#sharing dream pets just makes it extra sweet

[daylighteclipsed]

DDD is the best. Sora and Riku get soul married and become dads to a bunch of funny lisa frank animals.

#fambly #soriku #in all seriousness #it never hit me before how significant it is that they can share each other’s dream eaters like that #they are literally sharing each other’s dreams #it’s so cute how they take turns supporting each other #leaving each other bonuses but also treats and toys for their dream eaters #their family of spirit pets #i love how much this game showcases how nonexistent the boys’ rivalry is now #the vibes between this game and kh1 could not be more different #it’s all about mutual support and trust #they’re a team #what’s yours is mine #sharing dream pets just makes it extra sweet

[lovelettersfromluna]

Too Sweet

Summary: Getting divorced from your ex wife after a measly two years of marriage wasn’t exactly your plan, so now you’re packing up and moving back to your quiet small town, will old flings bring back even older feelings?

an: Count on me to hop from dark brooding vampire Ellie to high school sweethearts Ellie within the same month. Let’s just be completely honest, are you even apart of this community if you haven’t dabbled in mechanic!ellie? Long story short, I’m a sucker for a summer romance, so I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: MDNI!! eventual smut in later chapters!!, this one is sickly sweet I’m sorry (but also very angsty), reader is a bit of a tough cookie at the beginning of this (her hearts broken and her walls are back up what do you want me to do), mentions of cheating (no main characters don’t worry, mentions of alcohol consumption (all characters are 21+ ofc), lots of flashbacks, lots of kissing, pet names (baby, princess, angel, and a few special ones), mentions of cigarettes, pls lmk if I missed anything!!

The summer breeze was cool against your body, the linen blanket protecting your bare legs from the prickly grass, the stars even seemed extra brighter, almost putting on a show for you and Ellie as you both gazed up at them.

The summer after your senior year of high school seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye. One moment, you were walking across the stage in front of your entire class, taking she diploma you’d worked for since you were in kindergarten, all of those countless years of school finally coming to that moment, and the next, you’re laid out on the ground in your backyard with Ellie, soaking in the feeling of your last night together before it was time to leave for college.

You noticed Ellie’s hand reach up, finger pointing to a small pair of stars at the very corner of the deep navy blue sky.

“See those two? Tucked away in the corner? I think that one’s us…” she hummed out. It sounded like she was sure of it too, like it was a well known fact that she was simply sharing with you. It makes you giggle, rolling over to straddle the girl beneath you.

And it’s like the very stars above are in her eyes when she’s looking up at you, her hands caressing your soft, bare thighs, watching as your hair frames your face oh so perfectly. One of her hands reaches up, tucking it behind your ear as she gives you a soft smile.

“Who told you could be so fuckin pretty?” She pouts out playfully, almost angry with how beautiful you are. It makes you roll your eyes, bringing your hand down and giving her cheek a soft pinch.

“Shut up…” you mumble out, quickly becoming shy beneath your girlfriend’s gaze.

In that moment, you realize just how much you’ll miss moments like this. You were going off to the big city to live your dreams and go to college, and Ellie was staying behind because frankly, school was never really her thing. You knew that when both your decisions had been made, that it would more than likely affect your relationship. The thought makes you frown, and Ellie notices immediately.

She’s giving your thigh a soft pinch, sitting up and giving you all her attention.

“I thought we said no pouting today…you promised” she sighs out, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. It doesn’t really help, your hands loosely wrapping around her shoulders as you stare down at her lap that you’re settled on.

“I just…know that everything will change tomorrow” you sigh out, a soft pout on your lips as you avoid Ellie’s gaze.

She hums out in understanding, listening to your worries, simply allowing you to voice them. She lets a moment pass by before she responds.

“It’ll only change if we let it…I’ll come visit you all the time, and you need to come back to bake me and my dad cookies” she hums out nonchalantly, giving you a gentle shrug, which only earns a soft huff and a nudge from you to her shoulder.

“I’m serious El…I hate the idea of being without you…” you huff out softly. She chuckles as you give her a shove before she leans in to give you another soft kiss.

“I am being serious…” she drawls out, pulling away from you and cupping your cheek softly, staring into your eyes with so much love and care, it was almost unbearable.

“You’ll always be my girl…you know that” her voice is above a whisper, as if you and her were the only two people in the world. Sat there, in the quiet back yard of your even quieter neighborhood, the wind chimes clanking together on the front porch, paired with the sound of the rustling of the trees in the breeze, all of it coming together to create something of a perfect lullaby that can only be described as Ellie.

And her words make your heart bloom, giving you the hope that you needed to wake up in the morning and start your journey as a small town girl in the big city, knowing that if all else fails, you’d always have your Ellie to look forward to and depend on when you needed her.

Your cheeks almost feel sore with how big you’re smiling, leaning in and pressing a loving kiss to your girlfriends mouth, to which she accepts gladly, strong hands on your hips as she pulls you down to lay on her chest as her back hits the ground softly.

“I love you so much, Ellie…” you sigh out against her lips, barely giving yourself enough time to say it between the passionate kiss you two share. It makes her smirk against your lips, nodding as she gives your waist a gentle squeeze.

“Love you more, dream girl..” she hums out against you as she practically drowns herself in you.

It’s funny, because while that all felt like it happened just yesterday, it had been almost five years since you’d last seen Ellie Williams in the flesh.

Because as most teenage girls do, they aim for the stars. They believe that the sky’s the limit in the adult world, and where there’s a will there’s a way, and tons of other stupid sayings that are just words used to promise yourself something that may or may not happen.

All of it was just that, words that didn’t amount to anything.

Because you didn’t expect for the city and college to be the way that it was. The first night you moved into your apartment was one of the most hectic you’d ever experienced. You were a girl from a comically small town, catapulted into this fast paced world filled with adults who were going and coming from work, other students trying to make a name for themselves, and people simply trying to live.

To put things into simpler terms, you just weren’t available enough to keep Ellie in your life.

While she spoke to you on the phone almost the entire night of your first night in your apartment, soothing you and helping you sleep, and she made sure to text you in the morning and make sure you had everything you needed, your responses on the other end just became less and less frequent. Phone calls slowly stopped, text messages weren’t getting answered, and you gradually disappeared from Ellie’s life, the city swallowing you hole and keeping you away from her.

The worst part about it? You barely even noticed Ellie wasn’t in your life anymore. Between your classes and your job, you barely had enough time to breath let alone keep a relationship with your girlfriend.

It wasn’t until about a year into city life that it all happened. You were so absent, that you didn’t even realize Ellie sent you a message one day saying it was best to just be friends rather than try to keep a relationship, wishing you the best in a way that sounded far too understanding.

Before you knew it, you found a girl to take Ellie’s place in your heart. She was smart, and kind, and from the moment you laid eyes on her in a bar in the city one night after exams, you knew she had to be yours.

Soon enough she was, the two of you moving a bit too fast for your parents taste. Getting married fresh out of college wasn’t exactly what they wanted for you, but you were happy! And that’s all that truly mattered to you.

Man, should you have listened to them.

Two years. Two fucking years with the girl you were planning on devoting your loyalty to for the rest of your life was all you had, all you were given until you caught her fucking her coworker into the mattress of the bed you two shared. To say you didn’t see it coming would be a lie. Your ex wife was a fucking moron who couldn’t lie to save her ass. You’d only been gaslighting yourself for the last six months of your marriage into thinking she was just going through a rough patch or even planning some romantic getaway for the two of you.

No romantic getaways though, only heartbreak.

It was like you couldn’t even cry when you saw it, your body freezing at the sight of them in your bed once you followed the very loud trail of moans leading to your bedroom. The idiots, they didn’t even have the decency to do it in a fucking hotel or something.

So as your wife’s (ex wife) chasing you through your apartment, watching as you silently grab your suitcase and throw your things into it, the girl on your bed watching with wide eyes as she grips your favorite silk sheets against her chest to cover herself, you only truly have one thing on your mind.

“Come on baby…I…it was one time! You have to believe me!” She’s calling out like a wailing child, and the voice you once loved with all your heart sounds like nails on a chalk board. You swiftly tug your wedding ring off of your finger, tossing it onto the coffee table.

“My lawyer will send over the divorce papers” you speak out clearly, wanting her to hear ever fucking syllable that exits your mouth before you leave the apartment with the door slamming behind you, muffling her pathetic pleas behind the door.

You needed to go home.

Driving back to your home town was something you’d always imagine would be therapeutic. You imagined yourself packing your kids into a car with your wife, and making the drive all the way back to show them where their mommy grew up, allowing them to see a side of you that not many got to see.

This drive was nothing like that.

Instead, you were alone. Your old Cadillac your dad gifted you as a graduation present was practically begging you to get back on the road again. While it felt good to drive instead of taking a bus or a train, the circumstances made your heart ache.

While you didn’t cry when you initially found out about your wife’s affair, it all seemed to hit you on the drive back home, crashing down on you and making it hard to breath. You had to pull over and collect yourself for a good thirty minutes because the tears in your eyes were blurring your vision too much to drive.

You couldn’t even feel excited to go home, not with the overbearing weight of heartbreak leaving an ugly feeling in your chest.

It’s like your town is frozen in time. The same stores are there, the same shady trees, everything is just how you left it. It comes as a relief to you, because if your town had undergone a shitty futuristic makeover by some big corporate asshole looking for new business opportunities, you probably would’ve lost your mind.

The street where your house sits is just the same. There are kids riding their bikes up and down the quiet block, reminding you so much of yourself when you were their age. They even wave to you, giggling and smiling at you as if you’d been there the whole time, even though you’re sure a handful of them were born well after you’d left town.

And there your house sits, quiet and empty, practically waiting for someone to step in and fill her up. She’d been void of any of your family members ever since your parents became empty nesters and decided to travel the world. They of course let you know that the house was more than yours when they found out about your divorce. They told you they’d been needing someone to step in and take over for a while now since they’d been gone, that you were just the person they needed.

You knew they were saying that just to make you feel better.

Stepping out of your car and looking up at the house that you once called home makes your emotions all the more intense. It makes you feel old, but it makes you feel like you’d moved too fast all at the same time, your feelings contradicting each other in that sense. You have to take a deep inhale, swallowing back the tears that threatened to spill out onto your cheeks as you took a moment longer to take in the big house before you decided it was time to start moving your stuff into the house.

Besides a new couch and some new paint, the house is virtually the exact same as the way you left it. It makes your heart ache, because you realize you haven’t been back since the night you left when you were eighteen years old. You were too eager, too excited to leave behind the life your parents had built around you from the day you were born, that you neglected to even visit the world that they’d created for you.

It makes you feel like a bad daughter.

And suddenly you’re crying again, with no one to hold or console you, remind you that everything is fine and it only feels like the world is crashing down on you. Your life had gone in a way that you’d never expected, taking a course that you never saw for yourself, and it had its way of ignoring everything that you’d achieved, instead making you feel like a failure.

Your bedroom hasn’t changed either. The same shitty posters and figurines are still littered along your walls, your desk and your dresser, reminding you of all the silly little interests and hobbies you had as a young girl.

All the ones you’d forgotten as an adult.

It makes your heart ache, because it feels like everything is just crashing down on you and making you feel like all the things you’d been ignoring are practically begging, forcing you to acknowledge them, forcing you to feel them.

That first night back consists of you crying in the bath, followed by crying in your bed until you’ve fallen asleep.

You don’t leave the house for a few days, almost a week, thanking the forces of the internet that DoorDash had come to your small town, allowing you to feed yourself without the consequences of stepping out into town.

You weren’t ready for that. You weren’t ready for the people of your town to recognize you, to see the once happy, golden girl of their town that made it out of it all to get to the big city, back. Now lacking that sparkle she used to have in her eyes.

They all cared about you deeply, you could see it in the way they asked your parents constantly about you. But you couldn’t face them, not yet.

It doesn’t take long for the rest of your things that you’d shipped down to arrive at your house, a big truck stopping outside your house one early morning before setting everything in your garage. Once they left, you were faced with the task of moving all of the shit you’d accumulated in the city, into your new home.

And what a surprise it was when you were just about to grab a big box, only to see a familiar old grey truck pull up into your driveway next to your car.

Joel hadn’t changed at all. He was still just as old and burly as you remembered, his eyes crinkling at the edges with those familiar little wrinkles and his smile shining through the thick hair covering the bottom half of his face.

“Well would you look at who the cat dragged in” he chuckles out as he steps out of his car, old boots settling down onto the hot concrete of your driveway as his hand rested on the top of the car door.

His presence is enough to light up your face, quickly setting down the box as you rush out of the garage to meet the man outside of his car. The feeling of his strong arms wrapping around you in what could only be described as the closest thing to what hugging a bear feels like, temporarily mends your broken heart.

“Didn’t think I’d be seeing you again…it’s good to have you back kid…” he sighs out, chin pressed to the top of your head as you press your head against his chest. You can smell the faint scent of pine and cigarettes, further proving how much Joel has managed to stay the same since you’d last seen him.

You don’t trust yourself to respond, feeling the familiar tightening of your throat, the burning at your eyes and the tingle in your nose.

Joel had become somewhat of a second father to you, what with you and Ellie growing up together and all. Between your dad and hers being best friends, and you and Ellie being as close as you were, only to end up dating in high school, it wasn’t exactly a shock that you two had become so close with each others families.

Despite the heat of the summer time sun beating down on the both of you, you can’t bring yourself to let go of him. It feels like he’s the first person that’s hugged you in a long time and you’re fighting back the urges to cry with a fucking bat.

He chuckles softly, giving you a gentle squeeze before he pulls back, looking down into your eyes only to see that they’re pooling up with tears. You remind him so much of that little girl that was in and out of his home, stealing his daughter’s heart and running off with it to the big city to chase your dreams.

He can see so clearly just how much you’re hurting.

It makes him frown, bringing his hand up to ruffle your hair playfully.

You sniffle, biting back your tears as you stare up at the man. “What are you doing here?” You croak out, far too choked up to get a proper sentence out.

He hums softly as he looks up at the house, and then to the boxes filling up your garage, which he gestures to. “Your folks gave me a call…said you’d been comin’ home…they asked if I’d be able to help you get settled in” he explained, his eyes squinting a bit as if to size up the amount of things you had to take up before he gave a firm nod, as if confirming he’d be more than able to.

He looks back down at you, giving you his signature warm smile before he continues. “I was indeed free…so here I am” he confirmed with a chuckle.

You simply blink up at him, trying to gauge whether or not he knows, if your parents told him exactly why you were coming home along with telling him that you were coming back in the first place. Clearly you were moving back home, and he knew that you’d been married.

But he doesn’t say anything further. He doesn’t say he’s sorry, he doesn’t ask if you’re okay. He simply treats it like you’re just coming back home because you want to, not because you’re running away from something.

You decide to simply leave it at that.

Soon you’re giving him a soft smile, nodding as you look back at the boxes before leading him into the garage. You let out a soft sigh as you look at the work cut out for you two before you gesture towards them.

“It’s a lot, Mr. Miller…and I don’t expect you to help with everything so-“ he’s quickly cutting you off, the older man scoffing as he bends down to grab one of the bigger ones in a way that’s far too impressive for a man his age.

“Mr. Miller? The city went and made you all formal? Now…come inside and show me where you want these” he hums out casually, making you giggle softly before you grab a box yourself, moving to walk in front of him before you nod inside.

“Fine…but at least let me feed you once we’re finished” you make sure to add before leading him inside and show him where to place the box he had.

Soon, it’s nearly mid day and your garage is free of boxes. You almost don’t believe how quickly you and Joel were able to get all of the boxes in, the man moving quick for his age. You had to bite your tongue from mentioning it, knowing that he’d scoff and tell you he could run circles around the young kids asses any given day.

He of course lets you hold up your end of the bargain, making him a sandwich and some freshly squeezed lemonade just in time for lunch. Sitting down with him at your kitchen table makes you face just how lonely you’d been in that house. Sure, you didn’t mind doing things on your own, you were by yourself for the first three years of college before you met your ex wife. There was just something about being in your childhood home that was once bustling with life, always buzzing with the sounds of a family, now only filled with you and the soft patter of your feet against the wooden floor when you had to get from one point to another, that seemed to leave your heart feeling even more hollow than it already had become.

You knew that with some food and some spare time to simply sit with each other, conversation would erupt between you and Joel, so it didn’t come to a surprise when he finally mentioned the elephant in the room.

The plates were filled with crumbs and some discarded sandwich crust, glasses half filled with ice and a few lemon edges as you sat across from each other, the warm summer breeze blowing the lacy curtains further into the house.

“I don’t mean to pry…but what made you decide to come home?” He questions innocently. You know he isn’t doing it to gossip or lurk too deep in places that he doesn’t belong, he’s simply curious. He could see that look in your eyes when he first got there, and he knew that there was something behind them begging to get out, begging to be heard.

It makes you hum, your fingers lazily wrapped around the white and yellow striped straw in your cup, swirling around the remnants of your drink before you let out a soft sigh.

“I um…my wife and I got divorced…” your words trail off, almost ashamed to say them. You let out a soft scoff, nodding as you catch Joel’s shocked face before you continue.

“She was sleeping with her coworker…in our bed…” you pour salt on the wound with that one, a soft chuckle leaving your lips before you sigh, finally looking over at Joel to see he’s giving you and apologetic frown, his hand reaching over to grip your hand on the table, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Kid…I….fuck…I’m sorry” he tries, and you’re shaking your head to stop him before he can even continue further.

“I shouldn’t have married her so quickly…my parents told me it wasn’t a good idea but I…was too eager” you mumble out with a shrug before you give him a soft smile, your hand moving up to give his a squeeze instead, wanting to assure the now sad man that everything was fine.

“I’m okay Joel…really…if anything it’s karma for what I did to Ellie-“ he’s quickly cutting you off, seeing the way you’re simply talking out of your ass at this point.

He’s shaking his head, settling back in his chair before he cuts you off. “No…nuh-uh…Ellie has never blamed you for how things ended and you know that” his voice gets a bit more firm, wanting you to fully understand what he’s trying to convey.

You can’t help but frown as you stare down at the old kitchen table, far too deep in thought to even listen to the man. He can tell, he can see that you’re zoning out and getting deep in your head, so he pushes himself forward, resting his forearms on the table as he gets a bit closer to you.

“She knew how much leaving meant to you…she’s never once blamed you for anything” he tries again, this time trying to convey to you how truthful his words were, how much he truly meant them.

Hearing her name only makes your heart hurt more.

Because it felt like the universe was punishing you for not choosing her, for choosing the wrong girl instead of the one that you’d be given, the one that was simply perfect for you. You knew you were wrong for it, but was all of this necessary?

You don’t say anything, simply giving the man a soft smile before you nod, moving to grab the empty plates and cups and moving them to the sink, desperately trying to escape the conversation.

You hear him hum softly behind you, knowing it means he’s going to speak further. “She owns the car shop in town….bought it off of Mr. Johnson a little while after you left…” he explains.

The thought of Ellie had crossed your mind the moment you came to terms with the fact that you were moving back home. She crossed your mind a lot, but knowing that there may or may not would come a time where you’d have to face her again had your stomach in knots. You knew little to nothing about Ellie now, you didn’t know what she was doing or whether or not she was still living in town, you didn’t even know if she was with someone or not.

So to hear her father confirming that she was in fact still there, still around and not angry or bitter over the way things happened, it felt all too much like Joel trying to play Cupid between his daughter and her high school girlfriend.

His words make you freeze for a moment, your hands stilling against the dish and the sponge in your hand. He notices this, standing up from his seat at the table and moving to stand next to you, his palms pressing against the counter as his neck cranes down to eye you carefully.

“You should stop by…say hello…if you want” he assures you, wanting you to know that it was completely up to you and what you were comfortable with. You finally look up, giving the older man a soft smile before nodding.

“I…thanks Joel…for everything” you manage, finishing up the dishes before you grab a nearby rag to dry your hands. He smiles warmly as he nods before he brings his hand up to check his watch, sighing softly as he nods his head towards the door.

“I’ll be heading out now then…I have some things I need to take care of in town” he explains, looking down at you and giving you a slight nod. “You call me if you need anything missy…you hear?” He firmly reminds you before cracking a smile, reaching out and giving your arm a gentle squeeze before you walk him out of your house.

That night, Joel’s words echo throughout your head, and all you can think about is seeing Ellie again. Should you even consider it? Was it even a good idea for a newly divorced girl to be dabbling in the world of her old flings? Her first fling to be exact?? It all somehow sounded like a recipe for disaster.

Yet you couldn’t stop yourself from mentally searching through your closet for an outfit to wear on your first official outing.

After about another week of sulking in your house, you finally haul an old pair of denim shorts and a nice white linen blouse and force yourself out of your front door. Sure, you would’ve preferred crawling under your sheets and sobbing into your pillow, wondering why this had to happen to you, and why you couldn’t have a long happy marriage like everyone else, but healing had to start somewhere. You knew that you couldn’t do any of that if you continued wallowing in your own self pity.

The sun does a good job at pulling you out of your home. The weather was too nice to stay stuck inside of an old house all day. Summer vacation was in full swing, paired with the neighborhood kids bringing out the old sprinkler and everything, you’re sure you can even hear the ice cream truck coming down the road when you’re pulling out of your driveway.

It’s like you can finally see the beauty of your little town whenever you’re put together with the intention of coming out. It’s almost like the opposite of living life with rose colored glasses, instead you were blinded by a grey fog that came with your divorce, keeping you from truly seeing all that your home town had to offer.

Being in town does more for you than you’d ever imagine. Visiting the old faces that were once apart of your day to day almost makes it feel like you’d never left. Mrs. Charlotte still owns the little produce store, you’d always visit her after school and on the weekends because she always had some of the best strawberries no matter the season. The smile on her face when she saw you was one like no other, the woman grabbing you and pulling you into her chest the moment she saw you walk into her shop.

Mr. Johnny still owned the local photography store, he gave you your first job when you were sixteen years old. He’s partially to thank for helping you pay for college. You couldn’t believe your eyes when his little girl that you used to babysit was getting ready for her final year in high school, working in the same position you were when you were her age.

And Mr. and Mrs. Peters made sure to stop you when you were passing by their old pet store, Mrs. Peters unable to believe her eyes when she saw the golden girl passing by her old shop. She scolded you for not writing her earlier, letting her know that you were coming into town. You make it up to her by telling her you’re here to stay, and that you’ll make it a point to have both her and her husband over for dinner one of these days whenever they’re free.

So? Nearly nothing has changed. Sure, everyone’s gotten a bit older, but so have you. You’ve changed, and you’ve grown, and you’re so much different and so much more than the small towns golden girl that finally made it out to the big city, just to get her heart broken in the process of it all.

And that’s what you remind yourself as you find yourself pulling up to the familiar car shop that Joel had mentioned the week before.

It’s no surprise that Ellie ended up finding herself to be the owner of the local car shop in your town. She’d always loved cars, working on them, fixing them up, everyone in your school knew that if you had a problem with your vehicle, you’d call Ellie. She was the one that came together with your dad to fix his old Cadillac, fixing her up, turning her out and making her brand new for your adventures in the big city.

Standing in front of her shop makes your heart beat right out of your chest. But you’re here already, so you might as well just suck it up and walk right in.

As you do so, you can’t help but let the lingering thoughts take over. The suns already setting at this point, and you’re sure she’s close to closing up if she hasn’t already. What even was the point? Ellie probably didn’t even wanna see you! This was all Joel’s idea and what if he was just trying to make you feel-

“I’ll be right there!” You hear a familiar voice call out from the back, making your heart beat faster just from the sound of it.

She sounds the same, yet more mature. Her voice deeper with a bit of roughness to it, making her sound all the more irresistible. It makes you stand in the opened garage of her shop, surrounded by all of the cars that are opened up or hoisted up into the sky, your hands gripping your bag almost nervously as you stand there, frozen, unable to move.

Soon, she’s emerging from the back. She has a pair of navy overalls on, the sleeves tied around her waist, leaving her top half in a white wife pleaser, both of which were covered in motor oil and grease. Her arms are bigger, and covered in tattoos, something you remembered her saying she’d do the second she got the money for it. She’s taller too, and her hair is shorter, gone is the familiar pony tail she always had, instead it stops just at the nape of her neck, messily tossed into a bun while a few strands rests against her skin. her features stronger too, sharper.

She’s so different, yet so similar to the Ellie you remember, your Ellie. She still has the power of taking your breath away with a single glance.

“Well I’ll be damned…is that the dream girl?” She chuckles out with a soft smirk on her lips, pulling a red rag from her back pocket to wipe her hands clean. The nickname leaves goosebumps trailing down your skin.

Dream girl.

You recall the nickname from the many times you were with Ellie. Back when you two dated, she’d go on and on about how perfect you were, how she knew you were the girl of her dreams, animated into real life from the moment she laid eyes on you. You were the girl of her very dreams, and she never failed to remind you of that. Ever.

Hearing her call you that has your lips twitching up into a shy smile as you give her a shrug.

“In the flesh…” you mumble out, biting back an embarrassed giggle as the girl clearly drinks you in, eyes shamelessly raking up and down your body.

“Jesus…come here!” She groans out as she rushes towards you, strong arms wrapping around your middle and pulling you up, spinning you around as she keeps you in her arms. It makes you laugh loudly, a deep guttural laugh leaving your lips, possibly for the first time since your divorce.

The feeling of Ellie’s strong arms wrapping around your body feels like your missing puzzle piece has been given back to you, like you’ve been reunited with a part of you that you left behind far too long ago.

But she’s so much stronger now, and she’s older and…and…

It all just feels so right.

“Ellie stop! Put me down, you’re filthy” you whine out, landing a playful slap to her sweaty arm as she chuckles, finally setting you back down onto the floor.

She chuckles softly, settling her hands on either one of her hips as she lets out a sigh, a soft smile on her face. “I’m surprised the town hasn’t thrown a damn parade when they heard you’d be here…my god” she sighs out, practically in awe with your very appearance.

“Come on back, I’m just finishing some paperwork before I close” she nods her head to the back where she was moments ago, which you quickly follow her as she guides you.

Her garage is empty except for her, most likely working overtime after her employees had gone home, which was very much like Ellie. The walls are covered with the same posters of the bands you knew Ellie loved, as well as a healthy collection of vintage car photos, which isn’t a shock at all since those were always the center of Ellie’s car obsession.

The place seems nice and worn in, it suits Ellie in the best way.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear her let out a soft hum. She’s leaned up against her work table, wiping her hands off further with her red rag before she tosses it over her shoulder, crossing her toned arms across her chest as she eyes you fondly, a soft smile on her face.

“You haven’t changed one bit…” she hums out, eyes trailing on your face as she keeps that fine smile on hers. It makes you feel shy, the same way you felt all those years ago when your feelings for Ellie really started to shine through, and every little thing she’d say would have you giggling like an idiot.

You roll your eyes, biting back a smile as your top teeth sink into your bottom lip, shrugging as you move your hands up to loosely rest on your own arms.

“Please…the city has practically chewed me up and spit me out…I’m surprised I don’t have wrinkles yet” you huff softly, bringing your hand up to your forehead to make sure you weren’t frowning again, a habit you’d picked up recently.

Getting cheated on made you far too miserable.

She chuckles, shaking her head as her pink tongue darts out to lick her lips, still soaking you in like she would the sun.

“Nah…a face like that? Not even the city could ruin” she adds, giving you a small wink.

It warms you heart up in the best of ways, finally giving you a moment to stand still and enjoy life without letting the actions of your ex wife consume you. She makes you forget all about it, reminding you of a time where the thought of getting cheated on, didn’t even cross your mind.

You two stand there for a moment, seemingly taking each other in, enjoying the moment. It’s clear that she’s flirting, and it feels so similar to the days of your old life. It feels like the times where you and Ellie would spend hours talking outside your house or hers, when you’d shyly smile and giggle at one another when you were unsure of your feelings, when things were fresh.

You can tell Ellie feels it too, because she’s quick to blink a few times in your direction before she clears her throat, smile dropping as she turns around to busy herself with something on her desk.

“How’s that wife of yours? Sorry I couldn’t make it to the wedding…was um….was busy” she mumbles out.

Although her back is facing you, you can practically hear the way her eyebrows furrow and her lips twitch into a frown. It was a subject that you two hadn’t spoken about much. You’d told Ellie about your ex wife when you two first started dating, and you told her about the engagement and the wedding you’d been planning, because before anything else, Ellie was your friend, and you two shared everything with each other.

But you couldn’t ignore the almost nauseating weight that settled in when you spoke to her about it. The way she tried to seem as happy for you as she could without letting underlying feelings bubble up to the surface.

You could sense that same weight now, as she asked you about the woman that broke your heart.

It rips you away from the little fantasy you’d been given with Ellie, reminding you of the dark reality of why you’d returned, and what it was that had forced you out of the city and back to your home town. Thinking about telling Ellie about what happened and actually doing it were two very different things, and the seconds of silence that passed between you began to turn into minutes, minutes where you silently begged to disappear into thin air instead of admitting to Ellie what it was that happened.

“Um…she…” you stuttered out, struggling for a moment before your eyes fluttered shut, and you took a deep inhale, grounding yourself before you finally spoke once more.

“We got divorced.” You finally manage to get out, your balled up fists finally relaxing down at your sides as your shoulders deflate, the weight of your situation finally releasing itself from your body as you admitted it to her.

You see her still for a moment, movements halting completely as she struggles to comprehend what it was that you’d said, what it was that she was hearing.

Hearing about your girlfriend was a jab to the chest, but it wasn’t like she didn’t see it coming. Plus, it’s just a girlfriend! And you were all the way in the city anyways, who was Ellie to be jealous of that? Hearing about your engagement was also fairly hard, it wasn’t like she spent countless nights at the bar drowning out her sorrows over the one that got away. Seeing your actual wedding invitation though? Man, that was fucking hard. Ellie isn’t entirely sure how she got through that part. Ignoring it was the easiest way how.

Ellie would spend night after night wishing on a single star that you’d get divorced from that woman, knowing deep down she wasn’t the right one for you. Call it a gut feeling or call it jealousy, whatever it was, there was a constant lingering feeling that Ellie had ever since you’d gotten married that left a bitter taste in her mouth, one that she felt wouldn’t end well with that girl.

And now you’re here, standing in the middle of her old car shop, telling her that you were in fact divorced, and one of the countless stars in the sky has listened to her.

But she can’t move. She’s frozen in place as she eyes the papers on her desk, that now have no purpose to her since the only thing she can focus on is your words. It makes you nervous, and you take it was an opportunity to clear your throat, wanting desperately to cut the silence in half.

“Your dad told me you owned this place now…so I thought I’d visit…” you mumble out awkwardly, struggling to find the words to say to Ellie as she simply stood there, back turned to you for what felt like an eternity.

She inhales deeply, finally turning around to face you. You weren’t entirely sure what you expected her expression to read, but you’re surprised to see that she’s frowning, a soft sigh leaving her lips as she leans her palms back on her desk, shaking her head a she eyes you.

“Always knew those city girls were no good…I’m sorry sweetheart” she sighs out genuinely. You give her a shrug, shaking your head as you send a half smile her way.

“I’m just glad it happened sooner than later…saying I have an ex wife is cool though” you snort out, which earns a chuckle from Ellie as she nods in agreement.

“Very cool…makes you sound all grown up” she winks at you before she nods her head at you. “You still staying at your old place? Or did you find somethin’ in town” she hums out, clearly trying to change the subject for your own comfort.

And hers….

You hum softly as you nod, gesturing off to the direction of your home. “Yup…my parents treat the place like it’s a vacation home…I was practically taking it off their hands” you sigh out in fake annoyance, which makes Ellie laugh softly as she nods.

“Man…haven’t seen those two in a couple of years. You’d think they’re on their honeymoon” she adds, making you giggle as well.

The summer breeze blows swiftly against your body, your hair blowing with it, fallen blossoms from the apple trees in town dancing along your feet. It doesn’t help that you’re dressed in the same pair of denim shorts Ellie used to love so much, looking all too familiar to the girl of her passed, yet so different at the same time.

She stares at you shamelessly, smiling fondly as she simply takes you in.

You furrow your eyebrows, biting back a smile as you eye her closely. “What are you staring at, Williams?” You ask her, clearly teasing the girl as she gives you a shrug, biting down on her bottom lip as she gives you a smile.

“You expect me to not stare when a pretty girl is stood in my shop? What do you take me for” she shoots out far too smoothly, making you roll your eyes. You shoo your hand at her, turning around to make your way back to your car, knowing that if you stay any longer, you’ll probably end up getting charmed by Ellie all over again.

As if she hadn’t already done that the moment you laid eyes on her.

“I’m freshly divorced missy…not exactly the top choice at the market” you scold her jokingly, giving her a small wave as you walk out onto the curb, making your way back to your car.

“Just wanted to stop by and say hello…don’t wanna keep you any longer” you hum out, giving the girl a small smile as your hand reaches for the handle of your car.

Ellie is moving before she can think, eyes widening as she quickly follows you out to your car, her larger hand gently resting over your own as she moves to pull your car door open for you.

“My um…my number hasn’t changed…if you still have it and you wanted to talk…or hang out or something…” she mumbles out shyly. For a moment, you see her drop the smooth, suave demeanor she had mere moments ago, saying all the right things and strumming all the right chords. For a moment, she’s Ellie. She’s the Ellie that stuttered and struggled to get the words out when she asked you out the first time, or asked you to be her girlfriend.

She’s the Ellie that you make nervous.

“Do you…have my number still?” She asks nervously, worried she’d been reading into this all wrong. It makes you giggle, nodding as you lean your back against your car, staring up at the girl before you speak.

“Of course I have your number, Ellie…wouldn’t lose it for the world” you hum out as you give her a soft smile, which has her eyes twinkling as she gives you a small smile.

“Good…” she managed out as she watches you get into your car.

She hums as she leans down, pressing her arms against the edge of your window, looking into your car before she looks at you. You feel your insides burning at how fucking close she is at that.

“A buddy of mine s’got a gig down at the Copper Cat this Saturday…if you wanted to come out” she casually invites you, eyeing you closely to try and gauge your response to it.

Your eyes widen a bit at the mention of the old bar, memories swirling into your head like a hurricane. “The Copper Cat?? That place is still opened??” You practically shriek in shock of the old bar still being up and running. Your response makes Ellie chuckle as she nods.

“Yup…and it’s better than ever too. They remodeled last summer” she explains, you don’t miss the proud smile on her face as she practically beams at you. You giggle softly as you nod slowly before you hum, looking down at your lap for a moment as you thought about it a bit. Your ex girlfriend was inviting you to some mediocre show at an even more mediocre bar in the small corner of your town, and you were newly divorced…

What could go wrong with that

You smile up at her before giving her a nod. “Text me and let me know what time you’ll be there” you give her a nod, confirming that you’ll come. You can see the see the way her eyes practically twinkle at that, nodding eagerly as she smiles.

“I’ll pick you up” she quickly replied, leaving no room for you to decline, because she’d already pushing herself up and off of your window, giving you a bright smile as she nods her head in the direction of the main road.

“Go on…before I keep you here even longer than I’m supposed to” she gives you a wink, which sends your heart until a flurry of emotions, sparking it all up all over again before you roll your eyes playfully, and drive off after giving her a small wave goodbye, her smile seemingly seared into the forefront of your brain as you grinned like an idiot while making your way back home.

God…were you fucked.

This wasn’t a date.

This was simply two old friends catching up after a long time! Ellie had asked you to come out because she probably felt bad for you. She could probably see the tears stained into your cheeks and the absolute trail of sadness that followed you around and thought, ‘this girl could use a night out’, so she invited you.

