#- but i do think this way even if i sometimes forget to practice it. none of this matters that much.

[daz4i]

the cool thing about headcanons is they're all correct. there's no point in arguing over them because we all bring ourselves and our own lives into our perception of characters and stories. peace and love on planet earth

#if you ever bring up a hc and i disagree/bring up a contradictory one #please PLEASE don't take it as an attack. I'm glad you have your own thing. i have mine. we can and should coexist :) #I'd say. even if a hc directly contradicts canon information. that's fine too. it doesn't hurt anyone. have fun #it's fine to care about it and want things to be accurate but if someone's hc bothers you this much you can always just block em #(I'm saying this as someone who gets bothered by this sort of thing lol I'm aware i may come as hypocritical here :P #- but i do think this way even if i sometimes forget to practice it. none of this matters that much. #- still if you see me posting otherwise it is absolutely never a personal attack and more like venting frustration due to caring too much - #- and is therefore not your problem so don't even worry about it 🙏)

[mondaymelon]

— "𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝗯𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱!!" ♥

:feat~ xiao, kazuha, heizou, scaramouche x gn!reader:

⤷ synopsis: ah, poor reader's crush won't notice them!! the solution? ask your guy friend to pretend to be your partner, and perhaps that'll get them jealous... except-!? ⤷ cw: fluff, highschool!au, possesive + overprotectiveness, ykyk the whole package

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"C'mon, just for one week...?"

"Have you finally gone mad?"

XIAO's words come out as more of a scoff, if anything. You can see the way that his expression forms a scowl that he's less than pleased at your suggestion. "You want me to fake date you for a week?"

Sheepish, you nod. "...Please?"

"Because you want your 'crush' to get jealous?" You don't get why he's put that in quotations, but you nod along, slightly confused. Xiao's expression only darkens, for some inexplicable reason. What, have you done something to offend him?

Desperate, you recall your last resort. "Well," you begin, voice unsteady as you try to sound as nonchalant as possible. With a shrug, you sigh. "If you're not willing, I can always find someone e-"

"I'll do it."

Ah, there was the Xiao you knew. Aloof, yes. Cold, yes. But not willing to admit he was inferior to anyone - especially when it regarded you.

So there, your plan was complete. Act like Xiao was your boyfriend, and then maybe they would finally notice you… except, why do you get the feeling that Xiao was forgetting his purpose?

It’s not anything major, not by a long shot, but you find it strange how he’s suddenly grown so clingy, as if pretending to be your partner somehow enhanced the relationship between the two of you. He walks you to every one of your classes, and insists on coming over to your house for study sessions, and while you don’t particularly dislike it, it is awkward, seeing him act so intimate even with no eyes watching.

But… this was all normal, right? He was just normalizing himself with his role, so there was nothing to concern yourself over. That’s what you chided to yourself whenever these moments occurred again and again, until one day, you accidentally brush hands with the male while trying to pass him some papers, and he practically jumps away from your touch. He doesn’t apologize afterwards, but you can see how he’s more cautious around you, sometimes catching his gaze lingering on you for far too long while a sheepish red creeps over his cheeks… and the way he glances at his own hand so gingerly is something peculiar all together.

However, none of that prepared you when the next week, the last day of the promised agreement, Xiao asks to talk to you. Alone.

“Xiao, what’s up?” He hasn’t spoken yet, and the silence is suffocating.

“Can we… not pretend any longer?”

And for a moment, everything seems to stop. Time itself halts as the only thing you can hear is your own shallow inhale and exhale. His voice cuts through the moment. “I’m tired of pretending, wanting something that isn’t mine. Something that I can never have.”

“Something… that can never be yours…?” It’s hard to speak, like something is in your throat, but you manage to.

“Yes. You.”

Ah, how could you not return his words when he gazes into your eyes with such adoration?

“...Xiao, it’s not entirely impossible.”

And the words that come out of your mouth aren’t lies, because you’ve felt the butterflies too. You wouldn’t think, a week prior, that you would’ve fallen for someone as distant as him, but the way he treated you so gently swayed your resolve. In a way, this outcome was inevitable.

Ha, but to think that Xiao, born from one of Liyue’s elite families, would confess to you like this, with such a flustered expression, eyes clouded with love? 

“Ah… then, if that’s the case, you’ll allow me this, won’t you?” 

There’s a hint of something strange in his tone, yet it’s left undeciphered as the male swiftly leans forward, one hand making its way behind you and keeping you steady as his lips meet yours. He’s pressed against you, close enough that you can feel his own heartbeats along yours, beating just as quickly. When he pulls away, one shaky hand manages to grab yours, grasp surprisingly strong.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll have to kiss you again.” ♥

"...Ah? Sorry, I think I heard something different. Could you repeat that?"

You don't think KAZUHA has ever looked more perplexed as he stares at you, eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar as he tries his best to process your words. "So you..." His voice cracks, and he coughs into his fist. "You want me to be your fake boyfriend?"

"Just for one week..." You nod at his words, feeling a little awkward at your request. It wasn't too outlandish, was it? From the way Kazuha seems completely frozen, one would assume so... but it was a simple plan, even if it didn't work, it was worth trying, right?

It takes the white haired male a whole ten seconds to respond, which is already unusual in and of itself. He nods hesitantly, “I…I suppose I could.”

It surprises you how good of an actor he is, holding your hand without a second thought, inviting you out after school, waiting for you to pack up after classes and always following you to your next… sometimes you wonder if it’s even an act at all.

His touch seems too sincere, gaze too warm… and by the third day, your crush fades. Is it too hopeful to wish for something more in your relationship with Kazuha? Was it really so shameful? He treated you too tenderly to ignore, even if it was all just pretend… you wanted it to be real.

And maybe such thoughts were given an answer when, on a whim of carelessness, a small, folded up piece of paper fell from the male’s pocket as he waved goodbye, walking out of the classroom. Curious, you retrieved the paper, figuring you could give it back to him later… but you couldn’t resist just one peek. If it was really that private, he would’ve taken greater measures in ensuring its safety, wouldn’t he?

Ah, but what was written on the paper…well, to put it simply…

It was a poem, addressed to you. Professing his love, his adoration, his infatuation.

Words you were not meant to see, but ones you witnessed.

And when he comes to pick you up after class, wearing his usual serene smile, it’s almost as if you’re seeing him for the first time.

His crimson eyes seem to glitter when he spots you amongst the crowd, his entire expression brightening as he excitedly half-runs over with a slight flush on his cheeks. “There you are!” And just like always, he latches his hand upon yours, his grip comfortably tight.

Have his hands always been so warm?

“Dove, is something wrong?” The look of concern in his eyes is almost overwhelming. Something that can’t all just be a farce.

“Sorry.” Then, amidst the bustling crowd, you lean forward and give him a light peck on the cheek, pulling away as you watch his features grow slack with shock, cheeks reddening as he lightly squeezes your hand.

“W- Oh, does this mean…” His voice has gained a hopeful edge as a smile graces his lips. “C’mon dove, you missed. Here, let me show you how…”

And then he embraces you tightly, and you can feel his bashful warmth spreading into your body as his soft lips meet yours in the mere span of seconds, engulfing you with a sense of affection that you had never felt before.

“K-Kazuha… I…” It’s hard to get words out, with how loud your heart is beating in your ears - but there’s no need to, as the male shushes you with a smile playing on his lips.

“There’s no need to explain, I already understand. Besides, I was getting tired of playing pretend all the same.” ♥

"Haha, never expected to hear those words from you..."

HEIZOU looks rather calm, which is odd, about the entire situation, laughing quietly to himself before turning to you with a rather smug expression. "What, you want me to be your 'boyfriend' for a week?"

"Mhm..." You do suppose he's likely heard of stranger requests before, given the part-time detective work he does.

"Hmm..." Even though it seems like he's already made up his mind, he still playfully puffs out his cheeks, squinting his eyes at the distance as if that'll help his decision making skills in any way. "What'd I get in return, though?"

"...Eh? Uhm..." While Heizou was one of the more eccentric people you were acquainted with, you hadn't expected that he'd ask for something in return. "...A kiss?"

You were joking, but somehow, that made the male perk up. "Sure, sounds like a fair trade to me."

Well… if he was satisfied, then all was fine, right?

Except, with the promise of a kiss in tow, why does he seem so much more… full of vigor? That wasn’t natural, was it?

It’s easy to dismiss things you don’t see, but not when it’s clearly witnessed. Every little action he did, accompanied with a smirk, would be followed with a smug little something along the lines of, “I can’t wait for the kiss,” or “Your kiss will make this all worth it~!” And even whenever he loosely held your hand, he would glance at you and make a puckering motion with his lips.

At that point, calling his actions “normal” would just be lying to yourself.

“So, how’d it go?” Heizou glances up at you with tentative emerald eyes as you near him, something in his gaze that you can’t quite describe.

“All they said was ‘congrats on finding a partner.’” You sigh, slumping as you stand next to him, sliding down the wall before sitting on the floor, knees hugged to your chest. “I think they're dating someone else… ah, how could this be? I’ve had a crush on them for years, yet…”  Another long sigh escapes your lips.

At the edge of your vision, you can see a certain male staring at you with a faint smile on his face, growing subtly wider with each word that leaves your mouth.

“Heh, seems like my love has run fresh out of fortune~!” His voice lilts, and you can hear the smirk residing in hsi tone as you flinch at the use of a petname. “Aw, it’s really too bad, isn’t it…” He’d almost look convincing if he wiped the jeering grin off his face.

“What are you…” Your voice trails off as Heizou sits on the ground next to you, mimicking your posture while placing his hand over yours.

“You promised me a kiss, didn’t you?”

Curses. That, you did.

“...Ah, were you serious about that?” You laugh awkwardly, but his expression doesn’t change.

“Were you not?” He counters instantaneously, his smug expression not budging an inch. “I never knew you were so unfaithful in keeping promises… I can’t help but feel disappointed.”

Then he pouts, eyes glimmering as he gives you the puppy eyes, albeit a little cursed. And just like that, you can feel your resolve shatter, crumpling like a piece of wet paper mache. An odd metaphor, but it seemed to fit the current predicament. With a groan of… embarrassment? Exasperation? You finally agree, grumbling, “Ah, let’s just get this over with.”

“Ready when you are~!”

Awkwardly… hesitantly, you lean forward, give him a light peck on the cheek, and retract as fast as humanly possible. Heizou only laughs at your antics, “You call that a kiss?”

“What, do you have any complaints?” You can’t help the snarky edge that makes its way into your voice.

“Perhaps a few.” The male smirks, scooching closer to you so that the two of you are uncomfortably close. “Why don’t I show you what a true kiss looks like?”

He doesn’t wait for your answer, he doesn’t have to - he just swiftly moves in, one hand on your chin as he moves your mouth onto his. You can feel the sneer against your lips as he engulfs you into one kiss, then another. It seems like an eternity before he pulls away, and when he does, your left panting, face flushed with red. 

“Hah… I-” Archons, why did he look so handsome right now? With his slightly dishiveled burgundy hair that framed his face so immaculately, the way his spring eyes glimmered with the slightest hint of mischief, and the way the corners of his mouth turned upwards with a satisfied air.

“No need to thank me for my services, but if you’d like to repay me…” He recovers quicker than you do, his smile not flickering from his face, not even once. 

“Why don’t you repay me with a date?” ♥

"Hahaha- oh. Wait, you aren't joking? Ugh, who do you take me for?"

The instant SCARAMOUCHE realizes you aren't jesting, his smile drops, and it's replaced with a look of absolute denial... or maybe it's repulsion?

Either way, he looks displeased, and his gaze towards you is one as if he's glaring at an annoyingly loud fly. Or maybe a worm, like he always likes to say to people he particularly dislikes, cursing "lowly worms" under his breath when he passes them in the hallways.

"Are you crazy? Delusional? Oh, I get it, you ate something weird." He lifts his eyebrow at you, frown deepening with every word. When he notices that you don't admit to any of them, his eyes go wide. "...You're being serious."

“Yes…?” The way he’s acting makes you nervous. “C’mon, please? Just for one week…”

“...How unfortunate… the way you’re acting so desperate is kind of disgusting… but if you insist…” Scaramouche glowers, but eventually loosens his expression. "Let's make it quick."

He's a bit of a strange boyfriend, to say the least, barely holds your hand, and when he does, it's only when people are around. He's not exactly polite in his affection either, whenever he's latched onto you, he'll stick his tongue out at anyone and all who passes by you two, giving any sort of strange look.

He may or may not tone his antics down if you ask him too, but likely not. Why should he give a shit about what you think, or what others think? He's stronger - if they want a fight, he'll give it to them.

And when your crush eventually never returns the jealousy you were wishing for, it's disappointing, to say the least, but the only words Scaramouche have to say about it are: "They didn't deserve you anyway, the fool."

...Wait, was he the one that sounded jealous, now?

Perhaps you were hearing things.

Except...

"Hey, the week's over, isn't it?" Scaramouche sounds disinterested, but the way his gaze is fixated on you says otherwise. "Our little 'dating scheme' is finally over." You note the slightest hint of remorse in his voice.

"So it is." You don't glance up at him, continuing to scroll through your homefeed.

"Does that mean we're dating for real now?"

"...What?"

He lets out a sound that's a mix between a laugh and a scoff. "You tell me."

"Aren't we, now that we aren't faking it anymore?" ♥

(a/n) oops i made heizou's part too long and scara's too short whoopsies

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[glitterquadricorn]

Look What You Made Me Do - MV1

+summary: The couple was once thought to be the modern-day Romeo and Juliet (minus the unaliving part). Where you saw her, Max was not too far behind and vice versa. And despite his father's insistence to stay from her, he simply couldn't. He was enthralled by her and her persistence on the track. Together, they rose through the ranks and found themselves to be teammates in Formula one. But their story turns sour when Max betrays her in the worst way possible. +pairing: Max Verstappen x F1!driver +warnings: cheating, mentions the p*quets, curse words, hate comments, poorly edited. If i missed something, let me know.

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Her phone constantly vibrated against the glass coffee table of Max and Her's home. People were mentioning her in a tweet made from one of those wag accounts saying that Max was spotted with another woman that wasn't her and that he could be cheating. 'Max wouldn't cheat on me, right?' she thought to herself. Although, she remembered he had been acting rather weird lately. But him acting weird could mean anything.

The sound of the front door opening and closing and keys hitting the ceramic bowl alerted her that Max was home. Her eyes went straight to the bright orange bag in his hand. The same bright orange bag from the picture in the tweet.

"What's going on in that head of yours, Schatz?" Max hugged her, kissing the top of her head. He smelled like her.

"Thinking about what to make for dinner. Anything in particular?"

"I was thinking we could get takeout."

