning your body to face him. “And three, hey, look at me. Let’s just stay in bed for another minute.”

Your eyes slipped shut because there would be no resisting if you stared into his. His gaze had a way of pulling you in so deeply some days you feared you'd drown. But if he ever robbed you of your ability to breathe, he’d find a way to give you air.

“Too much to do,” you muttered. You could feel the seconds slipping away and now wasn’t the time to lounge around. “And if I look at you, you’ll turn one minute into two and then three and then four and so on and so forth and such and what have you. I probably wasted a minute just saying that.”

You tried to back up a bit because no way did your breath smell pleasant and Bucky didn’t need that in his face. A hand moved to the back of your head to keep you still. He didn’t have to tell you that he didn’t care about things like morning breath. If he wanted to hold you close, he’d do just that.

No exceptions.

He chuckled again before his lips brushed your eyelids and skimmed down your cheeks. “I just want you to stay here so I can hold you for a bit longer. Is that too much to ask?”

Well, when you put it like that…

You swallowed hard when he kissed the corner of your mouth, your heart skipping a beat. You were certain an embarrassing sort of whimper slipped out when he brought his lips to the other side. He wasn't rushing or demanding anything from you or trying to turn you on. He just wanted to be there with you.

So many believed that intimacy was just sex when it was much more. It was the feeling of being close and emotionally connected. It was familiarity and even friendship. You liked Bucky from the start, but the two of you were able to build a foundation by getting to know each other. It allowed you to bond on many levels, which only grew stronger once you two became a couple.

He showed you once again, without words, that he was your other half.

“I can feel you thinking, Smartie,” he whispered, his lips trailing back to your forehead.

“Just thinking of us, Stud,” you admitted, pressing your body closer to feel his chest against yours. You breathed him into your lungs and wondered if he knew how addictive he was. Savoring the moment, you allowed yourself to stay tangled up in him before you had to face the day.

His hand moving up and down your side nearly lulled you back to sleep. “You thinking about how you drive me crazy?”

What?

“I drive you crazy?!” You asked, realizing your mistake the moment your eyes flew open. A sea of blue stared back at you and you were too late to stop yourself from taking the plunge. Your gaze didn't have to drift down to know that he was wearing a triumphant smirk. “You made me open my eyes.”

“I sure did,” he smiled.

Well played, Stud. Well played.

The things you had to do seemed almost insignificant as you looked at each other. A minute went by as you listened to the beat of his heart and made no attempt to get up. The tips of your fingers brushed along the scruff on his chin as another minute ticked by and you reveled in the sigh he gave you in return.

Is this what living in the moment means?

“Will it always be like this?” You asked.

“Always like what?”

“You wanting to stay in bed with me a bit longer, even if we both have stuff to do.”

With a kiss to the tip of your nose and one against your smiling lips, he smiled back. “Always.”

Logically, you knew every morning couldn't be this way since life wasn't a fairy tale. The romantic part of you though, the one he helped bring to life, believed the two of you would continue to write your story together and make your own rules. If that meant the two of you cuddled in bed for a few more minutes, you’d happily help him write that chapter.

And every chapter after that.

Where do I get a man like this? 🥰 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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cupidhoons · 2 days

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2:44 ⟡ lhs

genre & warnings est relationship basketball! player heeseung(?) fluff heated kiss lmk if there's more back2navi

NOTE this is for heeseung's gf aka my gf aka nini aka the greatest writer ever aka @flwrstqr !! also this is proofread for the first time in forever :3 (thx to my friend) enjoy as always and click the like button + subscribe (reblog)

“each time i get it into the basket i get a kiss, okay?” heeseung says with full determination in his eyes. you giggle at his remark and nod, “okay..."

“but what if you don't?” you taunt, trying not to smirk.

“trust me baby, i will. i’ll shoot every shot and you have to kiss me every time i do so.” you giggle again at his desperation to get a kiss from you.

you watch him step back on the court and dribble the ball. he sends you a wink as he gets ready to shoot the ball in the basket. you send him a flying kiss of good luck and the ball is up in the air.

you watch the ball fall through the basket as heeseung makes his way towards you. you clap, “impressive, seungie.” he mumbles a small “hm” before pulling you by the waist.

you stumble a bit, shocked by the sudden action of your boyfriend.

“where's my kiss, princess?”

god he looked so good right now, but you couldn't give in. not yet, at least. you wanted to tease him a bit more, make him work for you to get a kiss.

“um....uh....” he chuckles at your cuteness. he lifts your chin to get a better look of your face, your lips to be more specific.

“what was that, doll?” he smirks. screw him for using such petnames on you. it was your weakness, and he knew that. you put your arms around his neck and you move closer than before. you hear his breath hitch at your action.

you give him a peck on his cheek and smile at him. “here's your kiss!” you say, giggling at his mood change.

“oh come on! just give me one kiss on the lips, please?” he pouts, “i couldn't kiss you at all today! this is torture.” he whines.

“m’ sorry baby, come back here, i’ll give you an actual kiss this time. promise,” you tug at his arm to get him closer to you. you wrap your arms around his neck once more and this time, you kiss him on his lips.

he instantly melts into your lips. his hands travel down your waist, gently holding your figure as your lips dance against each other’s. you deepen the kiss, earning a groan from him.

you pull away from his lips, looking at him as tip toe to reach his ear. you whisper an ‘i love you’ before giving him another peck on the cheek.

“you drive me crazy.” he says breathlessly. you smile as you connect your lips with his again.

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gavisfanta · 2 days

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FWB - GAVI

summary: a holiday to ibiza can change eveything between two bestfriends...

a/n: shoutout to my co-author who helped me with this

warnings: smut

Y/n squinted at the glaring sunlight as she dragged herself out of bed, wincing as the harsh rays stung her eyes. She glanced around the unfamiliar room, taking in the whitewashed walls, the fluffy duvet on the bed, and the terrace doors leading out to the patio. The memory of the previous night flooded back to her: the thumping bass, the sweaty bodies, the taste of salt on her lips. She couldn't believe she'd actually done it. She'd let herself get carried away in the moment, let her guard down.

Now here she was, in a Gavis bed, the faint smell of sex lingering in the air. Her best friend, Gavi, was sprawled out beside her, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath. She bit her lip, feeling a mixture of shame and exhilaration coursing through her veins.

She padded over to the terrace doors, pulling them open to reveal a small balcony overlooking the dazzling blue ocean. The cool sea breeze swept through the room, offering her some relief from the oppressive heat. Y/n leaned against the railing, taking in the stunning view as she tried to make sense of what had happened last night.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Gavi mumbled from behind her. She turned around, feeling her cheeks flush as she took in his disheveled appearance. His hair was sticking up in all directions, and he was still wearing the same clothes he'd had on last night. "Quite the view, isn't it?" he continued, gesturing to the ocean below.

Y/n nodded, still unable to find her voice. She glanced back at Gavi, noticing for the first time the small, satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth. A chill ran down her spine. Had he felt it too? The undeniable spark between them? The thought sent a shiver through her.

"So," Gavi began, his voice low and husky, "do you remember what happened last night?"

Y/n swallowed hard, meeting his gaze. "I remember we had a few drinks," she stammered, her cheeks burning even hotter. "And we...we danced."

Gavi grinned, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Oh, we did more than dance," he said, taking a step closer to her. "We connected." His voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned in, and for a moment, Y/n thought he was going to kiss her again. But instead, he simply brushed a stray hair from her forehead and turned away, leaving her feeling even more confused and aroused than before.

She watched as he walked back over to the bed, stretching luxuriously before climbing back under the covers. He glanced over at her, his expression unreadable. "So, what do you say?" he asked, propping himself up on one elbow. "Wanna do it again tonight?"

Her heart skipped a beat at his boldness. She wanted nothing more than to give in to the desire that still burned between them, to feel his skin against hers, his lips on hers. But at the same time, she knew this was dangerous territory. They were best friends, and they'd been through everything together. What would happen if they kept crossing this line? Could they really just be friends with benefits without it complicating things?

She hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words. "I don't know," she finally managed to say. "It's just we're best friends, Gavi. I don't want to ruin that."

He studied her face carefully, his expression softening. "Hey," he said gently, reaching out to take her hand. "I get it. It's a lot to process. But look at it this way: we've been there for each other through everything else. Why not explore this together? We can be each other's 'experiments,' right?" He smiled at her, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "And who knows? We might find something even better than what we already have."