This wasn’t a date.

It was a pity invite! A date would have been some place nice. Ellie was romantic, you knew that. She’d treated you better in your puppy love relationship than most girls did while you were in the city, so of course suggesting to go to the bar was keeping it friendly.

This wasn’t a date.

It wasn’t a date. It was just you going out to a bar because you’re single now and you can do what you want without feeling guilty or wrong for doing fun things. That’s all. It wasn’t a date at all.

But if it wasn’t a date…why were you so fucking nervous.

You visited Ellie at her shop on Monday, you weren’t set to see her again until Friday night, so why was it the only thing you could think of? You could only think of what to wear, how to act, if you should text her or not, would that be pushy? Would that be overstepping? She told you her number hadn’t changed! So obviously that meant she wanted you to text her….right?

Right?

God, who knew at this point. All you knew, was that you were set to see Ellie this weekend. Regardless of it being a date or not, it was nerve wracking. So when Friday afternoon finally rolls around, you find yourself partaking in things that are a steering a bit too close to pre date activities.

Such as making sure your entire body was nice and moisturized, but that was just for you! That wasn’t for Ellie to touch or squeeze…or making sure your hair was cleaned and styled, that’s just because you want to be presentable! You can’t let the people of your town see the mess your ex wife made. Or doing your makeup and picking out the perfect outfit. That was simply because…you wanted to! Nothing more, nothing less.

You settled on a simple yellow sundress with pink flowers, it hugs your middle perfectly and flows down to your calves, making it just enough to look like you put a bit of effort into your appearance. It almost felt like a breath of fresh air to haul on any old pair of shorts or a nice dress to go out, something the city rarely allowed. The city was too into appearances, everyone needing to wear the best clothes and the trendiest styles when setting foot outside, especially on a night out. It was fun, but it became exhausting after a while, all you wanted to do was to wear your comfy clothes without getting nasty looks.

The beauty of living in a small town.

When you’re finally ready, you catch a quick look at yourself in the mirror, more than happy with your overall appearance before you take a deep breath, and send Ellie a text.

Hii :)

I’m all ready whenever you wanna come by

It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for Ellie to read and respond to your messages.

Awesome :)

I’m omw

You smile softly at her messages, heart beating a bit faster at the thought of her coming over as you click your phone shut, and move to sit in your living room to wait for the girl to arrive.

It’s almost comedic how quickly you move to sit on your couch, knee bouncing anxiously as you wait for the girl to pull up to your house. Sitting there gives you too much time to think, too. Because what if this is a bad idea, what if you’re just blinded by the manic excitement that comes with seeing Ellie again, the thrill of being with her, because you’re still very much heart broken, and it isn’t like everything will simply disappear once she’s-

And suddenly you can’t think anymore, because all you can hear is a firm knock at your front door, echoing through your house.

It catches the air in your lungs and practically runs with it, leaving you panicking as your eyes flutter between the front door and the clock, and you realize it’s been about fifteen minutes since Ellie’s texted you, and you’d just been sitting on your couch overthinking as always.

Your feet seem to have a mind of their own as they carry you to your front door, moving to open it before you can even come to terms with opening up for it.

And if you think Ellie looked good when you saw her at her shop? God…you didn’t know what good looked like until now.

The white t shirt she wears hugs her body beautifully, covered by an old leather jacket that fits her even better. Her toned thighs are clad in what you can only assume to be expensive blue denim jeans, simply by how perfectly they fit her. It’s all covered with a fucking cherry on top when you take in her black boots, and a singular silver necklace dangling from her neck.

You’re sure she’ll notice your heart beating out of your chest any second now.

She’s smiling brightly when she takes you in, eyes raking down your form before she chuckles. “Look at you…could almost pass for one of us small town folk in that one..” she hums out, nodding in approval at your laid back outfit.

It makes you roll your eyes, landing a playful nudge to the girls arm as you adjust your bag further on your shoulder. “Please…I dressed like this even when I lived out there” you try to defend yourself, giving her a small frown before you nod your head out to her car.

“Should we get going? Wouldn’t wanna miss the main act” you hum, wanting to get out of your house desperately.

Half of the reason being because you seriously needed to get out of your house and socialize with people that weren’t your mother’s porcelain figurines….

And the other half being you simply couldn’t handle the close proximity of someone as good looking as Ellie much longer.

She hums softly as she nods, stepping to the side and she gives you a bit of space to walk out of your house. “After you, city girl” she teases you once again, earning yet another look of warning from your end, which she simply giggles at.

You can’t contain the gasp you let out when you finally lay eyes on Ellie’s ride. The vintage black mustang practically sparkles in the low light of the afternoon sun. You can’t help yourself from reaching out and running your fingers along the shiny body of the car.

“Jesus Christ Ellie….if I knew you’d pick me up in this, I would’ve dressed nicer” you practically gasp out. Ellie chuckles softly as she watches your reaction closely, nodding slowly as she looks at the car with you.

“Hey…city girl comes to town? I need to pull all the stops” she explains with a nonchalant shrug. It makes you groan in annoyance, because did Ellie truly have to be this perfect? Couldn’t she have grown up to be a moron like your ex wife?

Why did she have to be something out of a fucking romance novel.

You’re too in awe with the vehicle to acknowledge her remark, a soft, dreamy sigh leaving your lips as you bend down a bit to look at the cream colored leather interior. “You fix this up yourself?” You hum out softly, although you already knew the answer to that question, you wanted to hear her gloat about it.

You can practically hear the cocky grin on the girls face as she nods. “Is the sky blue? Come on angel…you know nobody does it like me” she grins out, moving to stand behind you.

“Longer you stare at her, less time you have in her…” she practically purrs out. You have to ignore the way your stomach does flips at her tone, nodding eagerly as you rush to the other side of the car, to which Ellie quickly beats you to it.

“Nu-uh-uh…a lady never opens her own door, especially a city-“ you press your hand to her mouth, silencing her from finishing her sentence as you give her a displeased look.

“Finish that sentence and I’m going back inside” you deadpan, which makes Ellie quickly nod as she gives you wide eyes, opening the door for you in silence. You giggle softly, patting her cheek gently before you get into her car. “Much better” you praise her.

She chuckles softly, waiting for you to get in before she rushes to her side to get in and start driving as well.

The familiar bar hasn’t changed at all since you’d last been there. It’s almost scary how much everything’s frozen in time in the small town, leaving little to no room for changes. It makes you sigh softly, a gentle smile on your lips as Ellie pulls into the parking lot.

“Man….this place really never changes, huh?” You sigh out almost in awe, which makes Ellie chuckle as she shuts the car off.

“What can I say….Our town prioritizes tradition” she teases before she looks over at you, giving you a soft smile before nodding her head towards the building. “Come on, my buddy should be up any moment now” she urges gently before she gets out of the car, prompting you to follow when she opens up the door for you.

Inside, the place is buzzing. Filled to the brim with the people of your town, young and old, all of them eager for a night of fun after a long week of work. The atmosphere differs greatly from what you’re used to, the clubs and bars back in the city always having a strange vibe to them, one that you couldn’t ever really put your finger on.

Being there, with the people that had been born and raised in the same town as you, you were finally able to remember what it was that was missing in the city…

It was that the people here, were actually having fun.

“I’m gonna grab a drink, you want one?” Ellie leans down next to you, her voice raising a bit to combat the loud music that was already playing. You hum softly, trying your best to ignore the way her scent fills your knows and almost makes you feel drunk. You merely give her a nod and a soft smile before leaning in to speak into her ear as well. “A rum and coke if that’s okay!” You shout out to her, which earns a smile and a nod. She gives your arm a gentle squeeze, “find us a spot, I’ll find you when I have them” she urges before disappearing off into the sea of people to find the bar.

You let out a breath you’d seemingly held from the moment Ellie picked you up from your house, exhaling loudly as you look around at the packed room. There are various booths and stools available to sit, but you opt to lean up against a nearby wall, mainly because you seriously needed a time out from the amount of people there.

You truly didn’t expect for so many people to be there, thinking that it would be a barely packed house with a few of Ellie’s friends there to watch the mystery person she’d been boasting to you about. You couldn’t tell if everyone was there to see the performance, or if they were there simply to socialize and drink. You figured it was a mix of both.

Quite a bit of time passes by, and it makes you wonder if Ellie got lost or was having trouble finding you or something. You knew it was stupid to stand on the wall, so you figure you’d search for her instead.

Pushing yourself off the wall and emerging into the sea of people makes you frown, apologizing and squeezing through various people, trying your best to map out where the bar should be. You feel you can just make out the flooded area, when you finally spot Ellie.

And the girl that’s been keeping her from you.

You can see Ellie holding your drink in her hand, and one you can assume is for herself as the girl chats her up. You can barely make out who Ellie is speaking to, but from the back? You can tell she’s a looker. Her pretty hair falling down her back, attractive figure, even the way she leans in and presses her hand against Ellie’s arm whenever she laughs makes it clear that this girl is pretty, because all pretty girls know how to flirt in just the best ways possible.

And it’s the strangest fucking feeling, because even thought you caught your ex wife fucking another woman in the bed you both shared, what you feel when you see another girl touching Ellie’s arm doesn’t come close to anything you’ve ever felt before.

Because you’ve never had to see this. You’ve never had to see someone else throw themselves at Ellie. When you were dating, everyone knew that you were hers and she was yours, and even before you two were dating, everyone assumed you were both off limits anyways. It was something that you never had to face, because in the entire time that you’d known Ellie, she was yours.

But now she wasn’t. And it was clear that everyone knew that.

It makes you want to turn around and go home, ignore the ugly feeling in the pit of your stomach, call a cab and hide in your house for another month. You weren’t ready for this, these feelings that you were faced with were too much, and too fucking confusing. You wanted your bed, and your room, and your house where you were safe and no one and nothing could hurt you, you just needed to turn around and-

“Awe, there she is. Over here!” Ellie’s voice calls out over the loud music, cutting each and every one of your loud, annoying thoughts in half. Your eyes widen a bit when the girl finally turns around, only confirming the point that you had come to earlier. If anything, she puts all of that to shame, because she’s even more beautiful than you could have ever imagined.

You don’t recognize her, but she’s smiling brightly and waving you over as if she recognizes you, beckoning you over as if you’d all been friends since you were babies. You have to stop yourself from frowning, knowing both this girl and Ellie owed you nothing. You put on a smile, inhaling deeply and making your way over to the both of them.

“Sorry I took so long, I couldn’t find you anywhere” Ellie quickly apologizes as she hands you your drink. You quickly shake your head, clearing the lump that had formed in your throat before you give her a small smile.

“Uh…no worries. I was in an awkward spot anyways, so that’s my fault” you assure her.

She can tell something’s wrong just in the way you’re speaking, and it makes her eye you closely, trying to gauge your expression, eager to figure out what’s made the sudden change in your mood. It makes her frown slightly, eyebrows furrowed as she peers down to watch you before she leans in a bit. “You okay?” She questions softly, her hand coming up to squeeze your arm gently.

The tone of her voice and the hand on your arm makes you want to explode. It makes your head spin and it makes you want to scream at the top of your lungs, because Ellie does not owe you anything! She isn’t your girlfriend, and this is simply two friends catching up after not seeing each other for a long time, and it was absolutely doing your head in that she was speaking to you like that wasn’t the case.

So you give her a smile, nodding quickly as you shake her hand off of your arm. “I’m fine, just a bit flustered with the crowd…um…is this your friend?” You as gently as you gesture towards the girl that was politely standing there as you and Ellie had a moment, not daring to intervene as she quietly sipped on her drink and people watched, as to not make things even more awkward than they already were.

Ellie’s frown deepens when you shake her grasp off, eyeing the way her hand falls from your arm. It leaves a bitter taste on her tongue, not used to this far off, separated feeling that’s settled between the two of you. She wants to dwell on it further, but your question makes her blink out of her confused daze, looking over at the girl standing in front of her.

“Fuck…right, yes. This is Lilac, she moved into town a few years ago” Ellie explains.

Great, even her fucking name was beautiful.

You’re met with the prettiest pair of eyes when Ellie says her name, the girl smiling brightly as she hears Ellie introduce her.

“Ahh no need to be formal, darlin’. Ellie has told me so much about you” she practically squeals out.

You’re a bit taken aback when instead of shaking your hand, she tugs you in for a hug, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you close, nearly making you spin your drink. Your eyes widen, using your free arm to wrap around her shoulders and hug her back. You catch Ellie chuckling softly as she brings her drink to her lips, trying to hide her smirk.

Lilac pulls away, pretty glossy lips pulled into a smile as she eyes you, a gentle sigh leaving your lips as she takes you in. “I was wondering when I’d get to meet you…I promise you, I’d hear at least half the town going on and on about you the first month of living here” she giggles out. You smile softly as you nod, taking a sip of your drink before you shrug.

“Sorry about that…I’ve been hiding I guess” you mumble out sheepishly, lips ghosting over the rim of your cup as you desperately try to take in as much of your drink as you could without slugging it down like an animal.

There was no way you’d be getting through this night sober.

Ellie watches as the two of you interact, smiling softly as she takes a sip of her own drink ever so often before she intervenes.

“Lilac works on the daily paper….came in and made it all fancy for us” Ellie chimes in. Her words make Lilac giggle softly, leaning in and pressing her hand against Ellie’s arm, giving her a gentle push.

You try your best to ignore how much that fucking annoys you.

“Oh please. All I did was order in some new printing paper and add pretty fonts. Don’t let her fool you” she chirps, leaning into you with raised eyebrows as she gives you a giggle. You don’t even have time to respond to her before she’s asking you another question.

“I hear you’re from the city…I’ve dreamed of being there all my life, can’t imagine what would bring someone back to a little town like this” she sighs out almost dreamily.

Although there’s no malice or blunt force to her words, you can’t help but take it that way. It’s clear she’s simply making conversation, trying to get to know you better. Maybe it’s the liquor slowly but surely making its way through your system, making you feel looser, making your tongue looser.

“Wasn’t really my plan” you make out, eyes drifting elsewhere as you bring your cup back to your lips.

God….you just wanted to go home.

She doesn’t quite catch the bitter tone in your words, because soon enough there’s an announcement echoing through the bar, and you know it’s time for that friend that Ellie had mentioned earlier to get on stage and perform.

Lilac squeals excitedly, jumping up and down as her hand grips Ellie’s arm, the girl clearly over the moon for whoever it was that was performing.

Great….she knew the guy too?

You have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, the foreign feeling of jealousy tapping on your shoulder, reminding you of all those intense feelings you’d once had for Ellie. Bringing your cup to your lips to occupy yourself makes you realize the drink was done, making you groan softly.

Your eyes drift over to Ellie and Lilac, both of them enamored with the man that was beginning his on stage. It makes you sigh softly before you lean into them, shouting over the loud music.

“I’m gonna get another drink, you guys want anything?” You barely make out over the loud guitar riff, the both of them denying before they brought their attention back to the musician. With that, you swiftly make your way through the crowd over to the bar.

The second you’re pressed up against the bar, it feels like you can breathe again. Your cheeks felt hot, your chest felt hot, hell, your entire fucking body felt hot. And the worst part of it all, is you could barely decipher the feelings that were plaguing your mind and body.

You sighed softly as you thanked the sweet bartender for the drink. There was enough space at the bar for you to turn around and gaze at the crowd, eyes drifting along the sea of people as you simply sipped on your drink, trying your best to regroup after the entire situation with Lilac.

Because it was weird. All of it was so fucking strange and it was doing your head in. The feeling that sank to the bottom of your stomach when you first laid eyes on them was one you couldn’t recognize. It was rare that you ever felt jealousy in your last relationship, which was honestly something that made you feel quite secure in your marriage. Your wife never truly gave you any reasons to feel that way, her attention always on you, never failing to make you feel like the only girl in the room. Thinking back to all of it, the way your marriage ended was almost comedic.

So seeing Ellie, your ex girlfriend of almost five years, and Lilac, one of the most beautiful girls you’d ever laid eyes on, simply laughing and touching one another as friends do? It made you want to rip the entire building you stood in, brick, by brick.

The thoughts alone make you frown, a gentle sigh leaving your lips as you stare down into the fizzy cup of ice, alcohol and soda in your hand. You felt…so conflicted, so wrong for allowing these feelings to fill you up and make you feel so intensely about someone who didn’t even feel that way about you anymore, and did you even feel that way about her anymore? It was just Ellie. She was your best friend before anything else, so what if she flirts with a pretty girl! You’d be stupid to think she didn’t have other people in her life after you left. What? Did you think she’d simply sit around waiting for you-

But when you finally lift your eyes up to scan the crowd again, what you find brings all of those thoughts to a halt once again.

Because now you’re seeing Ellie’s hand placed on Lilac’s middle, leaning in as the pretty girls lips ghosted along Ellie’s ear, giggling as she whispered unknown words to her.

And that’s when you realized, you couldn’t do this.

You quickly down the rest of your drink, shoving your hand into your purse and grabbing a fistful of money, sliding it over to the bartender and telling him to keep the change in a low voice. You pass the glass over to him, and begin making your way out of the sea of people in the dimly lit room.

You were stupid to think this was a good idea. Your emotions were so scattered, so messy and cluttered in your head. You were going through a fucking divorce, and now you were getting angry over the mere thought of your ex girlfriend standing next to another girl, let alone going further than that. You needed to get your shit together, and if that meant cutting newly mended ties with Ellie, then so fucking be it.

And it’s as if the once crowded bar isn’t able to cover your escape, because you can faintly make out the sound of someone calling for you. You cross your fingers, and hope that it’s someone from high school that just so happens to be there, recognizing you and trying to get a moment with you before you’re able to pounce out of the building.

But unfortunately for you, it’s not. You keep going anyways, hoping that Ellie will drop it or get caught up with someone or something else along the way of her high speed chase for you, but of course, she doesn’t.

You let out a loud sigh when you finally push past the heavy metal doors of the bar, the cool summer breeze wafting against your clammy skin, cooling down your warm cheeks. You hadn’t even realized it before, but you were practically covered in sweat from all the excitement that had washed over you in such a short amount of time.

Ellie is quick to wrap a gentle hand around your wrist, stopping you from running further.

“Hey…where you runnin’ off to? Shows barely even started” she pants out, her own cheeks flushed from pushing and shoving through people to get to you.

The ugly little monster that is jealousy dies immediately when you turn around to look at her. Partially because you know you need to quickly make up an appropriate excuse to your sudden departure, because surely you couldn’t tell her the true reason behind your disappearance…

And also because just looking at Ellie makes you feel whole again.

You let out a gentle sigh before giving her a half smile. “I’m uh…I’m pretty tired and I feel a tad drunk. You and Lilac looked like you were having fun so I didn’t wanna bother…” you explain, ignoring the way the sweet girls name leaves a rather bitter taste on your tongue.

Ellie nods, her expression gentle and understanding as she fishes her keys out of her pocket. “You should’ve told me. Come on, let’s get you home” she affirms with a soft smile, nodding her head towards her car as she begins leading you over.

Her words make you quickly shake your head, stepping in front of her to stop her from getting closer to her car.

“No! No Ellie it’s fine. You were really excited to come tonight and I don’t wanna stop you from having fun so just go back in and-“ you’re rambling at this point, a common habit you’d developed since you could speak. Ellie knew this, because every time you were flustered, or scared, or even happy, your emotions would get the best of you and you’d spew out words like a sprinkler.

So she chuckles softly, bringing her hand up to your arm and giving it a gentle squeeze as if to stop you.

“Slow down, peach” she hums out smoothly. The pet name makes your insides burn, her voice sounding like fucking butter as she soothes you, instantly calming you down and shutting you up just as she wanted.

“There you go…breath” she gives you an encoring nod, paired with another firm squeeze to your arm before she finally lets go, giving you a soft smile before she speaks again.

“I was excited to come out with you tonight. I see that guy perform every Friday” she explains with a soft laugh before she nods her head to her car once again.

“So, let’s get you home and in bed. Your parents would kill me if I let you roam around at night….even though your house is and ten minute walk from here” she shrugs before she presses her hand to the small of your back, leading you to her car without a choice.

It makes you whine softly, throwing your head back like a child as she opens up your door and helps you into the car. You aren’t even that drunk, a bit warm and tipsy, sure, but you were fine to make it home on your own.

However…her warm hand on your skin, paired with the babying, was nice.

Damn her for being so fucking perfect.

A soft huff blows past your pouted lips as she settles into the drivers seat next to you, which makes her snicker as she starts the car. “Quit pouting…it was getting too crowded in there anyways, was gonna suggest we head out right before you tried to ditch me” she shrugs nonchalantly, which earns a playful swat to her arm from your end.

“I was not ditching you! I really am tired” you protest, which only makes Ellie chuckle as she puts her hands up in her defense before she expertly pulls out of the parking lot, one hand on the steering wheel of course.

“Uh-huh….lets get you home then” she affirms as she gives you a wink before she makes her way to your house.

The summer breeze is cool against your skin, the windows down on Ellie’s car, soft music playing through it as you two simply enjoy the comfortable silence that falls between you both. It reminds you of the parties Ellie would drive you both home from, only for her to sneak up to your room with you and pass out in your bed, cuddled up into each other. Sneaking was a stretch, as your parents always knew she’d be spending the night when you two were out late.

The memories make the heart ache, and your throat swell, that familiar melancholy feeling filling you up at the reflection of the past staring at you in a pool of your memories.

You barely realize you’ve pulled in, the gentle hum of the car coming to a stop as Ellie lets her palms fall to her thighs, a gentle sigh leaving her lips as she stares up at your dark home, nothing but the porch light on to greet guests.

“Well…I hope you had fun tonight, peach…” she hums out softly when she finally turns to you, gentle green eyes shining in the dim lighting of her car, barely illuminated by the light beaming down from the moon in the clear night sky.

And you know you shouldn’t do it. You should just thank her for the night out, wish her a good night and go inside your house. You were tipsy, and you were extremely emotional, and you were lonely. All of it was a recipe for disaster, and you knew it.

But somehow, you don’t stop the words that fall from your lips.

“Do you wanna come inside?” You ask quickly, watching as the girls eyebrows raise in surprise at your sudden burst of hospitality. You inhale deeply before you continue.

“It’s late and…the least I could do is give you something to eat, or drink after making us leave early” you explain further, your hand gripping the edge of Ellie’s leather car seat as you stare at her.

When she doesn’t say anything, you feel like an idiot. She’s just staring at you and you suddenly feel like you’ve read into this all wrong, it’s been years! Why on earth would she want to come inside and hang out with her ex girlfriend, she probably has much better things to do.

“I’d love to” she beams out, giving you a bright smile before she opens her car door, gets out, and makes her way over to open yours to let you out.

You can practically feel the weight lift off of your chest when she agrees, a soft sigh of relief leaving your lips as you lead her to your front door, making your way up the steps and unlocking it before letting her in.

Ellie hums softly when you turn on the lights, eyes wandering around the familiar home as you toss your purse onto a nearby hanger, as well as kicking your shoes off near the front door.

She hangs her jacket up on the coat rack near the door like muscle memory right after she shuts the front door behind her, a soft smile on her lips as she watches you make your way to the kitchen and open up your fridge.

“I have water, iced tea, lemonade….” You list off the various contents in your fridge before you look over at the girl behind you, watching as she stands in the middle of your living room. “Water is fine” she hums out with a smile, which you nod and grab for her.

Your home is like a breath of fresh air compared to where you and Ellie where not even an hour ago, the two of you quickly falling into old habits as it takes no more than ten minutes for the two of you to make your way out to your back porch, taking a seat on the comfy outdoor couches your father had added in right before you moved out.

Another guttural laugh passes through your lips as you toss your head back, listening to Ellie catch you up on all the small town mishaps and shenanigans that you had missed, and yearned for oh so much since you'd gone.

"Are you kidding me? They fought over a decade old prom crown? I would have paid big money to see that shit" You gasp out, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye as you finally manage to catch your breath.

Ellie chuckles as she nods, bringing her water to her lips before she shrugs. "I'll tell you one thing, I had no idea those old ladies could move like that" She adds with a snort, ripping another burst of laughs from your sore chest.

You don't catch it, but Ellie simply watches you fondly as you toss your head back and laugh, a gentle smile playing on her lips as you struggle to find the words. It warms her heart even further to know that she was the one pulling that out of you, making you smile so big, laugh so hard.

You groan softly, exhaling tiredly as you place a hand on your chest as if to calm yourself. "Man....I seriously cannot remember the last time I've laughed this hard" You add, a soft, satisfied smile on your lips, unaware as to how sad your words may have sounded.

It hits you when you notice Ellie's gentle frown, the one that she gave whenever she was disappointed or when she knew something wasn't right.

"That's a shame...you used to laugh all the time when you were with me" She says matter-of-factly.

Her words catch you off guard, mostly because it was true. Being with Ellie was filled with nothing but smiles and laughs, the ones that had you keeling over and holding onto your belly as you shed a tear or two, unable to control the laughter that left your body, the happiness that filled you up when she was able to pull it out of you.

You hadn't even realized it, but you were pretty sure the last time you laughed like that, was with Ellie.

You hum softly, staring down at your lap as you toy with the frills of your dress, thinking back to all of those times, wishing so badly you could be that girl again.

Wishing you could live that life again.

It's getting late at this point, the warm summer breeze growing colder the higher the moon rises into the sky. It blows onto your skin, goosebumps littering your arms. You feel it's time to tell Ellie to leave, the air growing heavy as you both sit there in silence, her words hanging between you, begging to be responded to.

When you open your mouth to tell her that you're tired, and that she should probably head home, you're interrupted by the feeling of her calloused fingers gently gripping your chin, pulling you to look into her eyes.

"I....I don't know what happened...or why you two decided to split up..." she mumbles softly, and you know she's referring to your ex wife without even saying her name.

She inhales deeply, pink tongue darting out to wet her plump lips slowly before she speaks again. "But I couldn't imagine ever letting someone like you go....no matter what" she sighs out, her eyes staring into yours intensely.

And suddenly, you aren't you anymore. You are, but....you're a different you. You're the you that's filled with hopes and dreams, the you that wrote in her diary every night about everything she was going to do once she made it, the you that would peek her head out of her window to see her girlfriend standing out on her lawn, waiting to pick her up, take her out, and simply drive with the music on and the windows down, enjoying each others company.

You're the you, that's in love with Ellie.

Her green eyes sparkle like gems in the moonlight, the white light illuminating half of her pretty face, making a lump form in your throat as you struggle to find the words to say. You can feel her hand gently creep up to cup your face, and it makes your skin burn even hotter beneath her touch.

The familiar sound of the wind chimes rings through your ear, transporting you back to that very same night, five years ago when you were splayed out on the lawn that was a mere few feet away from you, kissing and loving on your girlfriend that you adored with all your heart.

Ellie hears them too, her eyes glancing up at them above your head. She chuckles softly, hand still caressing your cheek gently before she speaks. "Haven't heard those since the last time I saw you..." She hums out.

With that, it's as if your body moves itself for you, deciding your faith before you can, because you waste no time in leaning in and pressing your lips to hers in a kiss that can only be described as longing, having gone far too long without feeling the pair that they so desperately wanted pressed up against.

Ellie melts into you almost immediately, her other hand coming up to cup your cheek as she kisses you back passionately. Both of your hands come up to hold onto either of her wrists, keeping her close as you lean further into her, wanting more of the girl.

You need her more than air, easily letting her grip your thighs and tug you down to straddle her lap, your hands going up to tangle themselves in her soft hair. When she finally does break the kiss, her lips are on your neck, and your jaw, and your cheeks, and the corner of your mouth, eager to feel any part of you on her needy mouth as her hands roam your body eagerly.

"Missed you so fuckin' much...my dream girl" She moans out, making you whimper as you tug her hair back, angling her face back up towards yours before smashing your lips against hers.

"Let's....let's go inside...." You moan into her mouth, the kiss messy and sloppy as she nods eagerly before the request has even fully escaped your lips.

You waste no time crawling off her lap and tugging her inside, the two of you giggling and moaning as you stumble over your own feet in a dance of need and desperation, the both of you clearly in need of one another.

Ellie is tugging off her shirt as you two make your way through the door, helping you tug off your dress as she stumbles out of her jeans quickly after.

A pile of clothes leads the both of you to your bed, the girl laying you down and crawling over you, strong hands caressing your soft body, tugging at your bra and your panties, mouthing away at your newly exposed skin.

"You don't know how many times I've thought about this...thought about you like this" she admits, needy hands gripping at your waist, pulling you flush against her half naked body as she kisses up to your lips again, slowly pushing her tongue into your mouth as she groans against you, strong hands massaging your skin, kneading it between her fingers.

You moan into her, nodding eagerly as your hands tug her closer, wanting her as close to your body as possible.

"I have to..." you admit mindlessly.

You don't realize it then, but it's the first time that you've allowed yourself to admit that to someone, even to yourself. Those were secrets that you're buried down so deep into your mind, you weren't even sure they were true anymore.

Ellie was able to pull them out thought.

"Gonna...fuckin' worship you...like you deserve, baby.." she moans out, her lips pressing against your boobs that were spilling out of your bra, nipping and biting at your exposed skin.

But when she says that, it's like all the lights suddenly turned on.

It all comes weighing down on you in an instant, what happened, what you'd been through. Your wife had cheated on you with another woman, she promised you everything, the world at your feet if you asked for it, yet she still threw it all away as if none of it was real, as if none of it mattered.

Who's to say Ellie wouldn't do the same?

Your body goes limp beneath her, and Ellie catches onto it immediately, frowning gently as she pulls away to see her suspicions were confirmed.

"Baby? Hey...you with me angel?" She calls out as she watches you staring up at the ceiling, your eyes glossing over as if you weren't even there.

Because you weren't, you were back in your bedroom, in your apartment in the city, watching the woman you thought loved you back, fuck another woman into your mattress as if she were you.

You weren't ready for this.

"I...I can't do this.." You mumble out, voice cracking as your throat began swelling up from the tears pooling in your eyes.

Ellie is quick to sit up with you, tugging the blankets on your bed up so that you were able to shield your chest from the cold air that circled your room, her hand coming up to your back as she peered down at you, brushing your hair out of your face.

"Sweetheart, what is it? did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?" she urges, desperately trying her best to understand what happened, what caused the sudden shift in the atmosphere.

You feel sick to your stomach, shaking your head as the tears begin spilling out onto your cheeks, keeping the blanket tugged close to your chest as you brush Ellies hands away from your face.

"I can't...you need to leave...please leave!" you sob out, shaking your head as all the images of your ex wife come flooding in.

Ellie frowns deeply as she watches you push her away, shutting her out and putting those same walls up that she could feel even when you were miles and miles away from her in the city.

She knows she can't get through to you, not now at least. So she simply gets up off your bed, tugs on her t shirt and jeans, goes downstairs and walks out of your house, her heart breaking as she hears your sobs echoing through the house, following her as she left you there.

And as you laid there, crying in your bed once again, ugly images run through your mind,

it isn't the thought of your ex wife cheating on you, that hurts, but its merely a dull blade to your side now that you've felt Ellie again, those feelings coming back the second her lips were on yours.

No...it's the thought of Ellie doing those things. It's the thought of her promising you the world and still throwing it away, even after she put a pretty ring on your finger.

Because love is ruined for you now, and you aren't entirely sure you could trust anyone to give it to you again.

Even Ellie.

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[polarisjisung]

KISSES WITH NCT DREAM

pairings: nct dream × fem! reader

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of giving hickeys (for jeno) + reader is implied to have long(ish) hair + use of pet names

notes: a little different to usual but i want to post more often and I love reading these little headcanons! although I do need to switch it up from all the fluff 🫠

MARK-cozy morning kisses:

mark loves lazy mornings, holding you by the waist to make sure you don't have a chance to escape the warmth of the duvet you're all wrapped up in. sure your hair's a little messy but mark loves the domesticity of waking up next to you. you'll make every attempt to make your way out of the confines of your shared double bed but mark ultimately wins, shutting you up with a kiss when he feels like you're talking too much

"mark baby, please I have work" mark could not care less— really, they should've made it illegal to work weekends

"you have a boyfriend too" he'd tuck the hair falling from your ponytail behind your ear and you're a sucker for the way he'd let his palm rest over your cheek as he pulls you into his chest underneath the covers

"markie, I'll get fired" you know you'd lost the battle the second mark let his eyes land on your lips, the ones that were still shining from the left over lip mask you'd applied the night before, but you still try to bolt out of the covers as fast as you can, undoubtedly you'll get pulled back in by mark just a few seconds later

"don't run from me baby" he's all pouty, you know its all just a facade to get a couple extra minutes in bed with you but saying no to mark just wasn't one of your capabilities

when you finally sigh in defeat,

"just 5 minutes" with a roll of your eyes, he's peppering sweet kisses all over your face, placing a couple pecks on your lips too

"I'll take 5 minutes"

best believe he'll take a lot more than just 5

RENJUN-stupid adorable smiley kisses:

kisses with renjun start out ever so gentle, a quick touch of your lips before he's checking to see your reaction. doesn't matter how long you've been dating, renjun still gives you butterflies every damn time, and he's the same with you, all giddy and kicking his feet, so you both start out so smiley against each other's lips, soft and sweet. on occasion renjun likes to go for deep, more meaningful passionate kisses, and the second you see his starry eyes staring up at you, grin formed into a soft smile, you know his hand is going to reach for your jaw and his lips are going to move rushed against yours

there's a sparkle in his eyes, a glint that tells you renjun won't stop at a few pecks— naturally you don't mind at all

"my love?" he coos, looking up at you, taking in your features as though he's trying to commit every detail of your pretty face to memory, your moles, the shape of your lips and your sparkling eyes, he would memorise it all in that very moment

you swear he looks at you as though you've painted the sky and hung the stars, and every time you catch yourself wondering what you've done to be lucky enough to deserve him

"I love you" as those words slip so effortlessly out of his lips, he'll guide you with a hand against the back of your head to meet his lips again, with more urgency this time

"I love you too" you'd breathe out, an oppurtunity you'd never miss

JENO-neck kisses

jeno loves your lips, kisses, pecks, full on make out sessions— he doesn't mind. but every time he finds your hair tied back and your neck on display he sees it as the perfect chance to show that you're absolutely not single, very much taken in fact. jeno finds joy in carving his initials into your neck or leaving small, unintentional patterns behind sucking and gently biting at the warm skin on your neck. the kisses eventually trail their way up across the bone of your jaw, his hands tugging at the ends of your hair as he twirls it between his fingers. jeno wants it all, quick kisses will do if you're out and about but the second you're home, kissing is at least a 20 minute task.

when you're out, be it hanging out with friends or running errands together, especially in the summer, when you like to tie your hair back a lot more frequently, jeno finds himself going absolutely feral, he's like a child begging his mother to go home

your back is against the wall the second you step through the door, jeno's lips impatiently capturing yours. he's a literal animal, he'll devour any lipstick you're wearing like it was never even there, before his kisses land on your collarbone.