"Sounds good." She watched as Max turned towards their bedroom and tucked neatly into the collar of his shirt, which was a redbull shirt no shock there, was a semi dark hickey. A hickey she knew she didn't put there. Maybe that one tweet was right.

Dinner that night was a silent affair. The question of rather or not he was actually cheating weighed heavily on her mind. One half of her was being completely ignorant and believing Max would never do such a thing. The other half, the rational half, are putting the pieces together and ringing the alarm bells and are practically shouting from the rooftops that he is most definitely cheating. It was getting to be too much for her.

"Are you cheating on me?"

Max began choking on the water in his mouth. "What? Are you crazy? Where are you even getting this from?"

"It's just- I kept getting tagged in that one tweet-"

"And you believe it? You know those kinds of accounts make stuff up."

"Never said I did, Max," she said. "But explain the orange shopping bag, or how you got that hickey on your neck, or how you smell like none of the perfumes I have."

"I don't have to deal with this." Max stood up from the table and y/n followed after him.

"So, they're true?"

"Y/n, I don't want to talk about this right now."

"Well, that's just too damn bad. We're talking about this now because If we don't it won't get talked about at all."

Max faced her, his body shaking with anger. "Fine! Yes, I did cheat on you. Is that what you wanted to hear? How you weren't good enough and will never be good enough for me? How you'll never be good enough for anyone? How sometimes I can't fucking stand you to be around you? You. are. insufferable."

Her eyes started to fill with tears. In all the years she's known Max, he's never not once gotten this mad nor has he ever been this hateful. As if he realized what he's said, he began to apologize profusely.

"I'm so, so sorry, Schatz." Max tried to come closer to comfort her, but she stepped away.

"Thanks for letting me know how you really feel about me, Max. I'll uh get out of your hair."

"Y/n, please-"

"No amount of apologizing will ever make me forget what you said. You were the love of my life, the man that I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with and have kids with."

"But we can still have that!"

"It's rather funny you're trying to save a relationship you destroyed," she chuckled loudly at Max's audacity. "Tell me, how long have you been cheating? And be honest, I deserve that much."

With his head hung low in shame, he mumbled, "Nearly a year."

"Unbelievable."

Before heading off to their bedroom to pack some clothes, she looked at the man she once loved. "You know, I've dealt with a lot in my life. I've traveled the world seeing it in a whole new light while doing what I loved, been in a crash or two that was painful, seen and experienced things I didn't think I'd be able to experience, but this... this hurts the most."

Once she left the house, she got in her car and tapped on her lawyer's number, texting him.

I don't care how you do it, but just get me out my redbull contract. DON'T TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS.

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taylorswift I taught you well young grasshopper. liked by yourinstagram

lilymhe where are you going dressed like that? cause damn. ⤷ yourinstagram sponsorship meeting with a new sponsor.

user1 you want to explain that second picture?

user2 looking respectfully.

user3 new things coming? what's that supposed to mean? ⤷ user4 she did say she got a new sponsor and I assume it's with Chanel. ⤷ user5 I can't help but think the whole new things coming means something else.

pierregasly 👀👀 ⤷ yourinstagram just taking lessons from you.

francisca.cgomes are you single? ⤷ yourinstagram why yes, I am. you asking me out on a date? ⤷ francisca.cgomes of course! ⤷ pierregasly I'm right here you know. ⤷ yourinstagram I'll make sure to have her home before midnight 😉

user6 not y/n flirting with pierre's girlfriend 🤣

For half an hour, she sat on the couch listening to Lando, Logan, Charles and Pierre answer questions about their summer break, their hopes for the second half of the season and what they want for their teams/cars. Not one question came her way, and she was happy about that. She hated doing media with a passion. She could understand they had bills to pay, families to support, but if she could get away with not doing any kind of media without being fined for it, she'd happily do it.

Just when she thought she'd have an easy day, a reporter she was familiar with, one she has had problems with since her debut in 2021, raised her hand.

"Mackenzie Smith, Espn. I have a question for you, y/n," she smiled. "Over the summer break there was a rumor going around saying you were leaving redbull at the end of the season. Is that true? Can you maybe give some insight on that?"

It's an innocent question to ask, but knowing Mackenzie, she'll somehow go off topic and ask questions she has no business asking about.

"Accounts like that always make up some of the most ridiculous things for clicks. Unfortunately, people believe it and until me, or my agent confirms it, then it's just that. A rumor."

Mackenzie huffed, clearly not satisfied with that answer. But if there's something about Mackenzie everyone should know, is she has a habit of asking rather intrusive questions she has no business asking. "Your relationship with fellow driver, Max Verstappen, ended over the summer break as well."

"My relationship, or lack thereof, is not yours or anyone's business. End of discussion."

"But he-"

"Yeah, and I said end of discussion. What part of that did you not understand?" she paused. "Now, does anyone have any other questions? No? Okay."

She sat the microphone down beside her and walked out the room. Was she going to get lectured by her PR manager? Yeah. Was she going to be fined for walking out? Probably. But she didn't care and if there was one thing she knew she didn't have to sit there and be questioned about her personal life.

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yourinstagram Thank you for this amazing opportunity, Porsche. ⤷porscheformula1team: No, thank you for taking the risk and signing with us.

mickschumacher It's good to be back in formula one.

user7 while I am excited for Mick to be back, I just think y/n is a backstabber for leaving a team that pretty built her entire career. ⤷user6 did you honestly think y/n would stick around after Max cheated on her?

user8 this is the best thing to wake up to!

user9 redbull was holding y/n back, so it's a good thing she left.

user10 future wdc winners? liked by mickschumacher, yourinstagram,porscheformula1team

user11 best driver's pairing in f1 liked by porscheformula1team

user12 signing these two was the biggest mistake Porsche ever made. ⤷porscheformula1team we beg to differ. ⤷user13 Porsche defending mick and y/n 🥰🤗

Max Why didn't you tell me you were leaving? When did you even sign with porsche?

Y/N Didn't know I was obligated to tell you I was leaving. I signed back in August after I got that Chanel sponsor.

Max YOU SIGNED BACK IN AUGUST?! WTF

Y/N I move fast just like you.

Max What's that supposed to mean?

Y/N It means you're okay with getting into a relationship with Kelly 2 weeks after we broke up.

Max You're being childish, y/n.

Y/N Did you really think I'd stay after you cheated? In 2024, you better get used to being behind me because that WDC is mine.

Don't let this flop. I worked real hard on it.

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[ceresun]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃.

The fourteenth of February was always the same for Alastor, always staying inside on his own, creating new ideas for his radio show. But this year is different, now he’s spending the day with his lover. And he’ll make sure by any means that no one ruins this day.

pairing : human! alastor x fem! reader

extra : fem! reader ⟡ word count - 0.6k ⟡ alastor is probably ooc and it might be cringe ⟡ reblogs are greatly encouraged and appreciated! ⟡

Alastor who had always spent his Valentine's day alone, opting to stay cooped up in his room, in recent times preferring to stay in his radio station, working on new ideas for his broadcasts. This isn’t to say Alastor wouldn’t receive letters in the mail consisting of women trying to capture his heart. He was a charmer, no doubt about it.

He just didn’t see the appeal in having women fawn over him purely for his popularity. That is up until he meets you. Alastor who had gone on a quick coffee run, trying to take a break from his work. Once it’s his turn to order, he looks up and sees you.

Alastor who tenses up, getting out of his trance once he hears your softly mutter a quick “Are you okay, sir?” He nods, fixing his glasses before stuttering out his order. Alastor who knows he has to have you once he hears your giggle and mutter of “Your order will be right with you!”

Alastor who grabs his coffee in a rush, hastily making his way back to the radio station, not noticing the message written on it. He wouldn’t have noticed it if it weren't for one of his coworkers pointing it out and teasing him.

“You’re definitely something.. Maybe you’d like to meet sometime? ᡣ𐭩”

IF SOMEONE WERE TO EVER ASK Alastor to list what the best things in his life would be, you’d be on that list. And of course, that would mean he’d do anything for you, his darling girl.

He’d never let anyone harm you. And if they did, Alastor would make sure they’d regret it. This extended to anyone, no matter if they were close to you. So when he heard one of your closest friends make fun of you right in front of your face, he knew he had to do something about it. They were none the wiser when he had lured them into a cabin out in the woods, pretending to be throwing you a surprise.

The scene was one you couldn’t even imagine. He had torn them into pieces until they were practically unrecognizable. His eyes flash towards his watch and he realizes you were probably waiting for him at home. With that, he picks up the body and disposes of it nearby and makes his way over to the cabin to clean himself up. He couldn’t go home with your dead friend's blood, now could he? Especially on a night where he’d be taking you out to dine.

Once he makes it home he goes inside and knocks on your guys bedroom door. “Dear, can I come in?” He asks, his joyful smile evident in his tone.

You hesitate before opening the door and letting Alastor in. Alastor sees your dejected look and worries. Had there been someone who had upset you while he was gone? “What’s the matter, cher?” He asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It’s nothing.. Just that I don’t really want to go out anymore. I don't think my dress fits all that well and—“ You say before getting interrupted by Alastor.

“If this is about what your little friend said, forget about their nonsense! You look lovely, darling.” He reassures you, grabbing your hand and placing a soft kiss onto it. “Now, let me go get myself dressed and we can head out, yeah?” He says before grabbing his suit and going into the bathroom to change.

Coming out of the bathroom, he makes his way over to where you sat on the bed and presses a kiss onto your temple. “Don’t you fret about anything, alright? Everything will be alright.”

“I’ll make sure nothing ever happens to you. No matter what.”

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dance captains (c.yj)

wc. 2168

genre. smut

tags. minors dni! rivals to rivals with benefits, yeonjun x fem!reader, switch!yeonjun x switch!reader, their both kind of mean at the beginning, oral sex (both receiving), lots of teasing and lots of banter

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if there was one thing you were certain about, it was how much dancing meant to you. you loved coming up with new choreographies and seeing how you could bend your body in new ways. you loved the way you felt on stage, and the feeling afterwards, adrenaline pulsing through your veins, was even better. and you especially loved your dance team, and how eager every single one of them was to put on a good performance, and how willing they were to stay at practice later than they needed to make sure that everything fell into place.

however, sometimes, it was easy to forget all the things you loved so much about dance when you remembered that you had to work with choi yeonjun.

in your eyes, he was lazy. he was rude. he was so deeply unprofessional. he never showed up to practice on time. and when he bothered to grace the team with his presence, he always half assed it. and you’re pretty sure the only reason he was even captain was because his last name was on the building that you practiced at.

and today, like any other, he sauntered into the practice room forty five minutes late, holding a watered down iced americano in his hand.

“look who finally decided to come into practice.” you announced as he walked to the couch in the back of the practice room. he turned to glare at you. the tension between you two was palpable and you could feel the uncomfortable stares of the other dancers who had to deal with this tension every single practice.

“guys, why don’t we take five?” you tell the rest of the team. “not you,” you say to yeonjun, who was planning his escape from the room with the other dancers who quickly fled as soon as you made your announcement.

“what is it now?” he turned to face you with a tight lipped smile.

“you’re late,” you responded bluntly. “again.”

“whatever,” he dismissed you, placing his bag on the floor.

“don’t “whatever” me, yeonjun.” you begin, standing with your hands on your hips. “you made a huge deal about wanting to be captain but you can’t even be bothered to come into practice.”

“i’m here, aren’t i?”

“yeah, almost an hour late.”

“not that it’s any of your business, but i was busy.”

“doing what?”

“like i said, it’s none of your business.”

“god, are you always this infuriating?”

“are you always this uptight?”

“fuck you.” you counter as the dancers file back into the room.

right now yeonjun was the least of your problems. your university was hosting a festival at the end of the month that you were supposed to be performing at and your team was still very much behind. you didn’t waste any time to get back to practice after your teammates filled the room. standing at the front, you instructed them to pick up from where you left off.

as the music started, the studio came alive with movement and the dancers took their places as you and yeonjun monitored them making sure that their formation was correct and they moved in sync. throughout the practice, the dancers pushed themselves, and you could see their progression and improvement with each repetition of the choreography.

“thank you guys so much.” you acknowledge after practice ends. “you guys worked really hard today. i know we’ve been pushing you but we’re almost at the finish line. i’ll see you tomorrow.”

the others make their way out of the room and you make your way to yeonjun. “we need to work on the choreography for the second verse and the last chorus.”

“yeah, about that…” his voice trailed off.

“what about it?”

“i think we should scrap it.” he admits.

you scoff in response. “you’re not serious.”

“i thought about it.”

“that must have been a lot of work for you.” you roll your eyes, rummaging through your bag in search of your water bottle.

he clears his throat to get your attention. “i thought about it and i think the song is boring.”

“oh no,” you feign upset. “yeonjun thinks the song is boring so we have to change the choreography that the entire team has been working on for the past two weeks.”

“well i’m captain so i think i have a say in what choreography we do.”

“well we’re co-captains, so no, not quite.”

“i have an idea that i’ve been working on.” he pulls his phone from his back pocket and shows you a video of him dancing. the music began to play and it became evident that dancing was not just a skill for him. his body flowed so effortlessly. his movements were mesmerizing, blending his strength and his delicacy. he moved in perfect harmony with the rhythm.

“this is what you’ve been doing while you’ve been skipping practice?” you asked when the video ended.

“it’s good, right?”

“it’s okay.” you lied.

“why is it so hard for you to compliment me?” he looks up at you, and you realize just how close you are. you take a step back and clear your throat.

“it doesn’t matter if it’s good because we’re doing the original choreography that everyone has been working on already.”

he scoffs and connects his phone to the speakers in the room. he sits on the floor and begins his stretches. you join him on the floor. “i hate you so much, you know?” you tell him.

“well that’s good because i hate you more.”

“it’s not a competition.”

“but if it was, i would hate you the most.” he sticks his tongue out at you.

“you’re so fucking immature.”

“you’re just mad that you have to work with me.”

“yeah because i had so many plans for this team and now i have to run them by a manchild who only got his position because of his parents.”

the smirk on his face falls off and is quickly replaced with a scowl. “just show me the second verse you’ve been working on.”

he plays the song and you run through the choreography from the beginning. in that moment, the world around you fades away. you don’t even notice him moving to sit on the couch as you move along to the choreography, your body guided by the years of practice and dedication that you’ve poured into your craft. for some people it comes naturally. but for you, dance is a language that you’ve had to learn. you complete the choreography, satisfied with yourself.

that satisfaction quickly vanishes when you see yeonjun staring at you blankly. “what’s wrong with it?”

“nothing.” he answers with speed.

“then why are you looking at me like that?”

“it’s just…” he pauses to think.

“can you just spit it out?”

“you’re a really good dancer.”

you laugh. “yeah, that’s kinda how i became captain of this team.”

“why thank you yeonjun. that was really kind of you.” he mocks you.

“i’m just saying, i know.”