Y/n felt herself melting under the sincerity in his voice, the warmth of his touch. She wanted so badly to believe that they could keep this casual, that they could find a way to make it work without ruining their friendship. But deep down, she knew that the connection they'd shared last night, and the one they'd shared their whole lives, was far too powerful to simply be reduced to a casual fling.

She sighed, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his palm. "Okay," she said, meeting his gaze. "Let's see where this takes us."

As the sun rose higher in the sky, casting its golden light across the room, Y/n couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation. She knew that the decision they'd made together would change things between them, but she also believed that they could navigate these uncharted waters together. And maybe, just maybe, they'd discover something even more beautiful in the process.

Gavi lay beside her, his arm draped possessively over her waist, their bodies pressed tightly together. The feel of his skin against hers sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't deny the growing desire that pooled low in her belly. She let out a soft sigh, arching her back slightly to press herself even closer to him.

"So," Gavi began, running a finger down her arm, "what do you want to do today?"

She considered the question for a moment, her heart racing at the thought of spending the day exploring this new side of their relationship. "I don't know," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "What do you want to do?"

He smiled, nibbling lightly on her ear. "Well," he said, his breath warm against her skin, "I was thinking we could go for a swim, maybe grab lunch by the pool. And then...who knows?" His hand wandered lower, tracing a slow circle around her navel, and Y/n felt herself grow even wetter at his touch.

Together, they rose from the bed, stretching their limbs and yawning loudly. Y/n couldn't help but notice the way Gavi's body moved, the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin. She felt a surge of desire as she imagined those muscles pressed against hers, their bodies intertwined.

As they made their way towards the pool, the warm Caribbean breeze caressed Y/n's bare skin, making her shiver with anticipation. She glanced over at Gavi, unable to believe that this was really happening. But as they waded into the cool water and she felt his hands on her hips, guiding her closer, she knew that there was no going back now.

Their kiss was just as intense as the night before, if not more so. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, and Y/n felt herself losing control as Gavi's hands traveled lower, cupping her bottom and pulling her against his erection. She moaned into his mouth, arching her back as she let herself fall into the pleasure that coursed through her veins.

Later, as they lay on the loungers beside the pool, the sun beating down on their bare skin, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and disbelief. It had been incredible, better than anything she could have imagined. But at the same time, she knew that they were walking on thin ice. They were best friends, and she didn't want to lose that.

She glanced over at Gavi, who was dozing contentedly in the sun, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath. For a moment, she considered telling him how she felt, how scared she was that this might ruin everything. But then she remembered the way he'd made her feel last night, the way he made her feel right now. And she knew that she couldn't bring herself to say those words. Not yet, anyway.

Instead, she settled for lying beside him, basking in the warmth of the sun and the glow of their newfound connection. She didn't know where this would lead, but for now, she was just going to enjoy the ride.

They spent the rest of the day lounging by the pool, occasionally diving into the water to cool off or finding shade beneath one of the many palm trees. The gentle sound of the waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing background for their conversation, which flowed effortlessly between them as they discussed their favorite memories from their childhood, their dreams for the future, and even their deepest fears.

As the afternoon wore on, Y/n began to feel a sense of peace wash over her. It was as if she had been carrying a heavy burden for so long, and now that she had finally let it go, she could breathe again. She glanced over at Gavi, wondering if he felt the same way. His eyes were closed, his face serene, and she knew that whatever was happening between them, it was real.

As the sun began to sink below the horizon, casting a warm golden light across the sky, they decided to head back to their villa. Their hands were intertwined as they walked, their fingers entwined in a way that felt both familiar and intimate. The air was heavy with the scent of jasmine and sea salt, and the sound of cicadas singing their strange, haunting song filled the air.

Back at the villa, they showered together, washing away the sweat and sand from their bodies. Their touches were gentle, almost tentative, as if they were both afraid that one wrong move would shatter the fragile connection that had formed between them. As they dried off, Gavi pulled Y/n close, wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Do you want me to leave?" he asked softly, his voice barely audible above the sound of the ceiling fan whirring overhead.

She sighed, leaning back into him. "No," she said, "I don't want you to leave. But I don't want this to change things, either."

He nodded, pressing a kiss into her hair. "I understand," he said. "We'll take things slow, and we'll figure it out together. Okay?"

She felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, and she couldn't help but wonder if it was fear or anticipation that she was feeling. Or maybe it was a little bit of both. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to steady her racing heart. "Okay" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

They stood there in the bedroom, naked and barefoot, the warm air of the room playing over their still-damp skin. The sheets on the bed were rumpled from their previous activities, and the room was filled with the lingering scent of their bodies. Y/n felt a pang of desire well up within her as she looked at Gavi, his strong arms crossed over his broad chest, his muscles rippling beneath his smooth skin.

She moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her body against his. He let out a soft moan, his hands coming up to cradle her face. His lips met hers, and they kissed with a hunger that was equal parts passion and tenderness.

As they kissed, she could feel herself responding to him, her body growing wet with desire. She wanted him, and she knew that he wanted her too. But she also knew that there was something more than just physical attraction between them. There was a connection, a bond that went deeper than anything she had ever felt before. And she wasn't sure if they were strong enough to handle it.

They broke apart, gasping for air, their chests heaving as they stared into each other's eyes. For a moment, the silence was deafening. And then Gavi smiled, his lips curling up into a crooked grin. "I think we're going to be okay," he said, his voice soft and reassuring. "I think we're going to figure this out."

She smiled back at him, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. Maybe they could make this work, maybe they could have their friendship and their newfound love without it ruining everything. As they stood there, holding each other close, she knew that they were in this together. And no matter what happened, they would face it together.

They moved slowly, their bodies instinctively knowing how to touch each other in a way that was both intimate and tender. Gavi lowered her onto the bed, his lips trailing soft kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. Y/n arched her back, letting out a soft moan as he teased her nipples with his teeth. The sensation was exquisite, and she felt herself growing wetter with desire.

As he moved between her legs, she spread her legs wider, giving him better access. He kissed her inner thighs, tracing circles around her sensitive flesh with his tongue before finally bringing his mouth to her core. His tongue darted out, circling her clit, and she threw her head back, crying out his name as pleasure washed over her.

She could feel him hard against her thigh, and she reached down, guiding him to her entrance. He thrust forward, entering her in one smooth motion, and she let out a gasp at the intensity of the feeling. He began to move, their bodies moving in unison, his skin sliding against hers, creating friction that heightened the sensation.

As they made love, she couldn't help but marvel at the way they fit together, as if they were always meant to be this way. The connection between them was palpable, and it felt like they were sharing more than just their bodies. They were sharing their souls, their deepest desires, and their fears. It was a connection that was both terrifying and exhilarating, and she wasn't sure if they could survive it.

Gavi's hands moved expertly over her body, his touch both tender and demanding. She arched her back, meeting his thrusts with her own, their skin sliding against each other in a dance that was both erotic and primal. She could feel herself growing closer to the edge, the tension building inside her, and she knew that the release was near.

With a cry, she came, her body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Gavi followed her over the edge, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into her. They collapsed together on the bed, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they tried to catch their breath.

"God, I love you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their hearts hammering against their chests.

He smiled down at her, his eyes filled with tenderness. "I love you too, my Y/n," he replied, his voice just as soft. They lay there for a while, lost in the afterglow of their passion, relishing the feel of their sweaty skin against each other's.

Eventually, they pulled apart, both needing a moment to catch their breath and regain their composure. He reached over to the bedside table, retrieving a bottle of water and handing it to her. She took a long drink, feeling the cool liquid wash away the remnants of their lovemaking.

"I think we should talk," he said, his voice serious. She nodded, knowing that they couldn't avoid it any longer. They needed to figure out how to navigate their new relationship, how to balance their friendship with their burgeoning romance.

They both sat up, facing each other, their knees touching. "Do you think we can do this?" Y/n asked, her voice laced with uncertainty. "I mean, can we be together and still be friends?"

Gavi nodded slowly, considering her words. "I think we can, but it's not going to be easy. We're going to have to be honest with each other, communicate, and respect each other's boundaries."

She smiled, feeling relieved by his answer. "And what about everyone else? What if they find out?"

He shrugged. "We'll deal with that when it happens. For now, let's focus on us and how we feel about each other."

They lapsed into silence, lost in their own thoughts. Y/n couldn't help but wonder how this would affect their lives, their careers, and their friendship with the other members of the team. But for now, she was content to be with Gavi, to feel the warmth of his skin against hers and the beating of his heart beneath her fingers.