"knew what you were doing when you tied your hair up baby hmm?" jeno likes to think you do it on purpose, to mess with him just a little, admittedly you do, but if you could be honest it had been solely unintentional this time

"come on jeno" your hands land on his chest, almost avoiding the hungry search of his lips for the skin of your neck "didn't know you were so needy"

you like to tease him, his cute agitated kisses becoming a little more intense at your words

equally jeno finds no shame in just how crazy he is for you

"needy for you baby, only you"

something about his urgency mixed with his loyalty forces you to forget about the hickeys you'll spend hours covering up over the next few weeks

HAECHAN- tip of your nose kisses:

haechan loves a makeout session as much as the next person, and despite his forward and bold attitude, sometimes the hard-core kisses just aren't what he's looking for. his favourite solution? kissing the tip of your nose, he likes booping your nose here and there as it is, but in his softest moments, where you find his eyes staring your way in pure awe, haechan's eyes travel to the tip of your nose immediately. it doesn't take long for his lips to follow— a tentative kiss to make sure you're in the mood to be absolutely bombarded with his love

forehead kisses are a close second, and eventually haechan gives in to delicate tender kisses on your lips, his fingers interlaced with yours

"have I ever told you I love you?" kisses with haechan are playful, so you can always tell he's in the mood when that adorable toothy grin shines it's way at you

"multiple times hyuck, every day actually" you'd respond, so giggly that he swears he's falling in love with you all over again, he's not sure if it's possible quite frankly, considering he thinks the same thought everyday

"that's what you deserve baby, I love you" he'd waddle his way over to you on the sofa, that smirk on his face that tells you everything you need to know— the kiss lands perfectly in the centre of your nose, your face soon hidden away in your hands

"don't get shy on me now baby, you know what I wanna hear" he's already trying to get another look at your pretty eyes and when he successfully gets your hands to slide down your face, places a chaste kiss to your forehead

"I love you too hyuck"

"can't hear you buttercup, you're gonna have to show me that pretty face so I can lip read" he's a little too proud of his words, and when you do let your hands down, his lips are all over yours

JAEMIN-lip gloss kisses:

jaemin is a sucker for those shiny, perfect glossy lips of yours, he's a sucker for you full stop, but your lips are practically a superpower.

now jaemin hates strawberries but that pretty pink lip gloss of yours with a little shimmer and that strawberry scent is his absolute favourite, he swears it makes your eyes pop 10x more it's perfect— you're perfect

he loves showering you with affection, be it hugs or kisses, holding your hand or whispering sweet nothings into your ear, jaemin treats you like an absolute princess and when his princess is all dressed up and so absolutely gorgeous, he can't help but ask for one thing for himself. not that jaemin doesn't love seeing you lounging around casually, he thinks you look gorgeous all the time, but seeing the confidence that oozes from your being when you're ready for a big event has his stomach doing backflips

his arms wrap around your waist quicker than you can twist the tube of your lip gloss shut— really there was no point going through your extensive lip combo routine because you should've known jaemin would eat it all up

"my sweet sweet girl, do you think I could have a kiss?" jaemin likes to get extra affectionate in these moments, clinging to you with a smile that reaches his eyes, just to make sure there's no way you can say no

"but nana my lip gloss" you're always trying to make excuses, really it was just because lip products were starting to get expensive, but you don't mind blowing more money on them if it meant you'd have a love like jaemin

"hmm, I'll buy more for you, just give me a kiss pretty please?"

you only make one more attempt at stalling, you know better that you're not winning this battle

"but nana it'll get all over you"

he shrugs, so unbothered you swear you hear your heartbeat ring in your ears

"I like it like that"

jaemin loves the way you tenderly hold his face before you seal his lips in a kiss, when you pull away his lips are glittery and pink just like yours, but his smile seems to have grown ten fold

"you look so pretty nana, my princess" he nods

"your princess, all yours" before locking your lips against his once again

CHENLE-spiderman kisses:

chenle loves the movie, chenle loves you, to him it just made sense and the spiderman kiss has easily become his favourite way to greet you as he walked through the door.

most days chenle would find you seated on the couch, finishing up a project for work when he'd get home, his hand would wrap under your chin and slightly over your neck with ease, lips locking with yours momentarily

"I missed you" he'd whisper, every time as he pulled away from you, placing his things down to a side and slipping into the empty space beside you. his arm would find its rightful place resting over your shoulder before his lips would brush over yours again

"I missed you too"

the both of you would bask in the warm intimacy of the moment, something between you, only for you, that the both of you would secretly look forward to day in and day out

to chenle that was enough, that daily welcome home kiss was practically routine and it was a routine he'd grown used to, practically to the point where when he'd walk in and you weren't working away at a desk or on the sofa, anywhere he could easily guide your head backwards and press his lips to yours, the rest of his day would be ruined

dramatic, would be the best way to describe a kiss deprived chenle

JISUNG-hand kisses:

to jisung kisses are one of the truest levels of intimacy, they come with philosophical and ethical discussions and debates, prophesies of where the universe might be heading in ten years or why you shouldn't take things in life for granted

jisung liked to think, and he appreciated being able to share and discuss his thoughts with you, to him that seemed like one of the purest forms of love, being unashamed to share even the most wild and crazy theories with each other

he admired your passion, the way you'd get lost between your own thoughts, in your own world as you explained a concept to him, one of the many reasons jisung loved you, and in those moments a press of his lips to the knuckles of your hand, already intertwined with his, seemed perfect, like the cherry on top

"I think it's crazy how we don't realise so much of what goes on around us" you're sharing one of those moments of yours again, when you feel like you'd noticed something that made a big impact on your point of view in life and jisung can't help but let that gummy smile flash over his lips, his thumb rubbing up and down the outer surface of your hand

it's beautiful to him, how your legs are laying over his and how you rest your head against his chest and his fingers rake through your hair while you find yourselves in this moment, for a second jisung stops listening, or at least attentively so, trying to take in this fleeting moment of what he thought was the most important part of loving someone

"sung, you seem out of it?" you'd ask the question so concerned, despite a little guilt that he hadn't been able to listen to you, jisung would smile softly and shake his head

"just thinking about how lucky I am to have you"

and his hand would lift yours, quickly pressing a feathery kiss to your knuckles

"I love you" he'd say, a phrase he didn't say often, scared it would lose its meaning, but one he'd say just enough that you'd known how much you meant to him

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[works-of-fanfiction]

Toothbrush || Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: It’s still early days for Lando and the reader, but he’s ready to start seeing more of her.

Song: Toothbrush by DNCE.

Warnings: None, just a wholesome read.

Word Count: 2.3k

a/n: every time I listen to this song, I imagine little fanfic scenarios in my head, so I finally wrote one! I’m a George girl at heart, but I think I’m in my Lando era rn. short but sweet - hope you like it!

With Lando’s arm strewn across your chest and his soft snores in your ear, you didn’t dare to move. Streams of sunlight bled into the room through the gap in the curtains, illuminating his tanned shoulders that poked out of the covers. Pins and needles prickled at your feet as you fought desperately not to leave the bed. He looked so comfortable and he deserved the extra rest after all the busy weekdays preparing for the new season.

You turned your head to catch a full glimpse of his face, his mouth hanging slightly open and eyelids twitching involuntarily. You often wondered what he dreamt about, as you did with anyone who fell asleep in your company. Dreams fascinated you; the weirder the better. Your workdays often started with your colleagues all sharing their wild and wonderful dreams from the night before, with the odd nightmare sprinkled in. If only you had a pound for every time your manager dreamt of losing his teeth…

Your bladder deceived you, the pressure growing the more you tried to ignore it. Sighing, you pushed the covers off your body, careful not to disturb the half that covered the sleeping driver beside you. You shuffled to the right, fingertips gently lowering Lando’s hand onto the pillow, hoping he didn’t stir. The fresh morning air whipped around your bare frame, and you resorted to hugging yourself as you tiptoed into the ensuite.

You moved with caution, tearing the toilet paper slowly and studying the squares as they ripped apart bit by bit. As much as you hated not flushing, you didn’t want to startle the poor guy, so you opted for closing the lid. That too was done carefully, not letting the wooden pieces make a single sound as they touched. You washed your hands quickly, scrubbing them dry on a towel, a comically bright orange towel with the McLaren logo plastered all over it. You’d laughed at it the first time you stayed over, Lando cursing himself for not hiding it before you arrived. You’d wondered where else random pieces of McLaren merchandise were going to pop up. Tea towels? Bed sheets? Branded cereal, perhaps?

On your way back to the bed, you scooped up Lando’s t-shirt from the night before, slipping it on and appreciating the fabric against your skin. It didn’t make a huge difference, but at least it covered the goosebumps scattered across your cold chest. Catching your reflection in the mirror, you combed your fingers through your hair, pushing loose strands out of your eyes. Hearing a rustling in the covers, you turned to see Lando stretching his arms above his head, his eyes still squeezed shut to avoid the morning light.

“Mm… Come back to bed.” He mumbled, propping his hands behind his head like he was laid on a sun lounger. You sat on the bed beside him, resting on your right hip and tucking your legs in to lift your feet off the ground. Feeling the mattress dip, a lazy smile spread across his face as he prized his eyes open halfway. “There you are.” You laid a hand on his chest, smiling down at him before his eyes fluttered closed once again. “Beautiful.”

You exhaled, amused by his compliment. “You can’t even see me.”

“I don’t need to.”

He could be cheesy sometimes, but part of you loved it. You’d always enjoyed making fun of your friends in their honeymoon phases, mimicking their partners and overusing their new nicknames. You’d waited a long time for it to be your turn, so you planned on soaking up every pet name, pick-up line, and spooning session until they grew tired of hearing about it. God knows you’d heard more than your fair share of romantic tales.

All you wanted to do was lie back down beside him and burrow your head beneath his arm, but the grease in your hair and mascara stuck in your tear ducts begged you to go home and shower.

Being in the early stages meant that overstaying your welcome was still a possibility. You had yet to lie in past 10am with Lando, and were always dressed and out of the door before he’d even shed the covers. You’d made a promise to yourself at the start that you wouldn’t let yourself get too attached or seem clingy. Whirlwind relationships always sounded good until they weren’t, and you’d experienced them one too many times to allow it to happen again. Besides, Lando never seemed to argue when you slipped out of bed and left before breakfast. To him, it seemed like you just enjoyed your own space. For the past eight Sundays, you’d detangled yourself from his grasp, thrown on your clothes from the night before and left him with a simple kiss on the cheek, all before he’d even managed to open his eyes properly. Most of those mornings he’d rolled over to your side of the bed, inhaling the traces of your perfume and replaying the events of the evening over and over in his head. One day he’d tell you to stay; he’d hide your keys if it meant he could spend a few more hours in bed with you... What did you like for breakfast? If he ordered pancakes, would you stay and split a plate with him? Was it brown or tomato sauce you had with your bacon?

Lando felt you fidgeting on the bed and rolled over to grab your arm. You looked down in surprise, turning your wrist to take his hand in yours. “What’s wrong?” You asked, his fingers soft and featherlike against your palm, following the lines from left to right.

“What time is it?”

“Um…” You leaned over, checking your phone on the bedside table. “It’s almost 9.30.”

He groaned, slumping forward to rest his head against your arm. You laughed, moving so his head fell into your lap and your hand settled in the top of his hair. Catching a curl around your finger, you studied the tones in his hair and how they each caught the sunlight. Sitting there quiet and content with him made you a little sad, as you didn’t want to leave. Part of you longed for Sundays spent together, movies on the sofa with last night’s leftovers heating up in the microwave. You knew it was a fool’s dream considering he ended up in a new country every weekend. You cursed yourself for following your silly little rule and not taking advantage of the time you did have. In less than a month, he’d be calling you from hotels in the middle of who knows where with bad reception and voices urging him to hurry up and get back to work.

Sighing, you tapped Lando’s shoulder, whispering for him to sit up. “I should get going.” You said hesitantly, forcing yourself to stand.

“Stay. Just a little longer.” He gazed at you with puppy dog eyes, his hair unruly on his forehead and cheeks lined with crease marks from his pillows.

“Look at me, Lando.” You scoffed, waving your hands in front of your face. “I am in serious need of a shower.”

“I have a shower.” He stated obviously, his eyes finally widening to their normal state as he propped himself up against the headboard. “Towels are in the cupboard on the third shelf.”

“I… Lando – “

“Y/N.” He tilted his head, looking at you with raised brows. “You’re allowed to stay and take a shower.”

His words were laced with so much more than what he was saying. He wanted you in his shower, stepping out to wrap yourself in one of his towels with your damp hair leaving droplets on the countertop. He wanted your footprints on the bathmat – hell, he’d even put up with your hair clogging the drains if it meant there were traces of you in his home. He wanted more than just the ghost of you at his kitchen counter or out on the patio.

He kept his eyes on you, watching as you stood up and approached the cupboard, choosing a fluffy blue towel from the shelf. He rolled out of the bed, following you to the bathroom and flicking the extractor fan on above your heads. “Alright. You’ve got the rainfall shower which you turn on by twisting this towards you.” He instructed, trying to hide the smile that was creeping its way onto his face. It was crazy how long he’d waited to show you something so simple.

He turned the rainfall shower on, letting the water heat up for you. “The detachable showerhead is the same, just turn it in the other direction towards the wall.”

He stepped to the side, letting you slip past him. You stood shyly, his shirt still hanging off your body. “Well, I’m not going to shower with you watching!” You laughed, folding your arms and waiting for him to leave.

“Why? It’s nothing I haven’t already seen.” He smirked, mirroring your stance. Your cheeks flushed red at his words, visions of last night swimming around your mind. You needed him to leave the bathroom before you dragged him under the water with you.

He turned to leave, mindlessly adjusting the hand towels on the rack. “I’ll leave some clothes on the bed for you. There’s a spare toothbrush in the cabinet too.”

“Are you saying I have smelly breath?” You gasped, watching as he turned back to face you with the same cheeky grin on his face.

“Oh yes. That is exactly what I’m saying.”

Pulling the shirt over your head, you screwed it into a ball and threw it at him, hitting him square in the face and blocking his view. You turned to face the shower, leaving him with a foggy view of your backside through the textured glass. “Not fair!” He shouted over the running water as you dunked your messy hair beneath the stream.

“Get out, you pervert!”

He left the bathroom laughing to himself, closing the door behind him. He rushed to tidy the room a little, making sure to leave the clothes he promised on the bed. He took the liberty of putting your clothes in the wash with his, hoping you’d be okay with it.

When you surfaced from the bathroom with the towel tucked around your body and a beaming smile on your face, he swore he could feel his heart thumping against his ribcage. “Better?” He asked, sliding the pile of clothes your way.

“Much. Thank you.” You took the clothes, Lando turning away to give you some privacy whilst you changed. “Where should I put the towel?” You asked, giving him the all-clear to look at you.

“Just throw it in the hamper. I’ll sort it later.”

“Oh, I didn’t know where to put the toothbrush so it’s just in the pot beside yours.”

He smiled, looking at you but not saying a word. “What?” You asked, glancing down at yourself then back to him. “What’s wrong?”

Patting the space next to him on the bed, you sat down, pulling your wet hair over one shoulder. “I was thinking…” He started, reaching to grab your hand. Running his fingers over your knuckles, he studied the curiosity on your face as he rehearsed the words in his head. “Why don’t you leave the toothbrush in the pot?”

You didn’t catch on at first, but his words soon made sense as he shuffled closer to you, his thigh pressed against yours. Your face ached from smiling, Lando’s expression perfectly reflecting yours. “It’s convenient, you know?” He played it cool, earning him a playful slap on the chest.

“Yeah, sure! Convenience.” You mocked, leaning into him as he wrapped an arm around you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“By the way…” He spoke into your ear, his lips brushing against the lobe, tickling you. “I put your clothes in the wash, so you won’t be leaving anytime soon.” He drew back to look at you, surprised to see you still smiling.

“Good job I wasn’t planning on it anyway.” Throwing a leg over his, you straddled his lap and rested your arms around his neck.  He leaned forward, catching your lips with his and kissing you gently. Wet droplets from your hair fell onto his bare shoulder, making him shiver and laugh into the kiss. Pulling away, you swiped the water away with your hand, sliding off his lap and linking your fingers with his. He stood, grabbing the nearest hoodie hanging on the bed post and throwing it over his shoulder as he led you out of the bedroom and towards the stairs.

“So… breakfast?” His voice was muffled as he squeezed the hoodie over his head, stepping cautiously so he didn’t tumble down the stairs.

“Sounds good. What are you in the mood for?”

“I’m easy. I’ll have anything.” He opened the fridge and grabbed a carton of orange juice, turning to find you resting your elbows on the kitchen island. Something about you in his house, in his clothes, made his stomach do somersaults. It quickly became his favourite sight.

Pouring two glasses of juice, he slid one over to you, taking a seat on one of the stools. “How did you sleep by the way?” He asked, sipping his drink and snuggling up to you to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“Pretty good. You?”

“The same… But I did have this really weird dream.”

Your ears perked up at his words and you turned to look at him eagerly. “Tell me all about it.”

#f1 x reader #f1 fics #f1 oneshot #lando norris x reader

[nyonyen]

I'd love to see you write something regarding the human pet reader taking a nap beside their loving master and subsequently meeting Randal and Satoru in the dreamscape .. what escapades could occur from that i wonder

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randal ivory x f!reader x satoru tsukada | AO3 | 18+ ᴛᴀɢs: threesome, rough + unsafe sex, blow-jobs, honorifics, dirty talk, heavy rantoru overtones, inner satoru thoughts

You huff slightly as Randal corrals you into your shared room, the night coming to an end far sooner than you had wanted, “I was just about to beat you in Diddy Kong Racing, and now you decide actually to follow Luther’s bedtimes?”

“Hush, hush,” he grins as he gestures to your fluffed-up coffin sheets, “As your dearest master, I must keep your human needs in mind! Otherwise, Luther’ll let you loose on the side of the highway again…”

Shuddering at the mistake Luther made a few months ago, you sigh, “Alright, whatever. Just don’t wake me up in the middle of the night to go to the cemetery again, okay?”

“No promises! Terry’s graveyard is always on my mind, haha!” Randal crawls into his coffin, and you watch as one of his all-knowing dolls floats to flip the light switch.

You hop into yours as well, bringing the duvet up to cover your eyes from your master’s intense stares, “Good night, master.”

He leans over to your coffin, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead, “Sleep tight, don’t let the bugs bite you!”

Rubbing your eyes, you lift your head from the school desk you find yourself sitting at. You had no recollection of getting here or even the last time you were somewhere outside the rural hell where the Ivory’s resided.

Looking around through lidded eyes, you find yourself surrounded by odd amalgamations of what seem like stereotypical Japanese high-school students. They were almost like mannequins— frozen, but not immovable either.

“Hey, what’re the odds?” A voice snaps you out of your analysis of the situation, making you whip your head around in fear. Of course, it was Randal— you never could escape that ginger brat. “Well, I know the odds, it’s like 18.5%, but math is for neeerds anyway.”

“Where exactly did you drag me to this time?” You mutter, idly smoothing down your school uniform’s skirt— when did you change into this? “I thought I said I didn’t wanna go anywhere…”

“First of all, you didn’t say that specifically— but this isn’t even my fault!” He cocks his head unnaturally, watching your discomfort with fascination. “I can’t tell if I’m in your dream, or you’re in mine… hyper-lucidity, what a thing.”

He mumbles some more exposition as you exit the cramped desk, staring at the sailor fuku you’re now wearing— it was so painfully cliché. You wondered if this was how Randal would want you to dress outside of this so-called dream.

“Wait, if we’re here…” You can practically hear the gears turning in his head as he suddenly grabs your hand roughly to lead you out of the classroom, “You gotta meet my extra special friend!”

“Your extra special what?”

As if in a blink, you find yourself in another classroom, but this one was rid of all student desks— except one large table in the middle. It looked like a club room of sorts, but it was indiscernible for what in particular.

Your eyes dart up to see a dark-haired and oddly pale boy watching you from beyond the table. He sports an empty smile and even emptier eyes— but they sure were beautiful.

“There he is, my buddy ol’ pal!” Randal waltzed over to meet him, pulling his cheeks in an odd sort of greeting. “This is my friend Satoru… he’s pretty cool.”

Satoru, as you now know him, smiles and leans his head to the side— you wanted to hurl at the sight of yet another anime cliché. You wave slightly, but feeling a distinct sense that his individual already had disdain for you, “It’s lovely to meet one of Randal’s friends. If I’m being honest, I didn’t know he had any… other than me, of course.”

A flash of something unidentifiable appears on his face, and Satoru nods politely, “I’m his best friend, (Y/N). I’m surprised Randal didn’t mention me! Well, I don’t mind.”

Lowering your head, you make a noise of affirmation, “Of course, yeah… I guess he mentioned me since you know my name already!”

He doesn’t grace you with a response, but instead turns to Randal, “Did you wanna do something in the club room, is that why you’re here?”

“Yeah, you could say that!” With a smile, he leans into Satoru’s ear as you wander about the room. “I was thinking you and I could have some fun… doesn’t that sound so nice?”

Nodding vehemently, he couldn’t believe this was finally happening. Him and Randal… for lack of a better phrase, was a dream come true! “Really? I’ve waited so long, I didn’t know you—”

“Perfect!” He cuts off Satoru’s spiel, not noticing the misunderstanding, “I’ll go talk to (Y/N)... ease her into it. I know she’ll understand, she’s such a good pet!”

Randal runs over to you as you inspect the dusty Go boards, leaving his friend to infer what exactly he meant by ‘fun.’

“Oh, (Y/N)!” He sing-songs, wrapping his cold hands around your eyes, “You love being good for your master, right?”

You nod, your interest piqued, trying to peel away his fingers from squishing your eyes, “Yes, of course… why?”

“That makes sense, you’re always such a good girl,” Randal whispers, moving his fingers to trace your jawline and neck, “Then let’s have some fun together, yeah?”

“Fun?” You, of course, knew exactly what he meant by this— he was never one to shy away from such prospects. “But what about… Satoru?”

“Exactly!” He giggles, the roughness of his hands around your neck causing you to squirm slightly, “You both got it so easily, wow! What are we waiting for then?”

“Now, Sato, why don’t you give her a kiss or something?” Randal turns you to face both him and Satoru, the latter having a blank expression as always, “Oh, it would probably be more comfortable if she were to… yes, hold on!”

Suddenly, he lifts you without care onto the table— it seemed like he had whatever strength he so desired in this dreamscape. You plop down unceremoniously, your skirt barely covering your legs as he scoots you to where he wants.

“There we go! Now, kiss her!”

Not wanting to defy Randal, Satoru immediately traps your lips in a kiss— surprisingly, not devoid of feeling. Caught by surprise, you melt into the kiss, the inherent dreamlike state you were trapped in heightening your sense of feeling. He pulls away before you can fall into the rhythm, and you can’t resist the pout growing on your face.

Randal cocks his head, “I don’t remember telling you to stop, dearest friend! Keep going.”

The microexpression of frustration on Satoru’s face goes unnoticed, and he goes back to kissing you. His hands come to rest on your bare thighs, kneading gently as his tongue slips between your lips.

Just grin and bear it, Tsukada. Focus on Randal, think about his messy hair and yaeba fang…

You whimper gently as you feel another pair of hands atop his, gripping even harder. Randal had come up behind him, draping himself over in an odd embrace— but Satoru would never complain at this closeness.

“You two look so sexy, making out for me like this,” Randal chuckles atonally, watching to see if you preferred kissing him over your own master. “I really thought I’d be jealous, like some netorare thing! But this is one of those good endings… is that netorase?”

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you focus sucking on Satoru’s tongue, catching him off-guard. He pulls away, seemingly to catch his breath. Randal leans on his shoulder, staring at you with a mischievous expression, “Sato, how about you be a good friend and let me kiss my pet too?”

His desperation is evident in the way he kisses, and how he’s already pulling at your fuku’s neckerchief. You kiss him fervently as well, feeling the way he’s inching your skirt up higher by the second. Satoru’s fingers focus on your shirt, lifting it for what you can only assume is at Randal’s behest. You felt their touches everywhere— drowning in the feeling of their unexpected affections.

Lifting your arms and only momentarily separating from your master’s embrace, your top is promptly removed— a simple bra you had no recollection of owning lying beneath.

“Gosh, how quaint!” Randal grimaces slightly at his Luther-esque choice of words, but quickly grabs at your chest greedily. “Never seen you in something so simple… Satoru, lay her down for me. Doesn’t she look delicious?”

“She…” He trails off as you look at him through lidded eyes, “Really does, wow…”

His being part of Randal’s psyche was quite obvious at this point— you looked absolutely breathtaking. Your hair was just the right kind of messy, your bra strap dangling off your shoulder… what was happening to him? Wasn’t the plan to focus solely on Randal?

Ah, I guess it can’t be helped— I am part of him… forever!

Shaking himself from the monologuing that he was prone to, Satoru gently pulls you back onto the table— leaving Randal to spread your legs apart. You gasp as he unabashedly pulls your skirt fully up and rubs a finger up your already-wet panties.

“Isn’t she just amazing? Look at how wet she got just from us poking and prodding her!” He jokingly jeers, smiling at Satoru as he unfastens your bra.

As it falls away, Randal makes quick work of the rest of your clothing— leaving you bare while the two men are still fully clothed. You mumble something akin to dissatisfaction at this, but you’re quickly silenced by Satoru’s hands caressing your chest. He had never felt breasts like this before, warm and real.

Maybe I won’t have to resort to the leftover data anymore… wow!

You practically purr into his kneading, letting him feel your nipples harden under his touch— much to his surprise. Randal interrupts his touching to push you flat against the table, impatient for his proper turn.

“Oh, we’re gonna make a nice mess out of you, aren’t we?”

He looks down at you with the typical crazed look in his eyes as he presses his tip against your entrance. As he pushed in, Randal could barely comprehend that this truly was the perfect dreamscape— he didn’t have to waste time with lubrication or even physically unzipping his pants!

You exhale shakily as he bottoms out, leaning your head against Satoru’s neglected body. He kneels beside you, not knowing what to do without his dear friend’s proper direction.

“Oh, my sweet (Y/N),” Randal whines out, gripping your thighs like a vice, “How can you feel, ah, even better when we’re both asleep? I don’t get it!”

“Master, oh…” You whisper, a hand coming to cover your mouth in very slight embarrassment.

He peeks an eye open as he begins to thrust, noticing Satoru not having moved a muscle since touching your chest, “Sato-kun… her mouth looks pretty empty right? Wouldn’t my perfect little pet like to filled up properly?”

Satoru looks down at your face, your eyebrows slanted in pure want for any attention from him— how could he resist such an expression? He unzips his slacks, pulling out his reddened length right next to your face. He cradles your jaw in his hand, taking in the softness of your skin as he guides you to where he needs you most.

“Be a good girl for me too, okay?” Satoru almost whispers, his dark eyes and thin smile almost hypnotizing you.

If you weren’t already planning on indulging him, you definitely would be now. You turn slightly to fully face his hardness, and begin to kiss down it sweetly— too sweet for Randal’s standards.

He slaps your thigh suddenly, “I know you’re more desperate than that, pet! Don’t lie to my friend.”

You look up at Satoru despite your master’s slight outburst, which results in a rougher pace, and envelop him fully in your mouth. He chokes out a moan, his hand immediately going to silence himself. Randal grins, teeth shiny as he takes in his dream friend’s innocent reactions. He bucks up into your warm mouth unconsciously, the feeling almost overwhelming.

“So good, oh!” Satoru takes your hair in his hand as you struggle to keep a steady rhythm, “Let me do that for you, it’ll be much better.”

He guides you onto his length again as you try to focus on every sensation at once. You feel drips on your navel, quickly realizing Randal’s nose has begun to bleed as per usual— even if you couldn’t see it from this angle. His gloved hands move up your legs, gripping the crook of your knee to spread you even further apart for his pleasure.

“Bending this way… you’re just like a doll!” He giggles, gasping ever so slightly as he realizes the eroticism of that statement. “Best of both worlds!”

In the waking world, you knew that Satoru’s length consistently pushing against the back of your throat like this would have you gagging— but here, it feels heavenly. Your eyes roll back as he pulls your hair particularly harshly, and he takes note.

“Your pet here seems to like it rough, Ran-kun!”

Randal nods, almost proudly, “It’s the only thing she likes, isn’t that right, sweet (Y/N)?”

The best you can respond with is a whimper, muffled.

“Hey, no talking with your mouth full!” Your master tuts, pushing into your flesh further, causing you to groan in a mix of pain and pleasure.

You feel tears prick at your eyes as Satoru begins to lose himself in the pleasure of your mouth— not having the same stamina as Randal, of course, “Yes, oh, (Y/N)... Randal, I don’t think I can last much longer!”

“Kuku… then don’t, Sato!” He lolls his head back, each thrust beginning to spark something inside of you. “She loves it on her tongue… show it to me when you do it!”

The bare minimum nickname and command from Randal make Satoru shiver, urging him even further to release inside of you. He peers down at you, stuttering in his fucking of your throat as he sees your tear-filled eyes look back up at him.

He has no time to prepare you before he’s already finishing down your throat, your nose pressed into his pelvis as he rides it out. None land on your tongue like his best friend requested, but no one could blame him for the somewhat premature release in such a situation.

Unclenching your hair from his hand, Satoru pulls out from between your lips slowly and begins to pet your now sensitive scalp. There is no time for niceties with the way Randal, the ever-impatient, is now desperate to hear your full moans by speeding up.

“Fuck, fuck, ah!” Your voice is hoarse and used, which is just what your master likes to hear.

“Did ya like having Satoru finish in your throat? Bet it felt so good, huh?” He mumbles, watching the aforementioned man angle you up slightly— better access to your chest for Satoru to grab and a better angle for Randal to fuck you at.

You mewl at the change, nodding as the cold hands fondle your breasts again, “Yes, yes! God, yes, don’t stop, either of you… please!”

“Begging so much and I didn’t even have to ask, wow!”

Satoru nuzzles your neck as he touches you, taking in your scent to try and remember it forever. His hips rock against your back unconsciously, still somehow desperate for more of you.

(Y/N) smells so good— both she and Randal smell amazing! I can’t get enough!

He sneaks a hand from one of your breasts to tease at your clit, and you finally feel that tightness in your stomach threatening to unfurl, “Please, please, Sato!”

“What do you need?” Satoru hums in your ear, his eyes staring at Randal’s as he speaks— a sudden confidence surging through him. “Use your words for us.”

“Need to cum, please,” you gasp out, reaching behind you to grip his back for stability.

You end up scratching it accidentally, causing an unexpectedly harsh moan to exit his throat. He begins to rub at your clit even faster, envigorated by your nail marks searing down his back through his gakuran.

Randal’s face is practically covered in blood at this point— the raw image of you and his friend sharing such an intimate act was nearly too much, “Make her cum, I wanna feel it… do it! Now!”

Just like Satoru, it was hard for you to resist the command and you promptly felt yourself falling apart as your master’s thrusts reached an intensity unlike any other previously. He kisses your neck as Randal fucks you throughout your orgasm, chasing his own.

“You did so good, (Y/N),” he mutters, watching his best friend ruin you, “You’re so amazing…”

He closes his eyes, not stopping his kisses for a few moments more— until he realizes the stillness and sudden silence of everything around him. Satoru sighs gently, slowly placing your now empty body back onto the table.

Seems like they both woke up at the same time. Well, I’m not too upset about it, at least I got mine! Though, I did want to see Randal… you know. Next time!

“Gah!” Randal sits up sharply from the inside of his coffin, being met with the oh-so-familiar face of his brother, Luther, “What the fuck?!”

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the ‘coffin!’” He continues to stare blankly, unaware of what he has interrupted. “Blueberry pancakes are downstairs.”

Devastated, Randal can only watch as his brother heads out of his room. He peers over to your adjacent coffin, only to find you sleeping soundly.

“Heeeeeey, (Y/N),” he pokes your sleeping form roughly, “I didn’t finish, don’t you wanna be a good pet? Don’t you?”

#randal ivory x reader #satoru tsukada x reader #tsukada satoru x reader #satoru ranfren x reader #✎

[leviathans-watching]

om m.list ━ brothers (part 1)

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➳ edit 7/11/23: i hit 100 links on here, so everything posted on/after this date will be found in part 2!!

cupping their cheeks

awkward/embarrassing situations they've been in

sleeping/waking up with them (includes dateables)

dancing with them (includes dateables)

how they confess to you

"you were mean to me in my dream" (includes diavolo)

choosing the 'parent' tiktok trend (includes diavolo & barbatos)

chill mc (includes barbatos & simeon)

mc's afraid of bugs

mc doesn't celebrate their birthday (includes dateables)

rejecting them

rejecting them alt version

calling them by a pet name

when they hurt your feelings

coming out as nonbinary

mc w/ braces

seeing you in cute pjs

mc's afraid of needles

reactions to teaching diavolo wap

when you have a nightmare

wanting to cuddle you

teen delinquent!mc

holding their hands

reactions to you crying

comforting you when your dreams are insulted

hardworking mc

sharing their birthdate

sharing their birthdate alt version

calling them your whole world

using their shampoo (includes diavolo & simeon)

how they act on vacation

'losing interest' tiktok prank

defending you from a creep

coming out as ace (includes solomon)

when they're jealous

when they see snow

catching you sleeping

when you have art/writers block

"would you still love me if i were a worm"

waking them up to ask if they're asleep

at your wedding

burned-out mc

'the ick' prank

slow dancing with them

comforting a heartbroken mc

their morning routines

going on a boba date with them

seeing mc all bundled up for the cold

using kisses as leverage

picking them up from the airport

them as seasons

how they give you the ick

touching their horns/tails/etc.

slow learner mc

mc w/ glasses

before you

falling asleep in front of them

valentine’s day with the obey me boys

explaining the dentists to them | part 2

mc on their period

mc isn’t playing therapist

"i didn't want to be here"

you're dating someone?!?!?

mc’s brothers

carving pumpkins with them

nowhere to go for the holidays

mc with type 1 diabetes

when they (try to) surprise you

when they turn into toddlers

having a hard time in the human realm

comforting you after a loss

chaotic/feral mc texts (includes dateables)

photo not loading

adult twins are cringe

pride month?

deleting everyone cute

mc craving sweets during that time of the month

obey me boys as funny tweets | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | pt 5 | (includes dateables)

the brothers at university

pet names they call you (includes dateables)

om characters as wikihow memes (includes dateables)

obey me bros + pinterest nails

“he wants to order”

things not to say when someone comes out (includes dateables)

D&D(evildom) Beyond! - 6.5k, oc!mc

“Leviathan, Abel, what were you doing?” Lucifer prompts, and the two share a look.

“We were playing Dungeons and Dragons,” Leviathan begins slowly, “which, now that I’m looking–”

“–Our opening scene was awfully similar to this,” Abel finishes.

“Wait, are you saying you think we’re in your campaign?” Satan asks, eyes wide, and Leviathan nods.

“I mean, it makes total sense,” he says with budding excitement. “Like, I’m obviously supposed to be a ranger, Abel’s definitely an artificer, and Lucifer’s a total paladin. This is so cool, it’s like my dreams are being brought to life right before my eyes!”

my new neighbors are demons *not clickbait* - 1.3k

I love your writing ❤️❤️❤️

Can I request a shot with MC’s neighbor sort of just moving in and seeing the shenanigans of MC’s life that is the three realms.

Chaotic lessons from Solomon.

Accidentally catching MC using magic through a window they forgot to close.

Talking to Dia and Barbatos and Dia missing all social cues and taking everything literally.

Either be MC x Mammon or platonic with all

But also the brothers as they waltz into MC’s home whenever they are or are not in their home.

I can also see luke and mc bringing this guy extra sweets they baked

I’m sorry, I know this is a lot. I just thought your writing would match this perfectly.

come hell or high water - WIP; fem!reader

“Let’s get one thing straight,” he barks. “I don’t like you, nor do I respect you. This whole program is utterly ridiculous and I fear Prince Diavolo is a fool for suggesting such a thing. You’re just a lowly human, got that? You’ll always be nothing, especially to me, The Great Mammon.”