“yeah, i don’t think i’ve ever seen you dance like this before.”

“well if you came to practice you would see me dance.” you move to sit beside him on the couch. 

“okay, fair enough.” he scoots away from you, his posture tenses up. you look him up and down, your eyes stopping at the bulge in his pants that he was trying his best (and failing) to hide. you burst out in laughter.

“oh my god! are you hard right now?” you say between laughs, clutching your stomach.

“no i’m not.” he defends himself, turning his face away from you in embarrassment.

“oh c’mon junie, look at me.” you tilt his face towards you.

“fuck you.” he pulls away from your touch.

“oh i know you want to.”

“please, go to hell.”

“why? wouldn’t you rather me stay here and help you.” his head snaps back in your direction. you try to stifle your laugh.

“you’re fucking with me.”

“so, you don’t want me to help you?”

“no,” he says a little too eagerly. “i mean, i do want you to help me.” he swallows. you cross over to sit on his lap, straddling him. his breath hitches when you lock eyes, yours conveying fascination, waiting to see who dared to make the first move. it was a battle of wills, a sort of unspoken challenge to see who would be the first to surrender to the intoxicating pull between the two of you.

“i hate you,” he finally breaks the silence. his arms tightly snake around your waist, pulling you in closer to him. “so fucking much.”

you press your lips against his. “i hate you too,” you tell him and you mean it. your lips meet in a fiery, intense kiss. as if a pipe had burst and all the years of pent-up frustration had been released. he pulls you deeper into the kiss and you respond with your fingers playing in his hair.

as your lips parted, you locked eyes again in a mix of passion and anger. your gaze was torn between the intensity of the moment and the bitterness that you let fester since the day you met him. his grip on your waist still firm, you looked at him with a mixture of frustration and yearning. “i knew you always wanted me.” a smirk plastered on his face.

“shut up.” you pulled him back into a kiss, your hands sliding from his face down his torso, your fingers tracing over the curves and planes of his body, until they found refuge on the waistband of his shorts. “tell me how much you need me.” you whisper against his lips.

“don’t play with me.” he groans.

“need you to tell me, junie.” you pepper kisses on his neck. “not gonna do anything until you do.”

“god, i need you,” he surrenders to you just like you wanted. “need you so bad.” he melts under your touch and you smile as you make your way down to your knees, slowly releasing his dick from his shorts.

“s’all i wanted to hear.” you wrap your lips around him, starting at the tip and steadily working your way down, letting your tongue wander over every part of him. he throws his head back and your name escapes his lips like a mantra.

he flips between wanting to worship your mouth and reeling in the fact that he has you here, on your knees, sucking the life out of him. his hands travel down to grasp the back of your neck, his hips thrusting upwards as you bob up and down on his length. “who would have thought? your mouth good for something other than complaining?” he breathes out between moans.

his whines are pathetic as you pick up the pace. “fuck,” he cups your face, titling your head upwards so you’re looking him in the eye. “you look so pretty with my dick in your mouth, baby.”

if the near silent moans that escaped his lips as he hung his head back weren’t enough to off of, the stutter of his hips gave away the fact that he was so close to his release. you slow down, swirling your tongue around the tip before detaching with a lewd pop. “what are you doing?” he asks, his face betrayed with confusion.

“if you think you’re going to cum in my mouth just like that, you’re sorely mistaken.” you get up. “if you want to come, you’re gonna have to work for it.”

he lays you back on the couch, scattering kisses on your stomach as he pulls your leggings down to your knees. he bites down onto the flesh of your inner thigh before placing soft kisses on your clothed cunt. “this is what you wanted, right? me between your legs?”

“just shut up and eat me out.”

with that slides your underwear down and buries his face in your pussy, his head moving up and down as he moans against you, the vibrations send chills down your spine. like a dehydrated man in search of an oasis, yeonjun’s tongue laps your pussy eagerly, his sloppy ruts causing his nose to bump against your nose. “fuck, god, you taste so fucking good.”

you tighten your grip on his hair as you inch closer to your orgasm. you feel him smile against your core. “fuck jun…” head thrown back, you cum with a breathless moan, fingers holding onto him with dear life, as if someone was about to take him away from you.

his face was covered with your arousal when he came up for air. he drew closer to kiss you. “lemme fuck you.” he asks between kisses. “wanna make you feel so good, baby.”

“we have to work on the choreography.”

“but you promised that if i made you cum, you would let me finish.”

“i said you needed to work for it.” you lightly push him off of you. “still need to work for it.”

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[urmichiee]

Timeless

:: How they confess to you! (spoiler, you like them back)

With: Suna Rintarō and Kageyama Tobio x gn!reader (separately)

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➵ Suna Rintarō

While you’re just hanging out, he would randomly say it

It wouldn’t be related to what you were saying

Is straight to the point

It comes out of nowhere, and you’d just be left there, shocked

You have to process what he just said

It never did cross your mind that you would be friends with a popular volleyball player. Nor did it cross your mind that you would have feelings for said volleyball player.

Suna is a good-looking person, if that wasn’t obvious. He has a few fan girls, always present in his matches, may it be in Tokyo or Hyōgo. He is what you could say nonchalant, not showing much emotion most of the time. He provided short answers and quick observations when needed. But, he was most talkative when he was with you.

Atsumu can say that he has never seen Suna talk more to anyone than he did you.  

Suna met you in his first year in Inarizaki, while buying ice cream at some shop. It turns out, you’re in the same school and year as him. It was like you were meant to meet. You two became closer, meeting each other in between periods and after classes, sometimes accompanying him while he practiced.

Suna asked you if you wanted to go with him for ice cream after classes end, as he had no practice and you didn’t have any club meetings. So, you said yes. It would have been rude to say no, especially if it was your crush asking, no?

You had gotten the cookies and cream ice cream while Suna got chocolate ice cream. You thought it was weird, especially since he usually orders the same as you. It turns out he doesn’t like cookies and cream that much… Then says he has never tried it before?

“You know, cookies and cream is actually really good. I like it-”

“Yeah? And I like you,” what? 

“Huh?” To say that he didn’t mean to confess to you right there wasn’t entirely false. It was Suna, after all. He does unexpected things that he’s been meaning to do for a while.

“Nothing. Come on, let’s go,” he says, slightly embarrassed, and walks even faster, making you just stand there and process what he just said.

“Hey! Wait! The hell did you just say?” You run up to him as he was already further along.

“I said it was nothing.”

“Before that, dumbass!”

“I don’t know what you mean,” he wasn’t giving you a break, huh? It was an amusing sight, really. A person trying to stop a boy, giving their all trying to stop him. 

“You know exactly what I mean… Stop walking so damn fast!” 

“Forget what I said. I said nothing,” contrary to what others may think, he didn’t care about if you liked him back, he just knows that somehow, it will spread everywhere in a matter of seconds. How THE Suna Rintarō confessed. How THE Suna Rintarō actually likes someone. How Suna Rintarō-

“And if I said I liked you too?” you cut his thoughts off with eight words, and he didn’t think he would be more relieved to hear them. 

“Eh? Really?” Frankly, he could barely believe it. Someone like you likes him? He must be in a dream, he must be.

“Yeah! For a while now. I thought I would have to tell you, but you beat me to it,” he had finally halted in his tracks, not believing one bit that his crush likes him too. And for a while? How come he didn’t notice?

“Oh. Then, can I be your boyfriend?” Straightforward, as per usual. It didn’t seem weird for Suna to be so forward. 

“Sure, Suna."

“Rintarō,” he corrects you.

“Alright, then… Rintarō,” you cast a small smile on his face. It just seems so natural to you. So casual, even if this is a big change for both you and him.

The rest of the way towards your next destination, he had your fingers intertwined with his, swaying it ever so slightly. Yeah, ice cream has never tasted better.

➵ Kageyama Tobio

None of it was meant to happen

A certain team mate of his was just being a little too loud for his liking, resulting in whatever situation you were in now

To other people, you and Kageyama were polar opposites. You were sweet, nice, there to give a hand to people who need it, loving. He, on the other hand, was feared. Whether it was his aura or appearance that scares people, he was still feared. It didn’t sit right with people how you two were so close, never mind being friends. People would have thought you would be better friends with Hinata, if they had to pick.

Due to your welcoming personality, people are bound to like you. Letters and gifts stack your desk every day, Valentine’s Day being a day when you're bombarded with confessions and flowers galore. It was why Kageyama had never admitted his little liking towards you.

It didn’t take long for his teammates to figure out why he acted so differently around you. The way his eyes would glisten at the sight of you. How he stutters more in your presence. How he seemed to work harder at practice when you were watching. How his sets get more accurate, if that was even possible, if you were watching the match.

It also didn’t take long for his teammates to tease him about it, sometimes even his coach.

“Oh, ho! Looks like loverboy’s back from hanging out with the love of his life!” “Kageyama, you act sweeter around [Name]. How ‘bout you act like that around me!?” “Look at the king! Stuttering around poor little [Name]!”

The comments did faze him, but he looks at you once and he somehow calms down. The team begs you to watch their practice when you can, they didn’t want their setter to be such a hassle.

It was already late in the afternoon, around when his practice was supposed to end. You offered to wait for him as you also had a club meeting to attend, not wanting to walk alone.

Opening the gym door, they were doing a practice match, three versus three. So, they were focused on the game and didn’t look at who entered and who exit. The first to notice you was Nishinoya.

“Oh, guys, look! It’s Kageyama’s crush!” He shouts to the team. Now, all eyes were on you. Wait, what did he say? 

“Huh!? Excuse me?” You blurt out. It didn’t take a genius to know that you had no idea about his feelings towards you, even if he was completely obvious that it was embarrassing. The ball drops beside Kageyama, who was supposed to set it to Hinata before… this.

“Noya, bro, run!” Tanaka shouts to him before Kageyama could pounce on the 5’3 libero. 

“Oh, shit,” Nishinoya realizes what he did and bolted out of the gym, leaving everyone stunned. If you didn’t know better, he would have thought Kageyama was frozen dead as his arms dropped beside him, his mouth agape.

No one dared utter anything. It was just complete silence. The coach, who was also just as surprised at Nishinoya’s actions, decided to dismiss the team. Kageyama was the first one out of the gym and into the club room, wanting the ground to swallow him whole. He swore he was going to kill Nishinoya, even if he was his upperclassman. 

Twenty minutes later, after the whole team comforts him, saying it would be alright, he decided to be brave and walk home. Maybe you went home already?

Nope. It turns out, you sat on the stairs waiting for him. God, damn it. 

You stand at the sight of your friend. You two just stare each other down, neither one wanting to move from their position. You decide to motion him to follow you. He merely follows what you tell him, trailing behind you as you walk together.

It stays an awkward silence for a few minutes, stopping at a green light, waiting for it to turn red.

“...So. Uhm, do you want to tell me what happened there…?” You ask him. 

“Uh…” It was clear as day that he was, most definitely, scared. And you didn’t think you would see Kageyama Tobio scared.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, that’s fine,” you said. Although you really really wanted to know what he had to say, you didn’t want to force him.

“No, it’s fine… Okay, you have to listen to what I’m about to say, alright?” You nod your head at his words, was he dying?

“I really really really like you. For a few months now and I was scared you didn’t so I didn’t tell you, but Noya didn’t seem to get the message and accidentally screamed you were my crush. It’s alright if you don’t like me back, can we stay friends?-”

“Tobio, calm down,” he stopped talking at the sound of your voice. Hm, you still had the same effect on him, even when he was confessing. Wait, Tobio? That was the first time you called him that.

“Let me speak. Do you know why I reject every single confession I get?” You ask him. He shakes his head from side to side, visibly confused at the sudden question.

“Heh, even with the number of confessions I get, you would think I accept at least one, right? That’s what people think. There is one person I would say yes to if they ever did confess to me,” his heart shatters. You had your eyes on someone already? Damn it.

To say he wanted to disappear right there would be an understatement. He’s frozen in place, he can’t be bothered to move.

“Listen to me, Tobio. That person is you, alright?” Wait. Pause. Stop the time and rewind. You liked him back?

“For how long you’ve liked me, I’m sure I’ve liked you for longer,” you sigh as you confess your feelings to him. His eyes widen at your words.

“Wait, you like me back?” He asks you.

“Yes, keep up!.... So, what are we now?”

“...Dating? Only if you want to, though,” that last part was added as a measure. 

“Well then, Tobio. Would you-”

“[Name], would you want me… to be your boyfriend?” He cuts you off, asking the question you’ve been wanting to hear from his mouth. You smile, a faint blush creeping up your face.

“Yes.”

Bonus! 

The next day  

“Huh!? You’re dating?” Sugawara says in surprise as they kept pestering him about what happened yesterday.

“Yeah. They said they also like me, so we’re dating,” he hung his head low, not wanting his teammates to see the red from his cheeks as he remembers the memory.

“Damn it, I wanted to confess to them…” Hinata mutters under his breath, but much to his dismay, Kageyama hears.

“Hahhh!?”

A/n: Happy speak now tv release day! :D

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CC! I love this sweet little event idea. If Barbatos isn’t already snatched up, could we get Barbatos x MC with Cloudy? Your Barbatos is top tier 💕

Hello, Arvandus!!

Ahhh thank you I quite enjoy the way you write Barb too!! Our precious butler he makes me lose my mind lol. I considered a couple scenarios for this prompt, but I think it would've been straight fluff no matter how it had gone.

Thank you for participating!

COZY COMFORTS EVENT

GN!MC x Barbatos with prompt cloudy

Warnings: none!

Tea parties at the Demon Lord's Castle were always a highlight in your schedule. Any time you were invited, you made sure to arrive exactly on time. Sometimes there were others joining you and it was an occasion full of voices as well as tea and pastries. But sometimes, you found yourself alone with a demon who could command time and space.

It was easy to forget that Barbatos had such powers when he was sitting next to you, pouring you tea and asking you questions about your day. Even when it was just the two of you, being in his presence had become effortless. His gentle smile and steady voice filled you with contentment.

And yet today, as you sat beside him, you felt that there was something nagging at you. You couldn't put it into words, so you simply sipped your tea and nibbled at your pastries. You could feel Barbatos's eyes on you, though. Try as you might, you could never really hide anything from him. He was too observant.

And yet he was all patience, not asking you about it, but instead waiting for you to be ready to say something on your own.

You had finished your tea and you sat looking down at the empty teacup. There was a lull in the conversation and your mind wandered a little. The dregs of the tea leaves sat at the bottom of your cup, creating odd patterns of mushy greenery.

"Barbatos," you said. "Did you know that humans read tea leaves to predict the future?"

"I am quite familiar with that practice, yes," Barbatos said.

This surprised you into looking up at him. "Really?"

Barbatos smiled. "I have found myself quite curious about human methods of divination and of course reading tea leaves had a particular interest to me. Would you like me to read yours now?"