As they continued to talk, they began to work through some of the issues they were facing. They discussed their fears and their hopes for the future, and they promised to be honest with each other no matter what. The more they talked, the more comfortable they felt with the idea of being together, of sharing their lives in this way.

Finally, they decided to take things slowly, to keep their relationship a secret for now and see where it led them. They knew that they still had a lot of work to do, but they felt a sense of peace and contentment that they hadn't experienced in a long time.

As the sun began to set outside, casting a warm glow through the window, they lay down together once more, their bodies entwined. Y/n closed her eyes, feeling grateful for the love and support that Gavi had given her, and for the chance to finally explore the depths of their feelings for each other.

She knew that things were going to be different now, but she also knew that she was ready for the challenge. Together, they could face anything.

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kittykattysstuff · 2 days

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When mom's away, it's time to play!

Warning: Stepcest.

Stepdad!Toji x fem!Reader

WC: 2.2K

Summary: Your mother won't be home during the weekend due to a business trip. With her gone and the entire house to yourselves, you and your stepdad Toji get to know each other in more intimate ways.

"Bye, dear. I'll be back Monday morning." Your mom gave you a kiss on the cheek as she left the house.

"Keep Toji some company, will you? This can be a great opportunity for you two to have some father-daughter bonding time."

She smiled, giving Toji a peck before she climbed into the driver's seat of her car. You gulped. Sometimes you wondered if your mother was either too oblivious to notice the furtive glances Toji threw your way whenever you were in the same room, or if she actually noticed them, and simply didn't care, confusing his inappropriate behavior for affection.

Well, it didn't matter what your mom thought. Her opinions wouldn't change the fact that you would be spending the whole weekend alone with Toji.

"Don't worry, love. I'm sure Y/N and I will have a lot of fun together."

You pretended not to notice the sexual innuendo behind your stepdad's words. God, this was going to be a long weekend. You and Toji waved as your mom started the car and drove away.

"Finally home alone. "Toji smirked, following you inside the house. You didn't need to turn to know he was shamelessly checking your ass. "Any plans for the weekend?"

He asked before you walked up the stairs to your room.

"Not really." You shrugged. You were more than ready to get this talk done and over with, but it seemed like Toji wouldn't let you off so easily.

"I intend to study for my upcoming exams."

That was a lie and Toji knew it. He knew you had already finished all your exams and didn't have any more classes until the next semester, since your mother had told him before you arrived from college at the beginning of the week.

"That's lame. Even Megumi's going to his friends' house. You should live a little, doll. How about we follow your mom's suggestion and have some father-daughter bonding?"

Toji's smile was so sweet, you could almost mistake him for an angel if you didn't know him. However, you did know him, and you knew that behind that sweet smile, were actually the most evil intentions. You felt yourself getting hot. You didn't want to admit it, but ever since you met Toji Fushiguro, you felt attracted to the man. His broad shoulders, thick thighs, and captivating emerald eyes made him look like a Greek god.

"Well, what do you have in mind?"

Against your better judgment, you indulged in his ideas.

"We could binge watch some of those rom-com movies that you like so much."

"You? Watching "girly" movies?" You asked, quoting the way he always complained about the films you and your mom liked to watch.

"Anything for you, doll."

Oh, you were definitely screwed. It took all your willpower not to jump him right then and there. Instead, you found yourself agreeing to his offer.

"Sure, why not."

Two hours later, the credits of "10 things I hate about you" appeared on the TV screen.

"This one wasn't so bad."

Your stepdad commented, stretching his huge arms, which were conveniently bare, given he was wearing a tight black tank top. You watched him put an arm on the back of the couch, getting dangerously close to you as he adjusted in a more comfortable position.

You were starting to seriously regret your choices today. You'd been doing a decent enough of a job trying to avoid Toji ever since he and your mom got married, almost one year ago. Because as soon as he stepped into your home in all his glory when they were still dating, two years ago, you knew you were in trouble.

The man was literally sex on legs, all your teenage dreams personified right in front of you, and the worst part is, he knew the effect he had on you. He knew it and he purposely took every chance he had to get closer to you; from accidental touches that started to linger more each time you both were in the same vicinity, to the hungry looks he sent you, not even trying to hide them.

You thought that once Toji and your mom got married, things would stop. But it was quite the opposite. Taking advantage of the fact you wouldn't be able to actively avoid him, since Toji and Megumi moved in with you and your mom after the wedding, Toji was everywhere. And he was driving you insane.

Your only solace was college. Your college was considerably far from your home, so as soon as you were accepted, you opted to live on campus rather than commute back home. The reprieve was great, especially because now you could be alone with your thoughts, without your step dad's presence everywhere you turned. If you didn't see nor think about Toji, then you were safe from the ever growing attraction between you.

However, now that the semester had finished and you wouldn't have classes for three weeks, your feelings were more and more difficult to ignore. Especially now that it was only the two of you in the house.

"What's next?"

Your step dad asked, though he didn't really seem interested in the answer whatsoever.

"Legally Blonde." You replied, selecting the next movie.

For the most part, things were going well. You were so concentrated on the film that you almost forgot about Toji's presence. That is, until his hand started to softly caress your shoulder. You held your breath as your step dad started rubbing circles on your skin delicately.

In hindsight, you know you should've stopped him instantly. But you were tired, Toji's touch was warm and honestly, you were craving some affection lately. So yeah, you let him touch you. After all, parents and their children touched all the time, that was normal, you rationalized. Except, there was nothing innocent in the way your step dad was getting closer to you.

His hand was now on your hips, massaging them expertly. You could feel his thigh pressed to yours. Before you noticed, a low moan fell from your lips. From your peripheral, you could see your step dad smirking.

"You're so far from me. Come closer, angel, I won't bite."

He didn't expect an answer from you, already pushing you to sit on his lap.

"This okay?"

Toji asked, his chin on your shoulder, his hot breath on your neck. You moaned again.

"Yes." You managed to say in a whisper.

"Y'know, this movie's getting boring, dontcha think?"

Toji said before sucking on your shoulder. Your breath caught in your throat.

"Toji, we shouldn't..."

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to touch you, doll."

Before you could protest, Toji captured your lips, giving you a bruising, passionate kiss. You opened your mouth, and he wasted no time to shove his tongue down your throat. He nibbled your lower lip with deliberate boldness, hearing a soft moan of pleasure in response, making his arousal sensually painful. As you kissed, Toji wanted to drink in your moans in sweet tremors of sinful pleasure.

Toji and you separated briefly, his sharp gaze locked on yours as you both struggled to regain you breath. Before things could get even more physical, he pressed his forehead to yours, inhaling deeply. You caressed his soft dak locks, reveling in the texture against your fingers. For a man as big as he was, Toji could be surprisingly endearing when he wanted to.

"Do you want this?" He finally asked, moving so that you'd be able to see each other in the dark room illuminated only by the dim light of the TV.

"If you say yes, I won't be able to hold back."

You knew that if you went further than this, there was no going back. You nodded, smiling. You had made your decision. You had wanted him for so long, you wouldn't miss the chance of having him all to yourself.

"I do, Toji. Fuck me."

"Damn. You're gonna drive me crazy."

Toji didn't waste time, ripping off your white buttoned shirt and your tight shorts to reveal your underwear.

"So perfect." He muttered as he unclasped your bra, immediately latching his mouth on your nipple, while he played with the other.

"All for me."

He said reverently, before sucking hardly, which elicited a gasp from you due to all the pleasure he was giving you. You kept your hands on his hair, in a tight grip. Toji's mouth and his finger kneading your tits felt magical.

"Yes, daddy, l'm all yours."

You didn't even notice what you had said until Toji stilled his movements, looking at you like a hawk. Instantly, you felt self-conscious, a blush on your cheeks as you mistook his sudden halt in his movements for rejection.

"Fuck."

Toji mumbled, licking his lips and watching you with a lust-filled gaze.

"Say that again."

Your shyness gave way to pure pleasure, the carnal desire consuming the two of you.

"Daddy."

You repeated, feeling his arousal as his dick twitched. Your step dad looked an animal, his expression was so filthy you almost came on the spot. He changed positions, laying you down on the couch, his firm, muscular chest pressing against your body.

You took his black tank top off, and kissed every inch of skin you could find. His shoulder blades, his abdomen, his chest, everywhere. Toji moaned, fueling you to continue.

"I know you're eager to play, baby, but I can't wait."

Toji took your hands off his body as gently as he could. Understanding what he meant, you moved your hands to his pants, ubuttoning his leather belt. Toji wriggled out of the fabric of clothing, throwing it away haphazardly. You could see the white patch of precum in his black boxers.