If he was looking for tears or offense, you were afraid that is not what he’d receive. You’d been playing the court since you were young, so these insults were nothing new to you. Actually, it was almost a relief for him to underestimate you because of your status as a human, and not a woman. Men were so dreadfully pigheaded sometimes, and you were sick and tired of having to play the good girl card, only smiling demurely instead of sharing your mind as you wished.

“Not going to say anything?” Lord Mammon snorts, and you cock your head at him.

“My apologies, Lord Mammon,” you say, “for I had not realized you were done speaking. I’m afraid I wasn’t listening all that closely.” Lord Mammon gapes at you, but you’re not finished. “Furthermore, I don’t know what the women down here are like, but I assure you, a few brash curse words and scowls thrown my way is not enough to scare me.”

(A Regency AU. Sort of)

mc on her period - 1.5k; fem!reader

“MC?” he asks, stepping closer to you. You manage a weak smile though you think it may have come across as a painful grimace. “Are you sick? Why are you huddled on the couch with like-” he pauses, eyes flicking over you, “-five blankets?”

You’re still not super used to any of them, what with you only having been in the Devildom for a few weeks, but you figure there’s no need to mince words. Demons could handle a bit of vaginal bleeding, couldn’t they?

“I’m on my period,” you say, and he winces. Maybe they couldn’t.

Sticks & Stones - 13k

“MC seemed off today, right?” Satan asked, looking at his brothers.

“For sure.” Belphie agreed, and it was quiet for a moment.

“I was going to ask why they were wearing your jacket, Mammon, but now I’m more worried about this,” Leviathan remarked, and Mammon smirked a little, but it was overshadowed by concern for his human.

“To be honest,” Asmo dabbed at his mouth daintily with a napkin. “I’ve been noticing it for a little while now, not just today.”

“As have I.” Lucifer seemed more serious than usual. “It is our duty as MC’s hosts to make sure that their time in the Devildom is satisfactory, and if they’re feeling down, it would be a good idea to know why.”

“Because we’re their hosts,” Mammon mocked. “Lucifer, we’re all worried about them, so ya can admit it too.”

* * *

You had been feeling a little low in terms of yourself, and the brothers decide to remind you if your self worth.

Are We Really Sure Crazy Equals Genius? - 2.5k; fem!reader

anon ask: can i request a obey me fic where female mc is super badass but also kinda crazy? like she has a gun or something idrk? thanks xx

#obey me #obey me game

[borathae]

“When Taehyung realises that you call him Good Boy whenever he is being helpful, he can’t stop himself from being extra productive in the household.” 

Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader

Genre: f2l!AU, Roommates to Lovers!AU, Romance, Smut

Warnings: sub!Taehyung, dom!Reader, major good boy kink, use of a collar & leash, pet play, puppy!Tae, mommy kink, oral (f.receiving), guided masturbation, edging, doggy style with a leash, thigh riding, safe sex, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), also Tae wears his glasses during sex omfg, slight gamer!Taehyung as well, they make out in his gaming chair while he plays a game omfg

Wordcount: 15.6k

a/n: I discovered a new kink with this story, send help, I also included one of the things I think about on a daily which is sitting down on Tae’s lap as he games and then kissing him. That shit haunts me omfg. Either wAY enough about my thirst jsjjfs I hope you guys can find joy in this lil story. Hehe ily 💜

~ To Index ~

Taehyung has many secrets. For example that he cheated on all of his exams and that he did so without ever getting caught. Another secret was his well hidden stash of candy in his room, which he fills up regularly with his favourite chocolates and sweet bonbons. He also never really told anybody about his fantasies to be the owner of an art gallery one day, because he thinks that it is a very silly dream to have.

But his biggest secret is most definitely the fact that he loves being called a good boy. This is something he will truly never ever tell anyone, not even his diary. That is just how secret of a secret that secret truly is.

You had many secrets as well. For example that you go to the library not to read but to snack on those really yummy fruit bonbons it offered. Another secret was your very secret collection of said bonbons in the inner pocket of all your jackets. You also never really told anybody about your desires to become a self-sustaining cottage owner, because you think that this is a very weird fantasy to have.

But your biggest secret is most definitely the fact ever since a few months, you had an obsession with cute, puppy boys. This is something you will truly never ever tell anyone, not even your best friend. That is just how secret of a secret that secret truly is. 

Coincidentally Taehyung, owner of many secrets and you, owner of just as many secrets, were living together. Roommates. That is the official term of what you and him were. Roommates, who just so happen to be friends as well.

You and him weren’t always friends. You actually became friends after you became roommates seven years ago when you and him were in your first semester of college and in desperate need of someone to share your city’s outrageous rents with.

You and him shared a homely apartment in a relatively calm neighborhood. It was located on the fifth floor and had west-facing windows, overlooking not only the park but also the sundown. The living room and kitchen were separated and both you and him had your own spacious room. The bathroom you had to share, but that was never really a problem. Taehyung liked to shower in the morning and you liked to shower in the evening and both you and him made sure not to leave any hair in the drain or on the sink. The bathroom really wasn’t a problem. The kitchen however was.

“Taehyung”, you enter his room without knocking. Taehyung closes his door when he wants to be left alone or for you to knock. If the door is open you can come inside unannounced.

“Yes?” he pauses his game and takes off his headphones.

“Do you see that?” you ask, lifting an empty mug.

“Ah yeah”, he says and laughs nervously, “I know what you’re gonna say.”

“Yeah exactly, why is it in the sink when the dishwasher is literally right next to it?” you say, tangling the mug from your fingers.

Taehyung stands up and fetches it from your fingers.

“Sorry, I was super stressed and didn’t have any time to put it away. I was gonna clean it later.”

“You were not stressed and you were not gonna clean it later”, you say, following him out of his room to the kitchen.

“I was! I really was”, he insists with a pout.

He is by the dishwasher, placing the mug in the basket while looking at you. You are standing in the doorway, leaning against it with your arms crossed in front of your chest and eyes locked on him.

“Sure, that’s why five other mugs are in the sink.”

He laughs awkwardly and then begins putting them away, doing so with his big eyes sneaking glances at you every now and then.

He closes the dishwasher once finished and then turns to you with his fingers folded in the front.

"I finished it", he murmurs shyly.

Something weird overcomes you in this moment, the same thing which has tickled your tongue ever since you found out your obsession with subby pups. You never acted on it, because it is a very weird thing to do to your friend and roommate, but today the itch is so big you can’t stop yourself from giving in. He just looks so…cute with his oversized jumper and his fluffy hair and those sweet eyes of his' 

“Good boy”, you say, hating yourself instantly. You were right, it was really weird to say.

“Uh”, Taehyung blinks rapidly, tugging at the collar of his jumper, “s-sure uhm, I’m in my room again.”

He hurries past you with his cheeks glowing crimson, leaving you to wallow in self-hatred because this was so weird. You hear the door close and only then do you let out a groan.

“Why did I say that? This was so inappropriate.”

But it did kind of feel exciting to do. Good boy. You never called someone like this before and now that you did, it feels so tingly in your chest.

“Oh god, I’m so dirty”, you whisper, fleeing the crime scene to go for a walk instead.

Taehyung was very glad you went for a walk today as he closed his door for one super-duper secret and dirty secret.

You meet him again in the kitchen the next morning. It isn’t uncommon that you and Taehyung often go days without interacting with each other, except for the quick “good morning” and “I’ll be off, bye”. You live your life and Taehyung lives his life and sometimes that means days of no contact between you and him. It wasn’t weird or peculiar or felt wrong, it was just how you and him had always treated your status as roommates. In the beginning when you and him were still shy around each other, it was stronger and quality time together wasn’t really on the agenda. But these days, seven years later and with so many memories connecting you and him, quality time together was on the schedule whenever both of you had time.

Today wasn’t such a day, you had a few errands to run and just came to the kitchen to get breakfast.

“Good morning”, you greet him.

“Oh hey! Morning”, he greets you, lifting his head from his phone. He pushes the plate of hotteok over the table, “I made you breakfast.”

“Wow, thanks you’re an angel”, you say, digging in right away. 

Taehyung watches you chew over the brim of his blackframed glasses. 

“What’s your plan today?” he asks.

“Oh nothing much, I have to leave in twenty because of errands, but I should be back for dinner.”

“Ah, I see. That’s nice.”

“You?”

“I’m having a lazy day. Charley hasn’t sent me her videos yet so I have to wait for her to send them.”

“Mhm, it’s always the same with her.”

“Yeah, but hey. It’s not my fault, she’s the one paying.”

You chuckle and agree with a nod.

Taehyung worked as a freelance video editor for countless gaming Youtubers. Charley, she played Minecraft videos on her channel, was one of his employers. Taehyung likes to describe his style of editing as sophisticated with a hint of crackhead and it was loved by many viewers, you included.

“Anyways”, you finish your coffee halfway, “I’m already running late, so I gotta go. Bye, see you.”

“Good luck! See you!” Taehyung calls after you.

The kitchen is cleaned when you come home. The counters are wiped and the sink is vast of dishes.

“Huh?” you gasp.

This is the first time in seven years that Taehyung didn’t leave the dishes in the sink. Truly, this is like witnessing the eighth world wonder.

“Taehyung!” you call out, running to his room.

The door is closed so you knock.

“Come in!” he calls out.

“Taehyung.”

He hits save on his keyboard and takes off his headphones. There was his favourite editing program on his screen, which means Charley sent him the videos.

“Yup?” he asks.

“Are you feeling alright?”

“Uuuuh yes? I guess? My eyes hurt, but other than that I’m fine. Why?” he says, taking off his glasses to massage his eyes. 

“You cleaned the dishes.”

“Ah that”, he laughs shyly, “yeah I did.”

He puts his glasses back on and gives you a proud grin. The kind that makes his cheeks stick out.

You study him from head to toe. This is Taehyung. This is your friend and roommate. And said roommate has cleaned the dishes.

“Thank you, that’s nice of you”, you say, eyeing him suspiciously.

It seems that for a second he is pouting, which confuses you just that much more.

“Of course, don’t mention it”, he murmurs and then turns his attention back to his computer. He huffs out air, hitting the keys rather harshly. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” 

“Mhm-hm yeah”, he says and nods his head.  

“Uuuh, okay”, you back out of his room, “I’ll be making dinner now. Want some?”

“Yup, thank you.”

“Huh, yeah”, you murmur, keeping your eyes locked on his face until the door closes. 

So Taehyung did the dishes and then pouted when you thanked him. What does this mean?

The sink isn’t empty the next time Taehyung has dishwasher duty. As a matter of fact, it is basically spilling over in dirty dishes. The view shouldn’t surprise you, but it does because Taehyung left you in the impression that he had changed his habit.

You walk back to the living room where the latter was currently watching something on Netflix.

“Hey uhm Tae?”

“Mhm?”

“The dishes aren’t in the dishwasher yet.”

“Okay? It’s your turn today”, he murmurs.

“Nuh-uh today’s Wednesday, it’s your turn.”

He looks at you with big eyes, “it’s Thursday.”

“No, it’s Wednesday.”

He checks his phone, “crap.”

You have never seen a man stumble off a couch faster than Taehyung. You follow him and watch as he loads the dishwasher in record speed.

“I did it”, he announces, looking at you with big eyes.

“Thank you Tae”, you say and clear your throat. Okay here goes nothing, “good boy.”

He nods his head vigorously, “of course! Don’t mention it!” he exclaims happily and then hurries back to the living room with a happy skip in his steps.

You follow him with your eyes, touching your chest right where your heart is racing. So this just happened. Again.

The next time his dishwasher duty is due the sink is already empty when you enter the kitchen. Taehyung is sitting by the table, looking at his phone. He waits for you to notice the empty sink with bated breath.

“Oh?”

He tenses up.

“You loaded the dishwasher already?”

“Huh?” he turns around, “of course I did”, he says nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.

“Damn, thanks." 

Your eyes meet. He seems to be expecting something. Oh if only his eyes weren’t always so bright and sparkly, maybe then those urges would be easier to bear.

"Good boy”, you murmur and then hurry out of the kitchen with your head hanging low.

Taehyung waits until he can hear your door close and then he giggles, hiding his burning cheeks behind his hands.

In the coming weeks Taehyung surprises you with outstanding domestic skills. He is vacuuming the floors almost daily, he helps you with the laundry, he loads the dishwasher and even takes over your grocery shopping duties.

You can’t quite figure out what caused this change in character, but you knew that he was so precious and so hardworking that you needed to call him a good boy whenever he finished a task. Taehyung never told you that it was weird and you found great enjoyment in those words, so you acted all nonchalant about it, hoping that Taehyung wouldn’t figure you out.

It was your one month anniversary of calling Taehyung a good boy whenever he was being productive and you and the man of the hour were currently hunched over a pile of laundry. You on the couch folding socks and Taehyung on the floor folding shirts. 

Music is playing. Jazz. Like always when you and him hang out together. Ever since he began helping you fold the laundry, you and him also made it your habit of singing together to the songs. It was always so much fun and made both of you giggle and laugh. 

Taehyung finishes another shirt and places it on his shirt pile. He lifts his gaze, looking at you expectantly. 

"I'm done. Can I have another shirt?" 

"Oh already? Goddamn you’re so fast. Here you go, three more shirts." 

"Thank you", Taehyung accepts them and begins folding them, humming happily as he does. 

You sneak a glance his way. This new Taehyung is messing with your heart. You began to feel it ever since three weeks. When you look at him, your heart races and when he enters a room you automatically sit up straighter to look prettier for him. You never felt like this before. At least not for him. Yes, you were aware of the fact that Taehyung is single handedly the most beautiful man you have ever seen. But you never felt your heart flutter when you looked at him. And yet ever since three weeks, his presence is haunting your daydreams and his personality is making your heart flutter.

Taehyung places the neatly folded shirt on your shirt pile and begins with folding the next one. 

You break your eyes away from him, looking at the socks in your fingers. Your cheeks feel hot, your pulse is racing.

And now look at you, you are stealing glances his way and developed an unhealthy obsession with calling him good boy. 

Thump. 

"Ah crap", you exclaim, watching the once neatly stacked pile of socks roll all over the floor after you knocked them over with your elbow.

"Don't worry, I’ll fetch them", he says and begins crawling through your living room to collect all of the socks. 

You can’t help yourself. You have to stare, gawk at him with your stomach twisting and turning funnily. So not only is Taehyung crawling on the floor like a puppy but he also used the word fetch to describe the action of picking up socks. 

It is like he wants to make your life harder, as if he is trying to make you develop very confusing feelings for him.

Taehyung brings over four of the seven pairs, dropping them on your lap. He looks at you with big, round eyes and gives you a smile. 

"I...uh.." your voice is hoarse, your pulse irregular. 

Taehyung turns and crawls away again, fetching the last three pairs. He works diligently, even going so far as to carry one of them between his teeth. 

The sight almost makes you faint. Since when is he so hot? 

Taehyung puts the two socks on your lap and then goes to place the last pair right next to your leg with the help of his mouth, looking at you with sparkling eyes. 

You gulp, studying his features. 

Taehyung tilts his head to the side, giving you the impression of a curious puppy. 

"Uhm…." you swallow heavily, "good boy." 

Taehyung nods his head vigorously and sits back on his heels. His cheeks are crimson. Your face feels on fire.

You avert your gaze back to the socks and take a deep breath. 

You sneak a glance his way, realising that he is looking at you. That quickly changes however, his gaze flitting to his lap and cheeks becoming even redder. 

You clear your throat, looking at the sock he carried in his mouth. There is a slight wet stain on the fabric where his tongue touched it. You gulp, rubbing your legs together and hoping that Taehyung can’t see it. This is going to haunt you. 

It was a Friday. Seven thirty. You and Taehyung are on your way to a shared friend’s house party.

Park Jimin.

He was the one who introduced you and Taehyung to each other and once upon a time he was your third roommate until he found a girlfriend and moved in with her. It was said girlfriend’s birthday today and as a celebration she invited their shared friends over to their place.

You and Taehyung happen to be part of those shared friends and prepared the best present in history for her. That’s what Taehyung called it with a happy grin when he helped you wrap it. You called him a good boy when he helped and it made him gaze at you with his pretty eyes so prettily that you felt dizzy for a second.

Namjoon, yet another shared friend, opens the door.

“Guys! Hey, you’re the last ones to arrive. Like always”, he greets you with a smile.

“I know, blame Tae. He took ages getting ready”, you say, giving Taehyung a teasing pat on the back.

“Hey! You took ages choosing shoes”, he complains with a pout.

You cackle, pulling him closer by his waist, “I know, sorry Tae. I’m just teasing.”

Taehyung sneaks a glance your way and then pats your upper back with a fond smile on his lips.

Namjoon studies you and Taehyung with an exasperated sigh leaving his lips. Him and the other guys are having a bet going on about how long it will take the two of idiots to realise the very obvious feelings both had for the other. That bet was made three years ago and back then Namjoon had said four months. Oh how wrong he was.  

“Come in guys, the food’s been ready since ten. We started eating without you, but I know you don’t mind”, he says and then leads you to the kitchen. 

"We don’t, I hope you didn’t start unwrapping the presents without us though", you say, walking to the dining room with your hand on Taehyung's lower back. 

"No she waited, don’t worry", Namjoon assures you, eyeing your hand with itchy fingertips. He just wants to go over there and make you and Taehyung kiss each other. Oh, he is so angry. How can two people be so oblivious?

"Guys! Finally you are here!" Jimin notices your presence before Namjoon can go through with his plan, "come, sit. We kept you two seats next to each other." 

You play charades and trivia after dinner. The teams are separated into pairs of fours. Jimin and his girlfriend teamed up with Seokjin and his wife. Yoongi and Namjoon insisted on being on one team, oh yeah and their wives could join too. Which left you and Taehyung to take up the only other single people in the room, Jungkook and Hoseok. Which was great, because Hoseok was incredible in trivia and Jungkook was an ace in charades. With your impressive acting skills and Taehyung’s wit, your team sure will be unbeatable. 

It was Jimin’s turn to act. His keyword was apple and he is doing a terrible job at portraying it. His teammates are yelling everything except the right thing while Jimin grows more and more frustrated with them and the rest of you more and more amused. 

“Pumpkin!” Seokjin yells. 

“No hyung”, Jimin whines, biting into an invisible apple, “who eats pumpkin like that? Nobody. This is clearly not a pumpkin!” 

“Pear!” 

“No this-” 

“Hey! Park Jimin, no talking”, Yoongi throws in teasingly, making the rest of you cackle. 

Jimin gives up in the end and it was your turn to guess. You volunteer to act while the others were guessing and just as you had thought, your team was invincible. You just had to make your first move and Taehyung already screamed the right answer. In the end you ended up guessing ten things and you would have ended up guessing eleven things if the time hadn’t run out. 

“Yes!” you and Taehyung high-five each other, keeping your fingers intertwined afterwards as you watch the other group try and beat your highscore.

"Did you see how well I guessed?" Taehyung asks, leaning closer to you. 

"I did, you were such a good boy." 

Taehyung looks beyond devoted, eyes sparkling and lips parting in a smile. You look at his lips and gulp. He is so close. His lips look so tempting. Oh, what is happening to you?

You don’t see it, but Seokjin and Jimin began whispering to each other. They are currently debating if tonight was the night or not. Jimin says yes, Seokjin says no. Then it was already their turn again after the team before them managed to get six. 

“Alright, get ready for a miracle you guys”, Seokjin says. 

“Sure I’d like to see you try”, you say, laughing. 

In the time the other team needs to land their guesses, Jungkook had stood up to get new drinks for all of you. He hands them out as the game is being played. He reaches your team last, giving Hoseok his drink first. 

“Thanks bro”, Hoseok murmurs, eyes glued to Seokjin acting out Gorilla in a Zoo.  

“Here noona”, Jungkook says, giving you your glass of mimosa. 

“Oh? You made me a drink? Good boy”, you say absentmindedly and accept it. You didn’t even really register what you said, but Jungkook did. 

He laughs.

Taehyung’s hand leaves your grasp, which you don’t find peculiar because he often stops holding hands when he feels like it.

“Damn noona, if you keep calling me good boy I’ll start being your butler more often”, Jungkook says. 

He was joking and you know that he was joking and so you laugh before rolling your eyes at him. He doesn’t need to know that you idiot called him a good boy because it became such a habit to praise someone after they finished a task. Taehyung made you do it, him and his very productive, cute ass. You are glad that Jungkook saw it as nothing but a joke. 

Jungkook laughs too and then turns his attention to Taehyung.

“Here hyung your mimosa”, he says with a smile. 

“Thanks”, Taehyung hisses, carrying anger on his features. He downs the drink, grinding his teeth afterwards. 

"Are you alright?" Jungkook asks. 

You look at Taehyung. He notices, jaw tense. 

"I'm alright, just alcohol, man." 

"I get that", Jungkook agrees and then sits down. 

Taehyung scoffs and grinds his teeth. It is the most confusing thing to witness.

That was the moment Taehyung began acting weird for the rest of the night. He didn’t highfive you after winning yet another round of charades, he didn’t even try to guess in the first place and Jungkook had to take over in his state. And later when your category in trivia came up, he excused himself to the toilet and didn’t come back until the round was already over. It was really peculiar because Taehyung loved charades and trivia. It wasn’t like him to act so indifferent about it, but when you asked him if something was bothering him, he denied it. It was truly the most peculiar of things. 

It was way past midnight when Jimin sent his guests home. Namjoon and Yoongi shared a cab home, oh yeah and their wives could come too. Seokjin and his wife came by car, taking Hoseok and Jungkook with them. Which leaves you and Taehyung to stumble down the road to find the next cab. You shared it in silence, which wasn’t anything peculiar if Taehyung hadn’t been acting that weirdly the entire night.

"Dog! Called it!" you exclaim, reaching over to pinch his arm. 

It was a silly game you and him invented on one of your road trips to the ocean. When you see a dog you have to scream "dog, called it" and then pinch the other. It always manages to make you laugh. 

You giggle, looking at Taehyung as you expect him to retort it. That game surely will manage to cheer him up tonight as well.

He however moves his arm away and turns a cold shoulder to you. 

Your laughter stops. 

He even has his jaw clenched. 

"What's wrong? Why are you not laughing?" you ask him. 

Taehyung stays silent. 

You poke his arm repeatedly. 

"What's wrong Tae?" you ask him. 

He flinches away, even going so far as to cover his arm with his hand. 

"Tell me what's wrong." 

He punishes you with silence and a frown. 

You huff out air, falling back into your seat. 

The rest of your drive you spend in deafening silence. 

You and Taehyung share the cab fare. You also walk to the apartment next to each other, but don’t talk. It makes your stomach twist and turn uncomfortably because drunk walks home are usually filled with cackles and silly jokes. But tonight Taehyung stays as silent as a stone. 

Taehyung unlocks the door. You use the opportunity to wiggle between him and the door. His eyes lock with yours right away. 

"Tell me what's wrong", you order, lulling the words. 

Taehyung averts his gaze and tenses his jaw. 

"Taehyung please, I hate the silent treatment." 

He stays silent. 

You touch his chest. It makes him tense and his heart skip a beat. 

"What did I do?" 

The door unlocks. You stumble closer, running your hands over his neck until you can play with his hair. 

"Tell me what I did, please", you whisper, leaning closer. You know that you might be crossing the line right now. You have never been that close to his lips before. But you are drunk and desperate and that was a terrible combination. 

Taehyung sneaks a glance at your lips.

"Don't do this, you’re drunk", he presses out, wiggling himself past you into the apartment. 

You won’t see him for the rest of the night, locked up in his room he will leave you raking your brain for what you possibly could have done to anger him. 

You wake up with the worst hangover in human history. You don’t have to throw up, because that is not your type of hangover, but your head feels like ten air hammers were going off inside of it. You also were very hungry for the greasiest food ever. 

Massaging your temples, you drag yourself to Taehyung's room. Sleep must have helped with his bad mood, you are sure of it. He will definitely help you cook if you ask him.

You knock twice, not really expecting an answer because if he didn’t want you to enter he would say no. 

But because you don’t hear a no, you enter. 

The room smells of alcohol and not enough oxygen. Taehyung is slumbering with his body buried under the blanket. Only his left foot was sticking out. 

"Taehyung", you greet him, plopping down on his body, "wake up Tae."

Taehyung groans. 

"I'm so hungover", you grumble, wiggling on top of him.

It earns you another very sleepy groan by him.  

"And I'm so hungry too, oh my god", you whine to which Taehyung hums tiredly.

You pat his back and roll off of him. You are facing him that way. With one gentle tug on the blanket you expose his face to your view. He has his eyes closed, drooling from his parted lips. His cheek is squished and his hair ruffled. 

"Noo, too bright", he whines, reaching for the blanket but in his delirious state misses. So he drops his hand on the mattress, furrowing his brows and pouting.

"Tae, I want greasy fries with burgers. Help me make them."

He reaches for the blanket again.

"Make them yourself", he grumbles, tugging the blanket back over his face. 

You still, blinking in confusion. Since when is he refusing to help? 

You try to tug the blanket down again, but Taehyung is stronger, keeping it on his face. You give up with a huff of air, dropping your hand on the mattress and pouting.

"Are you still mad at me?"

He hides more of his face behind the blanket. 

"What the hell?" you whine, "what did I do?" 

Taehyung gives you the perfect silent treatment. And by perfect we mean that not even his breathing was audible.

"What did I do?" you stress, shaking him by his arm. 

Taehyung just flips over, presenting his back to you.

"You are so mean, I don’t even know what I did wrong", you press out, rolling out of his bed to storm out of his room. You slam the door as you leave it. 

You ignore each other for the rest of the day. Taehyung also refuses to help multiple times. When you ask him for help with the laundry, he says he is busy. When you ask him for assistance with hanging the curtains, he tells you that you can handle it alone. And when you ask him to vacuum the floors, he straight up says no and then leaves for a run (he hates runs).

It continues the next day. Taehyung doesn’t even help you prepare breakfast, let alone make a little lunchbox for later. You have a horrible time during your errands because of it. 

You come home grumpy and annoyed. The pile of old newspapers, you asked him to throw out, was still resting beside the door. 

"Taehyung!" you call out angrily.

You know that he was home because his shoes were here. He doesn’t answer you. 

You stomp off to his room angrily, calling out his name again.

He lifts his gaze from his game when he notices you come in, but shifts it back to it a second later. 

"I don't know what shitass game you are playing, but you can stop with it", you spit. 

"Actually, Battlefield is a really fun game", he murmurs coldly, eyes racing over the screen.

You round his table in heavy steps, placing yourself right beside him. His character was currently running through some fields.

"Stop playing." 

"No." 

"Well, I’m not gonna have this conversation with you if you gawk at this screen." 

"Then don’t have it, what do I care?" 

"What the hell man? What’s your problem?" 

He stays silent. From his headphones you hear faint gunshots as he fires at some enemies. 

"Your behaviour lately isn’t okay."

He lifts his brows but it looked more mocking than acknowledging. 

"Fucking look at me when I’m talking to you." 

Taehyung doesn’t grant you a look. 

"Taehyung." 

Silence. All you can hear are his teammates. 

"Yo man, is that your girlfriend?" "Why are you ignoring your girl dude?" "Bro, yoooo. Trouble in paradise." Someone laughs. 

"Shut up", Taehyung says into the microphone and mutes it afterwards. 

The laughter in his headphones grows. Taehyung just frowns. 

"Taehyung what did I do? Why are you punishing me with silence and laziness?" 

"Can I play my game please?" 

"No! Why are you doing this to me? What did I do? I asked you to please throw those magazines away and you didn’t. Why are you doing this?" 

He sneaks a glance your way.

"If you want them gone so badly, ask Jungkook. I'm sure he'll be happy to help." 

You close your mouth, blinking at him in utter confusion. 

"What…..the hell….what does Jungkook have to do with this?" 

Taehyung shrugs his shoulders and turns back to his game. He turns the volume of it up, drowning out your voice. 

You leave his room, feeling close to tears in frustration and with your head aching as it is trying to come up with answers. You spend the rest of your sad night reliving the events of the house party over and over again.

You knock twice. It was eight past one and you couldn’t sleep. Your thoughts kept you awake. You weren’t any wiser than five hours ago.

You enter his room on your tiptoes. Taehyung was still gaming, having exchanged his contact lenses for his glasses by now. Faint gunshots were dancing in the air. He sees you come in, but doesn’t acknowledge you. 

"Taehyung", you murmur sadly. 

He ignores you. 

"I can't sleep."

He ignores you. 

"I can't figure out what you meant by it."

He ignores you. 

You crawl on his lap, which makes Taehyung inhale sharply and his eyes flit to you for only a moment. 

“What the hell are you doing?” he asks as this was something you had never done before. Except once when you and him waited for a cab after getting drunk in a club. It was a very weird evening, very confusing as well, so you and Taehyung agreed on never ever talking about it again.

You ignore his question and wiggle yourself between his arms, plopping your head down on his chest. He smells so nice even when you are still frustrated with him. His heart was also beating surprisingly quickly.

"Please tell me. Please", you beg, voice dripping in exhaustion.

He ignores you, shifting on his chair. You can hear his teammates again. 

“Yo bro is your girl back?” “Are you guys still fighting?” “She’s on your lap, isn’t she?” 

He mutes his microphone without answering them. 

“Dude, just muted his mic.” “You think they’re fucking now?” “Definitely, bet she needs to take that anger out.” Someone says “eww sex before marriage” before cackling loudly. 

You truly try to ignore them because you are pretty sure that Taehyung isn’t aware of the fact that you can hear them. Holy fuck though, your stomach is twisting in the funniest of ways. 

Taehyung shifts and clears his throat rather awkwardly. You sneak a glance up at him, realising that he is looking at you. Your stomach tingles, your heart skips a beat. 

“Tell me Tae. Was it because of the charades we played?" 

"No." 

"Then the trivia?"

"No."

"Taehyung seriously, just tell me", you say, almost sobbing the words. 

He stays silent for a moment. The gunshots stop and turn into the roaring of a tank.

"I'm literally begging you", you try, resting your head back on his chest and hooking your fingers behind his neck. You were being so greedy right now, holding him as if he was your boy. You know that it was wrong to do, especially in such a serious situation, but oh my god you were so tired and exhausted and he feels so warm and smells so nice and comforts you so much.

Taehyung inhales. It makes your head lift with it. Then he exhales, making your head sink with it.

"I thought you meant it and yet you just say it to everybody."

"What's it? What are you talking about?" 

"Good boy." 

"Good boy?" you lift your head, "what the hell do you mean good boy? What does Jungkook have to do with this? Why are you-" you stop as everything inside your brain falls into place. 

How Taehyung became more active in the household ever since you started to call him a good boy. How he waited for that praise with sparkling eyes. How you called Jungkook a good boy on instinct and how Taehyung began to act weird ever since then. 

"Holy shit Tae. You-", you clear your terribly dry throat, "-did you take this seriously?" 

His eyes are on his game in an instant. He looks beyond embarrassed.

"Wait, hold up, wait. You took this seriously didn’t you? You thought that I was being serious." 

He grows smaller on the chair, features filling with heartbreak. 

"Holy shit, you saw more behind it. Didn’t you?"

"Please leave", he presses out with a shaky voice. 

"You thought that I was being serious and when I called Kook a good boy too, you felt your whole worldview shatter. It's that, isn’t it? That’s why you’re mad at me because I called Kook a good boy." 

"Leave, please." 

"No, I’m not gonna leave. Not when you drop that bomb of a secret on my lap. Taehyung look at me." 

Taehyung shakes his head. 

"Look at me." 

He shifts his gaze, locking eyes with you. You take a deep breath. 

"Good boy", you say, watching his reaction. 

He tries not to show it but his breathing quickens and his legs squirm under your weight.

He scoffs and looks away.

"You're so mean", he whispers. 

"I'm serious." 

Taehyung looks at you in confusion. 

"What does this mean to you? Do you see it as something more?" you ask him.

He looks away and begins playing his game. He is frowning as he does.

"Taehyung my dude, I am literally trying to fix this here. But if you keep giving me the silent treatment, I can't." 

He grinds his teeth. 

"What good does it do for you to ignore me? You don’t even know my stance on this whole thing." 

He shifts his eyes to you. 

"Does it mean more to you?" 

He looks back at his game. He nibbles on his lower lip nervously and nods his head. 

"Holy crap." 

Silence. The screaming and fighting of the game feels taunting in the silence. Looking at Taehyung feels different all of a sudden. Exciting. It feels exciting to look at him. You squeeze his thighs between your legs as you shift on his lap. You touch him, making him tense up. His chest then up to his shoulders. Lingering. Taehyung takes quick breaths, mirroring your own breathing.

"Is this a kink thing or a romantic thing?" you ask him, staring at his lips.

"Both", his voice was so inaudible that it looked like he was merely mouthing the word. 

"Goddamn." 

Taehyung shifts uncomfortably. You are suddenly hyper aware of the fact that you are sitting on his lap and that he has his arms around you and that you are touching him. Taehyung likes you and likes being called good boy. You did things to him whenever you called him those two words. Holy shit.

“Are you into me, Tae?”

He looks at you and frowns angrily.

“Can you just piss off? Stop making fun of me, it hurts me” he hisses and pushes you not so softly. It is obvious that he is very embarrassed right now.

You hook your fingers behind his neck.

“I’m into you”, you tell him.

Taehyung stops pushing you, blinking in confusion.

"And I called you good boy because I have a thing for it”, you confess, looking at his lips, “and maybe that was my secret yet very selfish attempt to pretend like we were more than friends.”

Taehyung gawks at you with widened eyes.

"You never corrected me or told me to stop and in those moments….” you touch his neck tentatively, “…in those moments I liked to pretend as if we were dating.”

Taehyung's mouth falls open. 

"I actually joked when I called Kook a good boy, but yours…", you lean in closer, "...yours meant more."

He lets out a breathy laugh.

“Are you messing with me?” he asks, voice shaking in excitement.

“No, I’m serious”, you answer him, mesmerised by his lips.

Taehyung licks his lips and swallows heavily.

“Holy fuck ___”, he rasps, reaching for your face. He cups it in his big hands, running his thumbs over your cheekbones.

You lean closer, pulse racing in your chest and lips aching for a taste of him.

“Are you into me, Tae?” you rasp.

He tilts his head up, dark eyes glued to your lips.

“I’m so fucking into you”, he whispers.

You feel your stomach tingle and your heart flutter. You let out a soft moan, twisting your fingers in his hair.

"Me too, I’m so into you Tae", you breathe. 

"Fuck ___ kiss me please", Taehyung moans softly, resting his hand on the back of your head. 

You sigh his name and draw closer, 

“Yo Taehyung, what are you doing man? You’re getting absolutely wrecked.” “He’s probably balls deep inside his girl.” "Oh they’re making babies right now, ohohoho."

You stop, looking into his eyes, “you know that I can hear your friends, don’t you?” 

“You can?” he gasps, widening his eyes in shock.

“Mhm, yeah.” 

“Fuck.” 

He clicks a few buttons, leaving the game. You chuckle, taking the headphones off for him. He seems just slightly embarrassed by the whole situation. 

“Sorry, they’re really childish sometimes.” 

“It’s fine. You told them I’m your girl though?” 

“I-I w-wasn’t I uh…sorry?” 

“It's fine, kinda hot actually”, you whisper, running your fingers through his hair before twisting it at the back and making him tilt his head up. 

Taehyung lets out a soft moan, cupping your face between his big hands. He feels electric. You’re on his lap, touching him. This feels like ecstacy. 

“Do you still want to kiss me, Tae?” you ask him, inches away from your sweetest temptation.

“Yeah, so fucking bad", he says, erasing the distance more and more.