You blinked. "You know how to do it?"

"Indeed," Barbatos said. "Though I cannot vouch for the accuracy of it."

It was such a Barbatos thing to say, you handed over the teacup without quite realizing it.

Barbatos took it from you, his gloved fingers coming into contact with yours and lingering on purpose.

Then his eyes focused on the cup in his hands. He frowned slightly. "Hmm. Your leaves are quite difficult to decipher. This can happen when your future is meant to remain obscured. There are no distinct symbols to read, I'm afraid. I would interpret the general impression of it as 'cloudy.'"

"Cloudy?" you repeated, incredulous. "You're really telling me that my future is cloudy?"

Barbatos put your cup down on the table again and chuckled. "I apologize if that was not the prediction you were hoping for."

You folded your arms, pretending to be upset. "I mean, why couldn't the tea leaves have told me that there would be great happiness in my life or something?"

"Would it be enough if I simply said that there will be great happiness in your life?" Barbatos asked softly.

You dropped your hands into your lap and looked at him in confusion. "How do you know? Did you use your power?"

Barbatos took your hands and pressed a kiss to the back of each. He looked at you with a shining smile. "There is no reason to use my power to confirm something I already know to be true. You needn't worry, MC. I will see to your happiness."

Your heart began to race at the look in his eyes and you felt the blush creeping along your face.

You gripped his hands and pulled him forward into a proper kiss, overcome by the reality of what his words meant. Barbatos's arms wrapped around you and you knew that no matter what happened in your future, you could always count on that embrace.

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[starrylothcat]

Release

🔥NSFW🔥Wolffe x Fem!JediReader One-Shot

Summary: You and Commander Wolffe share an intimate moment. 1400 words.

Warnings: NSFW 18+. Minors DNI. Pure smut, with feelings.

Author’s Note: I love Wolffe. I love soft Wolffe. That is all. Please enjoy and drop me a line!

Right now, you weren’t in control, and you loved it. Wolffe had you practically bent in half on the edge of the bed, your knees thrown above his shoulders as he relentlessly struck a deeper and deeper part of you with every roll of his hips. Tears pricked at the sides of your eyes from the intensity, your mind completely clouded with desire, with him. You watched as his usual stoic facade crumbled, his good eye locked with yours as you both climbed closer to release. His large, warm hands grasped at your legs, his thrusts becoming more uncontrolled with every cry of his name that left your swollen lips.

On the battlefield you were powerful, decisive, The General. The responsibility of being a Jedi laid so heavy on your soul, you took these moments when you could forget, just for a little bit, whenever you could. In these minutes with Wolffe, you were just you. He was just him. You weren’t Commander and General. You weren’t at war, your lives at risk every single second of every single day. You could indulge in what you weren’t allowed to have, but maybe could if the circumstances were different.

Wolffe knew he wouldn’t last much longer as he watched you begin to completely fall apart beneath him, something only he could do to you, something only he had the privilege. Seeing his General splayed out, completely and utterly vulnerable, offering yourself to him without hesitation, made him crave you even more. It also made those screaming thoughts in his head that this was wrong, against every regulation he could think of, a little quieter.

Wolffe lowered your legs from his shoulders, pressing his torso down on to yours as your ankles locked around his waist, instinctually bringing him as close as possible to you. His forearms caged your head, every muscle in his body quivering, his cock driving deeper still in to you, causing you to see stars. You cried out and grasped his shoulders, your body writhing beneath his.

Wolffe brought his lips to your ear, hoarsely whispering how beautiful you were like this, telling you to let go, that he had you. How you were his, and no one else’s. Your breasts and thighs had already been thoroughly marked by his teeth, driving home the fact that you were indeed his and only he made you feel this way.

You nodded, barely forming thoughts as he brought one of his large, calloused hands down to your pelvis and began rubbing a thick finger deliciously against your clit, your body on the verge of imploding.

At any time you could easily overpower him, but you never did. You let him take charge, giving him some semblance of control in these moments, whereas in the battlefield there were none. He could lose you at any second, his worst nightmare was not being able to protect you, failing at his duty as Commander, even though he knew you didn’t need his protection.

But at least right now he could have you, care for you in the only way he knew how. Help release the burdens you both carried.

Wolffe let out his own guttural moan as your nails dug in to his shoulders, holding on for dear life. Your back arched off the bed as you got closer to your release, his practiced finger working magic on your swollen clit. Wolffe was getting close too, your unbelievably hot and tight cunt trembling around his cock. He couldn’t help but stare at you, your cheeks flushed and your hair coming undone, sweat dripping down the side of your head from the exertion, your lips parted as more cries left your throat. You sometimes had the same look in the heat of battle, the look that originally fueled his desire for you. It was never enough, though. He constantly wanted more.

Wolffe brought his head down to yours, biting down in to the flesh of your neck as another whine was ripped from your throat. “Wolffe, I’m so close…please…”

“Cum for me, mesh’la. ” Wolffe’s words were slurred against your neck, his eyes now squeezed shut at the building sensation in his lower abdomen. “Look at me, I want you to look at me when you cum, that’s an order from your Commander.” Wolffe was begging now, he had to see your face. He had to see how he made you feel, it had to be worth it, all the secrecy and sneaking around, not fully knowing where this relationship might go or how long it would last, or even could.

Finally, with a final tight circle of his finger, your orgasm violently crashed over you. You could barely keep your eyes open as you grasped at his cropped hair, your body completely coming undone as his strong thrusts coursed intense pleasure throughout your body. You choked out his name over and over, your head thrown back against the pillow in ecstasy.

Wolffe’s dark eye didn’t leave your face, your exploding orgasm causing your core to clench around him. The rush of your juices and your incoherent words caused his thrusts to become erratic as his own powerful orgasm suddenly rushed through his body.

Wolffe let out a growling, gasping moan of your name, his hips not slowing down as he continued to watch your face intently, savoring every sensation, every subtle movement of your lips, your eyelids fluttering as your eyes rolled back in to your head.

You weren’t his General. He wasn’t your Commander. You were everything he wasn’t supposed to have and didn't deserve. Wolffe was a smart man, and he knew this was more than just carnal pleasure. You understood him more than anyone ever had. You were an anchor, a shining beacon that kept him grounded. Your smile, your touch, your power. You trusted him, saw him as an equal. He loved you.

After one final press of his hips, Wolffe collapsed on your body, touching his forehead to yours, trying to find his breath as he slowly pulled out of you. Your chests heaved together as you reveled in each other’s presence. You both knew you couldn’t stay like this much longer but were savoring every second.

The moment you both left your personal quarters the masks would be put back on, the Jedi General and the gruff Commander, proud to serve the Republic, and nothing more.

Your breathing began to return to normal and you let out a satisfied sigh, bringing a hand up to his face, gently tracing his scar. You ghosted over his cybernetic eye, continuing down the side of his devastatingly handsome face. He leaned in to your touch, as you looked at him with what he could only presume as love. That secret word that you have not said out loud, but hung heavy on both your tongues after every intimate encounter. Something that you and Wolffe assumed would always be out of reach, his life completely dedicated to the Republic and yours to the Jedi Code. But that changed. You opened him up to the possibility of more than just being bred for war. He opened you up to the possibility of non-selfish attachment, realizing you needed him as much as he needed you. Wolffe wanted to finally say it, but instead brought his lips to yours in a kiss so tender you felt your heart ache. You were the only one who got to see him like this, the gruff Commander absolutely at your mercy. Wolffe did everything with purpose, and you didn’t mistake what he was trying to tell you.

I love you.

You cradled his face in your hands, kissing him back with the same gentleness he was showing you, hoping he’d understand.

I will always love you. I will always protect you. I will always be yours.

The urgent beeping of your comlink cut through the heavy silence of the intimate moment, lost somewhere in the jumble of robes and armor thrown carelessly by the door of your quarters. Your time was up. Wolffe pulled away from you, his face searching yours, still on top of you. “We have to go, Wolffe.” Your voice was shaking. “They are expecting us at the debrief.” Wolffe grunted, wanting to say something, to acknowledge the moment you had just shared, to say hell with the debrief. Your comlink beeped again, something you couldn’t ignore a second time, and he knew it. It was time to become General and Commander again, you couldn’t escape your fates. Wolffe rolled off of you, and you both dressed slowly, not ready to once again put on your professional guise, not wanting your time together to be over.

You clasped your belt, hooking your lightsaber to your side and adjusted your robes as Wolffe tucked his helmet under his arm. His serious and composed demeanor returning, but you could tell he was hesitating, staring at you with intensity, sensing he wanted to say something. You were about to ask what was wrong, but Wolffe suddenly reached for your forearm, yanking you back in to him, his helmet clattering to the floor. Wolffe growled and grasped the sides of your face, bringing you in for a desperate kiss. His lips moved fervently against yours as he finally uttered the forbidden words that had been burning a hole in his chest since you first invited him to your quarters, giving yourself to him.

I love you.

Your heart soared as you urgently whispered it back with ease, feeling lighter with every admission as his lips continued to devour yours, holding on to him so tightly you thought you might crack his plastoid armor. Everything but him faded away. He was giving his heart, his life to you. It was all he had to offer. You gasped the words again and again over his lips, letting him know there was no question in your mind about him, about what you had.

Wolffe pulled his lips from yours, letting you both breathe, not wanting this to end when it was seemingly just beginning. But it had to, at least for now. Duty called, as it always had and always will. His heart was pounding out of his armor. You looked at him, so lovingly and radiant he was once again at a loss for words, feeling as if he didn’t deserve this. But there you were, admitting the same long-hidden feelings that have been growing under the surface ever since you joined his squad.

Wolffe stepped back and let his hands fall from your face, one finger brushing over your lips as he did so, a promise for later. Nothing in this Galaxy was certain. But you were. And that’s all he needed.

Author’s Note: Never ending thanks to @wanderer-six for beta reading and being feral over this man with me 😚

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[dizzy-after-dark]

Cauterized | Steve Rogers

BOOM MIC DROP: SMUT FOR THE END OF THE YEAR! Y'all didn't think I would not post once this year, did you. Well, here it is. I TRIED! Mwah; see you in 2024!

Tags: Angst (not really but yeah), SMUT, fluff

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x F!Reader (Third Person)

Notes: UHHHHH 18+ BUCKOS; this is a continuation of Ignorant, which is the first part and angsty as FUCK but a personal fave of mine if I do say so myself; been really thinking about finishing my requests from over a year ago for Dinner At Dizzy's on my other account, @dizzydancingdreamer (masterlist linked if you're feeling peckish)

Warnings (what to expect, ig): oral (f recieving), fingering, sex (???), uhhhm lack of descriptive writing from a rusty author, sappiness, swearing, bad metaphors, shower sex, alcohol consumption (BARELY), size kink, over-use of the word "Stevie"

Word Count: 4.6k

She pushes the door closed, turning the shower on lazily. Her muscles ache as she twists the knob all the way to the left. Somewhere, sometime she was told about cauterization. You can seal wounds closed with fire— forcibly fuse the skin back together. She has no cuts. Nothing to fuse. And only hot water. However, maybe stepping into the scalding stream might fix the part of her brain that keeps replaying it all, over and over. 

Baby I— 

If anything, it might numb her. She would take that too right now. Hence the bottle on the counter, partially drunk and already open. She takes the first swig, the liquid like fuel to the inferno raging in her stomach, burning the rest of her in the process. The taste is acrid— she’s never been much of a drinker. She just wants to forget it all. Setting it down with a clunk, she strips out of grimey shirt, letting it puddle at her feet. 

Looking at the material, which at one point was a stark white but will now forever be a dingy gray, she laughs. Not really but, yeah, kind of— one of those half amused huffs, anyway. A pity laugh, for the state of her life. That shirt is practically trash. Even if she had the time, energy, or resources to wash it, there’s no way it’ll ever be the same. 

She should just throw it out. 

Is she even talking about the shirt anymore?

She kicks it into the corner, hands falling to the button of her jeans, swollen knuckles screaming as she fails a few times to push the little metal circle through the loop.

“Goddamnit,” she mutters to herself, and to the ghosts, and the spider she saw in the corner when she came in but didn’t have the heart to make the latter as well. 

She’s already made too many ghosts. 

“I, uh, I can help?”

None of those ghosts have ever answered before, though. 

Whirling around, fists balling in front of her face, she readies herself in less than a breaths time to send said ghost straight back to the grave—

“Woah, easy there, baby—”

Only to find Steve, his baby blues wide and a tad panicked but his hand nevertheless peeking through the crack of the door, reaching for her. Mind glazing over with confusion and, well, a fair bit of something russian and label-less, she blinks up at him and the damn door. She closed that— she remembers closing it… right? 

Her eyes flick down and the fire in her belly kindles a little more. 

“Are you kidding me?” She groans, the exhaustion an unwelcome guest in the cavern of her chest.  

His boot, right there in the doorway, holding the measly wooden traitor open. She never heard the damn click. Didn’t even bother to listen for it. Rookie mistake, honestly. She can’t even be mad, really. 

“Please just let me help.” Steve pushes past the door, both arms now extended towards her, but he doesn’t touch her yet. 

He’s waiting. She stays silent. Partly because she has no idea what to say— or what she wants— and partly because he hates it. He absolutely, agonizingly hates when she gives him the silent treatment. She watches his jaw tick, lips pressing together until they go white, and there’s a sick part of her that relishes in the cool satisfaction rushing down her spine. 

You made me like this.

But there’s also a part of her that mourns with him when he clears his throat, crystal eyes flooding over, liquid and glassy, and lowers his arms slightly. Not all the way. He’s hopeful, maybe. America’s sweetheart is always hopeful, that’s one of the things she fell in love with him for. 

That’s still Steve— her Steve. 

“I know—” Steve swallows, “I messed up. I just— you’re hurt, baby. Lemme’ help.”  

She huffs— why is it so fucking complicated? Why can’t they just be normal?

She is hurt. Nothing needs cauterizing but there’s no denying her mottled skin, blue-ish under the crappy motel bathroom lights. Her hands throb, joints screaming at her— when she turns to the mirror, she almost gags at the slight bald patch behind her right ear— fuck, that one had really stung. Absolutely ridiculous the way some people fight these days. 

Her silence is deafening. 

She wants to sob. It’s right there, in the hollow of her throat— she wants to scream. Maybe not at him but in general. She used to live in a penthouse, with all her friends, and the love of her life. Now what? She used to get hurt like this back then too but now it feels purposeless— what are they even doing this for if they have nothing. Have no one. It made sense when she still had him. 

Meeting his gaze in the mirror— disappearing a bit into fogged up glass but there regardless— she still has him. Kind of. But she still doesn’t say anything when she turns back to face him. The frown carved into her face feels vile— deep and disgusting and entirely real— but she can’t make it go away. She can’t stop the sniffle, either. Why can’t she just tell him she misses him?