"I've dreamed about fucking your tight little pussy for so long, you've no idea."

Toji kept muttering as he got rid of the rest of yours and his underwear, the last remaining clothing between you two.

"Whenever I fuck your mom, I imagine you. I have to keep myself from moaning your name".

"Daddy, please, I need you."

"You want daddy's cock, little girl? Don't worry, daddy's gonna make you feel so good you won't want any other dick anymore."

"Yes, daddy, please, I need you so badly! Fuck, me daddy!"

Your stepdad kissed you again as he entered you without warning, giving you no time to adjust to his size. Toji sucked your mouth, bit your lips, swallowed your taste as if it were the last kiss he would give in his life. The kiss made you forget the slight discomfort you felt when he first penetrated you.

Toji buried himself to the hilt inside you, making you moan loudly. You wrapped your legs around his waist, so that he could reach even deeper.

"So tight. Perfect little pussy, was made for me."

"Only yours, daddy."

The position allowed him to explore all the curves of your body as he moved frenetically inside you. God, he was amazing. You couldn't fathom why you tried to resist your stepdad in the first place. Now that you had a taste, you would certainly become addicted.

You pressed your hands on his taut abdomen, feeling his strong chest, buffy arms and prominent collarbone. Holy shit, his body was a masterpiece. You moved in sync, lost in the pleasure of the skin to skin contact. Toji started rubbing his fingers over your clit, sending you over the edge.

"D-daddy, I'm close."

You mumbled, breathing heavily.

"Cum, baby. Let it all out for daddy."

You felt all the tension explode from your nerves, relaxing all your muscles at once and clouding your mind in the most genuine relieved ecstasy.

"Will you let daddy cum inside you baby?"

"Yes daddy, please! Cum inside me, need you!"

"Fuck!"

Your words made Toji cum inside you in full force, your insides creaming his cock deliciously. Toji pulled you to his side, letting you lay on top of him.

"That was amazing."

You smiled, turning your head and resting your chin on his chest. He smiled back at you, stroking your cheeks lovingly. You leaned on his touch, letting yourself enjoy this rare soft side of his, knowing that this could very well be the first and last time you two were so intimate.

"Well, I'm glad. Now stand up."

He urged you, leaning forward on his elbows and creating some distance between you. You tried to hide your disappointment with a fake smile. That was the problem. You held back so much because you knew that when you caved, you wouldn't wanna let him go. Swallowing, you reminded yourself that it was only natural. After all, he wasn't yours to begin with. He was your mother's. Putting on a brave face, you finally stood up, gathering your clothes and attempting to cover your body the best you could. Before you could stray too far, however, you felt a tug in your hand.

"What is it, Toji?"

You asked, feeling irritated. He told you to go, but still kept bothering you. Classic Toji.

"Hey, I thought it was daddy. And where do you think you're going? I was gonna ask you to take a bath. It's only the beginning of the weekend, darling, we still have lots of time for father-daughter bonding moments. And I intend to enjoy it as much as I can."

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aliaology · 2 days

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SO AMERICAN (short)

SUMMARY: in which holtzy and you are dating, and you are very much in love with him

PAIRINGS: alexander holtz x fem!hughes!reader

WARNINGS: none just fluff :)

driving on the, right side road. he says im pretty, wearing his clothes. and hes got hands that, make hell seem cold. feet on the dashboard, he’s like a poem i wish i wrote. i wish i wrote.

you were the prime example of ‘passenger princess’ but in your very own car. i mean— it wasn’t necessarily your fault that you weren’t the best suited to drive in the city. no no— it was jacks because all he did was drive you and luke around.

but your brother was not the one driving. no, it was your boyfriend who was. you also never understood why he loved to drive your car. but the actual reason was because it was so… you. and he loved that.

your feet were propped on the dashboard, notebook and pen in your lap and hand as you mindlessly scribbled words together. alex’s hand was on your thigh, the warmth from his hand spreading throughout your body like a wildfire.

his fingers traced lightly on your bare thighs, pinky almost sliding up and hitting your shorts with every move he made. the bumps in the road made it so his hand would lightly hit your skin.

your eyes were averted to the pen and paper as you eagerly wrote down word after word, his hand squeezing your thigh every few minutes.

as he squeezed your thigh one more time, you looked over to him. he was the epitome of a love poem and you wished you were the one to write it. with a soft smile on your face, you leaned closer to him and placed your lips onto his cheek.

and he laughs at all my jokes, and he says im so american! oh god, its just not fair of him to make me feel this much. go anywhere he goes, and he says im so american! oh god, im gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up. i might just be in la-la-la-la-love.

you two were at a restaurant, smiling at each other. you spoke, hushed and quietly, almost with embarrassment. your words caused him to burst with laughter, hand slapping over his mouth as his shoulders shook.

his reaction caused you to giggle, a bright smile on your face. the smile would quickly turn to one of embarrassment when you ask a waitress for a meal— one that you have trouble pronouncing. and he laughs as the waitress leaves.

you had a frown on your face— not one of sadness but one of ‘are you kidding me?’

alex snorted as he spoke, “you are so american.”

feigning a look of offense, your eyes narrowed slightly, giving a look of hurt. this just caused alex to chuckle more before grabbing your hand and pressing a small kiss to it.

“how about we just get out of here instead? i think i’d very much rather eat in.” he suggested.

and so you went wherever he did. you ditched the restaurant. you ditched the fancy dinner, and you went home. when you got home; you both eagerly sat on the couch and just watched a movie.

god im so boring, and im so rude! cant have a conversation if its not all about you. the way you dress and, the books you read. i really love my bed but man its hard to sleep when he’s with me. when he’s with me…!

you sat with your friends, picking at your nails as they spoke. their conversation being something about style— something about clothes. you weren’t too interested, you weren’t even talking.

“anything to add, y/n?” one asked.

you shrugged. “i don’t know— style wise i really like alex’s and maybe i’m just biased but it seems super comfy. shockingly he also has a great taste in books and—“

“girl all you do is take about your man!” your friend cut you off.

another friend piped up, “can’t say i blame her. i mean we’ve been friends for what? seven years? in that time frame shes had one boyfriend and he kinda sucked. if i had a man treat me the way hers does, i’d be plastering that everywhere.”

your last friend shrugged. “i get it— honestly i want to hear more about this guy. she talks about him but its never enough because someone interrupts her.”

“its fine— all you really need to know about him is that he treats me very well, and i love him.”

after your little get together with your friends, you made your way to your apartment. the sun was setting and you wanted to lay in bed. but as soon as you got home, locked up and went to your room and saw your boyfriend, you knew for a fact you wouldn’t be going to sleep.

i apologize if its a little too much, just a little too soon. but if the conversation ever were to come up i don’t wanna assume this stuff. but aint it rough? think im in love!

#hockey #nhl #nhl imagine #nhl hockey #new jersey #new jersey devils #jack hughes #alexander holtz x y/n #alexander holtz x reader #alexander holtz imagine #alex holtz #alexander holtz #holtz10 #10

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obsessedwrhys · 2 days

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I would like to request being sickly sweet/mushy with ROTTMNT Leo- I'm talking always kissing, cuddling, holding hands, giggling, holding/carrying each other around and even using the most dramatic names (mostly to mess with the rest of the Hamato family- April included) ie. Calling each other shmoopie poo and stuff like that

LOVESICK!LEO DATING HEADCANONS

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ major fluff, lots of cheesy stuff, reader is fem!! (I love this ask sm)

To put it together, you both act like those highschool sweethearts.

One wouldn't be seen without the other, everyone just immediately sees you two as a pair that does everything together.

The dates would be so over the top too.

The most recent one would be when he prepared a dinner date on top of a musuem so you guys could enjoy the view. The place completely decorated with flowers and fairy lights.

Ya'll would definitely have matching things. It doesn't matter if it's a bracelet, necklace or onesie. You both just have the urge to have something that reminds you of the other person.

Which comes easily that you'd own something of his and him having something of yours.

Apparently he had given you his old bandana when he had gotten a new one. Instead of leaving it lying around to catch dust, you decided to use it as a ribbon for a hairtie. Trust that the first time he saw you with it, dude was levitating with heart eyes.

For him, you had gifted him a scarf. He was on cloud nine when he got it because it was entirely your scent. He would smell it every now and then or just wear it when you'd be busy with your daily tasks. It brings him comfort.

That's why everytime you visited after a long time, he'd completely shower you with cuddles and kisses. He doesn't really care if his family sees. Boy is just overjoyed to finally spend time with you again.

Even though his family are happy for him. They honestly wished he could tone it down a bit.