“Tae…” you moan softly before claiming his lips in a passionate yet shy kiss.

He sighs your name, chasing you when you break the kiss a second later. Your eyes race between his'. You just kissed him. This actually just happened. You giggle, stumbling into another kiss. It is deeper than before, lasts longer too. You sigh and moan. You are kissing Taehyung. You are feeling his pretty, amazing, perfect lips in a kiss. You spent so many secret seconds gazing at them longingly and now you can finally kiss them. It makes you so, so happy. 

And it turns you on. You are so turned on that it physically hurts to hold back and not rip the clothes off his stupidly hot body. Instead you run your hands over his torso, lingering on his lower stomach suspiciously long. 

Taehyung sighs, rolling his hips to chase your touch. His heart is going haywire in his chest. He spent so many hours daydreaming about your kiss and now he experiences it. None of those daydreams could have ever prepared him for the real thing. This is epic and amazing and Taehyung feels hot between his legs.  

You lift yourself only to be able to scoot closer. You sit down inches away from his crotch, grinding against his thigh. He moans, wrapping his arms around your body. The muscles in his arms tense and relax, his hands are running along the paths of your back. It is like he had wanted to touch you that way for ages and now that he finally can, he doesn’t quite know where to start.

You break the kiss just barely.

“I’m so into you Tae”, you rasp, twisting his hair at the nape of his neck, “seriously so fucking into you. I wanted to kiss you so many times before.”

“Me too”, he whispers, chasing your lips. He is successful, you let him kiss you gladly, moaning his name while pressing yourself closer to his chest.

Your heartbeats are matching in speed and somehow it draws you even closer. You swirl your hips over his crotch, barely using any pressure. He shivers, grabbing your ass unapologetically. The chair squeaks with each movement, the leather croaks as Taehyung squirms in the seat. You can see the lights change behind your closed eyelids, from silver to purple. You know that this means his screensaver just turned on, now illuminating your bodies in a sinful light. 

You break the kiss, gazing at his illuminated features. There in the right corner of his lenses the screen was reflected. Purple screensaver. Just as you had thought. There was also the faint glimmering of his rainbow keyboard in the reflection. 

"You're the hottest man ever, Tae", you whisper the words you had always wanted to tell him. 

"I'm wearing my glasses though."

"That changes nothing", you breathe and touch his neck, "Tae...kiss me Tae." 

He hooks his fingers behind your head and pulls you into a kiss, closing his eyes before your lips even touch. You sigh his name, finding his rhythm after a few seconds. Slow but oh so desperate. You are desperate too, getting lost in him until there is no going back. Moaning, you press yourself closer, making his growing hardness brush against your core.

“Mhm”, he lets out, gasping for air between kisses. You answer him with a slow roll of your hips, eliciting another moan from him.

You break the kiss because you just needed to look at him.

“Do you want this Tae?” you ask him.

“Yes. You?”

“Yes, so much”, you say.

“Fuck ___”, he rasps, hooking his arms under your legs and standing up to walk to his bed.

You giggle and kiss him needily, arms hooked behind his neck and fingers in his hair. His hands feel big and hot on your ass, holding you safely. His arms are tensed, making the sleeves of his tee stretch just slightly. He moves smoothly, taking the right steps in order not to bump into his furniture.

The kiss breaks as he sets you down on the mattress. He gives you enough time to make yourself comfortable on his pillows, crawling on top of you afterwards and lowering himself for another kiss.

You welcome him in your arms happily, running your fingers from his hair down to his ass repeatedly all while Taehyung is grinding his hips into yours in a steady rhythm. You are growing wetter by the second, his cock feels amazing against your core. Tongues are dancing with each other, your hands are busy with exploring his torso. It leaves your fingers tingling. He feels so good under your touch. 

You and him break the kiss just to breathe. He smiles, you retort it. Then he is already kissing you again, sighing your name before parting his lips for your tongue.

You feel your veins fill with him. He tastes so much better than you could have ever dreamed of. Sweet. Like the candy he snacked on. And yet somehow there is a hint of Taehyung to the taste. It is a taste impossible to describe, all that was important was its addicting nature. 

Taehyung moans into your mouth, rolling you and him over. He drags you on top of his lap. Like this you are resting against his chest, giving his rapidly hardening cock slow grinds while he is able to squeeze and massage your ass.  

You roll your hips, Taehyung groans and bucks his hips up, chasing your warmth.

“Fuck”, you break the kiss, “I need you so bad.”

“T-the feeling’s mutual”, he presses out, fighting for air when you grind your hot core over his cockhead.

“Yeah? Wanna fuck?”

“Please.”

Your eyes meet. His pupils are dilated, his cheeks slightly rosy.

"This is like the weirdest shit we've ever said to each other", he says. 

"Agreed. You want this, don’t you?" 

"Of course, I’m just trying to make sense of it." 

"Me too. Fuck Tae, you’re so hot", you tell him and sit back on his lap. You hook your fingers in the hem of your shirt to pull it over your head, doing so with an arch of your back. You are trying to give him a show.

“Okay, holy fuck”, Taehyung gasps, very much affected by said show as he feels his cock throb at the view of your naked breasts. 

You shake your head twice to fix your messy hair and then throw the shirt on his floor. You sit back, keeping your back straight. He is gawking at your tits, having his hands pressed to his chest in tiny fists as if he was too afraid to touch you.

Adorable but also very hot. 

“Your turn”, you tell him.

“O-okay”, Taehyung obeys, taking off his shirt as quickly as possible. He discards it on his floor then goes to fix his messy hair with his fingers. It is slightly tousled at the top, it suits him. Then he looks at you with big eyes.

You smirk, “good boy.”

Taehyung exhales shakily, squirming under your weight. Even his cock throbs in his grey sweats. You watched it happening and felt new arousal soak your panties. 

“You’re really into this, aren’t you?” you ask him.

He nods his head vigorously, “c-can, can I show you something?” he stutters.

“Of course, show me.”

“I need to get up for a moment.”

You roll off his lap, resting back on his mattress. Taehyung stumbles to his closet and opens the left door. He pulls out the lowest drawer and takes out a black velvet bag. His hands are shaking slightly as he carries it back to bed.

“What’s in there?” you ask him.

“M-my weirdest secret. P-please don’t judge me”, he stutters.

“I’m not, show me.”

Taehyung opens the bag and reaches inside. He takes a deep breath, looking at your face. You are completely mesmerised by the bag. He exhales and then tugs whatever he was hiding to the light.

“Holy fuck.”

A black leather collar with silver metal accents and a big ring in the front. There was also a matching leather leash in his hand and two floppy dog ear hair clips. They matched his hair colour perfectly.

“I know it’s weird”, he murmurs shyly.

You literally feel how you have to rub your legs together, how your pussy throbs and how your skin prickles.

“Taehyung, holy fucking shit”, you press out, stumbling on his lap messily. You cup his face and kiss him sloppily.

He gasps, dropping what he was holding to hold your waist instead. He was ready for everything, he was ready for you to tell him that you changed your mind and that he was weird, he was ready for you to stand up and leave without saying another word, he was ready for being judged just as he always was. But he was not ready for you to kiss him as if your life depended on it and for you to rub your naked tits against his chest as if it was your only purpose. Taehyung feels breathless. You are into his weird kink.  

"Fucking hell Tae, I’m so turned on", you moan and kiss him again.

Taehyung feels dizzy. His nipples are hardened, rubbing against the soft swell of your breasts. It makes his toes curl and his hands grope your perfect ass unapologetically. 

You press yourself closer. You are so obsessed with him. He truly couldn’t get any better. Oh, how many men looked at you weirdly when you told them about your kink. And then there is Taehyung, presenting you the most beautiful leash and collar you have ever seen and on top of that, the cutest and fluffiest puppy ears you have ever seen. 

"I'm so wet, you make me so wet", you pant, sucking his tongue into your mouth and making him moan throatily.

Your sensitive nipples feel like they are on fire, rubbing over his pecs. His chest has always been your weakness, but tonight it is ruining you. He is shirtless and you are shirtless and holy fuck you are so into him. 

Taehyung presses you closer. Somewhere on your stomach you can feel cold metal dig into your skin and you know it to be the ring of his collar.

“Taehyung”, you moan, biting down on his lower lip.

Taehyung mewls, bucking his hips up.

You release his lip with a growl, dragging your thumb over the pulsating skin.

“You are literally such a good boy.”

He widens his eyes and breathes out shakily.

“Seriously, I’ve never been hornier before”, you say, abandoning his lips to dance your fingers down his torso.

He just keeps looking at you, doing so with awed devotion. That soon changes however when he hears the very familiar jingle of his collar being picked up. He sneaks a glance down, moaning loudly. His legs are restless underneath you, his chest heaves up and down quickly. The collar looks so good in your hands.

“Can I put this on you, puppy?”

Taehyung nods his head obediently, huffing out air as if he was a happy dog.

“Good boy”, you praise, placing the soft leather on his neck.

His eyes flutter closed, his lips parting in a moan. He is so excited that he begins soaking his sweats. It seeps right through your pants as well, lingering on your inner thigh like a wet stain of passion.

“Is it too tight?” you make sure as you secure the strap.

“No”, his voice is so raspy that it is barely recognizable. His hands are caressing your hips with utter devotion.

“Perfect”, you say and tug on the ring playfully. 

Taehyung moans, tilting his head back slightly. He is looking at you, breathing quickly with the tip of his tongue peeking out from between his lips.

“You’re so hot”, you tell him.

He rubs his legs together.

"Can I put the ears on you?" 

"Yes please", he pleads, presenting his empty hair to you. 

You work with trembling fingers. Truly they have never trembled as much before. Just twice perhaps, once when you drank too much coffee and the second time was before your finals. This trembling surpasses both of those occasions however. 

You are shirtless with Taehyung and put puppy ears on him. This is so exciting!

Taehyung lifts his head once the ears are on, giving you his best puppy face. 

"Holy fuck", you murmur, feeling yourself get drawn in, "you are so cute! And hot! Oh my god, such a good boy!" you exclaim, feeling up his neck and shoulders. 

Taehyung chases your touch greedily, gazing at you as if you were his epiphany. He is so happy and giddy inside.

“Can you follow commands?”

He grows restless at your question, nodding his head just once.

“Yeah? So you’re a well-trained puppy?”

He mewls softly, fighting with the urge to palm his cock over his sweats. 

You get off his lap and turn to face him completely, sitting down on your feet. He tilts his head to the side like a curious puppy, making his floppy ears wiggle.

“Sit.”

Taehyung lets out a shy sound, which can only be interpreted as a tiny bark, and acts quickly. He stumbles to his knees and sits down on his heels. His balled fists are pressed into the mattress, his devoted eyes are looking at you.

“Good boy.”

He barks softly and sticks his tongue out slightly. 

“Down.”

He obeys without question, lowering his torso to the mattress. He is resting in child's pose, toned back heaving up and down quickly. You swallow down the suffocating excitement in your throat and reach out to pet his hair.

Taehyung whimpers happily, wiggling his butt.

“Good boy, you’re such a good boy”, you praise, voice shaking in arousal.

Taehyung makes a happy sound, nuzzling his face into the mattress.

"Roll over." 

Taehyung obeys gladly, rolling on his back. He keeps his arms tugged to his chest and his legs folded by his knees. His dark hair is sprawled on the mattress, hiding his floppy puppy ears. His sparkling eyes are glued to your face, looking so cutely devoted. He looks so tempting in this position as if he was just waiting for you to ruin him. 

"Good boy", you praise, rubbing his tummy. 

Taehyung wiggles happily, arching his back to chase your touch. His skin is burning up, his head is dizzy in the best way possible. 

"Such a good boy", you rasp, eyes lingering on his hard cock. It takes everything inside of you not to slip your hand inside his sweats and jerk him off quickly. But you can’t give in that quickly. Not when you have just learned how much fun playing with him is. 

You give his head soft pets then pull your hand away to present your open palm to him. 

“Sit", you order.

He sits up, lips parted as he breathes through his mouth quickly. He is perfect in his position, not even one little detail is different from before. Except perhaps that the stain in his sweats grew quite impressively. 

“Paw.”

Taehyung lifts his fist and places it in your ready palm.

“You are literally such a good boy”, you say and pet his hair with your free hand, “such a good boy, you’re such a good boy.”

Taehyung wiggles his butt, jumping around on the mattress like a dog that is happy to be praised by his owner. He even lets out little barks and whimpers, nudging your palm every so often.

“Who’s a good boy?” you coo, “yeah you’re a good boy.”

Taehyung huffs out air happily and leans in to lick your cheek. You giggle, falling down as he attacks your face with sloppy kisses and soft licks.

“God Tae, this tickles”, you laugh, tugging at his hair softly.

Taehyung whimpers happily and nuzzles his face into your neck. He sucks and nibbles on your skin, forcing hot bolts of electricity through your body.

“Tae”, you gasp and moan unapologetically loudly, arching your back into him. This surprised you. Your neck is your weakness. Well, most people’s weakness is their neck, but you are especially sensitive there. You quite literally feel short of breath from his mouth.

He moans softly, swirling his tongue to your ear to bite down on your earlobe.

“Fucking hell, that feels amazing”, you breathe, rolling your head to the side.

Your hands are resting on his back, taking in the shifts and changes of his muscles. Your breasts are still rubbing against his chest, his warm skin still feels like heaven on your hardened nipples. And yet nothing can beat the sensations your neck currently experiences as Taehyung releases your earlobe to flick his tongue down your veins. You mewl, encouraging him with an arch of your back.

Taehyung however, isn’t satisfied yet. He kisses his way down to your collarbones, nibbling on them softly while giving you his cutest growl ever. You tingle all over. Taehyung continues his path, kissing a wet path down to your tits. He cups them in his big hands before burying his face in them.

“What the hell are you doing?” you ask in a laugh, looking down at him.

He lifts his head, “appreciating you”, he says, locking his lips around one of your nipples afterwards.

“Taehyung, ah god, Tae”, you moan, dropping your head back into the mattress. You arch and squirm, feeling your veins tingle in his touch.

He moans and releases your nipple to flick his tongue over it in fast, sloppy licks. Your sounds of pleasure are like music to his ears. He takes in your other nipple and sucks on it eagerly.

“Fucking good boy”, you groan.

Taehyung whimpers, rolling his hips into the side of your leg. He doesn’t stop, he just continues chasing the friction while his tongue is busy licking your swollen pebble. Those two words seriously turn him on so much. Paired with the familiar weight of his collar and the soft tug on his hair by his ears and Taehyung feels himself fall into his favourite headspace with everything he has to offer. And he feels safe doing so because you make him feel so appreciated and attractive. 

He breaks away from you, panting with his tongue sticking out.

“You taste so good”, he rasps.

You rub your legs together, touching his face almost desperately. He leans into the touch, wiggling his butt a few times. 

"Seriously Tae I'm so into you", you pant. You run your fingers down his face, touching his collar.

Taehyung whimpers, leaning closer to make it easier for you. 

“Look at you leaning in. Good boy”, you praise, exploring the shape of his metal eyelets.

He barks quietly, growing restless again.

“Uh-nuh. Behave. Sit.”

He sits down on his heels in an instant. He seems so perfectly obedient. The only thing which had changed were his hands. While they had rested on the mattress as perfectly balled fists before, they are now twisting the sheets.

“Good boy”, you praise.

His cock twitches.

You get on your knees and shimmy closer to him, keeping your fingers glued to his collar. You make sure that you tickle his neck every now and then. He shivers and moans.

“You look so perfect in your collar”, you say, outlining it gently, "where did you get it?" 

"Internet. A p-page for puppy players." 

"Fuck", you lock eyes with him, "you're seriously so hot", you rasp and hook your finger in the ring.

You tug him closer to you.

Taehyung moans desperately, voice breaking at the end. He is chasing you, clasping the blanket so tightly his knuckles turn white. Oh if only you knew just how much this simple gesture affects him.

“Paw”, you order, keeping a tight grip on the ring. Just one more time you want to experience his perfectly trained obedience.

Taehyung obeys with a moan, eyes locked on yours obsessively. They are so hazy and glassy, you could honestly get obsessed with that view.

“Good boy.”

He huffs out air and wiggles his butt twice.

“Now tell me, does the puppy accept treats?”

He nods his head vigorously.

“Yes? What type of treats?”

“Pussy.”

Your eyes widen, your head feels dizzy.

“Fucking hell Tae.”

He just sticks his tongue out innocently and gives you a little bark.

“We should have done this so much sooner”, you whisper, tugging on his ring again.

“Ah”, he lets out, tilting his head back.

“Do you want a treat, puppy?”

He nods his head, growing restless.

He is fascinating. Not only because he is normally such a dorky and sweet man and not in a million would you have thought him able to talk about puppy play and pussy so freely. But also because he is truly the only man who has managed to get you soaking wet without actually really touching you. 

"Sit on the floor", you order him. 

Taehyung turns and crawls off the bed, doing so more like a human than a dog but he looked hot nonetheless. He drops to the floor, taking on his well-practiced waiting position. 

His eyes are glued to you, his lips parted slightly. Oh how quickly he is breathing, becoming visibly more excited when you begin taking off your sweats. 

You throw them on the floor, sneaking a glance his way. 

"This is kinda making me nervous", you confess and giggle, "you're gonna see my pussy soon." 

Taehyung lowers his eyes and blushes. 

"It's so wild to imagine", you say crawling closer to him. 

"It's really exciting too", he says and licks his lips.

"It really is", you agree, lying down and propping up your legs at the edge of the bed. 

Taehyung lifts his head, moaning desperately at the view. Your pussy hidden behind pink cotton panties and your legs so spread open. This is the kind of view he imagined in the darkest and most hidden secret of the night. And now he really experiences it.

"Wow", he lets out, feeling his mouth water for what was to come. Your panties are so soaked. It looks even better in real life than it did in his imagination. Taehyung palms his cock. He can’t wait to taste it.

You lift your head, eyes sparkling in anticipation and happiness.

"Go on puppy, get your treat", you say, voice quivering. 

Taehyung springs into action, connecting his lips with your inner thigh first. He kisses you with devotion, running his hands up and down your legs at the same time. 

His touch is amazing, managing to calm down your racing heart and make it flutter for different reasons. It’s been too long since someone dedicated himself to your pussy. You are so excited. 

Taehyung changes legs, placing his first kiss just slightly closer to your pussy than he did with the other leg. You part your legs on instinct, sighing when he sucks on your skin without bruising it. 

"That's so good", you whisper, relaxing more and more the longer he touches you. 

You have always loved his hands. They are beautiful and elegant and just perfectly proportionate. And on top of it all, they are always gentle in the way they hold things. 

Feeling them run along your legs until they reach the hem of your panties is a sensation however which manages to steal your every sanity. So he is gentle in the bedroom too. 

"May I take them off?" he asks. 

You lift your hips, gulping nervously when Taehyung undresses you. He folds your panties carefully before guiding them to his lips. With his eyes glued to your face he places a soft kiss on the fabric. 

"Damn", you murmur, squirming because his gesture turns you on. 

Taehyung smiles and places your panties on the bed beside you. He was using his mouth to do it, giving you a shy bark afterwards. 

"Goddamn, you’re literally so hot", you say and groan, "fuck Tae, I’m so wet."

Taehyung growls playfully, sticking out his tongue. 

"You can look." 

His eyes land on your pussy, widening in amazement. 

"Wow, perfect", he whispers, looking completely in awe, "can I?" 

"Yes", you allow him, feeling beyond excited.

Taehyung sticks his tongue out and dives down. 

"Yes, ah puppy…"

He kisses you first, caressing your hips while his lips run over your soaked core. His kisses are sloppy, ending on a quick suck before he moves on to the next spot. 

It leaves you feeling so warm and sensitive. It's been too long. It’s really been too long. 

Taehyung moans quietly and kisses your clit. A flinch runs through you. His lips are so soft, the result of the slow suck they give you goes so deep. Warm and constant. 

Taehyung lifts his head for just a second, using it to catch his breath and look at your face. Not that he sees much of it in his position. Especially now that you are resting back. All he can really see is your stomach heaving up and down in quick pants and the way your thighs are slightly tensed. 

He goes down on you again, finally adding tongue not only to really taste you but most importantly to please you even better. 

"Yes, puppy oh god that’s it", you moan, feeling every single one of his slow, calculated licks. 

Up and down your folds, cleaning you off your juices all while making you more and more sensitive. He puts more pressure into his licks whenever he reaches your clit, lingering for a few more seconds before going down again. Slow and calculated, each movement is placed with intent. 

"Keep going puppy", you sigh, parting your legs just slightly to make it more comfortable. 

Taehyung moans and closes his eyes. He loves eating pussy. Eating your pussy however? This is an experience he can only bask in with his eyes closed. He doesn’t want it to be soiled by anything else. Just him, his tongue and your pussy. 

Taehyung moans again and begins sucking on your clit. It makes you mewl and your thighs shake. So Taehyung does it again, feeling you shake under his fingertips and tasting more of your sweetness on his tongue.

"Good boy, such a good boy", you praise, voice pitched in pleasure. 

You believed Taehyung to eat pussy messily. Now, the Taehyung you have known for seven years, you believed to have a more refined technique (yes you thought of that sometimes). But puppy Taehyung you truly thought capable of acting his nature and flicking his tongue all over your middle. You were wrong and you won’t complain. 

Taehyung eats pussy and he makes it a luxurious experience for you. Truly, you feel so spoiled under his tongue, sighing his name like it was the sweetest sound.

Taehyung releases your clit again and begins drawing circles on it. His long finger slips inside of you as he begins, forcing you to twist the sheets. 

"Don't stop, that's it." 

It goes so deep, has the perfect thickness. He pumps it in and out of you slowly, wanting to make you feel every movement all whilst feeling up your warm, wet walls and wishing that his cock could replace his finger. 

And while he continues fingering you in worldchanging ways, his tongue returns to giving you slow licks up and down your clit. All of the sensations combined send a constant stream of warmth through your lower body. It became hotter than it was in the beginning. Just as his touches feel more intense too. 

You know that Taehyung hasn’t really changed much about them, but instead he managed to get you to a point where one wrong touch could send you over a messy edge. 

But not with Taehyung. Although his eyes are closed he is keeping careful watch of your every change. He feels that if he curls his finger upwards you flinch before clenching around him rhythmically. He feels that if he speeds up his tongue, you clench around him the same way. And when he combines both touches you lift your hips for a moment and let out a blissed-out moan. 

Taehyung gives you a second to relax, returning to pumping his finger in and out of you while giving your clit slow puppy licks. 

"G-good boy", you stutter, finding it so incredibly hard to talk when he steals your words so well. But you want to praise him, because he was so deserving of the praise. 

Taehyung moans and whimpers, curling his finger and speeding up his tongue. It makes you moan and tense, but Taehyung changed his pattern for more selfish reasons. Those words. Oh how he is craving for another melody of them. 

"Good boy, oh Tae - ah, good. Boy." 

Taehyung moans right with you, slipping his hand inside his sweats to grab his cock messily. This is the best day of his life. You calling him good boy when he is in his gear, you allowing him to taste your sweet pussy, you liking him back. Taehyung couldn’t possibly exist any longer without touching himself. 

So he does. He takes out his cock and runs his left hand over it in quick, desperate motions. It feels so good, leaves him wanting to please you even more just so he can be treated to more of your taste. 

Taehyung stops his finger and begins solely curling it, hearing how this changes your sounds in pitch. He slows down his tongue until it is solely resting against you and then begins grinding it back and forth, nodding his head as he does. 

"Okay hah!" you moan and laugh breathlessly, "I'm-" your voice cuts off, instead you grab for a bundle of his hair to twist it. Your fingers brushed against his puppy ears as you did, reminding you just how sexy the whole situation was. 

"Puppy...ah….good...boy", you press out, meeting his tongue through slow rolls of your hips. 

Taehyung mewls, returning to dancing his tongue all over your clit in quick circles. His finger he still keeps perfectly pressed against your magical spot. The tug on his hair motivates him so much, makes the hand around his cock feel just that much better. 

"Slow Tae, slow", you murmur, feeling your lower stomach tense more and more. This is going to be it, if he doesn’t stop soon you will cum all over his mouth.

"Puppy wants Mommy’s cum", he lulls and returns to his place between your legs. 

"Urgh fuuck", you groan, feeling the effect his words have on you. You can’t even stop it. Your high rolls over you, leaving you gasping for air whilst almost ripping his hair out. It sits so deep, feels so hot and like every single muscle in your lower body is never going to stop tensing again.

"Crap! Yes urgh", you come down in a groan, arching off the mattress just once before dropping on it. You are breathing quickly, staring at the ceiling with glassy, unfocused eyes. So this just happened. 

Wow. 

Taehyung just ate your pussy and made you cum. 

This really happened. 

Taehyung did that. You did that. The both of you did that. 

Wow.

"Wow", you say and take a deep breath, "that was fucking incredible."

Taehyung just made you cum with his tongue. 

Taehyung just had his mouth all over your pussy. 

This sound surreal to you and yet it happened. Something so intimate, so beyond intimate, just happened. 

"I can't believe it. This was amazing", you confess. You lift your head wondering what he is doing when you neither hear nor feel him get back up on the mattress with you.

He is gazing at you, glasses fogged up, lower face glistening in your orgasm and balled fists pressed into the floor. You don’t know of the naughty deed he did as he made a proper job of stuffing his still very hard and needy cock back into his sweats, to you he is simply the obedient puppy, waiting for your command.

“Come up here, puppy.”

He breaks out of his trance, moving quickly. He gets on the mattress and then into waiting position again. His sweats are soaked. It looks like he already orgasmed (oh if only you knew how close he actually came). His cock is straining against the material, tempting you oh so perfectly.

"You called me the M-word." 

"Sorry. Too far?"

"No. Do not stop. I am so into this."

He nods his head and gives you an obedient bark. It makes his puppy ears flop around. 

“Good boy.”

He twists the sheets, the dark stains on his pants grow.

“But fuck”, you sigh and drop your head into his pillow, “you just wrecked me.”

“Was I good?”

“Yes, you were a good boy.”

He lets out a laughed moan.

You sneak a glance his way. He looks so desperate, hand hovering above his clothed cock and body squirming. You pick up his leash then, playing with it mindlessly. Taehyung mewls and keens, rubbing his legs together while twisting the sheets.

“Do you jerk off with it?” you ask him.

“Yes”, he presses out, eyeing the leash.

“How often?”

“A-almost every time.”

“That’s so hot.”

He licks his lips, slowly but surely leaving his resting position as desperation overtakes him.

“Show me.”

“W-what?” he stops crawling to you.

“Show me how you jerk off with it.”

"Really?"

"Yes, be a good boy and show me." 

It is like you pressed a button. Taehyung is by your side at the blink of an eye, looking at the leash with blown-out pupils. You offer it to him. He accepts it with shaking fingers. Then he rests back on his heels and hooks the leash in the metal ring. Just the sound is enough to force his hand to his swollen cock. He rubs it over the material of his sweats, closing his eyes. It seems like he wants to concentrate on his fingers running down the leash.

He whimpers, parting his lips.

“Feels so good”, he whispers.

“Yeah? Go on, continue.”

With shaking fingers he tugs his sweats down, revealing his cock to your eyes. You feel yourself tingle all over. Finally. Oh how many nights you spent imagining his cock (and feeling guilty for doing so). He looks even better than in your imagination.

Then he drops back into his pillows, gripping his cock with his right hand while grasping the leash with his left. He twists the black leather, tugging on his cock desperately. The noise that leaves him doesn’t even sound like Taehyung anymore. Desperate and oh so broken. It is so sexy that you find yourself getting turned on again.

He rolls his thumb over his pink cockhead and twists more of the leash.

“Fuck” he croaks and goes to tug at the leash, “ah fuck”, he moans, arching his back. He tugs on the leash a second time, spoiling his fingers with his excitement. It sounds wet and sticky. You don’t know where to look. His face and how it is contorted in pleasure or his cock and how amazing his big hand looks around it.

You decide on his cock for a little. It is obvious that he knows what he is doing. His movements are fast, sloppy, but clearly done with intent. He had lots of practice, that much is sure. He squeezes his cock harder when he is at its base and lessens the pressure the closer he gets to his sensitive tip. He times a harsh tug on the leash with a roll of his thumb over his weeping slit. It makes him whimper and moan each and every time.

“___”, he presses out just the moment he is leaking new precum.

“Yes puppy?”

Taehyung rips his eyes open, slowing down his movements. He seems confused for a moment, as if he had forgotten your presence. Which means he thinks of you when he jerks off. He laughs shyly and speeds up his hands, keeping his eyes glued to your face.

“I’m gonna cum“, he presses out.

“Slow down.”

He obeys with a painful mewl.

“Good boy.”

He mewls again, fighting the urge to fuck into his own hand. His movements are slow, barely there and without any pressure. So this is how he likes being edged. You will remember it for later.

“That’s it, keep touching yourself”, you encourage him, wrapping your fingers around his leash.

“Mommy”, he keens, dropping his fingers from the leash to twist the pillow edge instead. Like this the muscles in his arm are tensed most deliciously.

You tug on his leash gently. It was gentle. Very, very gentle but Taehyung still wails in pleasure, having to squeeze the base of his cock in order not to cum.

You watch his cock throb and twitch, leaking a new load of precum.

You tug again. He lets out a pitiful moan. His cock throbs, the streaky goodness runs down his shaft and soils his fingers.

Tug.

“Please”, he whimpers, squeezing his base so harshly that his hand begins shaking.

You release the tension and with it the pressure on Taehyung’s neck. He squirms, reaching down to hold his cock with both hands. He is barely touching it, running his palms up and down the veiny shaft.

“Thank you”, he exhales gladly, gazing at you with glassy eyes.

“I wanna fuck you”, you confess, rubbing your legs together.

“O-okay", he stutters, gulping. 

“And I wanna do it doggy style.”

“You’re so hot”, he whispers.

“So are you. Go on, sit up puppy.”

Taehyung sits up and reaches behind himself to open the collar.

“What are you doing?” you stop him.

He halts, blinking at you in confusion, “I’m…opening the collar…it’ll get in the way.”

“I think you misunderstood something here. I want you to fuck me doggy style while you are wearing the collar so I can tug on your leash.”

“Oh god”, he croaks and takes three deep breaths, palming his cock “this is my fantasy…”

“Mine too”, you confess and giggle, “goddamn it Tae, we really should have done this sooner.”

“Yeah”, he nods his head vigorously, crawling closer to you.

He is inches away from kissing you when you speak again.

“Do you have a condom?” you ask him, eyes glued to his lips.

“Bedside table, drawer”, he answers you, gazing at your lips.

You reach for it without breaking the eye contact, it makes you fall and with it Taehyung as you tug him down with you by his leash. He falls gladly, moaning softly. You stumble into the kiss naturally, wrapping your arms around the other while forgetting all about the condom. You need to feel his hair, feel the way his neck feels as it tenses and the way his back flexes when he moves. And in return Taehyung can’t get enough of holding you, of making sure that you were actually with him.

And when you finally notice, Taehyung is already on top of you, soiling the inside of your thigh with his excitement as his cock rubs against you.

He is the one to break the kiss, looking at you shyly.

“We wanted to get the condom”, he whispers.

“I know, I couldn’t help myself. You’re such a great kisser.”

He blushes, lowering his eyes. 

"You too, you taste so sweet." 

"Thank you, it’s my chapstick I think." 

“It’s sweet”, he kisses you, “I like…”, another kiss, “...it”, he breathes, lips barely breaking away from yours. 

“Fuck Tae”, you moan softly, kissing him back eagerly.

He moans, cradling you in his arms just so he could press you against his chest. He just wants to be close to you. Oh so close. So close that not even atoms could separate the two of you. 

You sigh, holding his waist between your hands as if you never wanted to let go again. His skin is so warm and soft, brushing against yours addictively. You squeeze his waist, listening to how this elicits another sigh from him. This is yours now. This perfect, handsome man is yours now. You can hold him and kiss him and feel him against you from now on. 

“Tae”, you whisper, smiling as you break the kiss, “goddamn, we’re forgetting the condom again.”

He chuckles, chasing your lips, “I know, I just can’t stop kissing you”, he says, pecking your lips and making you giggle. 

“Tae, baby.”

“Heh”, he giggles deeply, lips curling into a playful smile, “okay, okay, I’ll get it.”

Taehyung sits up and reaches for his drawer. It takes him a short while of rummaging before he finds the condom and pulls it free. He keeps the drawer open for now and sits up to roll the condom on. 

You watch him as he does. Not because you don’t trust him to actually put it on, but because his cock. Simple as that. His cock. You never ever want to stop looking at it. You could have figured. With hands like his'. You really could have figured, but goddamn, it’s so just so perfectly fitting for him. Everything. The size, the shape, the colour. How pretty. So perfect. Goddamn, you are fangirling over a cock, look at how far you’ve come. 

"It's on", Taehyung says and gives his cock two jerks to test the condom. It makes his thighs tense and your pussy throb in anticipation. 

“I’m so ready Tae”, you say and sit up. 

“Me too”, he murmurs, watching you as you turn your back to him and lower yourself onto your elbows.

"You're so hot, oh god", Taehyung moans, placing his left hand on your lower back. He rubs it up and down, drawing circles each time it is on your ass. The touch makes you arch your back more just so he can have a view of your soaked pussy. 

"Take what's yours, puppy", you encourage him. 

"Y-yes okay. Here uhm, here." 

You look to your side. Taehyung is presenting the leash to you. 

"Thank you", you accept it and hold it tightly. 

You know that he mostly handed you the leash so his fantasy would be perfect. Luckily for him, it overlaps exactly with yours. You twist it and tug on it playfully, forcing a shuddering breath past his lips.

"Go on, slip in." 

Taehyung aligns his cock with you and pushes gently. One moment of struggle and then he slips inside, leaving both of you to forget everything for a good second. So that is how it feels like to be filled up by his cock. 

"Holy fuck", you moan, bucking your hips back to take in all of him. He is so deep, stretching you out so well. 

Taehyung groans, squeezing your hips in his fingers. So this is how it feels like to be squeezed by you. 

"Mommy, you feel so good", he moans, rolling his hips back and forth slowly just to test the sensations. You are so warm, clenching around him so well. Taehyung is so obsessed with it, chasing the feelings with deep, yet slow thrusts all while his fingers begin caressing your hips. 

"Yes puppy, good boy", you sigh, giving him a tug as a reward. 

It makes him whimper and his cock throb. 

“Wait woah okay woah”, he stops and begins taking deep breaths, “that was - hah. Woah.”

You look over your shoulder. That man is blissed out. Eyes squeezed shut and cheeks tinted scarlet all while his nose is scrunched in pleasure.

"Need a moment?" you ask.

He nods his head. 

"It's just so hot. This is exactly how it always is in my fantasy, but better", he confesses, "sorry, I think I’m too excited." 

"It's alright, think of..I don’t know...think of stubbing your toe on a corner." 

He pulls a grimace. 

"Yeah that definitely helped, thanks", he says and laughs. 

You laugh too, thinking to yourself that it is so weird but also exciting that you and Taehyung are laughing while you are completely naked and he is balls deep inside of you. 

“Goddamn it Taehyung, I’m literally so into you. You know that?” 

He stops laughing, gazing at you with sparkly eyes. 

“Me too. I’m so into you. Quite literally currently.”

“Okay stop”, you gasp and snort. 

Taehyung laughs right with you, features filling with fondness upon hearing your laugh. He always loved making you laugh. He really does. But tonight it feels different. Tonight he feels how laughter makes you tighten around him and that feeling sends electrifying tingles through his entire body. 