“Fuck.” 

It’s mumbled under his breath. The Captain America, standing in some rundown wreck of a place off some lonely highway, is swearing. Because of her. Is this hell? It feels like hell. 

But, no, it can’t be, because his hands are so, so gentle as they cup her cheeks, thumbs softly dancing over the bruises, half assessing, half trying. Trying to do what, she doesn’t know. Wipe them away? Commit them to memory? She leans into his touch regardless, conceding ever so slightly. She won’t say it, but he can help. There isn’t a universe in which she would truly deny him. 

The first tear that falls isn’t hers, but his, landing on her forehead right before he buries his face in her hair, wrapping those supersoldier arms around her, trying and, well, failing not to crush her in the process. The tenderness in her broken body is worth it, though, because he smells like home, even if tinged with gunpowder and war. 

“I am so sorry—” he whispers, heartbeat erratic under her ear, chest heaving for breath— “I am so sorry I brought this on you. You’re hurt and it’s my fault.”  

Complicated. She fists his t-shirt as hard as she can— fists in until her hands go numb. It’s not fair how complicated it has to be for them. 

Steve didn’t throw her into the fight, didn’t slam his fist into her eye, or rip her hair out by the handful. Steve didn’t even make her come with him when he left; that was entirely her choice. But he did lose his mind a little bit. Power tripped a little too hard. Focused so much on keeping them all safe that he missed the part where he was just supposed to hug her— and that’s what sucked most— but he is now, right?

That has to count for something? 

He pulls back and her fingers tighten, steeling, tensing. He can’t go, even if she isn’t sure what they are anymore. 

The agony in his eyes when he draws the line from her balled fists holding on for dear fucking life to her own, misty gaze is indescribable. “Baby I don’t know how to fix this. I want to, I—” he clears his throat again and her frown carves even further into her skin, eyebrows drawing together— “I want to so fucking bad.”

He plants his forehead against hers and it aches, the warmth of his skin. “I don’t want to make it worse. I need you to tell me how to help.” 

There’s a stinging in her throat where the words simply don’t manifest. What the fuck is she supposed to say? Nothing, at all, really, because she doesn’t even know how to fix her and she’s not mad so there’s nothing to fix… but isn’t there? Isn’t there something between them that desperately needs mending? Isn’t she mad? 

Is it anger? 

Or is it something much more primal. 

No, there are no words she can tell him. She could show him, though. Maybe that will work.

Letting his shirt go, she watches the breath catch in his chest, stuck and frantic. She knows that feeling well— that icy desperation to keep holding on no matter what. But she’s only grabbing his hands, not leaving him, and he’ll see that soon so she continues to drag him towards the stupid, little button that her useless fingers couldn’t seem to undo. In hindsight, maybe they were just waiting for him. 

Realizing, his forehead is off hers quickly, eyes seeking hers. “What? I don’t—” She flattens his palms against her stomach, engulfing the button, and he breathes the last word out— “understand.” 

Her brows raise, cheeks still on fire but now also burning— yes you do. 

“Are you sure?” He asks but there’s a little click— the same one she hadn’t heard earlier— as his boot clad foot kicks the door properly shut, and she’s pretty sure he knows just how sure she is.

All it takes is her thumbs on his, prodding them towards her arch nemesis— damn you, Levi jeans— and the soldier is moving, not rough in his quick actions, but determined. The button is no match for Steve Rogers on a regular day, but today? Now that he has a goal? A starting place? The button may as well have disintegrated under his fingers. 

Her own hands fly to his shoulders, clinging to him as he tugs the blasted jeans off her legs, trying the best she can not to topple over with the sheer force of him. Material pooling at her feet, his palms smooth so slowly back up her now bare legs, rising goosebumps in their wake. She hasn’t been touched in ages— she feels kind of like an animal waking up from hibernation, disorientated and hungry. 

Grabbing at her hips suddenly, her ass is on the cool countertop before she even has the chance to get dizzy. Spreading her thighs with his own, he works on her bra next— this faded, hole ridden thing that if she wasn’t so engulfed in searing, licking desire, she’d probably be embarrassed about. But it’s gone so soon that she doesn’t have a chance and replaced instead with two, bulky hands that entirely engulf her breasts. 

They squeeze her skillfully— with purpose. Thumbs swiping delicious circles around her nipples, flicking this way and that, exactly how he knows she likes it— exactly the way that should have her as a mewling heap in his hold. But she’s not— she’s contained, even as her very skin thrums alive with anticipation. Is this revenge or is it just fucking complicated?

She can’t decide so instead she bites the moan clawing at her throat into small enough pieces to swallow, all the while tuning into something dark that sparks in his ever watchful gaze. 

She’s caught— he gets it now. 

“Really, baby?” He muses, palming her, squeezing just hard enough to give the touch a slight bite. His tone has her feeling like a deer in his headlights— like a freight train is barrelling directly at her and there’s nowhere to go— and she squeezes her thighs around him, welcoming the collision. “You think I won’t work for it?” 

She only blinks at him. Once… twice… 

Her panties are dropped somewhere into the abyss, long forgotten with the rest of her clothes, and his knees thud heavily against the tiled floor. Replacing his body, his head now hovers right in front of a different button, golden hair tickling her sensitive skin as he pulls her legs over his thick shoulders. His skin is warm but not as much as his balmy breath which hits her clit, teasing her into a mess, hands curling around the edge of the counter. 

Come on, Steve. 

But, no, he doesn’t give in to her just yet. First, he turns to her inner thigh, sucking her skin into his mouth with bruising pressure before letting it go with a pop. He peers up— nothing. Moving to the other one, he whispers quick kisses over her sex but never lingers, only biting into her flesh once more once across her mound, teeth almost teasing a whimper from her this time but no, she’s not budging. 

That doesn’t mean he isn’t driving her crazy. Inside, she screams— she craves. C’mon baby just give it to me. Outwardly, her hands drunkenly find his hair, tugging at his soft locks. Now, now, now she chants furiously.

He unseals his lips from her thigh, peering up, less dangerous and back to being her ever hopeful boyfriend— is her her boyf— He kisses her folds, spongy lips lingering a moment, rendering her blank and feverish. Angelic— he’s angelic. From under his long lashes he all but begs her, his dark eyes starving and wanting, but his hands are so soft on her hips, massaging deep into her. It’s this mixture of puppy dog pleading and a knowing of sorts— he knows she’s going to cave eventually.

How does he do that? 

“Words? Please?”

She only pouts and, again, the switch flips. “Fine.”

The word is punctuated with the warm, wet stripe he licks up her center, flicking his tongue languidly over her clit. For as rushed as he’d started this mission, he’s truly never been one to speed through his meals, preferring instead to devour her slowly— expertly— tasting her thoroughly like he has all the time in the world. Meanwhile her body pulses, teetering dangerously already on the knife-sharp edge of too much and too little as he masterfully carves her out. 

Her hands, which had moments ago tried to pull him closer, now use his hair as handles to keep herself from toppling off the counter when he slides her closer to him, burying his face fully into her heat. Heels digging into his back, she watches the spot where his shirt rides up intently, consumed not only by the harsh sucking on her clit but also the tanned, muscled skin peeking out and then disappearing below his own jeans, taunting her. Why hadn’t she taken it off him first? 

She doesn’t have time to think much more about it though because he’s ravenous and she may as well be ice cream, sweet and sticky, melting all over him, dripping down the sides of his face and fingers as they begin prodding against her. They tease, pushing into her but not quite far enough— hard enough.  

His gaze on her is overpowering— it’s deliberate. 

“Y’know,” he speaks against her, the vibrations making her tense, “you can just tell me what you want ‘and I'll do it.”

Her mouth is like sandpaper— her brain, uncooperative. This push and pull is becoming lethal, the next few pokes of his tongue honey slow and spine jolting. Please— she wants to beg. She’s so empty. So, so, achingly empty. Would his fingers even be enough? At this point, it’s as though he would need to crawl into her very chest to fill her up the way she needs to be. How could her words even convey something so needy? 

“Anything, baby. Whatever you want.” 

They can’t, so they don’t, but for the sounds she refuses to make, he doubles in his own, moaning his frustrations right against her. If he can’t make her say anything, he damn sure is going to make her do something. That’s probably why he finally caves, pushing his fingers in to the hilt, and she was stupid to think they couldn’t fill her, the slight burn of them not at all foreign but definitely intense. 

As they bury themselves in her over and over and over again, she bucks against his hand, chasing the start of a little ball of electricity growing in the pit of her stomach, getting higher and higher with every twist of his fingers. Combined with the incessant flick of his tongue— she’s a goner. Stifling the moan, her teeth find home in her lip, biting so hard her mouth gains a slight tang that excites her even more. What’s she even doing? 

Wouldn’t it be more fun if she just let loose? Isn’t that what’s been missing the whole time? The fun? 

When she sees the glint in his piercing stare— impish despite everything they’ve been through— she gets it. It’s hopeless— she is and they are but they’re together and the fun isn’t gone— she’s done. He earned it.

“Stevie—”  she finally cries, animalistic; it doesn’t sound like his name but he must know it is because, even with the intense throbbing consuming her entire body, she can feel his shoulders soften under her thighs— “please don’t stop, I’m so close!”

“That’s it baby,” he coos against her clit, voice raw, compliant as he continues to pump his fingers in time to her squirming, “that’s my girl. I missed that pretty voice of yours.” 

At what point the first orgasm turns into a second, she isn’t sure. It’s all one big blur of her whiny moans, wanton and liquid body, and his hushed prayers against her flushed skin, tongue lapping relentlessly against her. More baby; I know you can give me more. She doesn’t so much hear them as she does become them, absorbing them into her skin. That’s it angel— so good, so good for me.

She can feel him drinking in her mumbled, jagged noises, some words but others mere syllables, coaxed out of her by tongue and fingers all the same. Steve— honey— mmph, fuck, right there— oh my— the words pour out now, dam broken beyond repair, and for some reason, or maybe a lack thereof, it spurs her on even more, a freed woman if ever there was one— 

“Oh my god, Stevie!”

It’s maddening— he’s maddening. 

He’s relentless. 

It isn’t until she yanks his still-eager mouth away from her, stomach iron-tense from way too much overstimulation, does he slowly draw his hand reluctantly back from her shuddering body. His other arm unwinds from where it’s been snaked around her knee, anchoring her to him throughout the duration of his worship. Now pushing him upright, holding him just near enough to where she can hear his labored breaths but not feel them, she shivers, cold as ice without his heat. 

He stares down at her, unmoving, and her heart jumps in her chest. She doesn’t understand— he’s just standing there while she shudders, breathless. His shirt is stretched, no doubt from her pulling at it, and in noticing the damage she remembers how she’s completely naked and he’s completely not. Exposed doesn’t even begin to touch how she feels. 

She wraps her arms around her chest, knees drawing up to tuck under her chin. “Steve?” 

She’d forgotten what it felt like to constantly have him next to her— to have his furnace like warmth melting into her skin almost every minute. Now that she’s had her first real taste of him again, she’s de-acclimated to being alone. She needs him.

“C’mere,” she begs, shaking and a bit confused, why isn’t he touching her still, “please, Stevie, come back.” 

When her fingers finally swipe against his shirt, barely snagging it, he flinches, coming back to her. “Sorry baby, I didn’t mean—” 

She flings herself at him, heart off kilter and erratic in her chest as her lips press against his, swallowing his apologies and hoping beyond anything else that he just catches her, like he always does. He does, kissing her back fervently— reverently. His tongue, tinted with her essence, scoops into her mouth the same way he had been between her thighs. She welcomes the way he takes charge, knowing he holds her against him with every ounce of strength he has.

“—’m sorry,” he pants into her mouth, clearly not satisfied with the success of her attack, “so, so sorry baby.” 

He repeats the words deliriously. Presses them into her hair and against her temple, on her chin and both her cheeks. He especially feeds them to her, word for word, against her lips, soft at first and then rough, frenzied. He’s not talking about right now. He’s still back in that apartment; the fallen angel amongst the rubble, wings too broken to just leave it. 

It’s not complicated. And it’s not revenge, because she could never make him feel worse than he already does, nor would she want to. So, in between kisses and apologies, she answers.

“I know, Stevie.”   

“It’s ok— we’re ok, Stevie.” 

“Steve, stop— I love you!”

He stops. He sets her down, bare feet planting unsteady against the ground. He steps back. What?

“Stevie?” She questions, already moving forward, but his arms, sweeping over his head, towing his shirt up and off, halt her in her tracks. 

Oh.  

 Oh. 

This time, when she says his name it's only a breathy moan, fingers searching for his belt loops and hooking him towards her. In the time it takes for her hands to find the button— this one, thankfully, popping open immediately— there must be a god somewhere who didn’t abandon them in the rubble— he’s back on her, one hand carefully threading through her hair, dragging her mouth back to his, while the other pushes the rest of his clothes to the ground.

“I love you, I love— ah, fuck,” he hisses as her hand wraps around him, thumb brushing over his velvety tip.

For the first time, she smiles against his mouth, calm. “Language, Rogers.”

He pulls back, one neat eyebrow flicked up, but there’s humor in his eyes— no more tension. No more worry. Just fun. He leans down, nuzzling his chin down the side of her face, breath fanning her ear. Her hand stutters as it tugs on him, dragging up and down. He’s so hard— it’s been so damn long. 

“Thought I was Stevie, baby?” It’s an absent minded tease, blush lips parted even after the fact, glued to the way she touches him. 

In turn she watches his face, crowned in a mussed up halo of gold, some of which sticks to his forehead but most falling at every which angle, a product of her thighs sealing themselves around him. She can’t say that she’s never seen him this disheveled but she’ll never get used to it. He’s perfect— she makes him so messy. 

Clearly, she hadn’t been the only one enjoying herself, though, if the heaviness of him between her fingers, rutting into her palm is anything to go by. She squeezes harder, testing something, and he groans something almost inhuman against her neck. Guttural. He’s so close already. It fuels her like nothing else, tickling the part of her that just wants to please. She’s making reparations, too. Speeding up, she works him faster. Come on, honey.  

“Stevie—” she echoes and the next thing she knows, he’s pulling her off him, pushing her towards the steam which billows out from behind the curtain. 

From the moment her feet touch the warm, wet surface of the shower floor, everything is a blur. The water sprays over her harshly, but only for a moment, before he overpowers it with his own, massive body, just as searing against her skin. She registers the slick splat of her back against the wall, a grunt— missed this, baby, and her own feral howl as he slams into her. There’s no waiting, no tiptoeing, only his cock sealing them together furiously once more. 