That's because he wouldn't even focus during patrols or missions because he'd just be talking about you. It drives his brothers nuts sometimes.

"Aw man! I forgot to tell (Y/N) goodnight!" Leo panicked.

"We're fighting off a huge squid monster and THATS your concern?!!" Donnie shouted while fending off one of the tentacles.

To be clear, the family doesn't hate you, they are actually welcoming towards you. It's just HIM they find annoying.

It got even worse when they overheard the petnames you both had for each other.

Ranging from petnames such as Booboo Bear to my little ketchup packet (???)

It's worst when he says them in a baby voice towards you.

"Here's your food! I got it all for my shnookums wookums" He'd say as he caresses your face.

Since he's so in love with you, he's willing to give you piggyback rides and carry you around the lair. He's so dramatic with it too.

"Make way!!! The queen is headed to the kitchen!!" He'd shout, making your grand entrance known to everyone nearby.

He has once pushed Donnie aside when he wouldn't move out of the way.

Also, Leo enjoys kissing you a lot. I'm just saying 🤷🏻‍♀️

His favourite spots to kiss you would be easily your cheeks. He finds them super cute that he wishes he would just leave his lips on there forever.

If you happen to have a mole on your face or anywhere on your body, he's kissing it, that's cause he sees it as a marking for him.

One thing I wanna say is that you two happen to have this weird habit of acting out scenes from any tv series you guys would watch together.

It catches the family off guard sometimes because you guys would just break into character out of nowhere.

Scenario ↴

"Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, could you pass me the salt?" You'd ask and Leo would suddenly turn to face you with a soft smirk.

"Oh my sugar-plum, here you go, just the way you love it" He'd say in a more dramatic voice as he hands it to you.

"Uh oh..."

"Oh, you know me so well. A little sprinkle of love… and salt" You'd say, sprinkling the salt into your soup.

"I always do sprinkle a little bit of extra salt in your life, you know... to keep things exciting" He winks at you which earns a disgusted groan out of his brother.

"Uuugggh!! C'mon!!!"

"Don't get carried away now cuppy-cake. I still want you to enjoy our lovely soup" You'd say, feeding him a spoonful that he drinks with a satisfied hum.

"It's perfect... just perfect. We must celebrate this!! To eternal love, salted and peppered!!" Leo would say, holding up his drink, pretending it was wine as he takes a huge gulp from it.

"You guys need help and I mean serious help" April said, pointing her spoon at both of you.

It's always fun to act it out (only for you two) because it would end with you and him bursting into laughter everytime.

Last thing I wanna add is that Leo definitely prepares the bed before you guys cuddle.

He always make sure everything is in place. The pillows, the blankets, some squishmallows, whatever it is that you need!!!

Honestly? He is 100% a loverboy.

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mxtantrights · 3 days

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This is my first time asking a request so I hope I’m doing it right. But I was wondering if you could do a boxer!Jason with reader reminiscing about high school? I love your boxer!Jason so much 🩷

you're good!! <3 thank you for sending this in.

You're sitting on the couch with boxer!Jason. You two are watching some really cringy and lame movie. But honestly it was just something to put on in the background while you two enjoyed each other's company.

somehow the topic of high school came up. Maybe someone in the movie has a flashback- a god awful one where they just put glasses and braces on the same actor and call it a flashback.

"I had a lot of friends in high school." you say.

boxer!Jason looks at you fondly, "Of course you did, gorgeous."

"I bet you had tons of friends too." you reply.

boxer!Jason snickers to himself, "Not quite."

He wraps his arm around your shoulder and brings you closer. You look up at him in pure confusion. There was no way he didn't have friends in high school. he just looks like the type.

"No way. I thought you were like a jock or something. Well, a nerdy jock." you say out loud.

"Less jock, more nerd." Jason answers.

"I just can't picture it." you reply.

"Well I didn't have all this muscle, and I was shorter. Much shorter."

You laugh to yourself, "I can't really believe you Jay, I mean I need evidence of this."

"Yeah right. As long as I live you'll never see a picture of me back then." Jason chides and places a kiss on your forehead.

Then he goes back to watching the movie. You of course can't actually let it go. And you can pick up on his joking tone. So you do the one thing you know best. You pick up your phone and text Dick for some proof.

"You're totally texting my brother right now aren't you?" Jason asks.

You nod you head, "I promise I won't even save it to my phone."

"I can always claim it's photoshop." Jason shrugs his shoulders.

"Whatever you say," you chuckle as the picture comes through your phone, "aw, baby you were so cute!"

"You're lucky I love you so deeply and profoundly." he leans over and softly bites your cheek.

You reach up to touch the side of his face.

#dc x reader #dc blurbs #Jason todd blurb #Jason todd x reader #Jason todd imagine #Jason todd #boxer!jason #dc imagine

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meraxesmoon · 3 days

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Can Aegon give Aemond a turn with Aemma??

(say that 3x fast lol)

aegon is like really into cucking but aemma isnt so she has to be really drunk

Or its her revenge for aegon killing her mom and aegon gets really mad

It's definitely Aegon's idea, but he literally tortures Aemond. Like, he's not getting anything until Aegon is satisfied.

He sort of hates Aemond for being the perfect son, so once Aegon finally has something to hold over his head, he does it without mercy in any form. That's not to say that Aegon is simply using Aemma to get back at his little brother, though. Aegon has been obsessed with her since they were children, and finally, being able to call himself her husband makes Aegon hot under the collar.

Aegon has a very vast sexual appetite, and his wife has come to know this well in her time being married to him. Aegon was rather tame their first night together, but over the years he'd become more bold in his sexual activities. He's king of the Seven Kingdoms, he doesn't answer to anyone, and that becomes painfully clear for just about anyone who comes into contact with Aegon. It's hard to control a dog when you place a crown on his head.

He's absolutely shameless, too!

Aegon had the throne sawed down (to make it less dangerous for the wifey), and he has Aemma ride his cock while he sits his throne every once in a while. Specifically, this is how their second child is conceived. It doesn't help that he's pretty loud in bed, so getting caught by others is a common occurrence for Aegon and Aemma. It often leaves her mortified, and she loathes going to meetings with her husband. The only time Aegon shows up for a meeting early is when he's in the mood to rail his wife against the council table.

Unfortunately for Aemma, she is no stranger for Aegon's odd affinity for introducing others into their bedroom. The amount of times Arryk and Tyland have been invited to fuck Aemma is absolutely horrid. She's always either disassociating or drunk as hell. The way I characterize Aemma is very similar to how Aemma Arryn was. She's very sweet, so she ends up just doing what Aegon says because she knows he'll take care of her.

Despite the number of times she'd been bent over by her husband's men, Aemma only ever had Aegon's children. After each tryst, Aegon would have a cup of moon tea prepared for his wife, making sure that her womb stayed bare.

That, for Aemond, is a problem.

Aegon cradles her cheeks in his hands, pressing a sloppy kiss to her bitten lips. Aemma drunkenly whines as she feels the fabric of her night gown be ripped in the front. Aemond sat awkwardly on the bed, almost wanting to leave. It was such an inappropriate thing, watching his brother grope and squeeze at his wife's breasts, however, it was something Aemond did often. It shouldn't have been any different this time, but he was too close.

Mere moments later, Aemond is sucking on her tits and playing with her cunt while Aegon sits in a chair close by, watching contently while sipping at a glass of wine.

Aemond couldn't believe his brother would allow him to do such a thing. If he were Aemma's husband, he would skin any other man who dared to touch her, but Aegon had always been an odd man.

Lips sucking her nipple, Aemond pushes his long fingers into her cunt, just as Aegon had instructed him to.

'She's sensitive, so be nice,' he had said, smirking as he watched the inexperienced movements of his younger brothers hand under the soft nightgown Aemma wore. Too drunk on honied wine, Aemma can only whimper into her pillow as the pleasure overtook her intoxicated body.

Her cunt was wet, dripping actually, and Aemond could feel the painful throb of his cock underneath his night clothes. The inside of her cunt was tight and warm, almost like a blanket. Aemond found it comforting, as odd as that sounded. His fingers were long and thick, and Aemond's fingertips danced around that special spot of hers.

As Aemond groans against her tits, Aegon has his hand wrapped around his exposed cock, feeling a bubble of laughter rise from his throat as he watched the scene in front of him. It was obvious how eager and desperate Aemond was getting by how he humped his clothed cock against Aemma's thigh. The motions of his hand underneath her nightgown became erratic, and Aegon could see the sheen of saliva on Aemma's breasts.