"Okay here we go", he says in a slight moan and begins moving again. Slow yet deep. Although with a cock like Taehyung's going deep is an easy task. He makes it feel incredible though. Not just random poking in the deepest parts of you, but perfect pressure with skilled grinds. 

"Taehyung…" you sigh, dropping your head, "...don't stop." 

Taehyung closes his eyes and parts his lips. He is not going to stop. He has the perfect rhythm to feel every ridge of you. The gentle tug you give his leash makes the sensation a thousand times better. 

"Mommy, yes…." 

It earns him another tug, forcing a mewl to slip past his lips and his hips to stutter. When they find their rhythm again, they have gained just a little bit in strength, going faster as well. He reaches to the front, finding your clit immediately to roll circles on her. You didn’t even have to tell him, he just did it and sends bolds of pleasure through your veins.

“That’s it puppy, that’s it”, you encourage him with an arch of your back just so you can feel him deeper. You give his leash a tug, forcing his hips to slam into yours.

“I – ah!” he moans, throwing his head back. He is so far gone, floating so high up on his pleasure. He chases it, helping you with your own as he does. Deep thrusts, quick circles of his fingers, a strong grip on your hip and those sweet, sweet noises of his. You are floating just as high as he does, feeling your veins fill with him.

So you moan and wrap the leash around your hand just so you could pull better. Taehyung falls, hot chest pressing into your back and hips faltering.

“Mommy”, he whimpers, cradling you in his arm, “please again.”

You give him a harsh tug, feeling the one moment of extra weight on your back as his body follows the direction of the tug.

He moans against your neck, loudly and unapologetically ecstatic.

“This is the best sex ever”, he chokes out. Then he goes to cup your tit, massaging it clumsily. You don’t mind that his touches are quite sloppily placed, trembling in his arms nonetheless. Two of his fingers are pressed to your clit, grinding up and down on her each time his thrusts make your hips move.

You can feel his glasses against your neck. They don’t hurt, they are just here, sitting on his nose all tinted and messily because Taehyung is pressing himself way too close. The metal of his collar sings each time he moves, becoming louder whenever you tug on his leash. And each time you do, you can feel it rub over your back, sending a shiver down your spine.

“It feels so good, puppy”, you moan, pulling him closer and closer.

“Yeah, good, so good”, Taehyung agrees, retorting to moaning against your neck afterwards.

You and him are burning up. Your skin is so hot, so is his’ and on the spots you and him are touching, it feels as if you were on fire. You are happy about that sensation, perhaps you are even a little addicted to it.

Listen, perhaps you are a little weird about skinship, but you and Taehyung never really had your naked skin touching before. The only occasion was once in summer when you wore a sleeveless dress and he wore a tanktop and your arms brushed together on accident. It was a very peculiar sensation as you never really felt Taehyung’s naked skin before that.

You and him tried to never repeat that sensation again afterwards, because it left both of you conflicted and confused. Well, there is no going back now. You want your every inch to touch him.

“Hold me closer puppy”, you press out, moaning his name when Taehyung follows your instructions and closes his arm around your waist.

He turns his head, traveling his lips up to your back. He begins kissing you, tracing your spine with his tongue and sucking on the skin of your shoulders softly.

“Good boy….” you sigh, rewarding him with a strong tug on his leash.

His moan vibrates against your spine, his cock throbs inside of you, his fingers twitch on your clit. So you repeat the tug, wanting to give him just as much bliss as he gives you. Taehyung whimpers, hot breath tickling your skin.

“You’re the best boy, you know that?” you rasp.

Taehyung shudders, squeezing you in his strong arm.

“A-are you close?” he stutters.

“Wanna cum?”

“Yeah…” he mewls and grunts.

“Wanna make me cum afterwards?”

“Yeah”, he croaks, swelling inside of you.

“Okay then. Cum for me, puppy”, you order, giving him a harsh tug.

Taehyung’s voice cuts off before coming out as a pathetic, high-pitched squeak. He fucks into you quickly for not longer than five seconds before stilling completely and trembling uncontrollably.

You can feel warmth fill the condom, basking in the feeling of it as Taehyung moans against your upper back.

“You’re the best puppy, such a good boy. Give me all your cum, puppy. That’s it”, you help him ride each wave of his high to its fullest, giving his leash a constant tug.

Taehyung shakes one last time then he literally falls from your body like a used ragdoll, making a drugged-up noise as he lands on the mattress.

You claim the spot on top of him, finding your pleasure on his thigh. Warm and soft his skin feels, muscles tensing when he feels you begin grinding against him. He places his hands on your hips, forcing his heavy eyelids to open.

“You look fucked”, you say, voice quivering in pleasure. You reach up and fix his crooked glasses, combing your fingers through his bangs afterwards.

“I just came five cumshots worth, I think”, he presses out, panting quickly.

“Mhm Tae, that’s so…hot”, you groan, placing your hands on his chest. You close your eyes, shifting your attention to the feelings his thigh gives you. The pressure is constant, treating your sensitive clit to sparks of pleasure. 

“Does it feel good, Mommy?” he asks, helping you with the movements whilst changing his gaze between your face and tits.

“So good”, you moan, inching closer and closer to your high.

You were very close when Taehyung couldn’t take it anymore, but you were far away enough that stressing yourself to a release would have only backfired. So you let him cum, wanting to give your body the time it needs. Apparently it doesn’t need as much time as you thought it would.

You blame it on Taehyung and Taehyung only. He turns you on so much that you are quaking.

“Say it again, puppy”, you press out, grinding down harder.

“Mommy?”

“Yes! Urgh, god”, your hips falter. Taehyung helps you keep the rhythm going, flexing his thigh for you.

“Mommy”, he moans just for your pleasure, watching with delight as this makes your face contort in utter ecstasy.

“Good…boy…ah”, you press out and crumble, falling apart on top of him in aggressive shakes and your veins boiling in pleasure.

Taehyung helps you ride out your high, holding you safely.

“Tae”, you collapse on top of him, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck whilst hugging him tightly.

He runs his hands along your legs and ass, floating on your warmth and getting lost in the scent of you. You smell even sweeter post-sex. He knows that he will never get enough of that smell.

“Wow”, you whisper.

“Yeah, right”, he agrees, feeling a smile tug on the corner of his lips.

“That was so good, I think I’m a different person now.”

“Yeah, me too.”

You lift your head, giving him the most beautiful smile he has ever seen.

“You’re a good boy.”

“Ah ___”, he lets out and laughs shyly, shifting underneath you, “touch my chest.”

You touch it, gasping when you feel how quickly his heart beats.

“I’m so happy”, he confesses.

“Me too. I can’t believe it took us seven years to do that.”

He chuckles, “we’re not gonna stop now, are we?”

“I know I don’t want to stop.”

“Me neither”, he grins, “wanna sleep here tonight and tomorrow I take you out to jazz brunch? “

“As in a date?”

“Yeah, the first of many I hope.”

You giggle, finding your comfort spot in the crook of his neck.

“Me too Tae. Fuck, I’m so happy.”

Taehyung rolls you and him to the side and holds you against his chest. And while he holds you in the way he had wanted to hold you for so long, you hug him with the intent to never ever let him go again.​

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life never looked so bleak without you (alhaitham x reader)

warnings: reposted from my old acc cause i miss this fic, some parts might not make sense because you need context from the original fic, but can be read as standalone.

11k+ words

if you liked it, maybe i’ll migrate the fic here? haha comment and reblog pls, i don’t bite

log #1

age 3

“Welcome home, honey!” You bounced as you spun around from the makeshift ‘kitchen’. Made from corrugated cardboard and sheets of coloured paper, it was your dream household.

Which was apparently a self-heating kitchen where the oven could fry, bake, boil and cut all your food. The ‘bedroom’ consisted of a blanket draped over two chairs with the throw pillows from the couch thrown in to maximize comfort. Lastly, you had taken to using the plastic chairs and table as your main ‘dining table’. (“Haitham we can’t be married if we don’t eat together at the same table everyday!”)

(Haitham had helped you spell all the signs.)

Walking into your shared ‘home’, Alhaitham pulled out a chair and silently sat down, leaving the stuffed bear that was meant to be his ‘work bag’ by a leg of the small plastic table. Though, his eyes never left the words in the book were trailing over.

“I’m home.” 

You excitedly scurried over to the ‘dining table’, in your hands held a plate of freshly cut zaytun peaches and apples. (With the help of Granny, you acquired real food for your play dinner.)

Making sure the table was clear of leftover colour pencils and paper, you gingerly placed the plate down in front of your distracted ‘husband’ before moving to sit down across from him. 

Alhaitham reaches forth to grab a slice of the fruit, eyes still focused on his book all before he felt a sharp sting on his fingers. His eyes connected with yours as he saw your pointed gaze, “Haitham,” you whine, “How could you try to touch the food without washing your hands?” 

About to make a retort about how he was already very clean, you continued your pouting.

”And what husband keeps getting distracted by his books? His partner will definitely be very lonely!” With a puff of your cheeks you turn away from him, he was so not being a good husband like in the books!

Alhaitham froze. You were right. He promised to be a good play husband so that you would stop giving that book your undivided attention, and focus solely on him. 

Now that he’s grown complacent, with how much you’ve played this game, will you get mad and make him play the family dog? 

No. He can’t have that! (He likes playing the part of your husband the most. You call him ‘honey’ and ‘sweetie’ and it makes him warm inside.)

”I-I’m sorry, dear. I will make it up to you.” 

(“Granny, granny! What kind of names do married people call each other?”

The old woman paused in her steps, holding the lid of the pot of curry in midair. Letting out a chuckle at the glittering eyes facing her. “Hmm, well my children, aren’t you a little young to be married?” Placing the lid down and giving her curry a stir, she pondered over your question a little.

Clutching Alhaitham’s small hand in your own little ones, you raised it towards Granny.

”Nope! We’re already holding hands, so we’re all ready and set to be married, you see!” You let a huge smile grace your adorable face as you gently tugged Alhaitham towards you. 

”Aren’t you both simply adorable! Come here, I’ll teach you how to spell some sweet nicknames for married couples!” Granny definitely had some sweet nicknames in mind for her just as, if not sweeter darlings.)

On the makeshift kitchen, hung a small list of cute pet names for each other. (Some were ‘accidentally’ written twice by a certain silver haired boy so that you would repeat them more often.)

Ah. But there your dearest Haitham goes yet again, speaking words that you both hadn’t learnt on the list.

“Ah? You’ll make… it up to me? Haitham! I don’t like liars!” 

“No! It means I’ll do something nice and extra special for you so that you won’t be mad at me.” He let out a puff of annoyance as he crossed his arms.

”Really?! That sounds so nice! What are you gonna do for me?” You placed your plastic ladle on the kitchen ‘counter’, ensuring that it didn’t fall before hurrying over to his side to receive your ‘extra special’ gift.

Alhaitham thought for a small moment. He could give you a larger portion of his Padisarah Pudding today. Though, that might not work out. You were prone to feeding him even larger bites of your own pudding, citing that whenever Alhaitham leaned in towards your spoon, he looked ‘cute’.

He could read more of your storybooks with you? Though, you usually get a little huffy when he didn’t understand why the prince would trek through such dangerous trails to kiss a princess that’s been asleep for hundred of years.

Oh. That struck a chord in his brain. He knows what to do now.

Alhaitham got on one knee before you, his little legs stumbling a little as he tried to keep his balance. He fixed his hair, and straightened out his clothing as you looked on with a curious, bright gaze.

You were basically bouncing in place. You recognized the position he was getting in! It was the pose many princes were described to be in when meeting the princess! Ahhhh! (Though you would expect your prince to be a little taller. And wielding a powerful sword as he arrives on a white stallion. But Haitham will do for now.)

Gingerly, Alhaitham grabbed hand, tenderly bringing your soft, chubby hand towards his face. Placing his lips on your knuckles, he produced a soft chu!

His chubby cheeks brightened at what he had just done. (But it’s worth it. For you.)

You on the other hand, were speechless. You thought you’d be accepting the kiss with calm graciousness and elegance, but for some reason, your heart was absolutely soaring.

Weird. 

You’ve learned that princesses don’t only take, they also give. And give you will.

You grinned at the kneeling boy, retracting your hand and bending downwards towards his forehead. Clasping his squishy cheeks in your arms, you placed a soft peck on his forehead.

”This is your thank you in return my prince!” You released his face. “You are hereby forgiven and can have another chance of being a good husband!”

Yep. If Alhaitham wasn’t already red before, he definitely was now.

(Granny was watching all this unfold whilst sipping tea. You’d make a wonderful future in-law, if she could say so herself.)

(She hoped that you will continue to stay with that stoic grandchild of hers. The reactions you get out of him were absolutely precious.)

——

log #2

age 16

Granny’s library was a haven. Within the confinements of this small room, was the sanctuary of two friends who basked in presence of each other. A place to escape their responsibilities, a place to be simply and unapologetically be themselves.

Their special spot, that has subconsciously rooted itself into their hearts and never to be forgotten. From the tall shelves holding collections of academic journals, dictionaries and encyclopedias to the small exchanges between the two who have made this area their own.

In a quaint corner of the room, there sat an old, rustic piano. Once belonging to Alhaitham’s father, it was constantly played by to serenade the object of his affection, surrounding her form with a sweet melody he had created just for her ears to hear.

Unfortunately, it has been more than a decade since then. The piano had long lost its shine, covered in dust with its strings deteriorated from years of neglect. Granny did not have the heart to get rid of it, giving  Alhaitham free will to do what he wished with it. Though, he did not care much for it.

Until today.

Watching your door from his window, Alhaitham let a smile unknowingly crawl onto his face as he strode over to the door, hand clasping around the doorknob and turning before pulling it open. 

Your fist froze mid-air, you pouted at the male.

”How did you know I was coming?!”

Now, sat upon the dusty piano stool, you rubbed at your nose, trying to clear away the particles that had caused the red, irritable itch to rise from it.

”We should have cleaned it first.” Alhaitham sat next to you, fingers trailing over the keys of the old piano as he watched you struggle with the presence of the very dust. “I’ll go get you my handker-“

”No! Stay! I’m too excited to wait any longer!”

You had always seen the old piano stashed away in the corner of your favourite room. It definitely intrigued you, leading to you dragging Haitham over to have a better look at it. You needed his approval, it belonged to his family after-all. (And his discerning eye for safety in case you were going to accidentally break something.)

Sat upon the piano’s music stand, was an old, worn journal. Embossed on the leather cover was a small, silver heart. Reminiscent of Alhaitham’s silver hair. You gingerly picked it up, gently flipping through the pages as Alhaitham watched over your shoulder. 

“Haitham…! This is… This is your parents’ sheet music!”

“I see.” Alhaitham, having grown up entirely under his grandmother’s care, did not exactly feel any emotions pertaining to his parents. He simply did not grow any attachment to them, since he was far too young when they passed. So seeing the remnants of their existence did not send him into an emotional spiral, just left him feeling neutral. 

You, on the other hand, mistook his nonchalance for melancholy. You patted his shoulder, grinning.

”I’ll play it for you! Just… Give me a few weeks! And, um, lend me this book? Please?”

How could he ever say no to those eyes you gave him? Granny sure would not mind either.

So here you sat on the piano stool now, having practiced for a mere four days. You had limited knowledge in music, having been pressured to learn some basic piano by your father when you were far younger.

Unfortunately, you never progressed past the basics, your father being unimpressed with your sheer mediocrity despite having you to practice for hours on end. He ended the piano lessons soon after. 

Well, at least you could use your mediocre skill to help make Haitham’s day a little brighter. However, another problem soon arose.

You have only ever played in front of your father and piano teacher. Now, under Haitham’s soft gaze, you felt shy.

“You’re making me nervous, Haitham!” Your eyes were shaky as you faced the piano, dust having long been cleaned up despite your protests that Alhaitham didn’t need to. (His handkerchief was now in your pocket.)

”How did you even play in front of your teacher and father?”

”I don’t know! I just did, okay?”

Alhaitham thought for a moment, before giving you a suggestion. “Close your eyes then.”

”Eh?” 

“If you close your eyes, it’s as if I wasn’t here.” He continues, gaze now focused on the piano. “Since you won’t see me looking at you.”

”I only practiced for a while though…! I don’t think I’m good enough to be-“

”I believe in you.”

You went silent. Alhaitham’s praise and affirmations always left you shy.

“Okay… But could you also turn the other way? I feel like I could still feel your gaze since we’re sitting together.” 

Alhaitham huffed, “Fine. I don’t need my eyes to hear you play anyway.” And so he turned.

“You know, in my books situations like this usually ended up with the two main characters kissing!” It was an offhand joke to help you loosen up and calm down a little more before you played.

Alhaitham simply looked unimpressed. You giggled and cupped his face, before pressing your fingers to his forehead to smooth out his furrowed brows. 

“You’ll get wrinkles, you grumpy old man.”

As you began, Alhaitham had already quietly shifted his body to face you once again. He wouldn’t give up a chance to stare at you with no risk of getting caught, after-all.

He was simply entranced by you. How your hands glided over the keys, how your brows furrowed in concentration, how your hair shone in the light of the setting sun, how beautiful you looked in this moment. He felt something stir within his chest, a soothing comfort paired with a tinge of worry. 

What was this? He doesn’t know.

Though, he wouldn’t mind being frozen in time right now. Alas, the sweet, romantic melody filling the air soon came to its final verse.

“I don’t think I did too bad!” A proud look of satisfaction crossing your features as you faced him, expecting his back to be turned to you.

You had disregarded the existence of close proximity.

An accidental brushing of lips between the two friends sitting by the piano, three seconds of contact and a multitude of mushy emotions springing forth within their longing hearts. Is this what all those characters felt in your books?

Hastily, you both pulled away from each other as your hands came up to clasp themselves over your mouth.  You could feel the heat emanating from your face through your palms, eyes wide and shock filling your eyes as you tried to comprehend the situation. 

What just happened? You stupid, stupid fool! Why did you not watch where you were turning? That romance book comment was meant as a joke! Oh, what cruel archon is forcing you to play it out with your one and only dearest friend?! You shouldn’t have sat so close to him in the first place!

But… You kind of liked it.

But what if he didn’t like that? What if he thinks less of you now? 

Just because of one kiss?

Alhaitham was faring no better.

His eyes had glossed over, mouth slightly agape in genuine shock and surprise as his gaze was stuck on you. Red tipped his ears as he tried desperately to find reason and use his prided logic to regain his senses. He could not.

Overloaded by the intimate feeling of brought about from the kiss you shared. For the first time, Alhaitham had completely blanked out. His fingers gingerly placed themselves on his lips, he could feel the phantom texture of your kiss lingering on them. 

He wanted more. 

You were both no stranger to physical contact, considering your clingy self. Hands grazing each other as you walked next to each other, heads resting on shoulders when either of you get tired, and even that one time Alhaitham had kissed the back of your hand when you were both younger to act as your prince. (Because “Princes are gentlemen who greet princesses like that!”)

Yet, this was so similar, yet so entirely different to the feelings you both felt when it came to your casual, frequent acts of intimacy. 

You both sat in awkward silence for a full minute.

You had imagined your first kiss to be far more romantic, on a starlit night as you gazed into your faceless lover’s eyes, hands holding their face in your hands as they grasped your hips, pulling you closer to their form. They would’ve whispered sweet nothings into your ear, leaving sweet kisses starting from your forehead, down to your nose and both cheeks before their eyes would settle on your lips.

They would whisper another soft “I love you…” into your skin, before they would lean in and finally hav-

You were broken away from your thoughts when Alhaitham’s face was once again in close proximity with yours. Hand gently gripping your wrist and pulling you closer to him, “Can we… Do that again?”

The sheer desperation and raw want in his eyes caused you to fluster, and left you speechless. You could only close your eyes as your lips were once again captured by his, melting into the kiss.

Thus began the beginnings of a your crush on your dearest friend.

——

log #3

age 17

You would describe yourself as a simple person. You were okay with taking things slowly, simply going with the flow.

You were okay with the thought of living a simple life within Sumeru city, in a neat little apartment close to your workplace, where you work a regular 9 to 5, before buying groceries from the nearby market and cooking dinner at home 6 times a week and buying takeout as a treat. 

You were okay with delegating weekends to be the cleaning days. The days specifically for laundry, dishwashing and general housekeeping. 

You were okay with it. It’s not like you hated the thought of it or anything. If nothing else, you’d even say you would love to have that kind of life, especially if there was a romantic partner in the picture.

“You know, I don’t really know what I really even want to do in the future.” You smile, propping yourself up on your elbows as you lifted your eyes, averting from the boring textbook in front of you. 

“Planning for your future already? How thoughtful of you.” The dry response from Alhaitham came quietly, attesting to your environment. In a quiet corner of the Akademiya’s library you both sat, Alhaitham having buried his nose in The Law of Elemental Reactions, by his side sat a stack of just as daunting book titles, your eyes quickly scanning the ones he’s picked out.

‘Academic Infringements of Rights, Case Studies of Anthropological Sites, Cultivation of-‘

Alhaitham was smart, and that is a given fact. Though even you get tuckered out from trying to absorb the entirety of one of those books, let alone the towering stack Alhaitham had picked out.

Noticing your gaze, he responded. “These are to simply pass the time as I wait for you.” 

“W-What? You don’t have to wait for me,” Your voice lowered to a whisper as you caught the glare of a librarian burning into the back of your head. “I don’t think I’ll be done anytime soon…”

You, as a responsible student of the Haravatat Darshan, had completely lost your translation essay.

You dug through your haversack over and over, stress rearing its ugly head as you felt your heart sink to the bottom of your chest. 

“No… No, this can’t be…” You were devastated. Absolutely downcast. You threw your bag to the floor as you rummaged through, anxiety-induced tears quietly gathering at the corner of your eyes.

You spent a lot of time on that paper. Within your lecture, each student had been assigned a new foreign language to translate a script of text into. It was worth at least a third of your grade for this semester.  And you were almost 100% sure you had filed it away safely into the confines of your bag.

You were anxious, starting to hyperventilate. Your breaths quickened as your heartbeat sped up. “Hai-Haitham, hah…” You fell onto your knees. Your head was pounding.

Why, oh why? Oh Greater Lord Rukkhadevata, you will pray everyday to her if it means finding this essay. If it means that you won’t fail, if it means you won’t disappoint yourself, if it means you won’t disappoint Father, if it means you won’t be seen as incompetent by Al-

“I found it.” Handing you your essay, he helped you up to your feet, gently grabbing your forearms and guiding you up as your eyes brightened up, face drooping in exuberant relief as you grabbed onto Alhaitham for support. 

”You did?! Where was it?!” Your relief was, however, soon betrayed as your eyes scanned the text.

This wasn’t your paper.

”Alhaitham… This… It’s due tomorrow, Haitham, you can’t-“

”No. This is yours. Take. It.” Alhaitham took your hands to grip around the essay, his own hands clasping over your own. “I’m more than exemplary when it comes to grades, I’m sure you’ll do well.” 

“Haitham…” Your eyes glazed over with tears as you threw your hands around him. Crying into his chest as you both stood in his bedroom, his arms wrapped tight around you as his hand stroked your back soothingly. 

“Thank you so much. Thank you. I love you. I love you so much Haitham.” Your eyes begin to water even more as you looked into those softened teal-orange ones.

“But you know that I would never accept this.” Your hands reach to cup his face, bringing him down to your eye-level. “Haitham,” You sigh. “You are very smart.”

”That means nothing to me.”

You chuckle. “For such a smart man, I wouldn’t think that you would give up your very own work for me.” Your thumbs smooth over the skin under his eyes. He could only stay silent as he relishes in your touch. Another whispered ‘thank you’ before you place a gratitude-filled peck upon his cheek.

His heart skips a beat.(He hopes you didn’t feel that.)

“I’ll redo it myself, Haitham.”

“Then, do allow me to help.”

(He followed you to the library.)

Thus, an all-nighter was pulled. 

(You treated Haitham to a drink of his choice, to the point of even stealing his wallet away when he attempted to sneakily pay for the both of you.) 

You were always thankful for the good health you were blessed with. Despite not being the most physically fit scholar, you would argue that you were one of the healthiest.

‘Healthy’ in a sense that you barely ever got sick.

Alhaitham on the other hand, was a whole different story. Growing up, your poor Haitham always had had a weak body constitution, easily catching illnesses and catching common colds left right and center despite his sanitary precautions. 

You would be glum on the days where he was declared bedridden and too ill to leave the house by Granny, often sending over pots of homemade congee and herbal broths stemming from Liyuen recipes over in hopes of helping him recover sooner. 

(Granny refused to let you into the house. “What if you caught Haitham’s nasty cold?!”)

“The ‘Get-well-soon’ bouquet was unnecessary. Spending mora on such unneeded expenses is only going to put a bigger hole in your wallet.” Pulling your cheeks as he grumbled on and on about your waste of precious expenses on him, that you could’ve saved up money for something you would prefer, that he should’ve been the one to buy-

What was that last sentence? You didn’t catch that under all the pain.

“Haithammmmm, thawt hurtssss!” You whine as you let him continuously pinch and pull at your face. It didn’t actually hurt of course, you were just trying to lighten up your grumpy friend. “And of cworse you nweed flowers, Haithwam!” Placing your hands over the ones settled on your face, you held them in place. “Plus, I read once that men only receive flowers for the first time when it’s their funeral! Totally blasphemous if you ask me, so don’t worry Haitham! I’ve prevented that from happening!”

Why were you so goddamn cute? With a face as stoic as ever, but ears burning red at the tips, Alhaitham just continued his abuse on your squishy face.

”Nwoooooo, stop! I won’t hwave mwy cheeks anymworeeeee!”

However, in this situation, you have no one to blame other than yourself. Staying late after school within the Akademiya’s library to catch up with lectures you totally didn’t understand with Alhaitham, you had both just finished a progressive study session when the sky soon darkened.

Uh oh. Silly little you forgot your umbrella. Again. Good going, champ.

“You should’ve checked the weather forecast.” Alhaitham pulled out a sleek, dark green umbrella. It was plain, with no designs on it to set it apart from other umbrellas if he ever lost it. 

(Not that he will, but you wholeheartedly believe that even your ever responsible Haitham will mess up one day!) 

It greatly contrasted the pastel one you owned, with its cute designs and bright colours, you could easily identify it even when it has been stolen! 

(Not that that would matter now, considering you had gone and left it at home.)

”So….” You cleared your throat, fixing your green beret and dusting off your clothes as you faced Alhaitham with glittering eyes. “Remember that time you made me cry when we were younger?”

”Guilt-tripping, huh? What exactly rubbed you the wrong way today?” A smirk on his face as he looked down upon you. 

“Oh? Nothing much, just that my prince in shining Akademiya robes has yet to save me from this dreadful rain! Oh, when will a savior wielding a mighty umbrella come to my aid!” Your hand flew to your forehead for dramatic effect, as you slumped against a pillar.

”And I’ll give you a massage.”

”Deal.”

The walk back was eventful, full of chatter and laughter on your end. You would point out the highlights of your day, the fight to stay awake in class, what you had for lunch-

Despite you pointing out all little details you noticed throughout your day, you failed to notice wet shoulder Alhaitham was getting. He leaned the umbrella closer towards you, ensuring that you were dry, protecting you from the rain. He didn’t care that he was getting wet, as long as you were comfortable.

(How didn’t you notice that sooner?)

A sneeze caused Alhaitham to bolt from his lying position on the bed. Dressed down in his shirt and boxers, he was in absolute hell.  His body was cold when out of the duvet, but when he huddled under it, he was feeling far. Too. Hot.

He drank another sip of water. Granny wouldn’t be able to be back until evening. He had to get through this. He could. But why does everything ache? Why does your hand soothe him so much when you place it against his forehead?

”Haitham… I’m so sorry…! I should’ve noticed your robes were getting wet-!” You were feeling so, so guilty. 

“No… It’s not, ack, your fault.” Alhaitham sniffled out. Oh, how he wishes Granny hadn’t called you over to take care of him. He looks far from the capable, stoic version of his usual self.

Archons, this was embarrassing.

”Wait- Do you- do you want me to leave? You are absolutely burning up, please go to sleep, Haitham…!” Your whisper-yelled, removing your hand from his forehead. “I’ll go make you some of my congee, you haven’t eaten today.”

”You… You’re leaving?”

”Hm? To make you some food, Haitham.” You continued to whisper, moving off the seat to begin your trek to the kitchen.

”…don’t go… Stay…” His hand reached out from under the sheets, grasping the air for you.

Oh, archons. Alhaitham was so cute when he was sick.

You pet his hair, holding his hand and soothing him to close his eyes.

”Hehe, it’ll only be for a little while, Haitham.”

”You’ll… Come back?” His usually deep voice was now so soft sounding, so gentle. Like he would break if you even prodded him too much.

”Of course,” You cooed. “I’ll be back real soon.”

Alhaitham awoke to the smell of ginseng. You sat at his bedside, a serving tray placed upon his desk as you held a serving bowl in your hands. 

“Hello, Haitham” You murmured gently. “I’m back, as promised. Can you eat?”

Yes. He could eat. He was absolutely starving, but, he was also feeling weak. Feeling weak means he had lost his inhibitions temporarily, the logic holding back his heart’s desire has been unlocked.

His eyes glanced towards you, donning Granny’s pink apron as you held a bowl out towards him.

”…Feed me.” What in Teyvat was wrong with him? What did he just request?! He was almost a grown man- He can feed himself-!

“Ohhhh! You’re so demanding and needy when you’re sick! Of course, Haitham!”

He was mentally fighting himself the first time the spoon gently prodded at his lips, eyes averting themselves quickly to avoid your sweet gaze as he opened his mouth, taking the first bite. Each spoonful was fed to him with so much love and care. Your cooing after he successfully finished the bowl had him feeling warm and mushy inside. Alhaitham adjusted himself against the pillow, breaths getting less heavy as he felt more energy return to him.

Pressing the back of your palm against his forehead as you leaned in closer, you attempted to gauge his current body temperature.

Archons. You were so incredibly close to him. Please stay right here. Stay close to him. Keep your hand on him. Keep watching him. Only him.

”Oh, it’s definitely went down now! Congrats, Alhaitham, you’re getting better!” You attempted to pull away, to create more distance between you and your crush. 

He pulled you onto the bed with him. Encircling you in his arms, his grip tightened.

”…Stay.” 

Oh my archons. If this was how he usually acted when sick, you never want him to get better.

You sit up, still having his arms wrapped around your waist. You grab his face, slightly pinching the red cheeks. (Was this red from his fever or was he just blushing? He won’t ever let you know.)

”Haitham, I’ll get sick too, you know.”

”Then… You can spend more time with me here…”

Oh. Oh. So cute. Your heart really was gonna burst.

”Are you sleepy, Haitham?”

”Mmm…” His grip around you loosened a little.

”Then go to sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

”…Promise?”

”Promise!” You interlaced your fingers with his. “I’ll keep holding your hand like this to let you ensure that I’m here.”

(Alhaitham woke up with you huddled into his chest. The lights were off and you had a blanket draped over you.)

(Granny definitely saw the both of you.)

——

log #4

age 21

Operation: Get Alhaitham to forgive you for being a horrible person!

Honestly, the guilt has been eating at you since you’ve been ‘forgiven’ by him. On what basis did you even deserve this? 

None. You were simply a terrible person throughout, running from your issues and using the ones the cared about you most.

At least you were self-aware.

(As if that was enough for someone to forgive you for all the bad you’ve done.)

You sighed, poking at your Aaru mixed rice as you thought about ideas.

Monetary gifts of high value? No, his salary is way higher than yours, and he could definitely afford whatever he wants at any given moment.

Apologetic flowers? Sure, but he’s already been giving you bouquet after bouquet of flowers every week. 

(Strangely, these bouquets have an unusual assortment of flowers within them. Mixed with sweet flowers, cecilias, padisarahs and dandelions and even more. It was definitely a strange assortment.

Upon questioning the strange arrangement, Alhaitham’s ears were bright red as he tried to keep a straight face. 

“I… Ahem. I grew them.” He coughed out, averting his gaze towards the now stupendously intriguing sentence he had been rereading ever since you walked into fray.

”…how did you grow so many all at once…? Sumeru’s climate is suitable for most species of flowers- but regional specific ones like these dandelions are-

He coughs yet again, or it sounded more like he desperately trying to clear his throat?

His brilliant mind could come up with a million different excuses. Oh, he picked them while on a short trip to the forest. A florist was having a clearance sale on their flowers. Kaveh had a few spare flowers leftover from his next project-

He could go on and on, but when it’s you, he blanks out. Plus, being honest with you was one of the key factors to being a good future partner, no matter the shame that came along with it.

“My- Vision. The flowers popped up whenever I thought of you.” His hand latched over his mouth as he felt his face grow hot. “I… Thought it was only appropriate for me to gift them to the one who occupies my mind.”

Now you were the one blushing, a moment of vulnerability of Alhaitham’s had turned into yours. How does he be so smooth with his words?

“Oh… That’s… That’s really cute… Thank you.”)

There was no way you could match up to that level of thoughtfulness behind your own bouquets. 

Should you offer him your bod- No. You slap your own cheeks, startling the silver-haired man sitting before you as you attempted to come back to your senses.

“Are you okay? I would advise you against hitting your own face. I am not comfortable with seeing you hurt.”

His reaction was immediate, hand reaching forth to stroke your red cheeks, his eyebrows furrowed in worry as his gaze of concern pierced directly into your heart. 

Oh, Archons save you.

Was it possible for you to get so red you’ll explode? Possibly. Alhaitham was so handsome that it was hard to even function properly with those eyes staring directly at you.

You immediately darted your eyes away, taking great interest in your food as your eyes flitted towards his own, half-eaten sandwich.

Was that all he was having today? For such a large man, he sure is holding back today. Usually, you’d see him eating much larger portions of protein to supplement the sheer muscle mass he possessed.

Your eyes looked between his food and your own.

An idea. An idea that required a great deal of your nonexistent confidence. 

“Um- Alhaitham…?”

”Hmm?” He replied, eyes still concentrated on your red cheeks as his fingers grazed your soft skin, attempting to soothe the irritated red patches. 

“Would you um-, like some of my food?” The last few words got stuck in your throat, barely audible to the man had he not have been listening so intently to you.

His eyes widened in surprise, heart momentarily skipping a beat. Are you kidding him? Of course, yes! Yes! He would love to eat some of your food, especially if-

“No, my food is perfectly adequate for my dietary needs.” 

Oh. Mission failed. Better luck next time? Your shoulders visibly slumped at your failure of a plan, a frown slowly etching onto your face as you fought to show a smile.

Ah. You should’ve known.

- -

Internally, Alhaitham was tearing at locks of his hair in frustration. He had said that out of habit, out of pure instinct. 

Many a times had some of his colleagues invited him out for a small lunch gathering, despite his slightly frustrated rejections, they managed to slip him into their group outings once or twice. 

And more often than not, female and male colleagues alike would notice how attractive the stoic scribe was. Seeing him from afar was not thing, but sitting up close to him? A whole different standard of beauty was met.

From the tight shirt obscured by his coat hiding the ripples of muscle underneath, his attractive facial structure and his gorgeously intense eyes all paired off with his apathetic nature shrouded him in mystery.

And anyone would have to be the world’s most deceitful, blind or a decent mixture of both to say that was not attractive in the least.

However, upon attempting to grow closer to the scribe, he would shut himself off, giving curt, blunt answers to keep a respectable distance between the individual attempting to curry his favour. Be it man or woman, Alhaitham was unfazed to their less than savory methods of subtle seduction, telling them to knock it off at point blank or physically removing himself from the situation when they grated too much on his thinning patience.