One of her legs is hiked up impossibly far, hinging near his hip where his hand crushes her to him. The other leg holds her up— barely— heel raised, toes splaying for grip as she reaches higher. He’s just so big— so tall and so thick. So impossible to adequately open herself to without him fully lifting her but she wants to try so she does her best to meet his brutal pace, clinging around his neck desperately. 

If his fingers had filled her entirely, his cock is almost unbearable. She relishes it, though, the way she can almost feel him in her damn throat with each and every drag. It’s mesmerizing, the way there’s no need for adjustment— for remembering. He knows her body like it’s his own and it makes her drool with pleasure.   

The slapping of their skin together proves to be louder than the rush of the water, but not more so than Steve whose mouth is working over time, ladeling praises directly into her ear, soaked, stubbly chin grating deliciously against her temple.

“You look so pretty baby,” he hums, staring mesmerized at their bodies to where he slips in and out of her, “ look at you taking me so well.”  

And she does. 

It’s a lewd notion, the way she can see exactly where he is inside her by the way her belly ripples with his plunges, but one that makes her gasp nonetheless, spasming around him which is also visible to both of them. Loosening one of her hands from its vice grip on his shoulder, he places it on the exact spot, urging her to feel just how big he is. With every sloppy push and pull, she does feel it, and it sends her reeling.

“See that?” He rasps, and she can only nod, mouth agape enough for some of the water falling off his hair to drip into it. 

She swallows it, tongue somehow so, so dry despite everything. Her nerves are on fire, everything so much slower than it should be. 

The agonizing pull of his hand on hers, dragging her own fingers under his to toy with her clit. 

The little circles that take hours to complete but nurture the current running through her veins regardless. 

The fucking torturous in and out of his cock— taunting her, languidly pounding her for what feels like an eternity— she can’t think. She’s in the water but she feels under it, too, foggy and pent up. She just wants to cum—

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna—” 

“—Stevie!” 

She breaks through the sluggish pleasure into electric and all consuming waves, head falling against the wall as his hips stutter against hers, pumping once, then twice, before falling still. Each time, she clenches harder, babbling something gritty and foul and incomprehensible. Something along the lines of holy fucking shit baby but its blurred with searing, pulsing pleasure.

There’s stars behind her eyes and steam in her nose as he falls against her chest, sopping hair tickling her hypersensitive skin. Him pulling feels like what two exposed wires touching must— all sparky and hot. It’s too much. 

“Mmm, careful baby,” she mumbles and he chuckles. 

“Of course.” 

The rest is truly a lull. Steve doesn’t bother gathering their clothes, only her, carrying her limp body to the bed and carefully setting her under the covers, dripping and all, before joining her. If she weren’t so sleepy, she would have scolded him. But she is and her eyes are refusing to stay open, let alone give him that look. It’s all she can do = to seek his warm skin once more, slithering against his body and rooting herself there. 

Cauterized, or something like it. 

#Steve Rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #marvel smut #MCU smut #Avengers smut #dizzy is BACK #did you miss me?

[theheraldsrest]

Hey! I really really love your blog! If I may request, during downtime, how would the members of the inner circle react to find the Inquisitor drawing/sketching them?

“Companions react to Inquisitor drawing/sketching them”

After our *cough* little thing with Bull, let’s have some fluff, shall we? Thank you anon for the ask!

-Lord Lex

Cullen

“You did this? It’s certainly…it’s…how did you even…it’s amazing.”

-So surprised, no words. It makes him feel a little special that you’d choose to sketch him but also very embarrassed. In return, he tries drawing you. Might not be as good and there are a few rough sketches that were thrown in the fire, but he wanted to return the favor. 

Josephine

“Oh! Look at the detail and the softness! I wouldn’t have even thought it was me from how stunning it is!”

-Absolutely gushing over it. Josey’s always had a fascination for the arts and to be the subject of the piece from someone close to her? Adores it, even asks to keep it. She has it tucked away in one of her favorite books. Will always compliment your art even when talking to dignitaries.

Leliana

“I commend you on your artistic talent. Though, I’d ask you not to sketch me. Perhaps one of the ravens would make better practice?”

-Like Josephine, Leliana has an eye for art. She loves looking at the little details in your sketches and finds it a surprise that her face is amongst the papers. As much as she appreciates it, she’d rather her face remain a secret. She is your spy master, after all. Though, if she becomes Divine, she keeps the sketch as one of her favorite pieces of her. 

Vivienne

“Darling, as much as I’d like to say you're wasting your talents by leading the Inquisition instead of honing your skills, you are equally talented in both. Most usually fail to make me look this stunning.”

-It might not show on her face or in her words but she loves it. Several times people have been commissioned to paint her yet none come even close to your level of detail. More points if it’s of her smiling or laughing, the lines on her face as well as the wrinkle around her eyes gives her a sense of…normalcy. If she becomes Divine, she commissions you to do her portrait, no one else.

Varric

“You drew me? I think that’s gotta be one of the scariest pieces of your art I’ve ever seen! When you're done, can I keep it?”

-Though it doesn’t sound like it, he brags about it constantly. Even when he’s making fun of his slightly crooked nose or how his eyes might seem smaller than other dwarves, he’s complimenting the skill you put into the very minute details of his face. Varric will try to pay you for it even if you refuse, later trying to commission a drawing of Hawke when they come around.

Cole

“Oh, it’s me! Not really, but it’s Cole. But you’re trying to draw me…I can still remember his face, then.”

-He’ll stare at it for hours, his shoulders down. It’s been sometime since he’d been able to see his own face, forgetting that he even had a face. To see you draw that face, the real Cole, just from looking at him makes him happy. Will ask to look at it every now and then, just to make sure it’s still the same.

Solas

“I must say, you are quite talented and steady with your hands. It does allow others to see how the artist sees. You certainly make me seem…at peace.”

-From one artist to another, he gives you high compliments with very few complaints. It is unusual to see him drawn in such a way since he’s so used to seeing only the mosaics. He meant to get rid of it when he left the Inquisition, but just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Cassandra

“Inquisitor, though your craft is very beautiful and I admire how you can make these pieces, I must ask you not to sketch me.”

-Don’t get her wrong, she loves seeing your sketches but it’s mostly out of formality (and somewhat embarrassment) that she asks not to be your subject. If she becomes Divine, it’s one of the only pieces she prefers over the paintings. Though she does ask you, if you have the time, to draw something for her. When you give her a perfect picture of her brother and her, it’s one of the few times she truly hugs you.

The Iron Bull

“Holy shit. I’m alright when it comes to sketching, but you make it look pretty damn easy while so complicated! You even got my scars and the detail on my patch! Damn, boss!”

-Bull is used to doing quick sketches, usually of small details to make sure he could track someone or to remember something easier. Never had he really seen himself drawn so picture perfect that it completely baffles him. He looks at all the details with a smile on his face.

Dorian

“I can’t believe you managed to get my good side! In all honesty, though, this is remarkable. And not just because it’s me.”

-He had studied some art pieces before and never really found any he liked, but he has now found one of his favorite artists. Constantly asks if you’ve done any new pieces just so he can look at the heart that goes into them. Ask if you could teach him to sketch as such so that he can add better drawings to his research notes.

Sera

“What the fuck! That’s me! How the fuck! How did you do this! You even got my eyes to be lined up! How the hell did you do that?!”

-We all know Sera’s drawing style. She keeps saying the same things over and over again because she’s at a loss for words. Except for cuss words. Along with the rooftop hangouts, she insists that you two just draw together sometimes. Some of the goofiest drawings come from these times, especially one of a cartoonish Coryshit falling from a very detailed tower.

A little speech bubble near it says “Oh shit, I shat myself!”

Blackwall

“I…I’m honored to be one of your subjects. Not to blow my own horn, but this looks stunning. You really are something special, hm?”

-Blackwall has done a lot of sketching himself and finds your art a breath of fresh air. Other than looking at bits and pieces of his reflection, he usually tries to avoid seeing himself. So when he sees your drawing of him, he almost doesn’t recognize himself. You both trade sketches of each other just for fun and even sketch together.

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[feelbokkie]

Things He’d Write in His Planner for You

❤︎ January 14th: Diary Day ❤︎

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Couples swap cutesy yearly planners/diaries where they write important dates for each other to remember.

genre: fluff headcanon

pov: 2nd person

description: some of the little dates that skz would add to their planner for you

pairing: bf!skz x reader

warnings: none

word count: 1,087

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방 찬 (Bang Chan)

His days off and vacation days

You already knew what Chan was like when you started dating him. His work always seemed to be a priority. His late nights at the studio. His long practices. Promotion periods. It always seemed like he was too busy for you. You almost didn’t date him because of it. And while Chan has been trying his best to make time for you, you felt like he was overworking himself more to be with you. You were just worried that he was spreading himself thin. So when Diary Day came around, you were surprised that he had time to make one for you. You didn’t even think about making him one, not wanting to add to his stressful schedule. You were even more surprised to find every single one of his days off and vacations written and highlighted.

“Here, that way it’s easier to plan dates. Although, I’ll always make time for you, m'kay?”

이 민 호 (Lee Know)

His work schedule

When you told him that you wanted to swap planners for diary day, he looked at you confused at first. He just stood there and blinked at you at first. "What, are you planning on forgetting my birthday or our anniversary?" He was mostly teasing you. He wasn't sure what to put at first, so he just did the basics like birthdays (including your step-cats' birthdays) and anniversaries. He left it like that for a little bit, nearly blank with a few days. Until he got his schedule for the first half of the year. He knew you were going to ask anyway and he thought it'd be easier for you two to plan around dates. He mostly just put in interviews and when he would be out of the country or when he would be MCing. But then he added in all of the recording sessions, dance practices, and other practices. He even put in little notes reminding you that you could go sit in on practices if you wanted, definitely not because he wants you there.

"You have no excuse, I better see you at every event."

서 창 빈 (Changbin)

Anniversaries

He’s going overboard. He’s not just writing the anniversary of when you two started dating. He’s writing in the day that he first saw you. The day he knew he was in love with you. The first time you two held hands. First kissed. First ‘I love you.’ The day you two had your first fight. All the little firsts in your relationship and other important memories that you didn’t even think of to put in your diary for him.

“These days are important! We have to remember them so we can tell our kids about them one day.”

황 현 진 (Hyunjin)

Sketches

He started by writing quotes for each month since he didn't know what else to put. And then he decided to decorate the planner a bit to make it look nicer since it was pretty plain before. Was inspired by his favorite picture you posted online. Did the one sketch and then figured that he could just do that. Little things like the cup of coffee he's drinking or your favorite flower. At one point, he was picking up the planner more than his sketchbook. A few times, on the days he missed you most, he would sketch you.

"A picture is worth a thousand words, right?"

한 지 성 (Han)

Songs & lyrics

Started with writing songs that he listened to that day that made him think of you. Or a lyric that reminded him of you. And then, eventually, when he started writing songs about you, he would put in the lyrics he came up with. He could be minding his own business on the phone with you but the second inspiration hit, he'd put it in the planner with the exact date and time of when he came up with it. Sometimes, he'd give you little descriptions of why the thought that sound reminded him of you or what he was thinking about when he writing.

"See, I told you that you're my muse."

이 용 복 (Felix)

All the times he thought of you

Fair warning, it's a lot. You were confused at first when you got the planner. Besides all of the regular dates and when he gave you the planner. What confused you even more was all the little hearts written next to every date. You asked him and he explained that these were all the times he thought about you. spoiler alert, all 365 (366 if it's a leap year) has a little heart by it. Doesn't really give much of an explanation of it. There seemed to be a color code that you have no idea how to decipher. Every time you ask Felix, he just says he didn't have any other color available. Seungmin blurted it out by accident and now you know all of the meanings.

"You're just constantly running through my mind and I wanted you to know that."

김 승 민 (Seungmin)

Important dates from your relationship so far

Similar to Changbin, he adds in a bunch of dates for random little things, with one difference. In the weekly sections of the planner, he wrote down little stories or thoughts he had on those days. Sometimes, he's put quotes of what he wrote about that day in his journal. Any little memento that he kept like ticket stubs, receipts, and pictures that he took went into the diary as well. It was more like you were reading Seungmin's journal than a planner. Much more sentimental than you thought he would be.

"See, I do pay attention to you."

양 정 인 (I.N)

Small moments he wanted to share with you

He wasn't sure what to write at first. Filled in all the basic information and was pretty much done. Almost asked the other guys for advice but he knew that they'd only end up teasing him. And then one day, something funny happened but he couldn't tell you at that moment. It was later and he didn't want to wake you up by calling or texting you. He wrote it in his notes app at first, knowing he'd see it later and remember to tell you about it. And then one day he came up with the idea to just put them in the planner. Wrote them in the weekly section of the planner. Would write things like, Changbin hyung fell off a swing today, saw a duck and it reminded me of you (with the best drawing he can do of said duck), this city is so pretty, i'm going to bring you here one day, or i missed so i got your favorite ice cream while i was out with the guys.

"Stop reading them out loud!"

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[blackopals-world]

Fem Onsen Owner!Yuu x Vil Schoenheit

Part 2 (part 1)

Summary- Vil barely survives with his dignity intact after his first appointment but he doesn't learn his lesson. Becoming a regular makes it hard to hold back. This time Yuu has her own ideas when she also struggles.

Warnings: R18, massaging, hand job, vaginal sex, clothed sex, dom!Vil

Vil has never had to swallow his pride. It was his best feature and isn't about to lose ground to some woman.

So why is he here again?!

The first time he showed up at this spa he barely keep his demeanor calm. After going in the spring, he practically begged her to skip the massage under the guise of not having time. Even then she wasn't finished. There was the facial, the essential oil hair treatment, the manicure, and the pedicure.

None of this was something Vil didn't expect. This was his normal spa day. What wasn't normal was her. Every moment she was there touching him, caressing him so gently. She would whisper in his ear, smile, and giggle while she praised him. It was as if she was his lover who knew everything about him, especially his body.

His heart couldn't take the way she would curl her hands in his hair and tell him how beautiful it was. Never in his life did he believe it as much as he did at that moment.

So he returned every week, sometimes twice. What else could he do?

"Miss Yuu is wearing a new dress. Must mean housewarden Vil is coming in." A Scarabia girl whispered.

"This late in the day? We close in a few hours. I wanted to at least take a dip before we leave." A mousy beastwoman responded.

"Relax, it's not like we have to serve him. Miss Yuu does all the hard work." The Scarabia girl said

"Honesty, I kind of want to serve him. The Miss won't even let us in the VIP rooms." A Pomefiore piped up. "I'm sure I could do just as well as her."

"Are you sure you can manage that? I've had several complaints about your attitude." Yuu said condescendingly as she stood behind the girls causing the mousy girl to squeak "I'm not shaming you, Andromeda. You've done well, all things considered, and we have clients who adore your personality."

Andromeda preened with pride as Yuu spoke.