Watching his holier-than-thou little brother drool all over his wife's tits was humorous to Aegon.

Aemma's body spasms once more, another orgasm ripping through her body, and she tries to grab at Aemond's arm to get him to remove his hand from beneath her gown. The warning of sensitivity Aegon gave was no joke. He had learned this in half an hour of touching Aemma.

Seemingly drunk on his pleasure, Aemond removes his hand and goes to replace it with his mouth, but before he can do so a painful pang of his scalp shocked Aemond out of his pussydrunk stupor.

Aegon yanked his younger brother back by the hair, smirking at the annoyed expression on Aemond's face.

"You still have a long way to go before I decide you deserve to taste her, little brother~"

i really want to do more oc, to be honest

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calumfmu · 2 days

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divorce lawyer steve is the loml 😍

could we see him finally meeting the husband you’re divorcing? 😉

Shorter one, but you know--had to do this to build the little universe better.

Divorce Lawyer!Steve x Reader [part one. part two.]

cw: smut-ish (interrupted), vulgar language, slut shaming, older!Steve, two idiots in love

“What are you doing here?”

Steve stood in your doorway, semi casually dressed—to his standards. White button down, pushed to the elbows, navy blue pants, brown loafers. His glasses were missing from his face, hair disheveled as he seemed to be more dressed down.

“I was in town?” His voice was gravelly, as he hadn’t expected you to open the door before he even knocked. You were on your way out, a normal visit to the inner city to drown out the past few months with partying.

“You live on the other side of New York.”

“Ah.”

You two sat there, staring into each other’s eyes. It was the first time around him you had felt uncomfortable, if you had even wanted to call it that.

“What’s that?” Your finger pointed to a box, wrapped in black paper, glossy, with a single bow.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

He was acting suspicious, not quite meeting eye contact as he stood in your doorway, looking like a scared cat that could flee at any moment. You grabbed the box anyways, snatching it from his hands before turning on your heel to go into your living area, plopping down on the couch.

As you began to unwrap the gift, he remained at the door, hands shoved in his pockets. You eyed him, raising an eyebrow as you took off the last bits of paper on the box.

“Stop being weird, old man,” an exasperated sigh left your mouth as he grumbled to himself, not pleased with your comment referencing his age.

It had been about a month of being his client, discussing paperwork, the details of separation, fucking him behind closed doors. The last part shouldn’t be apart of the equation, but one look at him, you couldn’t resist the temptation.

As the door to your apartment closed behind him, he stepped in, taking a wide look at the room around him. Moving boxes were still present, shoved into the corners of the room, scribbles of your name on the cardboard. You didn’t know what he was expecting—you to be living this lavish life in a lavish apartment, but it was home to you. Home to you at least for now.

You gasped loudly, slapping your hands to your mouth as you finally took a look inside of the box. Manolo Blahnik Mary Jane’s, patent leather shiny as ever, sitting there and dying to be worn.

“Steve!” Your mouth was wide open, surprise evident as you were had no idea was even aware of this side of heaven—shoe heaven. Grabbing the shoes, you immediately toed off your others, trading them for the gifted heels. Perfect fit. “You shouldn’t have!”

Giddy with emotion, you ran over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. A sloppy kiss landed on his cheek, the grimace in return as your entire body weight leaned on him. Slowly his arms came to snake around your waist, gripping the skin around your middle section.

His eyes met yours as he stared down at you, warm, chocolate brown with a whole world to offer. In this lighting, you could truly see his beauty, how age only made him more angelic, filled with fine lines and moles dotting his cheeks.

“You said I owed you, so…” he shrugged, a smug look crossing his face as he took in how grateful you truly were for the gift.

“You didn’t actually have to,” you replied, trailing your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “The other pair wasn’t actually ruined, and these are so… so-”

“Think of it as an early separation gift.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the side of your mouth. Just as you turned to lean into the kiss, he pulled away, a slight dip of his eyebrow in teasing manner.

“Steve Harrington, what am I going to do with you?”

He looked away from you, smiling into the distance as you looked down at your shoes once more, squealing with delight. This was all too domestic, too inappropriate for what your relationship should be with him, especially only a month in—yet not a relationship at all, but who was anyone to tell you differently?

Sinking down to your knees, you were careful to not scuff the gifted shoes, settling on the balls of your feet. You reached for his belt buckle, hastily working the metal between your fingers. His hand instinctively came to your head, tangling in the hair as he gasped.

“What-what’s—no, you don’t have to-” His words became jumbled as you smirked up at him, blinking through long lashes.

Faux pouting, you freed his zipper, slowly pulling it down with the lightest touch of your fingers.

“I could tell you about this Ferragamo dress I’ve been eyeing,” you whispered, biting your lip as you began to palm his through his exposed underwear. His head dipped back quickly, his eyes rolling shut. “Or—I could show you how grateful I really am.”

He nodded down at you, tightening his grip in your hair as you pressed a kiss to his groin, staring up at him through it. A shuttered breath escaped him, slow and jagged, his eyes watching the quick dart of your tongue dampening the material.

Just as you pulled him out of his restraint, a rapid knock was heard at the door. Steve craned his head back, silently cursing to himself as you wrapped a hand around him, moving slowly over the velvety skin of his shaft.

“Should you get that?”

“They’ll go away.” An open mouth kiss was pressed to his head, licking away the beaded pearl at the tip. The salted skin had you drooling, already craving more.

The knock was more urgent this time, a male voice heard through the thick wood of the door. It made the both of you pause in your tracks, Steve’s eyes widening, your mouth half way around him.

“Is that-?”

“You think-?”

It took only one more knock before the two of you were making haste, Steve’s pants sliding up with a jump, you wiping the corners of your mouth. The both of you were trying to appear normal, appear like actual lawyer and client inside of whatever this was.

Rushing over to the door, you have one last look at Steve, him lingering over the kitchen island as he grabbed a random folder, grateful that it had been documents relevant to the divorce settlement.

Your soon-to-be-ex’s eyes were small as he took you in, eyes dragging down your figure. His looks, those in which you had once thought were beautiful, seemed devious, up to no good while he stood before you.

“New outfit? Looks slutty,” he muttered, pushing his way into your apartment. He looked around, focusing on the boxes in the corner of the apartment, taking in every minuscule detail of the room.

“Aw damn, I was hoping for more tramp-y,” you were firm in your words, but insecure nonetheless. You felt exposed as he stood there, nervous that he would instantly know what you and Steve had previously been up to.

Taking notice of the older man in the corner of the room, your ex adjusted his suit, shirt unbuttoned down to below mid-chest exposing firm muscle that had your eyes rolling. He put on a bravado-type show, puffing out his chest like some animal trying to intimidate its prey. Steve didn't notice.

You leaned a hip against your couch, arms crossed against your chest, eyes rolling back as your ex continued to do whatever he was doing.

"Is there a reason you're on my side of town?"

Steve finally turned around at the sound of your voice, pulling his wire frames out of his pants pocket and sliding them onto his face. If there was just the privacy of you two, you would've jumped him by now. Barely looking at the younger man, his eyes focused on the papers in front of him.

"Your side of town?" His NY accent was thick, home to the city you now call home. "Didn't realize that was on the table for the divorce."

"Speaking of terms of settlement, I don't think it's quite appropriate that you're here right now," Steve's voice drew the staring competition that you two began, two stubborn attitudes gnawing at each other. You were reluctant to pull your eyes away from the man, noticing just how cheap his expensive suit looked on him.

Your ex turned towards Steve, hands on his hips, chest poked out, styled hair coiffed on his head. Its style didn't compare to the older man—and he had about 20 years on him.

"And who might you be, old man?"

Steve's reply was a tick of his jaw, tongue smacking against his teeth as he walked up to meet the man. A hand shot out for him to shake, although it was left unmet. Your ex-partner just stared down at it, thumb reaching out to rub against his bottom lip.

"Harrington, Steve Harrington. Representing the young lady over here." Sighing, Steve tucked the hand into his pocket, stifling his own eye roll at the rude gesture. He shared a brief look with you, understanding now why you wanted out of the marriage so badly. Even by this barely thirty second interaction.

"Mm, bet you're sleeping with her, grandpa," your ex's words had you stifling a giggle, your teeth digging into the palm of your hand to stop the sound. It wasn't that his words were funny, but more so Steve's reaction to it.

He had cleared his throat, rather loudly, tugged at his collar that hung loosely at his neck. Obvious wasn't the word to put it, just a surge of an uncomfortable feeling that overcame him. One thing you could count on was your ex-husband being dense as ever, grateful that he hadn't caught the movement he had made.