But you. 

You were different. You weren’t a stranger. You weren’t annoying to him in the slightest. Sure, your attempts at trying to flirt with him can only be described as plain awkward, but you certainly had your charm. You were no longer trying to avoid him.

His eyes followed you, internally devastated at himself for denying your offering.

(You could’ve been feeding him right this moment if he hadn’t had that stupid, stupid habit ingrained into him.)

He needs to fix this. Now.

He coughs, marking the page swiftly and tucking the book away as his arms laid on the table. 

“I suppose- A small bite wouldn’t hurt.”

Your body straightened in an instance, happily scooping a hearty serving as you moved to pass the spoon into the scholar’s hand. To your surprise, he grabbed at your arm, maneuvering the utensil to land in his mouth. (With you still holding it?!?)

Wha-What? Did you just- Feed… him?

Alhaitham had soon manually removed your spoon, due to you being, frankly, too stunned to move. That hot blush encompassing your entire face to the tips of your ears had made it obvious to his effects on you.

And Alhaitham was proud of it. No longer did he feel embarrassed having done that, if that flustered you, it was all worth it.

He chewed, swallowing the rather tasty morsel of food in his mouth. 

“Delicious. Though, I suppose you should add more chili flakes next time.”

Getting a taste of your cooking will always be the best treat to him. 

- -

Phase 2! Show something heartfelt to prove your sincerity!

What could possibly be more sincere than making the scribe handmade treats? He seemed to enjoy the bites of your lunch you would give him sometimes, so what harm could possibly come from this?

You stirred and mixed, going by pure instinct and feeling for your little baking escapade. Though, one extra thing you would need to make the perfect pastry would be one simple thing: love.

You had an abundance of it, keeping the ones you adored close to your heart. 

But… Alhaitham- Or, your Haitham was- is different. Your relationship was blurring the lines between close friends and an actual couple, the only barrier being your hesitance, your fear.

You didn’t like getting hurt. And sweet Alhaitham, he had always been patient. Waiting for you, promising you that he would always be right by your side.

You didn’t know if the ‘love’ you felt for him was those akin to the sweet sappy childhood first love, or the sensual satisfaction he could bring you. You knew, knew you were being selfish, making him wait like this. 

But, but, but. Your deepest desire was only to embrace him, allow him to feel all these overflowing feelings from your chest whenever you were around him. Hoping, praying he would help you understand all these unsaid emotions. 

- -

Maybe giving him treats was a mistake. You watched Alhaitham sigh as he lugged a small paper bag of treats onto one of his couches. Grimacing at the sheer amount of assorted treats falling out of the bag.

Hiding the the caneles that you had baked behind you, you peeked your head out from the corner.

”What’s with all the treats?”

Alhaitham held his head, plopping onto his sofa as he slumped into the soft cushions.

“Some of the younger students of the Akademiya gave them to me today.”

Oh. Maybe you shouldn’t have baked today afterall. 

“Are you going to… Y’know- Eat them?”

He pondered your question momentarily. “I suppose it would be rude not to.” He paused, turning to look at you. “Care to join me?”

“Ah- I wouldn’t- I’m kinda… Busy right now?”

Alhaitham scrutinized you, and the way you were nervously shifting around, hands held behind your back.

”What’s wrong?”

”Huh? Uh… Nothing?”

”Something is clearly wrong if you’re being so shifty. Are you holding something?”

”No!” Ah, ah, ah. Lying is bad. “Okay- Fine, yes.”

You timidly scooted over to the couch, presenting your neatly wrapped, cute little pack of baked treats.

“I… Made this for you today…” You shyly stuttered out, before quickly trying to retract your hands.

”But! Since you already have so many- Let me just-“ You sheepishly tried to pull them away, but the ‘feeble’ scholar, with unnaturally fast reflexes, caught your hands, gently tugging the bag away and into his hands.

”I’ll eat them.”

”You don’t have to if you don’t want to-“

He wasn’t listening, already undoing the cute ribbon and taking a rather large bite out of your creation. You sunk down onto the couch beside him, observing him as he chewed and tasted it. 

“So… How is it?”

Alhaitham remained silent, only to continuously eat your baking. He absolutely inhaled your creation, leaving not even a single crumb left, as you looked on, shocked.

”It was wonderful. Thank you.”

- -

Phase 3! Uh… Apologise?

”I’m sooo sorry!” You cried into his shoulder.

Currently, you were sat snugly upon Alhaitham’s lap, his arms cradling your drunken form as you weeped your apologies into his shoulder.

”I-I’m such a bad friend! I hurt you so much!” You sniffled even more, crying as your arms wrapped around the man’s shoulders.

You had both agreed to drink together within the confines of his home. Never did the scribe expect for you to be such a… Lightweight.

One glass in, you words were starting to slur.

Another glass was all it took for you to suddenly climb onto him, straddling him as you stared so sultrily into his eyes before you-

Broke down in tears?

He awkwardly patted at your back. 

You haven’t been so close to him so… willingly before. It felt nice.

”I wanna say sorry… Did I say sorry…? I’m sorry, Haitham!”

”You don’t have to apologise, I’ve already-“ Pause. His eyes snapped towards your clouded ones. “What did you just call me…?”

You smiled, bright, cheerful and full of adoration. “Haitham…?” 

Oh. Oh no. His heart was going to implode on itself. 

“Haithammmmm!! Why are you so red?! You look like- hic! A cute little hic- Harra fruit… hehe!”

You continuously shifted around on his lap, pulling and poking at his face as you giggled and ruffled his hair. “You’re sooooo squishy!” 

“(name). I implore you… Please stop moving around so much…”

”You’re not- Hic! Squishy enough yetttt!” You pinched at his cheeks, leaving a kiss on his forehead as you continued your alcohol-riddled goal of ‘teddyifying’ the scribe, to make him more suitable for cuddles.

Should he hold you down…? If he did, the growing ‘problem’ would become too large to handle.

His hands hesitantly shifted up to hold your hips. This was the lesser of the two evils.

You pouted, hands halting in their movements to press at his face. 

“Oh? Hugs?” You were in gleeful bliss.

”Hugs!” You unceremoniously wrapped your arms around the man, holding him close, holding him tight. Directly pressing his face into your chest due to your positioning. 

You were going to be the death of him.

Operation: Success?

——

log #-

age ???

“Hm…”

You hummed, tracing your fingers over taut skin of your boyfriend’s chest, whilst your lips were kept busy, kissing over the corners of his mouth. Sitting in his lap, you were over the moon at being given the chance to be able to feel him up. 

On the morning of the weekend, you had bounded over to the lax man that was sitting upright in his bed, book in his hands and earpieces, surprisingly, not slotted into his ears. It was a rarity that his roommate, Kaveh would be out of the house. As such, Alhaitham could enjoy a few hours of peace and quiet, listening only to the sounds of your tittering around his home, and calling out his name oh so sweetly as you call him over to the kitchen to sample the lunch you were making as you fed him with your chopsticks or spoon fed him some soup.

(“So is it any good?”

“Anything you make is good, dear. Delicious as always.”

You puffed out your cheeks in annoyance. “Haitham! I won’t ever improve my cooking if all you do is compliment me!”

“It is actually delicious, my de-“

A pout coupled with narrowed eyes. Another scoop poured into the small serving dish held out towards him.

He takes another taste. 

“A little more salt would suffice, darling.”)

Alhaitham is adamant on making you stay over as often as he can to spend more time with you. On nights, he would ensure that he was distracting you enough with tempting offers of new light novels that had just been released, ‘pretending’ to fall asleep with his arms wound tightly around you, ‘startling’ awake when you would even breathe a little too hard, to playing dirty and tiring you to exhaustion after an intense tumbling in bed. 

(He wonders just why you haven’t decided to just move in with him yet.)

You had crawled onto his lap, maybe a bit too excitedly, not noticing that you were brushing over certain, well, more sensitive areas. Comfortably seated upon one of his strong, rather large thigh, your intentions started off rather innocent.

Twirling locks of his hair between your fingers, squishing his face in your hands, leaving kisses trailing from his forehead, to the tip of the nose, to his left cheek, to behind his ear, down to the column of his neck. You were mouthing at his throat, playful and teasing as you kissed and sucked on the exposed skin.

”(name)…” A hand reaches up to hold the back of your head in place, preventing you from going further. “Please,” A sharp intake of air as he felt you leave another kiss. “Stop…” He sounded out in slightly breathy pants, the tips of his ears blushing a bright red as the other hand that had been lazily placed on your hip tightened slightly. 

You pouted. “Sorry, Haitham…” Cooing, you stroked his cheek. “You just looked so cute.” You laid your head against his chest, eyes glittering as you stared into his eyes.

You’ve got him entranced, and you knew it. The blush apparent on his face, all the way to the tip of his ears and grimace of fake annoyance on his face confirmed it. 

Alhaitham sighs, not being able to resist the look in your eye. He loosened his hold on you, slumping back against the pillow, body going slack. All whilst bringing you down with him.

Now longer on his lap, you were laying directly on top of him. You both let yourselves revel in the moment, physically close and hearts full of adoration and love.

Until Alhaitham felt a hand slide under his shirt, prodding at his chiselled abdomen. Ah. You were starting again.

Your hands felt like they were absolutely everywhere. Squeezing his biceps, trailing over his triceps, down to his hips. Your mouth wasn’t doing innocent either, now knowing that his upper body was off limits, you were entertaining yourself using his pectorals. Biting, and leaving marks littered throughout his built chest. 

He felt your hand reach up to squeeze one of his pecs, letting out a slight groan at your touch. You continued to squeeze, a huff of exasperation leaving you. Alhaitham met your eyes, arm now wrapped around your waist, holding you closer to him as he tilted his head in question.

Your brows furrowed. “It’s just,” Hand still on his pec, you squeeze again. “Why do your boobs feel bigger than mine?” 

You weren’t looking at him anymore, but you could definitely feel him rolling his eyes at you. 

“Dearest, I do not have breasts.”

”Honey, if these aren’t your manboobs,” Another squeeze. “I don’t know what they are.” 

He lets out a sigh in defeat. You certainly made the weirdest comments at inappropriate times. You giggle at his baffled self, head now cuddling itself between his pecs. 

“I still love them very much, Haitham.”

”More than you love me?”

”Hmm… Depends on the day then. These,” You nuzzle closer into his chest. “These do not leave their books in piles on the floor and cause me to trip.” 

Alhaitham brings his arm up to your nape, resting itself over it as the other stays over your waist, just above your posterior. He presses a kiss against your forehead.

”I’ve already apologised, dear.”

”Apologies don’t fix the bruise on my knee.”

Ah, whatever will he do with you. One moment you were kissing all over his body, giving him the love he needs from you, the next you were pouting about his habit of leaving books scattered throughout his home. 

You crawl up slightly, wiggling to loosen his hold on you so that you were face to face with him. “How about this, Haitham.” Your hands cup his face. “You make dinner for us and Kaveh tonight,” A kiss to his jaw. “And I’ll forgive you.”

”And you’ll stay the night?” The hopefulness in his voice was so cute.

”Mmhm.” 

You leaned forwards for another kiss, this time pressing your lips directly against his as he reciprocated in kind.

——

final log

2:33 am

In your post-coital bliss, you could hardly move. You were laying on your back, bites littering your skin as you heaved from exhaustion. Your back was sore, your legs felt heavy and the various marks left on you were beginning to sting as the high of pleasure wore off.

You whined out in your hoarse voice, doing your best to sit up against the propped up pillow in search of your husband. 

Just where was he? 

You could swear you felt him supporting your limp body after you had nearly passed out from the ecstasy of pleasure, his hands gripping your hips as his face buried itself into the crook of your neck. His hips were stilled, letting out a groan as he pushed himself against you, trying to get impossibly closer to you as he-

Ugh, you were sore just thinking about it. It wasn’t long before you heard the quiet click of the door, your husband, in his shirtless glory, back decorated with scratches and little marks throughout his neck and chest, while holding a glass of water and a pain relief pill. He knew you needed it.

As you hungrily drank down the glass of water, with Alhaitham supporting your back and holding the glass to your lips for you, he observed your tired form.

“Do you need a shower?”

You shook your head, too fatigued to currently respond with your hoarse voice. He stroked your head, leaving and returning swiftly with a small bowl of warm water and a soft cloth.

He pulled you closer to him, holding your nude form in his lap as he began with your face, and down to your neck, kissing at every mark and bruise he had left during your session. 

His breath hitched in his throat, eyes travelling your bruised body as he gently wiped you down, ridding you of the sweat and fluids as your body leaned against him. He gently pushed you back, giving you a sweet kiss to your forehead, to your nose and finally, to your oh so cute, kissable lips. 

Pressing his mouth against yours, you tried your best to reciprocate this sudden deep kiss of his. You pulled back, desperate for air as a string of saliva connected your once molding mouths.

A moment passes by as you both stare into each other’s eyes. Unable to resist the lovesick look in your eyes, Alhaitham leaned down to nip at the column of your throat.

“Noooooo…! Ngh, Haitham- Ah! I’m too sore…!”

”Please, darling. Just one more.” A kiss against your cheek. “You look too irresistible right now.”

7:04am

”Stayyyyyy- Don’t leave me, Haitham…” 

“Let go. I have to.”

”Noooooooo…! If you love me you’ll stay!”

Alhaitham sighs, “I already skipped my morning workout for you, dear.” He presses a kiss to your forehead as his hands glide across your naked back. So soft, so warm. How could he ever leave the comforts of his bed and embrace of his partner?

Unfortunately, work doesn’t solve itself. (Much to his dismay.) He unlatches himself from you as your hands clawed for the now empty space. He outplayed you.

You pout as you watch your handsome husband search for his work clothes, begrudgingly getting up as well. 

At least you can enjoy the view of your husband getting into the shower.

8:12am

“Haitham, you’re going to stain your books.” 

“‘’M not, I’m careful.” He retorts with a mumble as he, now carefully places down his mug of bitter coffee and shutting the book after marking the page.

(He knew you were right.)

He takes a bite of the jam-covered toast, nodding his head in appreciation and feeling his heart warm as you set down a plate of sliced zaytun peaches, assembled in a heart shape with an egg done over easy in the middle.

”Thank you, dearest.” 

“All for you, honey!” You grin, leaning down and pecking his temple.

His chair scoots ever closer to yours when you settle down with your own plate. 

8:31am

Alhaitham hums in content as he feels you place another kiss on his face. His back was hunched, face leaned down to your level as you peppered kiss after kiss on him. 

From his hair, to his forehead, his eyes, to his nose, both cheeks-

“You missed a spot.” 

“Hmm~? I think you’ve had more than enough now though.” You teased, cupping his face in both your hands as you stared lovingly into equally lovesick teal-orange eyes. 

Alhaitham huffs. Brows furrowing as he narrowed his eyes, his hands finding purchase on your hips and pulling you closer towards him. 

“‘s not enough…” He mumbled, barely above a whisper as his eyes averted away in bashfulness. 

“Haitham, are you pouting?”

”No.” He was now stubbornly trying to turning his head away.

You giggled, before giving in to his demands. Tilting his chin towards you, before peppering his jaw and lips with as many smooches as possible. “Mwah! I’m sorry, mwah, dear! Forgive, mwah, me, okay?”

The red tinted his face, from the tips of his ears to the swell of his cheeks.

 “I will if you kiss me again.”

“You’re gonna be late.”

”I’m never late.”

10:47am

And so, here he was, 1 hour and 47 minutes into work. Stacks upon stacks of paperwork. Another bothersome document to read through. Another signature needed. 

Another boring day to go through, and another 6 hours and 13 minutes before he could finally get off work and go home to you.

What exactly would you be doing now? Did you go back to sleep? He hopes you were getting enough rest. Perhaps you were cleaning the kitchen with the new cleaner he bought? You’ve been complaining about the stains in the kitchen lately. Or, were you within your shared closet, trying out different outfits? You tended to show him both the bad and good ones you’ve pulled together, giggling and asking for his opinion.

Whatever it was you were up to, it just made him miss you a whole lot more.

12:06am

Lunch time. Another period of free time he looks forward to, where he’s able to pull out a sturdy, sleek green lunchbox that was wrapped in a sickly cute cloth to keep it warm.  

He undid the neat little knot at the top, in search of the note you always leave in the lunches you lovingly prepared for him. Alhaitham decides that he definitely won’t make it through the day without your presence.

’Remember to drink more water today!!! I love you Haitham!! More than anything!! And stop frowning, you’ll get wrinkles! I’ll miss you, so come home soon!!’

It was cute. You were cute. The message written was sweet, your name signed at the bottom with various hearts drawn around it. Alhaitham let a smile creep its way onto his face, though he never spoke it, he always replied within his mind.

’I love you too.’

He folded the note and neatly tucked it into his pocket. It was gonna go into his collection. He definitely misses you more now.

5:15pm

”I’m home.” Silence. Alhaitham frowns, setting down his bag by the shoe cabinet as he took off his coat and kicked off his shoes.

The fifteen minutes he took to come home from work was already far too long! How could you not come to see him when all he’s been thinking about all day was you? Alhaitham felt betrayed.

He scoffed, clearing his throat and calling out once again, “I’m home.”

”I’m in the kitchen!” You emerged from the kitchen, not having heard him from the pair of soundproof earpieces lodged in your ear as you placed the pot of curry on the counter.

(A gift from Alhaitham. The earpieces, not the curry.)

“Archons, you won’t die if you aren’t greeted within seconds, Haitham.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around him as you tiptoed to press a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling away.

“I just will if you made me wait that long again.” He pulls you into a searing kiss, arms encircling your waist and pulling you ever closer to him. He reluctantly pulls away, choosing to bury his face into your neck. “I missed you.” 

You hummed, stroking his head. “Welcome home, Haitham.”

7:52pm

You waited near the bathroom, ensuring that you heard the sound of the shower starting, before you took your husband’s used clothing from the hamper.

You silently snuck into the laundry room, clothes worn by him today folded into a neat pile that was held right up against your chest. 

Cautiously checking that the showering was still running and hadn’t yet stopped, you released a breath you didn’t know that you were holding. 

Time for your nightly routine.

You placed the pile down by the laundry counter, holding up his shirt, staring lovingly at it before you closed your eyes and deeply inhaled the scent of your beloved partner.

Don’t get yourself wrong, you had always loved how Alhaitham’s scent, it was clean and refreshing, akin to a forest after a gentle rain shower. It was apparent in places his frequented, the couch, pillows, the clothing in his closet. However, it was something about the potency of the scent after they’ve been worn by him that drew you in, that made you sick with love.

You absolutely loved sniffing his used clothing before you washed them. They smelled divine.

You buried your face into his shirt, cuddling yourself into the article of clothing that had been absorbing his sweat the whole day. Unfortunately for you, you forgot to refill the shampoo today.

”Darling? I think we ran out of- What are you doing?”

You let out a squeak of surprise.

8:34pm

You gently rubbed the towel into his head, trying to wring out the wet droplets from his damp hair. Alhaitham sat upon the edge of your shared bed, eyes scanning the words of his book that was held in his lap as you continued your administrations.

All of a sudden, you stopped. Your arms wrapped around his waist from behind, taking this chance to feel up your muscular husband’s well contoured body. You buried your face into his neck, taking in his smell.

”What? Was the shirt not enough?” A tease. You narrowed your eyes.

”I’m just taking this chance to appreciate my beautiful husband~!”

”Sniffing my sweaty shirts and groping my abdominals are a form of strange appreciation then.” You could just hear the smirk in his voice. Oh, he was never going to let you live your recently discovered secret down.

You weren’t a creature of revenge. You never held grudges against others, nor do you wish suffering upon them. Though, just this once, punishment was in order. Punishment for the sleepless nights he gave you, punishment for making your body sore and punishment for teasing you.

”If you needed my used clothing so bad, I could- OW! Did you just- bite me?”

You had chomped down on the side of his neck, not hard enough to actually hurt, but hard enough to leave the light imprint of your teeth on him. 

“Oops! Sorry Haitham, you were just so cute sitting there that you made my cuteness aggression act up!”

10:30pm

You were barely awake, head atop on your husband’s shoulder as you both lay side by side on the bed, blanket lazily draped over your legs as both of your arms were wrapped around one of his. 

You weren’t exactly reading the book he held in his hands, but you were watching his face. 

Despite his lack of expressions, with eyes glued to his book, lips relaxed in a line and reading glasses atop his nose, he was so cute. You were definitely sure your husband was the most adorable when engrossed in his literature. 

And when he would avert his eyes from the words to meet your own gaze? That smile he would give you as he leaned down to kiss your forehead? Perfect. Your husband was arguably, if not, the best in the world. 

(In your opinion, that is. Not that you would choose to marry anyone else. Ever.)

Alas, it was a shame you weren’t able to stay up forever to watch your him. If you could, you would do away with sleep, choosing to spend the extra time you have to simply bask in the wonderful existence that was Alhaitham. 

“Are you feeling sleepy already, dear?”

You let out a tired hum, your hold around his arm loosening as your head fell onto your pillow.

Alhaitham shut his book, marking the page with the bookmark of a dried qingxin* flower.

(A gift you had made especially for him.)

Switching the lamp off, he laid down next to you, turning on his side and bringing you closer to him. A kiss on your forehead.

”I love you.” A confession of love whispered under the darkness that engulfed the room.

”I love you too.” Requited.

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In this life... (Pt. 1 ?)

Summary: Getting married and married life with Welt Yang, domestic, fluffy and wholesome hcs <3

The Proposal:

It took him a while to propose! Taking into consideration how much he's seen within his lifetime, he was very patient and methodical as to when he would be able to pop the question. It kept you on edge, but when time came down to it, it was more than worth it.

It was a private proposal, but extremely personalized and thoughtful gesture. He snuck in an extra scene in a preview of his new Arahato animation with just the two of you at the screening where the mechs shoot fireworks instead of rockets that spelled out the question into the stars.

Welt was so nervous about it the entire time on what you would say. While drafting out a plan, March and Himeko definitely teased him a little bit about the unique idea, but neither could contain their excitement for when it would happen.

When you said yes Welt couldn't believe what he was hearing, smiling fondly at you and barely able to contain his excitement. He holds your hand gently and presses soft kisses against your knuckles, swearing to you that you won't regret this as well as several other sweet promises to be the best husband he could be for you (and boy does he fulfill that promise).

Once word got out that you've said yes, March gave the idea to celebrate accompanied with a commemorative photo.

The Wedding:

Everything runs smoothly thanks to him.

It was a collective effort for the both of you to plan it, fulfilling as many wishes as you had on any possible wedding dreams you’ve had, while also combining it with some of his own!

He volunteers to do lots of the nitty gritty as to how those dreams were to be fulfilled, making the calls and scheduling, it takes off lots of pressures off your shoulder (bless him).

The venue would be on the space station, a beautiful display of the galaxy and well-decorated area. There would be ships that would help get various friends across the galaxy to arrive and watch you two get married and to celebrate!

His vows are very sweet, the kind that’ll pull not only your heart strings but the audience’s as well, every word carrying it’s weight in gold.

March is wailing at this point.

The reception to the two of you was such a blur. Both of you were in a collective daze over the fact you were married, and your dreams made you question if what just occurred was a mere dream, too.

Yet waking up to a peacefully slumbering Welt, your now husband, was an indication that this was as real as it gets.

The Life:

Welt is such husband material;;

Even before you two were married, he already starts calling you his spouse, his lovely wife/husband before the day even comes <3.

Lays awake at night talking about all the sweet and domestic things to happen in the future, adopting any pets, possibilities of children to raise together.

Welt wakes up earlier than you without fail, and you wake up every morning to the smell of freshly brewed coffee/tea wafting in the bedroom that he prepares for you, ready for the second you wake up.

It’s his way of waking you up gently if you have places to be <3

Some days he’ll wait for you in the kitchen reading up on some past history studies or comic books just so he can share a nice morning with you before he has to do any sort of work.

“How did you sleep last night, honey?” “I hope it’s not too early for you” “Any thoughts for dinner later tonight? I was thinking of going on a grocery run later in the day” “We could go and see a new movie together. It’s about…”

Welt wants to spend as much time with you as possible as your husband. He wants to make sure you’re feeling loved and cared for every second you’re together <33. Now that he doesn’t do as much of the adventuring as he did years prior, all he has is time, and is intent on spending it all with you.

There was one time where Welt was running late for a task at hand and he was rushing to get out of the house. He managed to do everything he needed for you but forgot to dress for the bad weather he had to greet him.

“Wait, dear, you forgot your scarf!” once you manage to stop him by tugging at his coat sleeve, you quickly wrap his token scarf loosely around his neck and messily draping over his shoulders.

Such a simple act of kindness and Welt was absolutely smitten. He gives you a small peck on the lips, not having much time to thank you before bolting off to work.

Welt started leaving behind his scarf on purpose so you could help him with it. It felt like an act of endearment, although he’d never admit it he forgot on purpose until you just wordlessly figure it out on your own.

“Oh, honey… you could easily do this yourself, you know.”

“But like all things in my life, my love, it’s much more fun with you.”

#welt yang x reader #welt yang #hsr #hsr fluff #honkai star rail #hsr imagines #welt x you #hsr welt #hsr x you #hsr x reader #x reader #honkai star rail fluff #honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail welt #I LOVE DILFS AGAGAGA #honkai star rail x reader #hoyoverse #welt x reader

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Hey, congrats on over 1.2k followers! This isn’t from the prompt list, but could you use the prompt “be a good girl and spread your legs” with Santiago Garcia (and if possible, use Daddy kink + Creampie as well)? Love your writing 🥰

hello??? omg daddy!santi i literally can't breathe rn,, i want him to take care of me bestie and I think he would so well,,, honestly i think that he's def one of those guys that's like "i'm gruff and angsty but i'll do anything for my girl" he is such daddy material thank you for the prompt bestie i hope you like this

A Night Like This

(Tags: Santiago "Pope" Garcia x Reader, daddy kink, fem!reader, unprotected piv, dom/sub dynamics, oral m&f recieving)

Santi knows what the night is going to look like the moment you stumble through the door of your shared home, your face flushed and eyebrows furrowed. There’s a fire behind the tiredness in your eyes, a lingering anger from your day at work that you usually make an effort to leave behind before you get home. But sometimes, he knows, circumstances can’t be helped. 

Santi knows this, he knows you. He understands what you need right now, he’s seen it before. His wife is beautiful, intelligent, independent, but you need to be taken care of sometimes, even when you refuse it.

“Welcome home, baby,” he murmurs, capturing you in his arms while you nestle your head into his broad chest.

“Daddy?” you whisper. It’s a short question of permission, an unspoken please take care of me that Santi is all too eager to follow.

“Yeah, baby? You want daddy tonight?” He says, stroking a hand down your back and relishing in how you shiver under his touch. Needy. Fucking desperate.

“Please.”

Santi doesn’t need you to ask twice. He pulls your body toward him, rough and unforgiving. “Alright baby. I want you to take off your clothes and go kneel by our bed, okay? Can you do that for me?” You nod quickly, but it’s not good enough for Santi. A gentle grip around your jaw, he forces your eyes to meet his. “You know I need words, sweet girl.”

“Yes, daddy, I can do that,” you mumble, and Santi smiles at you softly.

“Good girl,” he says, and your knees nearly buckle right then and there. He pecks you quickly on the lips before nudging you toward the bedroom, a not-so-subtle command that you are more than happy to follow.

It doesn’t take long for you to strip yourself bare and get into position at the edge of the bed, kneeling quietly while you wait for Santi. He always gives you more time than you need, not wanting to have to punish you if he can help it. Of course, there are the nights that you need to be punished, that you purposefully strip extra slow, that you lay on the bed instead of kneeling beside it. Those nights live behind your eyelids, in your dreams; scathing memories of red handprints on your ass and Santi refusing to let you cum burned into your soul. Those nights are wonderful, painful and real, but you don’t want to be punished tonight. 

No, tonight you want to be good for Santi, for your daddy. You want to follow all of the rules, make him proud of you. You want him to pet your hair and give you his tongue and fingers and cock and make you cum until tears are dripping down your cheeks and your voice is hoarse from screaming. You want to be the best you can possibly be, a good girl for your daddy.

You resist the urge to look at Santi when you hear your bedroom door open and close, knowing what awaits you. You know that Santi is stripped bare, just like you are, but while you feel vulnerable and delicate, Santi radiates heat and dominance above you, strong and unyielding.

“Perfect job, baby,” he says into the quiet of the room. “You look so pretty for me, princesa.” He crosses in front of you to sit on the bed, and you finally allow yourself to rake your eyes over the expanse of his body. His strong shoulders looming over you, his broad chest, littered with dark hairs. His stomach, softer after years of marriage and eating many meals together without the threat of being shipped off on another mission. His thighs, thick and hairy, spread beside your head. And his cock, god, his cock. It stands hard and huge and dripping just before your mouth, practically begging for your touch. 

“Go ahead, baby,” he says, noting your flushed cheeks and pupils blown wide with arousal. “Suck daddy’s cock.”

You surge forward in an instant, capturing the tip in your hot mouth and reveling in Santi’s choked gasp of surprise. You sink down slowly, taking the time to run your tongue over every vein with every inch. He’s thick and musky on your tongue, his precum salty in the back of your throat, and you can already feel everything drifting away, your eyes fluttering shut.

Santi winds a hand into your hair as he watches you sink down onto him, your pretty mouth hot and sticky wet around his cock. It never fails to make him throb, the way the tension seeps out of your shoulders while your lips stretch around him. So pretty, so needy and good for him. “Gonna start moving now, okay sweetheart?” You moan softly and nod around his cock, not wanting to drag yourself off him, but thankfully, Santi doesn’t make you. He uses his grip in your hair to drag you back, before forcing you just as quickly back down until the tip budges against the back of your throat. You moan again, the vibrations moving up Santi’s spine in overwhelming pleasure.

He uses you like a fucking toy, dragging your hot mouth up and down while your nails dig into his thighs. You feel far away, so far, in a world where there’s only this room, where there’s only you and Santi and Santi’s cock in your mouth. You focus on breathing through your nose as Santi nudges himself down the length of your throat, whispering little praises of “Mierda, sweetheart, so fucking hot and tight, shit.”

Santi doesn’t realize he’s about to cum until his cock is already throbbing with his impending orgasm. You’re already too far gone, happy to suck and lick at him for hours, but when you look so pretty and good and soft for him, Santi knows he can’t last. It takes every ounce of strength for him to drag your mouth away from him, the length of him slapping heavily against his thigh while you look up at him, your eyes drooping and mouth messy with your spit. Santi has no idea how someone can look both sweet and fucking sinful at the same time.

“Get on the bed, princesa,” he murmurs at you, and you blink slowly at him before standing on shaky legs and moving to lay yourself back on the sheets. You look edible, Santi thinks as he moves to loom over your shaky body. You look at him like he’s hung the moon and the stars for you, and though he would, in a heartbeat, it still shocks him to the core how much you trust him, how much you love him. The look in your eyes always makes Santi’s heart beat harder in his chest, makes his skin buzz. He’d do anything for you.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for Daddy, baby,” he murmurs, placing his hands on your knees to press them apart. Your pussy is positively dripping, red and puffy for him. Your cheeks burn as you realize how wet you truly are; your thighs feel sticky and you can feel your wetness dripping down your slit onto the bed sheets below. But Santi’s pupils are blown wide, his tongue licking absentmindedly at his plush lips.

“What do you want, baby?” he asks, even though he already knows what you want. You both know. But Santi wants you to ask.

“Daddy,” you whine, but Santi shushes you, kissing at the insides of your thighs. So close, and yet, so terribly far.

“What baby?” 

“I want, fuck, want you to eat my pussy, Daddy. Please?” you mumble. You would be embarrassed, except for the fact that Santi doesn’t give you any time to be ashamed as he dives into your dripping cunt like a man starved. The slurping of his tongue into your soaked slit is obscene, but you can barely hear it, too drowned out by your own whines and cries. Your hands grip Santi’s hair, keeping him glued to your pussy, as if he’d want to be anywhere else. He licks into your throbbing entrance, thrusting his tongue as deep inside you as he can, before moving up to latch onto your clit. He sucks hard, and your body lurches up in response, choking on air.

“Daddy, daddy, oh fuck, oh God,” you mumble incoherently, barely able to remember your own name. Santi eats your pretty cunt like he’ll never get the chance to do it again, licking and sucking on your clit as one of his hands leaves your thighs to sink two fingers into you. Your walls flutter with your heartbeat, overwhelmed and stuttering.

Your head thrashes against the soft sheets as Santi spreads his fingers apart and stretches you open oh-so-slowly. His fingers are thicker than yours, calloused and pressing into your sticky walls. 

He uses his strong arms to keep your twitching hips on the bed as he continues to suck feverishly at your clit, moaning softly into your cunt as you whine for him.

“Daddy, please, please fuck me,” you manage to choke out, tears starting to leak down your cheeks. “Gonna, fuck, I’m gonna cum Daddy. Don’t wanna- don’t wanna cum without your cock in me.” Even to your own ears, you sound pathetic and wrecked. 

Santi finds it in himself to pull away from your pretty clit for just a moment to grunt out, “Go ahead and cum, sweet girl. I’ll give you my cock, but only if you cum for me.”

With his permission and his fingers still driving harshly into your sopping pussy, it doesn’t take long at all for you to gush hard over Santi’s mouth and fingers, your stomach cramped up and thighs twitching. Santi watches in awe, enraptured by the sight of your writhing body. 

“Good girl,” he mumbles against you, and you can only sob in response. With a last little kiss to your sensitive clit, he rises over you again, bracing an arm over your head while the other grabs at his cock. You flinch away, too sensitive when he rubs the sticky tip against your entrance, but Santi just kisses you, slowly and deliberately, as he sinks in.

“Don’t run from me, baby,” he murmurs into your mouth. “You can take it, hermosa. You’re my good girl, right? You gonna take Daddy’s cock?”

You can barely answer him, only able to mumble, “daddy, daddy, daddy,” like a prayer as he finally bottoms out against you, his heavy balls pressed tight against your ass. 

“That’s it, honey,” Santi breathes. He grabs at one of your thighs to drape your leg over his shoulder, spreading you wide. He’s so fucking deep like this, thick cock stretching you out, ruining your little pussy.

He doesn’t waste a moment, knowing that you need to be fucked hard, harder than usual. You don’t want to think on a night like this, Santi knows, you want to be fucked until you can’t possibly have a thought in your pretty head. Santi drives into you, harsh and unrelenting, bullying deep into your little pussy without remorse. Your nails dig hard into his shoulders as he ruts into you, forcing little moans from your throat with every thrust.

The world seems hazy like this. You’re only able to feel Santi, see Santi, fucking smell him and taste him. He fucks you like he wants to destroy you, leave you wrecked and open for him to take again and again and again. You can’t speak anymore; you can barely think past the feeling of Santi breaking you open on his fat cock. 

“Fuck yeah, baby, take it. Take it. Take daddy’s cock,” Santi grunts, sounding like an animal. “Gonna fill this pussy up, right princesa?”

“Yes, yes, daddy, yes.” You gasp, and you can feel your tummy cramp up again, your pussy fluttering.

“Cum, hermosa. Cum right fucking now.” Santi snarls, sounding dangerous and savage as he fucks into you, and how could you possibly refuse him?

Your body tightens like you’ve been struck by lightning, your back lifting off the bed in an almost painful arch as you shake and cum over Santi’s cock. 