"Unfortunately, I can't have you serving VIPs regardless. They require a bit a of discretion for one thing, and Vil is difficult to manage. If you make a rude comment or mess up any step you'd be liable to cause a blow-up. As the one here with the most experience, and the owner it's my responsibility to see he has a relaxing day." Yuu said stiffly before barking out " Now if you girls somehow don't have anything else to say. GET BACK TO WORK!"

The girl scrambled back to their stations as Yuu smoothed out her kimono. She double checked her hair to make sure the lotus she had fashioned in it was still there.

Yuu had taken to wearing one a few weeks ago when Vil placed one behind her ear. He seemed to have a fondness for the flower from the look in his eye and she aimed to please.

Yuu greeted her favorite customer at the entrance. As always Vil looked perfect. It was a shame that his makeup had to be removed along with his clothes and accessories.

"I know it's unexpected to schedule so late but I had a run in with Neige and would like to forget he exists for a while." Vil sighed with scorn.

"I will do my best to make sure you don't have to think about anything so annoying. I will take care of everything." Yuu cooed leading Vil to his usual room and gave him space to shower.

Yuu as always kept a tight ship so while Vil cleaned up she told her girls that there was no need to work late since Vil is the last customer of the day. She made sure they went back to the dorms in groups with leftover food in hand. She was tough on them but she adored them just as much.

She could handle Vil on her own just fine.

True to her word when Vil was dressed in only a towel hanging low around his waist she decided to surprise him.

"I added a massage table. I was hoping finally you'd let me work out the knots in your back." Yuu smiled eagerly as she lead Vil to sit on the table.

Vil felt a cold sweat go down his neck. He didn't know if he could take it. But saying no would be suspicious.

"Don't worry Vil. I know what I'm doing, just ask Jamil. He loves my massages." Yuu turned around to check the oil warmer for the right temperature.

Vil no longer felt conflicted.

He would forget that he wasn't the only person to receive Yuu's care, but the reminder stung. His imagination wasn't kind as he saw Yuu's body pressed against another's.

Jamil was Yuu's special case just like Vil. Hearing just how much that snake loves to be touched by her made his heart sink like a rock.

He chuffed in response before relenting. As long as he kept calm any unsightly outcomes will be mitigated.

She was right about her skills. She pressed into Vil's back with firm but gentle hands, he could feel his body give in with reluctant pops as the tension was released. Vil let out a satisfied sigh as she rubbed the stretched muscles on his back.

"Such a strong body. Exactly what I expect from my hard-working star." She purred from her position above him. She stroked Vil's sides from the the small of his back to his shoulder blades.

Vil breathed in the alluring smell of bergamot, mint, and Yuu's signature lotus sent. God, he loved that smell. Everything he smelled it flowing off of her he thought about every moment she enraptured him and held him close. Even if it was for work she never stopped treating him this well no matter where they were. It wasn't hard to imagine a world where they were more than just customer and owner but he guessed that was the appeal of such a place made to take worries away.

"OK, You can turn over and lay on your back now." Yuu said politely as she dismounted Vil's back.

As Yuu went back to the oil warmer to soak her hands Vil tried to turn but noticed that he was currently at half mass already. He tried to quickly hide it but Yuu was already back. She didn't notice as she gently pushed Vil's chest to lay him back down.

Vil hoped it wasn't that obvious and if he focused it would go down. If she caught onto his plight he would be mortified. But Vil must have underestimated his size, it was kind of hard to miss even if his "little" friend wasn't at full attention.

She noticed.

She stared wide eyed like she had encountered a being from another plane and was lost for words.

But then she giggled and looked at Vil's mortified expression. Her eyebrows furrowed and her goggles turned into a gentle sympathetic smile.

"Don't worry. It's a natural response. Don't be embarrassed by that. I'm just glad you enjoy it." Yuu soothed Vil as her hand reached over to caress his soft pink tinted face.

This was exactly what Vil feared. This was the part he hated. This woman had a talent for undressing him both physically and mentally and laying him bare to see. The way she found any vulnerability but instead of exposing it like an open gash, she would tend to it. Her warm and tender nature against his cold and sharpness was like tossing cold water over the burning rocks in the steam room.

She went back to work as she oild up Vil's chest. Her finger somehow went from massaging to caressing every detail of his body. Vil took very good care of himself. His muscles were defined but soft and his skin gave off a burning heat. Yuu was getting distracted.

She tried to regain focus, but she must have given a shameful display as she bit her lip and pressed her thighs together. She shouldn't have such thoughts! It was disrespectful to Vil-sama and he deserved better than that. She felt awful but at the same time, Vil was so beautiful.

She pushed forward and cleared her head as she moved downward. She had to finish with his legs and tried to ignore the soldier standing at full attention now under Vil's towel. She shouldn't look but she kind of needed to.

The two were both surprised as Yuu rubbed Vil's thigh her hand brushed against his strained length. Vil let out a gasp of air like he was in pain.

Yuu's ears instantly perked up she heard it. She never wanted to cause him any discomfort. It was her job to make him feel good.

"It must be difficult." She said her hand trailing across his thigh. "Poor thing. I should have been more thoughtful but I guess I don't understand how a man's body works. I can help if you want."

As she did this her hand drifted towards Vil's length and could feel it twitch as her hand wrapped around it.

Vil didn't remember his exact response other than a strained moan. He wasn't sure because once she touched him there he forgot all reason.

Still he believed his response was along the lines of "You were the one who caused this so take a bit of responsibility."

Either way, she fumbled to remove the towel that served as a barrier and slowly but clumsily began stroking him with her oiled hand. She seemed unsure of how much pressure was necessary as she listened for Vil's responses.

Yuu eventually found the pase that he liked and began jerking him in earnest. It felt so strange. Despite not being touched Yuu felt a wetness between her thighs. She felt so unlike herself, she wasn't usually like this. She was supposed to be dignified as the madame but now she was acting like a common Soapland prostitute giving happy endings. Somehow this distress didn't stop her as her desire to serve won over.

Her Kimono was too tight. She wanted to take it off so badly.

As she stoked Vil's cock she couldn't stop thinking about how thick it was and how it would feel. She wondered how I would feel if she just mounted him right now and ground it against her throbbing clit.

"So big." She lustily murmered as she spread the dripping precum around the head.

Vil couldn't take it anymore as he sat up and grabbed the hand that held him.

"Stop." He ordered as he removed her hand.

Yuu's felt a flash of fear in her as an icy chill ran through her vain.

"I-I'm sorry! I've never done this before." Yuu knew this was a bad idea. Now Vil probably thinks she's not only incompetent but also a harlot. What had gotten into her?

"Shut up." Vil said simply, too pint up to say it clearly. He needed her now. He needed to touch her.

He pulled her on top of him as she scrambled to keep up.

"Vil?" Yuu asked in shock.

"I don't want just some handjob. I think you can do better than that. You're proud of your 5-star service so I want 5 star quality treatment." Vil said pressing his body against hers.

Yuu blinked owlishly trying to find the words to respond. When she found none to convey she nodded. Her hand reached around to grab the knot of her obi and pulled it loose.

Vil felt smug at her reaction. She willingly submitted to his whims. She always gave so much and now he just wanted to take.

Vil pressed his face into the crook of her neck. The heady scent of lotus filled his senses. He had associated this scent with her. He had gone as far as filling his room with candles and incense with it so he didn't have to sleep without it. He could pretend for a moment that she was there every night. But candles couldn't compare to the real thing. Her's was more delicate. He knew it was because she didn't use perfume, the scent came from long spa baths where she would stain her skin with wine and flowers.

Vil pulled the loosened kimono open and ran his hands around the outline of her body.

"My beautiful lotus, you look better than I ever imagined." He whispered in her ear as his hand traveled to her breast and pulled down the wrap that covered her.

Her breasts were softer than Vil imagined, and he loved the way she leaned into his grasp.

"Good girl." Vil murmured as his other hand trailed up her thigh till it reached her lovely pair of lace panties. "Oh? What are there for? Are you expecting a special guest to relieve you of these?"

"I just like them. They look the part for a woman of notoriety, you of all people know that looking the part should encompass all layers." Yuu huffed.

"I'm sorry, Lotus. I was presumptuous and since you enjoy wearing them so much I'll let you keep them on." Vill smailed teasingly.

Yuu gave him a quizzical look before Vil answered by slipping his hand into her panties.

Yuu squeaked in response as Vil explored between her lips.

"You're b-bold." She stuttered already trembling as she held Vil's wrist.

"I've been patient, love. I didn't intend to act on it until you broke our little agreement to no massages." Vil scolded her "Oh my, you're soaking wet down here. Now I have two theories. You either took a dip in your precious spring or you had ulterior motives when you wanted to lay me down."

Yuu didn't look him in the eye.

Vil didn't like that as he roughly played with her clit and watched her squirm before stopping and pulling away.

"Wha? Don't! Vil!" Yuu whining at the loss of friction.

"I don't like games and it would be better for you to be honest." Vil firmly held Yuu's hip in place.

Yuu still couldn't say it. Her pride wouldn't allow it. She and Vil had that much in common.

"I see. If that's how it is we can just make it harder for you to get what you want. Now turn around." Vil ordered Yuu to switch positions so she sat reverse cowgirl. "You said you wanted to take care of me so finish what you started. Then we can see to whether I'll take care of you."

Yuu wrinkled her nose. Vil was a bit too bold and demanding. One rule of the Onsen was that she was in charge and when it comes to her costumer's treatments she called that shot. I'd didn't matter what they thought they wanted, she'd give them what they needed. Vil would be taken care of alright.

She rubbed her still oil-slicked hands down her inner thighs. She looked back at Vil and winked before pressing his cock firmly between her soft thighs.

"Fuck." Vil swore under his breath as his hands firmly pressed into her hips.

Yuu began giving Vil the massage of his life as she shifted her thighs up and down. The oil, and Vil's pre-cum made her thighs feel wet. Yuu took the chance to make her desires come true as she moved her panties to the side and began grinding against Vil's cock.

"It feels even bigger. Must be hard to hide this." Yuu teased.

Vil felt irritation bubble up but that was mostly caused by how overwhelmingly turned on he was.

He freed himself from the wet confines of her legs and pulled himself to his knees and pulled her to sit on all fours. Yuu yelped but compiled eagerly.

"You little minx. You really are too much."Vil said pulling the robes off her. "Let's finish our game."

Yuu could already feel her legs trembling as Vil entered her.

Vil bit his lip as he took in the feeling of Yuu's tight velvety pussy. Her beautiful whimpering moans sounded like music to his ears.

"I still never got my answer. Was this what you wanted the whole time?" Vil taunted as he began pounding into her.

"Mmn!" Her moans were indistinct.

"You can do better than that. I want an answer." Vil ordered sheathing his entire length snugly into her, grinding his hips as she cried out.

"I...d-didn't do iiIIITT on p-purpose." Her stutters turned into a yelp as Vil hit a vital spot.

"That's hard to believe." Vil wanted her to admit that she wanted this from the start.

"It's the truth!" Yuu cried her sexual haze fading slightly "I just wanted you to feel good. I got sick of hearing you talk about your regular masseuse when I can do just as good as her if not better. I work too hard to be second best!"

Jealousy. It was jealousy.

Yuu shifted so she could see Vil and lean into him.

"Don't go looking for someone else. You have me." Yuu begged.

Vil was speechless. He had never thought she'd care about something like that. Instead of a useless apology, he gave her a kiss. Her body went stiff for a moment before melting into his.

Vil had wanted this for so long. Her soft clear glossed lips against his.

The rest was a blur. He remembered the sound of her cries as he pinned her down with one of her legs over his shoulder. The feeling of relief when he finally came with her arms wrapped around him was indescribable.

He remembered that after she got her bearing she went right back to her usual self. Immediately she dragged Vil in his half consciousnes state and took him to the baths to clean up. Once they were both clean Yuu acted as through their little tryst didn't happen. She put on her robes again, tied her obi around her waist and scooped up the fallen lotus that had been in her hair. When she turned to Vil here eyes met his for a moment before being shifted to the floor. Her expression was of shame, resignation, and hope.

Vil finally understood her and what this all meant. Appearances were everything and she had worked too hard for their moment of weakness to get in the way of that. They both knew if this got out that the reputation of her and the Onsen would be doomed. Even if they loved one another or were dating assumptions would still be made. They had two options: Pretend this never happened or risk everything by keeping it a secret. Neither was appealing to them.

Yuu seemed to forgo the choices as she gestured for Vil to come to the hot spring and just like always she placed his head in her lap and stroked his hair as the scent of lotuses filled his senses.

"What will happen to us, my lotus? I can't get enough of you." Vil took one ohlf her hand and kissed her palm.

Yuu smiled letting her hands run across his body and kissing his cheek.

"We can relax, my queen. Here it's just us. We will forget the outside world for a while." Yuu soothed.

"And when we leave?" He asked.

"We'll wait until it is just us again. Our feelings will still be the same. Right? And I'm patient enough to wait for the right time." She answered.

(I finally got this out of my drafts and yall can stop asking for part two. It's here. Might write a fic with a different character coming to the springs. )

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #twst yuu #vil schoenheit #twst mc #twisted wonderland vil #vil shoenheit x reader #twst vil #vil twisted wonderland #vil smut #twst smut #twisted wonderland smut #onsen!yuu

[why-what-no]

Taste In Music

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Billy realizes there is more to Hawkins than meets the eye when he meets a sweet girl who likes the same music as him, immediately pulling his interest. Inspired by that one scene in 500 days of summer.

Requested By: @mothshabby

 Billy stood outside of the school, cigarette in hand and heavy metal playing through his headphones. A full month of living in Hawkins and it was already driving him insane. Sure, some of the girls were cute and most of the guys already worshiped him. But… he couldn’t help but feel like an alien to them.

The bell for next period rang, but Billy ignored it. He could skip math.

As it finished ringing, a few people trickled out of the school. The ones with spares who were going to grab a snack or stop by their homes before their next class. One girl left the school through the side doors he was standing besides, rather than the front doors like her other friends.

“Oh.” She seemed a little surprised to see someone there. “Hi.” She obviously recognized him, but he just nodded at her and returned to his music. He didn’t know who she was, and he expected her to just go to do whatever she was leaving the school to do.

 Instead, she leaned closer, listening in to his music. “I love Metallica.” She said, momentarily catching Billy off guard.

He turned down the music, thinking he misheard his classmate. “Sorry?”

“I said.” She repeated herself, an almost cheerful note to her tone. “I love Metallica. It…” She gestured vaguely to his headphones. “You have good taste in music.”

She laughed somewhat awkwardly, like she wasn’t used to speaking to people she didn’t know but did it anyway because she genuinely cared about the subject. He chuckled at both her and her words. “You like Metallica?” He hadn’t expected that from her but was honestly a little impressed. Being so used to his schoolmates only playing the Top 100, both here and in California, he was glad that there was someone here who understood his liking of more intense music.