"Hardly ever professional," Steve answered, clasping his hands in front of him. "Even to joke about, young man."

He was met with a response similar to his original, a tick of the jaw and eyes cut towards him. The younger man hated the turn of the namecalling back, even despite calling Steve everything other than the word 'geriatric' itself.

"I can bet you want to. I mean, look at her."

"Sir."

The irritation that stemmed from the nicknames towards him geared towards the comments made about you, Steve pinched his nose bridge. He shoved the papers to the side, tugged on the sides of his jackets, straightened his posture. Taking a step towards you, he brushed past the younger guy.

"I have a meeting starting up soon," he said, crowding your space. One of his hands brushed against the side of your thigh, a gesture that went unnoticed by the other party in the room, definitely noticed by you. Butterflies began in the pit of your stomach, tingling lower as your skin burned with the touch of his hand. "We can meet at my office, our scheduled twelve."

As you began to answer, your ex spoke up for you, waving his hands in the air as he made his way towards the door instead.

"I'm heading out, you can relax, geezer," your ex opened the door, lingering for a moment more. "I was just stopping by to see what more my lawyer can collect."

He threw a wink towards you, nodding in Steve's direction.

"Better suit up well, pal. It's only going to get worse from here."

The door shut behind him, silence hanging heavy in the air as the two of you sat there—stunned silence. It took only seconds for you to start laughing as soon as that door closed, leaning against the couch with your hands covering your mouth, feet in the air as you sat on the back of the furniture. Steve shook his head at you, running his hands through his hair.

"Really? Him?"

You nodded, cackling at the mess that was left behind by the few words that were shared between the men. Taking a step in your direction, Steve found space between your open legs, hands resting on the couch outside of your thighs.

"There's no way he could've been anything other than that," Steve huffed a laugh finally, hanging his head as your giggles finally came to a stop.

You ran your hands up the front of his chest, the fabric of his shirt running between your fingers. Tugging at the material, you brought his face closer to your own, inches away from each other as you stared up into his eyes. That chocolate brown had you smiling softly, comfort easing the anxiety that had settled at your chest from the earlier interaction.

"Shut up and kiss me, old man."

Steve smiled widely, eyebrows shooting up. Humor found him at your words, different than the earlier reactions given. "Oh, you guys were perfect for each other."

You pressed your lips to his, slotting perfectly into his shape. It was a chaste kiss, a subtle press of lips that warmed your core.

"But I think you're perfect for me now."

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moonshynecybin · 2 days

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i feel like maïna sent me an ask/prompt about. SOMETHING. like this for forced coming out au genuinely so long ago but i can’t find it for the life of me so perhaps i simply made that up. anyways here’s a short fic set in that universe about them dealing with the panopticon. and in fact being pda whores in the panopticon. bon apetit

“There’s a photographer over there,” Marc whispers in his ear, breath warm and close. He loops his arms around Vale’s neck as he says it, sounding nonchalant, but Vale knows him better than that by now, can see the tension tucked in his shoulders, hidden in the carefully collected smile on his face.

“Hmm.” He replies, amiably, nosing at Marc’s cheek. They’re in the paddock and they’re together— of course there’s a photographer on them. There’s probably seven photographers on them. Par for the course in years past, but especially these last couple of months.

And Vale’s always believed that if people are going to look, he might as well give them a show.

He lifts a hand and flips Marc’s cap off of his head, setting it down backwards so the brims of their hats arent competing. Marc’s face catches the sun, and Vale leans in to kiss where it hits the jut of his cheekbone because he can— because it’s what he would do, if they were actually together. If Marc was a girl. If any of this had happened the way it was supposed to, for people like them.

His stomach clenches, involuntary. He thinks he can hear the click of a camera firing. Good.

“Now he can see me.” Marc complains, leaning closer. He tries to hide behind Vale, using their height difference to squeeze himself into his shadow, and Vale laughs, tugging at where his hair is starting to curl behind his ears, where Marc’s skin is smooth and warm.

“It’s been a few weeks— We should probably give them something to see.”

“It has.” Marc agrees, sneaking his hands down now, snaking them inside Vale’s jacket and under his shirt. “We should.”

Vale yelps, curves his body inward reflexively. They’re like ice.

“That’s cold!” He pulls a face. Camera flash.

Marc ignores him, cackles an evil little laugh into the fabric of Vale’s shirt around his collarbone. Vale lets him, wraps an arm around his shoulders and leans back in, making sure Marc is the only one who can hear. It’s their preferred mode of communication these days— close, edging on the line of plausible deniability. His lips catch on the delicate skin of Marc’s temple as he speaks, and they’re in public, so it’s okay to keep them there.

“Karen from PR asked the next time we are available, so we can, ah, do another date.”

Just a few months ago this would all have felt like a minefield, but when he raises an eyebrow —a question— Marc just nods easily. Understanding without words. They’ve been getting good at this part, after everything, all the press and performance and years on track, years in each other’s beds. In MotoGP, you have to be adaptable, able to read another rider’s move, know how they’re going to take a corner almost before they do— and there’s a reason Marc and him are the best at what they do.

“We’re in Phillip Island next week— do you want to try out that place we went last year?” Marc responds, voice lower a little more reserved. His fingers edge under the elastic of Vale’s waistband. His hands must really be cold.

Vale nods, even as his chest clenches, resentment and something less empowering spiking through him. Last year. Right at the end. Phillip Island.

Not a good memory.

He lays a hand to Marc’s neck, thumb hitting the hinge of his jaw. Tilts him where he wants him. Marc goes— like he always does, moving easily with him, body pliable everywhere but the track. His brown eyes focus in on Vale’s face, intent. Unsettling, if you know how he catalogs information, if you know how what sort of instincts he has on the bike— shoving in beside Vale on track without a thought. Risking a bit more than Vale’s ever been able to comfortably stomach.

But Vale’s always thrived in high pressure situations, under attention, and the way Marc’s eyes laser on him only makes him settle. Makes him sharper. Clearer. Hot danger zipping under his collar, shivery and sweet. He wonders what Marc will let him do, out here in the middle of the paddock, with a photographer on them.

Marc’s hands flex, where they’re pressed under Vale’s shirt, like he can understand what Vale’s thinking, that same uncanny ability to predict a move rising to the surface. His nails scrape a little, dragging along the skin of Vale’s lower back.

“Let’s do that.” Vale says. He doesn’t really remember what were they talking about. A date, he thinks. Marc all to himself.

Alone.

The careful attention of Marc’s eyes drop to his mouth, then once, quick, over his shoulder. The photographer. Right.

The show.

“Okay,” Marc says, eyes searching Vale’s face, uncharacteristically serious. Contemplative. Like he’s thinking about something. Vale raises an an eyebrow, but before he can say anything the look on Marc’s face condenses, and he leans up to kiss Vale sweetly, open and a little messy.

And this has always been the thing that’s worked most between them. Easy and magnetic. The push and pull. The perfect picture.

And then Marc’s pushing forward, deeper, licking into Vale’s mouth. Kiss skewing dirty, dirtier than they usually get nowadays, making Vale’s pulse jump— a dare. How far are you willing to go? it asks, that same impudent instinct he has when he’s diving up the inside of Vale’s race line coloring the kiss, and Vale answers.

His teeth bite at Marc’s bottom lip, exercising a little more control, and he crowds forward, using his height to push Marx’s head back, hand splayed on the edge of his jaw. Directing him, coaxing him. And Marc relaxes like that, back arching into Vale as the kiss extends. A surrender.

Vale’s got him where he wants him, and he doesn’t want to leave. He wants to lift a thigh, get Marc pressed up high and tight against him, wants to drag him off to his motorhome, see how far Marc is willing to let him go, wants to—

Another camera shutters, louder, closer, and it breaks the thread between them, bringing them back to reality. To why they’re here. Vale clears his throat, and Marc ducks his head.

Suddenly Vale’s chest hurts, feels cracked open with Marc tucked up against him, nose edging inside his jacket to find some warmth against Vale’s collarbone. So solid and warm and real. The only way Vale gets to hold him anymore is like this, for the cameras.

Love you, he lets himself think, probably for the first time. Love you, he doesn’t say. The camera shutters, and he pulls Marc closer into the well of his body.