“Yeah, baby, that’s so good. You’re so fucking good, mi amor, fuck-“ Santi’s orgasm follows quickly after yours, his broad body slumping down you gather you in his arms, every inch of your sweaty bodies wrapped together. He holds your body close, tucking his face into the crook of his neck as his cock pulses and floods your pretty pussy.

Even as you both shake, coming down slowly, so slowly from your orgasms, Santi doesn’t let you go. He never does on nights like these. He just holds you, keeping you pressed close as your breathing returns to normal. 

He speaks softly into your hair, “you alright, amor?”

He grins when you giggle softly, your eyes opening to gaze at him. “Never better, baby,” you whisper, your voice raspy.

“You wanna talk about your day?”

“To be honest, babe,” you laugh again, voice raspy but so filled with love you can barely choke the words out. “ I barely remember it now.”

#santiago garcia #santiago pope garcia #santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia x you #pope garcia x reader #triple frontier x reader #triple frontier x you #triple frontier smut #santiago garcia smut

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there's a bit from delta-pavonis' stellar "you create me against your lips" that i fully have NOT stopped thinking about since i first read it and i'm just going to share the whole snippet here

"Two holes would suit you, my dear Knight. Would let me fill you up more completely, your body taking more of me than it ever has before." Hob starts shaking. The images are so vivid, painted directly onto the inside of his eyelids. And he is close, so close. "I would fuck you until your cunt is screaming with sensitivity. Then, while your quivering walls get a moment of respite, I will loosen your other hole, twist my oiled fingers in that tight furl of muscle, plunder until you can take my entire hand in that beautiful arse." Dream's fingers are probing at the seam where Hob is stretched around his cock and oh sweet Christ he is going to… going to… "All that so once I fuck back into that sloppy pussy, when I bury my cock deeper than ever before, I can slide my whole hand back and forth, bringing myself to orgasm without ever leaving the depths of your hungry cunt. Not once, oh no, I will have my pleasure again and again and again."

anyway yeah i. i think we need to talk about this? i need this in my life?? also i think this would be extra fun as like. dream's lent hob to destruction while he's been busy and when he gets hob back he is... absolutely wrecked. dream likes to shape himself a nicely huge cock when he fucks hob but clearly it's nothing compared to what destruction's put him through, which was exactly what dream had hoped would happen -- not that he's going to admit that when he's so enjoying teasing hob for how loose he's gotten. dream's going to have to get creative if he wants to get any use out of his pretty broken slut, isn't he?

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I simply have to tag @delta-pavonis here and hope that they don't mind, because they need to know how much the fandom appreciates their work <333

Anyway, let's get into this. I just adore that idea of Destruction absolutely ruining poor Hob’s little hole. He's been so well taken care of he's just gaping, even as he tries to get on with his normal life. He can feel how loose his hole is - he could shove a couple of fingers in no problem, if he cared to. He bloody loves it of course. Destruction is a wonderful lover and he fulfils every single aspect of Hob’s "being split open by something too big and probably not human" kink. Hob blushes every time he even sees Destruction because he can feel his hole twitching and clenching around empty air.

Dream (although he would never admit it) loves to see his pet split open and ruined. He gets Hob to bend over and show off his messy little entrance so Dream can press one, two, three, four fingers inside. He thinks that he could do more, if he gives Hob a while to warm up. Perhaps he could press his cock and his hand in at the same time, and jerk himself off inside Hob’s body. He could simply use Hob’s body as a warm, cozy place for his own pleasure. He makes Hob clench his hole as tight as he can, and it's still sloppy and ruined.

So it makes sense to give him a cunt too. Just until his hole recovers from the ordeal. How wonderful it will be for Dream to use Hob’s hungry cunt with his cock, all while pressing a few idle fingers into his other hole. To touch himself through the barriers of Hob’s flesh, using him as little more than a toy. Dream just knows that it will make Hob cum so hard to be so thoroughly used. Plus, little precious pet deserves a treat. A g-spot and a p-spot being stimulated at the same time sounds like an excellent place to start!

#🐈‍⬛ anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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what do you think Chris did to Seb for his birthday night? (I'm talking about fucking)

I'm late, I know. I didn't have cell service most of the 13th, but I can assure you I was thinking about Seb 👀

I think Chris--of course, he's a romantic--went above and beyond like he always does. He makes sure that Seb's day is filled with affection and little gifts and surprises. He pampers Sebastian even more than usual. This includes his behavior when the afternoon arrives...

Before Sebastian can even get up to get a mid-afternoon snack between the lovely lunch spread that Chris prepared and the truly lavish dinner that they still have to go, Chris is there; Chris is sliding off the sofa before his boyfriend, kissing his temple and telling him that he'll get him something, just stay there. When Seb obeys, huffing because he is a grown man, a 41 year old man, mind you, but secretly loving it at the same time... that's when Chris murmurs, "good boy," and pats his cheek. Ignoring, for now, the way heat rises to Seb's cheeks. They'll have plenty of time for that later.

Chris feeds Sebastian by hand when he returns. Indulging them both, but most importantly, indulging Sebastian's oral fixation. Light finger foods between his lips, crushed by his pretty teeth, and swallowed down until he's sated. Full and warm and nothing but a boneless pile in Chris' lap with two of Chris' fingers in his mouth. His thumb brushes Sebastian's jaw. Back and forth. Back and forth. Those grey-blue eyes are hazy. Dreamy. Like a kitten. He's sweet.

So sweet.

For a while, Chris allows them to stay like that. It feels glorious. Sebastian is so malleable and docile, lying in his lap, not a thought in his head, purely content to be petted while he lavs with his tongue at the fingers in his mouth. Heavy on his tongue. Filling his mouth. Tasting of the remnants of their snack and just... Chris.

Then--

Chris tells Seb, gently, basically whispering to fit the tone of the moment, that he's going to be right back with some more gifts. All Sebastian has to do is stay right here. Sit still and look pretty. He can do that, can't he?

This pampered and spoiled Sebastian can do nothing but blink at him. Once. Twice. Then, he nods. Moving at half speed. Glowing from the inside out with his blush. Already floating. Chris knows if he shifted, or if he reached down, Sebastian would already be hardening in his sweatpants. The rush and syrup slowness of subspace that smolders like spiced honey, then, of course, the anticipation.

Speaking of anticipation, Chris builds more.

He goes.

He fetches the laaast few gifts he purchased for Sebastian. Not rushing, exactly, but also not wanting to leave his dreamy submissive floating without a nearby tether for too long.

Well, some of them are recent purchases. Some of them are old favorites. Two old favorites, precisely. They've been well used. (1) Sebastian's heavy play collar with extra rings and attachment points made of thicker, tougher leather. (2) Their padded leather cuffs. The recent purchases: a new pair of nipple clamps that are weighty and vibrate, a stroker with ribs inside of it that Chris would likely find to be too much, himself, but he knows Sebastian will cry for, an inflatable anal plug that starts big and gets bigger, and a gag--new type of gag that they haven't experimented with, a ring gag. All of it matches. Black leather, black silicone, and silver hardware. Metal. Chains.

Chris doesn't particularly care if colors clash--he's focused on making Seb feel the best, cry the most, orgasm the hardest--but he knows that Sebastian does. His sweet boy really gets a kick when Chris comments that because it all matches, he looks like a fetish model. All prettied up. Matching sets. Spread out and exposed. Just waiting to be photographed. Caught. Shown around. An art piece. A toy, even.

(Not really, Chris doesn't share, but... Sebastian's exhibitist dreams don't really extend that far. Comments and photos and videos for evidence that could be passed around are enough.)

Chris brings his bounty out to Seb. The new items are encased in a black velvet box, kept closed by a thick, wine red ribbon tied in a bow.

"Close your eyes," Chris commands, pleased to see as he approaches the living room from behind the couch, that Sebastian hasn't moved a muscle, still lying back on the couch, unfocused eyes staring at the ceiling, his blush high on his cheeks even after having time to calm down some.

Sebastian does as he says, eyelashes fluttering shut.

Beautiful.

"Sit up, hands out, palms up so I can give you your gift," Chris directs, watching him move like a deer prancing through the woods, smooth and graceful; magical when he's in his element. "Good," he murmurs, unable to not praise him, even before he hands him his present.

He hands it off. Mouth curling into a grin when Sebastian's lips gently part, the smallest, most precious gasp coming from him. Velvet. Chris knew he would appreciate the feeling. Maybe he'll be hit with inspiration and figure out how to incorporate that sensation into this scene. This afternoon into evening. Long and overwhelming, Seb's favorite.

"Oh, you are good boy, look at you," Chris repeats himself, worshipful. He doesn't even try to open his eyes without a command, despite the boyish eagerness to know what his surprise is that Chris knows Sebastian has.

Chris stretches the moment, aching to pull another shudder, just another gasp from his sub. So responsive. And their old favorites aren't wrapped, so Chris goes ahead and puts them on Sebastian without hesitation. He loves the way Sebastian jolts a tiny bit at each unexpected touch; the cuffs coming around his wrists, making him want to go limp but he can't, he's forced to stay still, or else he'll drop his gift; the collar encircling his neck, making him inhale shakily at the same time that he lifts his chin, desperate to be good and helpful. He is. He's perfect. Chris makes sure to tell him.

Putty in his hands. Sebastian makes an aching noise, eyes still shut. Chris feels the sound in his own chest. It hits him. He's perfect. He loves this, and Chris loves giving it to him. He loves everything about it.

"Open your eyes, baby," Chris murmurs. Sebastian does. Their eyes meet first before he looks down at his gift. "Go ahead."

Sebastian shakily inhales, he runs his hand across the velvet box. Goosebumps appear on his arms. The anticipation is officially killing Chris now. God.

Each revealed toy leaves Sebastian shaking more and more until he's vibrating in place. The nipple clamps. The stroker. The plug. The gag.

Sebastian moans when he picks up the plug, the body of the plug, and Chris reaches forward, lightning fast, to grasp the pump for it, squeezing it. Just three pumps, and it expands.

The growl that comes out of Chris is pure instinct.

His submissive likes it. He feels his heart beat wildly out of his chest. He likes it. He likes it enough to moan, just knowing that it does. He's been struck speechless. Dumb and pretty, practically already drooling for it. Bluntly turned the fuck on. Pressing his thighs together, shivering, eyes huge and dark, all of it.

"You wanna play with your new toys, sub?" Chris rumbles.

It takes him a moment to throw together a few incomprehensible sounds into words, but when he does, all that comes out is, "p-please."

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Decisions, decisions...

Chris doesn't know whether he wants to watch Sebastian's hole flutter and twitch and struggle around the fat stretch of his new inflatable plug or if he wants to watch his face slowly lose it. Eyes rolling back. Drool dripping down his chin from his open mouth. Sweat glistening across his slack, red face.

Chris licks his lips, staring at him.

He brought Sebastian onto the floor, shoving their coffee table out of the way, to truss him up. He clipped each of Seb's cuffed wrists to either side of his collar so when he squirms, tugs, and pulls, he only succeeds at jiggling his tits and torturing himself. His clamped, puffy nipples. Currently, those poor nipples are dragging on the floor, causing him to let out all these precious, hurt sounds.

Jesus.

After he placed those clamps on him, Chris opened Seb's mouth and gagged him. The open gag. Open so Seb is ready to be filled there at any time, and so while he can't talk, he also can't muffle himself whatsoever. No control over his volume. Every moan, every gasp, each keen comes spilling out, no matter if he wants it to or not. He's already begun drooling onto the floor. Messy boy.

The lube has been abandoned next to them for now, used to prep Seb and poured effectively, obscenely into the stroker. Excessive. Wet and sloppy sounding. Just to make Sebastian's ear burn and his cock twitch, all too interested. Chris slipped it on him. Sebastian writhed. Breath hitching, chest heaving, hurting his chest delightfully, at the feeling. It's tight. But Chris isn't moving it now. He's just stuck Seb's cock in their, safe and sound.

"Ready?" Chris asks, but he doesn't wait for Sebastian to confirm it. He knows he's dying for this. They both are. Eaten away by lust, rusting apart.

So. There's no more time to wait.

He shoves the plug into Sebastian's wet, gaped hole.

"MNGH!" Sebastian cries. Forehead to the floor, spine flexing and quivering as he fights the sudden stretch.

God, Chris' life feels stupidly impossible right now. What does he want? Does he want to keep Sebastian on the floor, where he is, face pressed to the floor, hips up--ass up, where he will see Sebastian's body opening up wider and wider and wider as he pumps the plug. Sweat is already beading up on his skin, rolling up his back. Or, does he want to heft Seb up and sit him in his lap where he'll be able to see his pretty face. Every new inch inside him reflected across his open, expressive face. Shock. Pure unadulterated need. Hunger. Cock-drunk satisfaction.

Another pathetic sound comes out of Sebastian. Pleading.

Chris has been absentmindedly drumming his fingers across the base of the plug, drumming it against his poor boy's prostate. Fuck. Gravity hasn't stopped in his moment of consideration either, it's pulled the slippery, tight stroker halfway off Sebastian's needy, hard cock.

"Oop," Chris comes back to himself, reaching around with his other hand and pressing the stroker back, sliding it onto Seb once more, "there you go, sweetheart."

Sebastian inhales choppily, practically choking. He already sounds like he's crying and, suddenly, the decision is made for him.

He needs to see those pretty eyes cry.

He needs it more than he needs to breathe.

So, Chris pulls Sebastian up. He's as limp as a ragdoll. Arranging his toy into his lap on the couch--kneeling, straddling his thighs, facing him, Sebastian is barely holding himself up. He clearly is falling apart. And Chris hasn't even turned anything on yet, he's not moving anything yet, and he's definitely not plumped the toy yet, either 😏

Sebastian's eyes are faraway, hazy, and glittering with unspilled tears. Pity. Chris is going to get them to come soon. He's got some drool smeared around his candy red lips, but there could always be more. Chris bites his jaw, murmuring, "I want you to stay sitting up, okay? Other than that, do whatever you need to, cum when you want. I want to see it."

Seb nods uncoordinatedly. Head lulling to the side a little as he works his muscles, trying to stay upright.

Chris will be using both hands for other things. Better things.

He turns the nipple clamps on.

"Unnngh!" Seb groans, low, deep in his chest. It sounds almost like he's been shot. Immediately, he's breathing raggedly.

Fuck. Chris wishes he had taken the time to strip himself fully along with Sebastian. His pants and underwear are unbearably tight.

Chris wraps one hand around the stroker and starts jerking him off, whispering whatever comes to mind, mindless filth, really, as he works him up. The rigid, hard ribs in the stroker has to be hell on Seb's cock. Chris stuck his fingers in it. It must be gutting. But Sebastian takes it like a dream. Howling and sobbing and writhing, tugging at his collar, trying to get away and get more and stay exactly where he is in heaven all at the same time. A dream.

His other hand traces the "o" of Seb's stretched lips. It only makes Sebastian sob harder. He's quaking. If he could figure out how to move, he'd be twisting into it, chasing his fingers, needing them in his mouth. But he's entirely preoccupied with staying upright, so he's just enduring. The torture. The sweet, sweet torture. The sucking, ribbed friction of the stroker around his dripping cock, the vibration of the clamps on his sensitive nipples, cutting straight into his chest, his heart, the forced vulnerability of his open mouth, and the constant fullness of the plug inside him, clenching down on it.

Too much.

Chris slips one finger in his mouth. Seb cries for more, eyes shut tight. Chris is too weak to deny him. He gives him another. And another. Three fingers stuffed into his mouth. His other set of digits drag Sebastian through hell with the stroker.

Pleasure. Pleasure. Pleasure.

It builds and builds, and Chris waits just long enough for Seb to go entirely stupid. When he knows that he's forgotten all about the inflatable plug, he abandons Seb's mouth, he whines, high and unashamed and too fucking hot, and uses his slippery fingers to pump the plug. Once. Twice. Three times.

Instantly, Sebastian's head thunks down onto Chris' shoulder, so hard that it has to hurt, while his arms try to escape their bonds, tugging, squirming, and writhing. He can't take it. But, he doesn't notice if it hurts. He's gone silent. So overwhelmed that he can't make a sound. Completely stunned. Reminded that the plug can get bigger.

Bigger.

Chris pumps it again, stroking him all the while.

Seb makes a sound Chris hasn't ever heard before. It's rough. It's pleading. It's animal. A pure expression of lust. It screams FUCK ME.

Chris hasn't ever fucking heard a better thing. And he swears he's running a high enough fever that when Seb melts on him, tears and drool, dripping onto his skin that it should sizzle. Seb's not the only one being tortured here. All Chris wants into sink into his yielding, tight heat. He wants to devour Sebastian like this. So good and pretty and taking it so fucking well.

Within the next second of the assault Sebastian is cumming.

The security of being collared and cuffed and leaning into Chris. The pulsing vibrations against his nipples. The wet friction on his cock. The almost too big, too wide stretch of his lips. The sounds he's making, even to himself, he sounds pornographic. The increasing fullness of the plug making his innermost greedy slut happier and happier with every pump.

Oh, God.

It's no wonder he shoots off pathetically fast.

It happens so fast, and it weakens Sebastian so significantly that by the time he's done twitching and moaning and cumming, working through his pleasure, that he's still hard. He likes this so fucking much. Chris pumps the stroker a few more times, then takes it off him with a pop. He's all red and wet and raw. Perfect.

Ngh.

Fuck.

"Jesus, Seb, you're fucking perfect," Chris praises, mindlessly babbling, voice tight, he knows at this point Seb isn't really registering what he's saying. He's bathing in pure pleasure. Submerged and floating.

He's hard still.

Chris growls and helplessly let's go of the pump, instead tangling his fingers into Seb's hair, fisting it, and pulling his head back roughly. Seb's eyes have rolled back. Fuck-drunk.

Fucking fuck.

Chris wants to ruin him. So, he will.

He claims his mouth; Seb is unable to kiss back, his mouth is open too wide, but it doesn't matter, Chris does it. He has to. His sweet, obedient boy.

Then, when he's done kissing him--when he can't stand it anymore, he peels his melted submissive off of him and rolls them onto the floor, tearing down a throw pillow from the couch and shoving it under Sebastian's hips. His legs fall open. Easy. Ready.

More.

Chris pumps the toy again. Sebastian cries out.

Again. Again. Again.

Chris pumps it all the way and watches, reverent, how it forces Sebastian's rim open. His good boy. Pliant. Letting Chris do anything to him and loving it. Getting lost in it. His cock is fat and leaking against his belly. It's like he didn't cum at all. Chris can't have that. He deserves absolute pleasure. Bliss. He amps up the clamps. He shoves his fingers back into that welcoming, wanting mouth, and touches his sub everywhere he can reach.

Worshipping him. Tearing him apart. He's a fucking feast like this.

Sebastian whimpers and whines and gasps and gurgles around his fingers. Twitching when his muscles cooperate enough, but mostly, he's too weak to do anything but take it. Take it.

Take it.

Chris goes and goes and goes until he cums again. This time he can see the tension in his boy, he knows he needs that last push, he doesn't want to touch his cock if he doesn't have to, and so he just--

"Now," he commands, "now, sub."

And he does.

Untouched. So recent after his last orgasm.

GOD.

Chris isn't ashamed to say he cums in his pants with the first touch of his palm to his dick. Grinding hard against the heel of his hand. He's just so fucking worked up. A string tightened to breaking with just the faintest pressure. His teeth grind against each other through it, hardly able to breathe, consumed in fire, poised to collapse directly onto Sebastian's limp form.

JesusfuckingChrist.

#asks #evanstan #chris evans #sebastian stan #rpf #real person fanfiction #sub seb #subastian #sub sebastian #dom chris #fandomfluffandfuck

[starryevermore]

sharing is caring ✧ wrecker

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inspiration: this tiktok 

pairing: wrecker x fem!reader

summary: a classic story—girl gets snack, boy wants snack. 

word count: 1,036

warnings?: fluff, pet name (mesh’la), not proofread

You knew this was going to happen the second you did it. Honestly, you were practically asking for it. You, plus Mantell Mix, plus Wrecker? Oh, yeah, he was definitely going to be asking for some of your favorite snack. Especially when you sat on his lap, curling into his chest, your head resting on his shoulder. It was practically a dream come true for him. (You were almost certain he had had a dream like this. It at least seemed like it, given how you would sometimes wake to him muttering your name and Mantell Mix in his sleep.) Wrecker had no right, though, to take your not-so-innocent plan and make you melt. 

Damn Wrecker. Damn him and his pretty face. Maker, why did he have to have such a sweet face? A perfect pout? Beautiful brown eyes that made your insides feel all gooey? You swore his enhancement wasn’t to be bigger and stronger than his brothers. No, it was to get anything he wanted if he would jut his lip out and make his eyes all big and wide. It wasn’t fair. (Though, you mused, he might say the same about you when you ask if you could snuggle with Lula. It evens out. But still. Totally unfair.) 

If you were honest, you loved it. There wasn’t much you wouldn’t do for Wrecker. It had been Wrecker who insisted that you join him and his brothers. It had been Wrecker who watched your back at every turn. It had been Wrecker who was there for you when you mourned the loss of everything the war took from. It had been Wrecker who bundled you up in his arms, squeezing you so tight you could barely breathe just so you could feel something. He kissed your every wound. He checked all your weapons. He taught you how to disarm bombs. He was there for you for everything you ever could have wanted and needed him for. 

But dammit, some things were sacred. 

As he looked at you, his bottom lip sticking out, you reached up, poking his lip, pushing it back in. “No,” you said, a laugh bubbling up in you. “Get your own.”

“Cid said I’m not allowed to put things on her tab anymore!”

“Then get some credits of your own, big boy.” You patted his chest before turning back to your Mantell Mix. 

“It tastes better when it’s yours!” he tried, reaching out, hoping to grab some of your snack before you could yank it away. He pouted again when you held it as far away from his as you could manage. “C’mon, mesh’la, don’t be mean!”

If you were being extra honest, you would admit that you had only done this because you love how prettily Wrecker begs. When you got the Mantell Mix, you had full intentions of sharing it with him. But, where was the fun in just being nice? Wasn’t it better to perch yourself on his lap, his favorite snack within arm’s reach? Wasn’t it better to see him whine and pout and plead? 

His fingers dug into your hips. You squirmed in his lap, trying to get away. Okay, perhaps you also liked to push his buttons a little too much. Perhaps you also liked it—loved it—when he manhandled you. Perhaps you had a lot of ulterior motives in doing this. 

Wrecker nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. Then— he pulled away, looked away from you. Nose stuck in the air, as if he was pretending to be those hoity toity well-to-do people that act like the rest of the galaxy is beneath them. “Fine. You don’t get to cuddle Lula tonight then!”

You gasped. “How dare you! That’s not fair!”

Wrecker shrugged. “Shoulda thoughta that before you were stingy, mesh’la.”

“I’ll share my snack if you share Lula,” you bargained. 

He shook his head. “Nuh uh. Too late for that now.”

It was your turn to pout now. Wrecker’s resolve cracked ever so slightly as you gave him your most pitiful look. But, when Wrecker really wanted something, it was going to take a lot more than a pout to break him. So, instead, you began to wiggled yourself out of his embrace, looking around the Marauder to find your would-be victim. 

“Fine,” you said, your feet touching the ground. “Y’know, I think I heard Echo say that he was kinda hungry. Think I might go share with him—”

Wrecker’s arms became your prison. He squeezed you so tight you thought you might explode as he hauled you back onto his lap. His lip curled ever so slightly. Okay. It was a bit of a low blow, acting like you were going to share with one of his brothers. But you and him both knew you wouldn’t. The only other person you would share with was Omega. (After all, who could say no to her?) His brothers, on the other hand? Off limits. No snack sharing, not one bit. 

“You better not,” he growled, the sound a deep, low rumble in his chest. 

A smirk tugged at your lips. “Or what? Already took Lula away. What’s next? Gonna deprive me of your snuggles?”

“I might!” As you raised a brow at him, he frowned. His head dipped while he let out a quiet, “No.”

“Mm, what a predicament we’re in.” You held the Mantell Mix out to him. “Whatd’ya say we call a truce?”

“I don’t know about a truce, but I ain’t sharing!”

You laughed. You took some of your snack and lifted it to his mouth. His mouth dropped, letting you feed it to him. “Can I have Lula tonight now?”

Wrecker thought as he chewed. “Dunno.”

You fed him some more of the snack. “Now?”

“Maybe.”

You set the carton to the side, giggling as his brows furrowed together. You cupped his face in your hands, leaning in, and gave him the biggest kiss you could imagine. “Now?” you asked again.

“…yeah, okay.” He kissed you again. “But can I have s’more of the Mantell Mix, please?”

You nodded, laughing quietly. “Sharing is caring, after all.”

“But not with the others!”

“No, not with the others.”

#wrecker imagine #wrecker x reader #wrecker x fem!reader #wrecker x female reader #wrecker x you #wrecker x y/n #wrecker fic #wrecker fanfiction #wrecker fanfic #wrecker fan fiction #wrecker fan fic #the bad batch wrecker imagine #the bad batch wrecker x reader #the bad batch wrecker x fem!reader #the bad batch wrecker x female reader #the bad batch wrecker x you #the bad batch wrecker x y/n #the bad batch wrecker fic #the bad batch wrecker fanfiction #the bad batch wrecker fanfic #the bad batch wrecker fan fiction #the bad batch wrecker fan fic #starrywrites #starryevermore

[primusfortuna]

Just Hangout Lines ⟡ Merry Snow That Brings Tenderness

Just

Start Hangout “Sorry to keep you waiting!! I ran into a most wonderful dog over there, who let me pet its fur for a little while...!”

“It’s freezing cold out, but that just adds another touch of beauty to today. I promise to give you a revolutionary outing!”

“I don’t have unlimited time getting to go out with you like this. I came up with a thorough plan to make the most of it.”

About Snow “Snowy days are very beautiful! But at the same time, they’re so cold... Do you have any suggestions for spending them?”

Choice: Go outside!

“Hehe, that’s no surprise from a go-getter like you. It does sound pretty fun... walking side-by-side, crunching the snow beneath our feet.” “It seems that 'skating' is very popular this time of year. I hear it’s rather thrilling, so should we hold hands to avoid any falls?” “Wanting to enjoy everything to the fullest is a wonderful thing, but let’s pace ourselves and call it a day. ...See, your cheeks are freezing!”

Choice: Nothing better than staying warm in your room!

“Relaxing while watching the snowy wonderland outside your window... That might be the ideal way to spend time for a busy person like you.” “Ha! What do you say about eating cold treats from the warmth of your room? I think that’s a revolutionary idea, if I say so myself...!” “Then why don’t we coop ourselves inside next? It won’t be a very revolutionary time, but a long, comfortable talk with you ought to be fun.”

About Books “Yes, I like books. I can read the writing of humans, so sometimes I even read stories to Caprice-kun.”

Choice: I’d love for you to read to me some time.

“Of course, I’d be thrilled to read for you! I’ll have to be extra careful to pick out a book I think you’ll enjoy.” “Come bring me any requests you have! I’d like to make the time as meaningful as possible for you.” “Hehe, why don’t we take the chance to read before you go to sleep? I’ll prepare a bedtime story to bring you sweet dreams.”

Choice: What books do you recommend?

“My highest recommendation would undoubtedly be... "The Great Illustrated Guide to Fluffy Things"! I’m absolutely certain it will captivate you too!” “There’s no shortage of revolutionaries whose lives could rival a novel... I’ll lend you their history books. You must let me put together a session to hear your thoughts!” “I have all kinds, but I’d also like to hear your recommendations and books you have memories attached to. Hehe, I’m very curious about you.”

Initiate Physical Contact “...Oh? You look ready for action... What’s the matter? Something revolutionary you’d like to discuss?”

Ask to see his horns “Hehe, I have nice horns, don’t I? I don’t mind if you want to come closer. Stare or touch as much as you like.”

Throw a snowball “...You got me, Emma-kun! Prepare for my counterattack——is what I would say, but I could never throw a cold snowball at you.”

End Hangout “I got to pet a dog, and share a leisurely, one-on-one talk with you! Oh, this was an excellent day.”

“Haha... I planned to make this a revolutionary outing and let you have all the fun, but I ended up enjoying every moment.”

“Even though it wasn’t in our plans, could we stop by that bookstore before we head back? ...I’d like to enjoy my time with you just a while longer.”

#i wasn't able to pull him so im coping with tls </3 #he's too cute 🥺💓 #ymkr tl #yumekuro #yumekuro translations #merry snow that brings tenderness #just #hangouts

[an-indecisive-mess]

Wendell x Bernadette Headcanons

Neither one of them knew the first thing about dating, but thankfully knew better than to ask their families about dating advice. The two learned together, and that’s all that matters.

After she was sent to live on the Land of the Living, Bernadette adores it when Wendell takes her to explore new things about the human realm. She finds human things so fascinating, and he loves seeing her so excited about them.

Wendell tries to be serious when it comes to their relationship. Thinking he’s so cool and suave but Bernadette flusters him easily.

Both brag about how happy they make each other

Bernadette loves offering suggestions to the Dream Faire, and it makes Wendell so happy to see how much someone else loves to hear about he and Wild’s dream.

Bernadette often sings Wendell to sleep, and he finds her voice so beautiful and soothing. Along with this, Bernadette loves it when she hears Wendell sing. He doesn’t seem to notice her finding his singing voice so blissful, but when he does see the sparkling look in her eyes when he sees her listening to him singing, he knows how much she loves him.

Bernadette completely melts whenever she and Wendell dance together.

Both support and comfort each other when the other has a panic attack.

He BEGS her to let him do her makeup, her hair, or her nails. He loves making her prettier than she already is.

Wendell’s touch starved. He found this out the first time he and Bernadette shared a bed together. She hugged him from behind and basically turned him into the little spoon while falling asleep, and it just caught him by surprise. He cried in silence that night out of relief while hugging her back, refusing to let her go for the rest of the night.

Would literally kill and die for each other.

The pet names Wendell gave her are “Baby-Dove” and “Baby”

NSFW Warning for Below.

Neither Wendell nor Bernadette never expected the latter to be so into it the first time they slept together, but it was enjoyable and pleasurable nonetheless for both of them.

They switch between who tops, but more often than not, Wendell's the bottom. No matter how much he denies it, he's the bottom.

Feathers are always sent every time they do it, so much so that Bernadette will sometimes initiate foreplay by gently tracing one of her feathers on Wendell's face down to his chest. He gets completely excited and aroused by it.

Aftercare is usually very sweet. When Bernie's on the receiving end, Wendell makes sure she's comfortable and gives her extra pillows and just covers her with kisses. But when Wendell's on the receiving end, he's just so sleepy, mumbly, and just wants to hold Bernie close to him. Bernadette finds it absolutely adorable.

#wendell and wild #wendell belzer #my husband #oc #bernadette libbiel #my daughter #headcanons

[mortifiedatbeingknown]

The Gentle Giant (Pt. 19)

Masterpost:

Today is the day. 

He had thought that every single day since the incident with the shards. This was the day he would step forward. Where he would grab her hand and squeeze it tight. Where he would rise and finally stand proud enough to follow her orders… 

And yet he never could. 

He was well acquainted with the paralysis that settled into his very bones at the thought of defiance. It lingered with every footstep that sounded, every voice that reached his ears, that urgent, all-powerful desire to stay still and silent and nonthreatening. Whoever the passerby, he did not wish to scare them. He would remain as passive as possible to make that happen. 

But what if there was no one to scare? 

Mistress’ face flashed in his mind, as it always did in times like these. She was so confusing, with an air of nervousness that clung to her and refused to leave, and who yet kept on returning. If she was afraid, that hadn’t stopped her from buying him. It hadn’t stopped her from walking him home, sharing her medicine, inviting him again and again into a place that should have been kept for her own personal safety and comfort. Day by day, he could notice her anxiety lessening. If she was still fearful, he could not say. She was simply…her. His kind, sweet, gentle little mistress. 

The only thing greater than his wish to please her was the fear of causing her disappointment. 

Perhaps that was what stopped him now, as he stared into her warm brown eyes with his hand warm in hers. She smiled at him. Thanked him. She’d complimented everything from the silkiness of his hair to the color of his eyes to his patience in putting up with her. She greeted him every day with a “Good morning” and sent him to sleep with a “Sweet dreams!” A thousand tiny kindnesses, adding up until they formed a truth that even he could not avoid. 

She…liked him. 

She liked him, and now every time she looked at him, he could feel his cheeks grow hot. The shock never seemed to wear off. How could he? What he was used to was fear, thick and heavy, cautious footsteps and downcast eyes and retreating backs that rushed to get away from him. If it wasn’t fear, it was apathy. Disgust. Anger. Disappointment. On the best of days, he was merely tolerated. He’d never wanted more. 

He’d never thought he’d be worthy of more. 

But how did one react to someone who was genuinely happy to see him? Someone who’s face brightened when they saw he was there? He didn’t know. He didn’t know, and he knew that she knew he didn’t know, and yet she still held him in regard anyways. What was he supposed to do with that? 

He had no idea. It was something that was so simple and basic, and he couldn’t even figure out… 

He could feel his cheeks burning even now. Shame pooled in his belly, and it only grew worse each time she reached a hand out. Once he accepted it… nothing was going to be the same again. He would not be the pet that knelt in the cold and the silence, steady as a rock and just as unresponsive. He’d be accepting the warmth, the love, the care, the extra blankets tucked around him on cold nights and the sweets she’d always tuck under his napkin as “their little secret”. To accept such privileges would be to declare that he believed himself worthy of them. 

…Did he believe that? 

He wasn’t sure. 

Under complete darkness, he padded forward, nearing closer and closer to the door. It had become his secret routine, starting with one step, then two, and then all the way to wear he was now, touching the lip of the doorframe without being overcome with terror. With a deep breath, he raised his hand and stretched it out further, all the way out to the first floor tile. Six inches from the ground, he paused. 

There was no excuse this time. There was no emergency, no screaming, if he entered this space it would be because he wanted to, and no other reason. He knew exactly how the tile would feel against his hand, cool and hard and smooth, with no tiny grains to dig into and irritate his skin. 

Did he dare? 

Mistress wasn’t here. She wasn’t giving him her personal invitation. He was breaking routine. Was this even allowed? He watched, mesmerized, as his hand inched lower, hovering tantalizingly close to his temptation. 

No. I shouldn’t. I…I… 

His fingers curled back, afraid to close that final distance. Why not? Why shouldn’t he? Mistress wasn’t there to give permission, yes, but she hadn’t last time either, and that had turned out just fine. In fact didn’t she always say—?

Just know that you’re welcome to come in at any time, alright? 

And just like that, something clicked. Of course. Of course! How could he not have seen it? 

The epiphany exploded in his mind like a firework, a bright clear light cutting through the fog because he finally understood. All this time… and it had been so simple. Mistress’ words now carried the weight that she had always meant them to. 

I don’t need her permission. 

It was never about her. Well, it was, it always was, she was still his Mistress, but in this case, she had already willingly gave up the right to command. She’d said she’d wait for him, and she had. She’d give him all the time in the world, and she still stood patience. It was never about her, was it? 

It had always been about him. 

He was the one who had to make the choice. Not for her sake, but for his own. That was why the door was always open. That was why the hallway lights always shone dimly. She was waiting for him, not because him obeying would make her happy, but because she wanted to see him confident enough to take that plunge. She’d wanted to see him be happy because…because…

Seeing him happy made her happy too. 

She likes me. 

She really likes me! 

The tile lay cool under his fingers, just how he remembered it. He let it rest there, soaking it in, letting his arm shake and his heart quiver because it was OK. He could take as much time as he wanted. 

#whump #whumpee #whump writing #slave whumpee #pet whump #the gentle giant