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Uncle Marcus | Mark Lee

Domestic!Mark x Reader Genre: pure fluff Word count: 751 Warnings: mention of wisdom tooth removal Note: This is all for myself while I recover, would I like Mark to be my nephew's uncle? Yes definitely🤧

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Y/N heard her nephew's voice sing through the house, humming her name and she just smiled lightly, as much as she could at that moment and adjusted herself better in bed knowing that the two and a half year old baby would come running at any moment. “Uncle Marcus arrived!” the little boy announced at the door of his aunt's room and she held back her laughter with her hand over her mouth, already imagining her boyfriend's face. A few seconds passed before she saw her boyfriend's familiar face pass through the doorway in a kind of shock and disappointment upon hearing the wrong name, he was holding the small hand of Y/N's nephew who was bringing him to her room. "Hey love." Mark approached the bed and gave Y/N a quick kiss on the forehead. "How are you?" “Swollen.” she pointed to her left cheek and saw Mark laugh lightly as he looked at her. Her face was actually slightly more swollen compared to the other side but that was expected, considering that removing the tooth would do just that. “Any pain?” he asked worriedly and she shook her head. “I just feel sleepy.” she replied, lying down on the bed again. She still felt the anesthesia in her mouth, it had only been two hours since she had her wisdom teeth removed so the effects were still there. “Sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.” he assured and approached to give her a light peck, both Y/N and her nephew laughed. The nephew for finding the scene amusing and Y/N for feeling just one side of Mark's mouth press against hers. "What?" He laughed awkwardly. “I don’t feel anything on that side.” She explained, pointing to her own mouth and he laughed along. “Rest, okay?” he asked and she nodded. “Your nephew and I have a lot to play with.” Y/N admired her boyfriend holding her nephew in his arms, the little boy loved Mark and tired the boy until he himself fell asleep but it was a great battle because Y/N's nephew always fell asleep first. She just watched the two leave the room as her eyes grew heavier and heavier and she gave in to sleep.

[…]

Y/N started to wake up to the sound of the guitar chords, it was familiar, Mark tried to teach her nephew to play the guitar from an early age and the little one always had fun with the instrument, more hitting his own hand than playing the strings but he liked the songs and Mark singing for him. Just like Y/N, who didn't move to avoid attracting attention, she just watched her boyfriend and nephew sitting on the floor in their own little world. She enjoyed watching the interaction between the two, the two favorite people in her life adored each other and she couldn't feel happier. “Listen, grandpa and grandma are here.” Mark announced to the little one that clapped his hands and got up quickly, with the help of the older one and ran out of the room, Mark followed him a little late and came back a while later. “I didn’t see you woke up.” he said to his girlfriend as soon as he saw her eyes open, he sat next to her on the bed and took his hand to caress her back. “He adores you, you know?” Mark smiled widely, he also liked him as if he were his own nephew. And in fact he felt like it was. “He just needs to learn to say my name correctly, right.” Y/N laughed at Mark's disappointed expression. “One day I’m Marcus, the next Maku, he’s even said Mork.” “Will you believe me if I tell you that when you’re not here he says your name right?” Mark looked at her in disbelief. “I feel defeated.” He threw himself on the bed next to Y/N who stroked his hair lightly as he made himself better on the bed. “You’re his favorite uncle.” Y/N remembered and he nodded. “And he’s my favorite nephew.” Y/N laughed. “Because he’s the only one.” They both laughed and Mark turned to face her. “Thank you for coming today.” He moved closer to kiss the tip of her nose. “I said I would come and take care of you. Your parents have a child to look after and so do I.” Y/N narrowed her eyes. “Okay, Uncle Marcus.”

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may 4 | cease | @jegulus-microfic | 1057 words

“Stop,” Regulus begs, pushing James away. “Please just stop.”

James stares at him with heartbroken eyes, his face crumpled as he attempts to grab Regulus’ shaking hands. They’re in the Astronomy Tower, the night sky dark and thunderous, threatening a storm it’s waiting to unleash. The moon shines down on them and Regulus can’t help but realise the irony of losing James when the sun isn’t shining, but he doesn’t know when else he’s meant to do this.

They’ve been meeting in the tower for the past few months and at first it was fun, the two of them snarking and bickering with each other until slowly it became more physical, a push here and a jab there. Until one day James pulled. He pulled Regulus into him, his back against the bannister in the tower and pressed his lips to Regulus’ passionately. Regulus had just called him some ungodly name and James couldn’t take it anymore.

Soon the tower became a place where they not only argued but also just talked. About everything and everyone. Without realising it they had become each other’s safe space and the kisses soon turned tender and soft, and the fucking transitioned into something with a little more meaning. Regulus didn’t dive off straight away and actually allowed James to wrap his arms tightly around his middle, pulling him back into his embrace.

But that was then and this is now.

Now, Regulus is staring at James imploringly, eyes shining with tears not yet fallen and James wants to scoop him up and kiss his pain away, only Regulus won’t let him come near him. James doesn’t understand. “Regulus? What happened?”

Regulus lets out a bitter laugh, wet and humourless. “What happened? Did you get concussed whilst kissing that Prewett twin or are you just an imbecile?”

James feels as though he’s been slapped and staggers backwards, because he had kissed Gideon. Or rather, Gideon kissed him and James had spluttered and pulled away so quickly that he’d almost torn a muscle in his neck. It happened just now at the Gryffindor party, one that Regulus didn’t want to go to, preferring to be in the Astronomy Tower watching the stars. James, apologising to Gideon profusely about not being available, had rushed to get the map and find Regulus, opting to spend the rest of the night with him.

Which is where he finds himself now, staring down a furious Regulus, his eyes rimmed with red. He had obviously decided to come to the party last minute and walked right in on the worst scene imaginable.

“Regulus, it’s not what it seems at all. Please let me explain,” James begs, his heart pounding its way up his throat.

Scoffing, Regulus sniffs and wipes his cheeks harshly. The sight of his tears makes James ache something fierce. He wishes he could reach out and comfort him but he knows Regulus isn’t going to allow that. Has this horrible sinking feeling that Regulus might not let him ever again.

“What is there to explain? You kissed him, and I’m the idiot because I actually thought that this meant something to you,” Regulus’ shoulders droop suddenly and he stops wiping his cheeks, it’s all in vain anyway because the tears won’t stop. “Like it meant something to me.”

“Regulus,” James breathes, taken aback by this impromptu confession.

They never spoke about what they were to each other, just that they enjoyed finding release in each other’s bodies and didn’t want to stop. The sneaking about was fun, or at least James had thought so until his heart wrangled its way into the mix and then he sort of just wanted to snog Regulus whenever and wherever. But he refrained because he knew that Regulus was scared. Scared of what Sirius would think, scared of it getting back to his parents. They’d spoken about it, lying on blankets in the tower as the sweat cooled on their bodies, and James had sworn that he would protect Regulus from everyone that wished to harm him.

Looking at him now, James thinks that the only person harming Regulus is him.

“Just go, James.”

“No,” James declares, stepping forward with determination, because Regulus basically just confessed to him and there is no way in hell that he’s going to leave here without telling him how he feels. Even if Regulus doesn’t want anything to do with him now. He has to do this.

So he starts speaking whilst Regulus is quiet. “Gideon kissed me. We were dancing, surrounded by everyone else, it wasn't just us, and he sort of just attached himself to me. I pulled away instantly, hurt my neck a bit doing it so fast, and told him that I wasn’t available. Then I came here to find you, and well, you know the rest.”

By the end of the speech he’s shyly rubbing at the nape of his neck, eyes intently focused on Regulus. The younger boy is looking at James warily, but somewhere deep in his eyes James can see that he wants to believe what he’s saying.

“You’re not available?” Regulus asks, voice small and vulnerable. But his eyes. Merlin, his beautiful grey eyes are shining with something James thinks looks like hope, and it’s what spurs him forward.

Regulus allows him to take his hands as he approaches and soon they’re standing with their faces close. It’s intimate and it’s all James wants for the rest of his life. “I’m not. You see, there’s this really prickly Slytherin who I’m a little bit in love with. Even when he’s insulting me I can’t help but adore him.”

“He sounds like a right tosser,” Regulus says and James laughs, feeling brighter as Regulus smiles at him.

“Hey!” James scolds jokingly. “That’s my lover you’re talking about.”

Regulus rolls his eyes, cheeks staining a pretty red. The younger boy’s face turns grave once more, though. “You better not be messing with me, Potter.”

“Never,” James swears, leaning down so that his nose brushes Regulus’.

“Good,” Regulus breathes. “Because I’m in love with you, too.”

James surges to press his lips to Regulus’, heart pounding as he smiles into it. Nothing has ever felt sweeter than the press of Regulus’ lips to his, and he’s sure nothing will ever be as sweet as this moment.

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