“Yeah.” She replied, singing along to the words being yelled through his headphone speakers. Proving to him that she wasn’t lying about her taste in music. “I love ‘em.”

He was about to say something back, but another girl – probably her friend - called (Y/N) away.

“Holy shit…” He was grinning almost in disbelief as she left, even though he was honestly a little disappointed by her leaving. This one little interaction made him wanting to talk with her more. But despite that desire, it was days before he actually got to speak to her again.

 During that time, he at least learned who she was. The girl wasn’t exactly popular, being a member of some game club (“Hellfire” was apparently what it was called). But, she seemed to escape the usual torment he associated with geeks because of her friendliness and her ability to blend in with most crowds. She mostly sat with her club at lunch, all boys who Billy and his friends raised a slight eyebrow at, as well as sometimes sitting with some girls she was friendly with.

It took going to some shitty party for Billy to catch the girl alone. One of the boys on the basketball team, Jack, had parents who were out of town and invited people over. But he had slightly underestimated how many people came to these shindigs and Billy amused himself by watching the boy nervously trying to figure out how to get more beer.

 Until, however, (Y/N) went up to him. “I asked Sarah to grab more drinks on her way here. She’ll be here in a few minutes.”

The younger boy breathed a deep sigh of relief. “Thank Christ. You’re a lifesaver… Um?” Apparently he didn’t remember her name.

“(Y/N).”

“You’re a lifesaver, (Y/N).”

She just laughed warmly, seemingly uncaring that she was practically invisible to most people Billy knew at their school. “No problem. Just don’t forget to grab your wallet.”

The boy seemed confused. “My wallet?”

“To pay back Sarah when she arrives.” (Y/N) helpfully responded. “For the drinks?”

“Oh, yeah.” Realization hit Jack, and Billy chuckled at the boys former assumption that (Y/N) was going to give Jack drinks for free. The audacity of these rich kids, honestly. “I’ll go grab that..” He trailed off, leaving to go find some cash.

 As soon as Jack was gone, he made his way over to her. “Glad you didn’t let him off scot-free.” He called out to the girl, who quickly turned to him.

When she realized who it was, she smiled at him in greeting before shrugging. “Of course. I’m nice, but not that nice. Besides, it wasn’t even my money to give away.”

“Fair.” He replied. “And it’s not like he’s strapped for cash. Look at this place.” He gestured to the house, which was indeed very nice. He momentarily imagined himself living in a place like this, but quickly banished that thought. His dad couldn’t afford anything like this.

“All that money and he couldn’t even get enough drinks to get through the night.” (Y/N) half-mused, half-joked, pulling a laugh out of Billy.

“Absolutely, not even enough to get you one.” He nodded at her empty hands.

(Y/N) shook her head. “No, I’m… I’m actually designated driver tonight, so no drinks for me.”

He took in that information, disappointed since it meant he couldn’t offer to drive her home. “Who you driving?”

“My friends Gareth and Eddie.” She told him, looking around to see if she could catch a glimpse of them. “But they’re off somewhere getting high or something.”

“Shame.” He remarked, a little disappointed in those guys for leaving a girl like her alone at a party. “Still, it means I get to talk to you.”

That obviously surprised her, as she tilted her head at looked at him bemusedly. “You wanted to talk to me?” Completely unaware how their original talk intrigued him.

“Of course, its not every day that I meet a cute girl with the same taste in music as me.”

“I mean, I like a lot of music.” She shrugged once again but failing to hide a smile at his words and compliment. “Metal is just one of the genres I listen to.”

“Still, its pretty cool.” He told her. “You know, maybe we should hang out some time. Talk about all that music you like?”

“Like.. like a date?” She asked suspiciously.

Smirking, Billy leaned closer to her. “Do you want it to be a date?”

“I, I just.” He obviously caught her off guard. “You said I was cute and I just assumed…”

“Sweetheart, sweetheart.” He interrupted her, trying to put her out of her misery. “Of course I wanna go on a date with you.” He had just avoided the word in case she wasn’t interested in him.

“Oh.” She looked relieved. “Cool, I’d like to too. I…” She got momentarily distracted by two boys behind Billy. “Shit, those are my friends. I gotta…” She looked up at Billy apologetically.

“Don’t worry about it.” He reassured her. Gently taking her arm, he pulled a marker out of his pocket (one that he saved just for phone numbers, although the last few days he only kept it around out of the hope that he could get hers) and wrote down his contact info on her. “Call me okay? I wanna talk to you again.”

“Ok.” (Y/N) smiled, trying not to seem too excited. “Bye.”

She started to leave, but in a split second turned back to give him a quick kiss before rushing off after her friends.

He could still remember the feeling of her lips on his all throughout the party, where he spent the rest of the night unusually happy and grinning all night. Billy wondered if he was going to leave every interaction with (Y/N) with this smile.

He certainly hoped so.

#stranger things #billy hargrove imagine #stranger things billy #billy hargove x reader #stranger things x reader #billy hargrove #stranger things imagine #Metallica #500 days of summer #my fics

[sparda-ly]

hi sweetie, it's the same anon again! i hope im not bothering you coming again in your inbox.

anyway! what you did write was so so so good, for real, you did a amazing, even heavenly work with it. and i even cried a bit while reading it (a thing i normally wouldn't do) because, u know, dad issues sometimes slap hard.

oh! and also (if it's not a problem for u, of course) i would like to ask for whatever is easier to u for kratos with a reader that is motherly to atreus but their relationship is platonic (just like the other ask i did because i just live for platonic relationships with kratos. it's just so cute!!)

(maybe i'll start to be a recurrent anon in here so, if you accept emoji anons, could i be the 🌙 anon, pretty please?? :) )

kratos, atreus x motherly reader (platonic)

note: hey there 🌙 anon ;) ofc! your wish is my command. after this request, i'm convinced we are soulmates, i think we both lack some parent attention :(( if you ever want to talk, don't forget i'm always here!

warnings: none

there was one pretty known rule, if atreus respected someone, so did kratos

he trusted his son's judgment, although it did often lead to trouble

you kind of just appeared randomly and instantly joined their little group, fitting in the dynamic perfectly

kratos was first sceptical of you, a total stranger hanging around him and his boy?

but after seeing how his son warmed up to you, he gave you a chance

atreus was practically in love with you the moment he met you, the way you made the boy feel special still suprised him

constantly checking up on him if he's feeling alright

you always worry during fights if he's ok and still breathing, while getting you ass kicked by some draugr

you prepare him and kratos special meals that involve their favourite food, but don't lack vitamins or protein

you convince atreus it's the "god's meals" that makes him bigger and stronger, and the poor boy believes it

you run after him when he leaves the house without at least two layers, worrying he'll get sick (especially during fimbullwinter)

despite atreus hearing your compliments every day, he still blushes crazy and mutters a cute "thanks"

he always comes to you when kratos can't seem to listen to him, seeking advice from you

"but he doesn't understand me at all, it's like he only cares about himself!"

"atreus, honey, he's just stressed. you broke your arm by trying to tame a bear the other day"

there were some situations where he even slipped out a quick "mom" while thanking you or apologizing

you were suprised however you didn't tease him about it

atreus saw you as a mother, and incredibly appreciated you, especially since the loss of his own mother ;((

the boy grew very fond of you and couldn't imagine a life without your affection and words <3

and so did his father...

although it was a little bit different...

kratos saw the way you treat him and his son, and he definitely appreciated it

he saw the way you fussed over him when he got a nasty hit, using your first aid knowledge, to help him ease the pain

the way you helped him make atreus' arrows, and told him to rest while you keep watch during journeys

the way you took care of their clothes, washing them at least once in a while to keep them clean

the way you cleaned the house while they were gone, so they could both return to a clean and warm home

the way you calmed him down and tried to explain that shouting at atreus won't help anyone

the way you gave him small tips on how to deal with his boy

the way you brought him a glass of water and talked whenever he had a nightmare

you do everything you can to give them a good and easy life, and honestly he appreciated every little small thing

"y/n, thank you" he once whispered, sitting next to you at the campfire

atreus was already sleeping lightly, laying his head on your lap while you were gently caressing

you turned around slightly and sent him a big smile "no problem kratos, i'll do anything to protect you guys both"

and in that moment, he swore he saw faye.

#gow x reader #atreus x reader #kratos x reader #kratos x you #god of war fanfiction #gow mimir #gow atreus #gow kratos #god of war x reader #god of war #🌙 anon #gow kratos x reader #gow atreus x reader #god of war x y/n #.atreus #.kratos

[mariinaworld]

Jealous girl

*GIF is not mine*

Natasha Romanoff x female reader

Warnings: none actually

Word count: 971

Summary: Will a misunderstanding help you declare yourself to your love?

* English is not my first language, so I apologize for any spelling mistakes*

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"Oh come on y/n" Sam whimpered next to me as I get a water. "Sam I already told you not to bring it up"

Sam has been trying to figure out who I liked in the compound for a few weeks now, I'm not really going to tell him I've been head over heels in love with a redhead for at least a year.

Nat and I have been friends for three years and I really didn't think my crush on her would get this big and last this long. We do everything together, training, movie night, sometimes we even sleep together, And I can't help but crave your touch, hugs and your beautiful smile.I really was in love .

I'm really not ready to reveal my big crush, even more so to Sam. "Come on y/n, who is it? Bucky? Tell me!" Before I could say anything to stop Sam with his guessing game, Tony enters the kitchen.

"Hey y/n, can you stop by my lab later so we can discuss something?" Tony said walking past me and getting a coffee, I could see bags under his eyes, he was really working hard on the new project. "Okay, I'll train with Nat and meet you there" I speak wanting to get out of that kitchen as soon as possible. "see you there girl" Tony came out of the kitchen winking at me. I'm already used to Tony's way with me, but apparently a bird didn't let it go unnoticed.

"Oh my god y/n!! It's Tony." He practically screamed and cheered like he'd won a prize. "What are you talking about" I was forgetting about his banter. "I'm talking about your big crush, I can guess what you guys are going to discuss later" he got that shitty smile, I was ready to punch him in the face.

At that same moment, the one person I didn't want to catch us having that twisted conversation walks into the kitchen. "What are you talking about? whose crush?" Nat walked into the kitchen with a smile and I felt my legs shake, I completely forgot I was about to punch Sam in the face.

"I'm saying I found out who y/n's mystery crush is" he said in a proud voice of himself. "Oh really? Who is it?" The redhead asked Sam but still didn't take her eyes off me.

without you knowing, the redhead was internally asking Sam to say her name, so she would be sure of your crush and could tell that she was in love with you too.

"It's Tony, it was in our faces the whole time, I knew that best friends talk wasn't true" at this point you can see the widow wither and her shoulders slump, she looked disappointed you thought. "Tony? I didn't see that coming" she let out a weak laugh, I knew her well enough to realize there was nothing funny about that situation for her.

Just as I was about to deny all that, Natasha interrupted me. "You and Sam can talk about your passion later, we have to train there's a mission coming up" she said with some anger in her voice. She couldn't be jealous right? She doesn't like me back, or does she?

I followed Nat into the training room, she didn't say another word to me, we were training for thirty minutes and she didn't even look me in the eye, Her jabs were getting stronger and I knew she was angry, I knew I had to say something or I'd regret it.

"okay, stop" I said breathlessly "I don't want to stop, come on y/n we can finish this here and you can have your sweet Tony" the redhead said and I saw her expression of anger but of sadness as well.

"Are you jealous?" I asked wanting to get to the bottom of this misunderstanding. "Why? Do I have reason to be jealous?" I reached forward and cupped her face in my hands, relaxing as she leaned into my touch, I knew I had to say it all now or I might lose her.

"Absolutely not, Tony is just a friend" I approached with my hands now on his neck, Nat looked at me looking for some lie and I laughed weakly when she hugged my waist I approached her looking at her lips and I knew Nat was doing the same. Before I could chasing her lips she stopped me "Y/n..." She took a deep breath, "Shhh I really would like to kiss you right now baby"

And with that Nat closed the distance between us, kissing Nat managed to be much better than the times that I imagined and dreamed of. She held my waist tighter and wanting me as close to her as possible.My lips part so she can deepen the kiss. We broke apart for air and Nat continued placing sweet kisses on my cheeks.

I smiled at our interaction, feeling more relieved now that I knew Nat shared feelings for me too. Nat stopped his cuddling session looking at me lovingly. "I really love you y/n", I looked at her feeling a little dizzy with so much emotion "I love you too Nat", she hugged me and we stayed like that for a few minutes just enjoying each other

"Movie night in my room tonight?" Nat asked me playing with the hem of my shirt, "I don't see any other way to spend the night" Nat gave you a quick kiss and pulled you into her room.

I found out the other day that Sam saw Nat and me kissing and now he's mad because his powers of guessing aren't that good.

But I couldn't be happier with my jealous Nat.

(My first fanfic here, what a joy🙂)

-let me know what you think!

#natasha romonova #black widow x reader #marvel cinematic universe #natasha marvel #sam wilsom #tony stark #jealousy #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #black widow

[seiueina]

kiss me hard in the pouring rain ft itoshi sae

plot: 5 years since the breakup. in the glistening neon lights shining through the pouring rain. you’re now facing the unfinished.

warnings: itoshi sae x gn!reader, kissing, exes to lovers,

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5 years ago….

“Your career? Or y/N? Your decision Sae.” The Itoshi parents asked 16 year old Sae. It’s not like whatever he picked would go in his favor. His parents only wanted to seem like he had a choice, when in reality they already set his future in motion. He was going to put his career in full motion. And the Itoshi parents weren’t gonna have anything come in the way of it. Even if that meant to get rid of the only thing he’s ever known about before soccer came into the picture.

“But…I can’t just leave y/N. We’ve known and been stuck together like glue since we were three!” He argues back, his parents growing impatient about whether or not he’d pick his career over you. “We know that…but think of it! If you decide to put your full career into motion, think of all the things you’d be able to do. The publication, the pay, the happiness of winning with your team. If you stayed with y/N…would those three things be in your life?” Sae’s dad added, looking at Sae ponder to himself.

“y/N would give me the happiness for sure…they’ve always been my number one. My sunshine.” Sae responds to his dad, and there started a back and forth rebuttal. His parents doing the most they could to get him to finally say the words they’ve been wanting to hear.

“Okay then…I’ll pick soccer.”

His parents were joyful to say the least. Cheering and smiling at each other , ignoring the devastation that roamed across Sae’s face. It didn’t matter to them about their son’s happiness. For instance they only cared about how much soccer gave him happiness…not that you, his sunshine was the one who kept that flame going.

Later that day, he asked if he could come over. You agree fastly as you’d take any chance to see your significant other, especially with the amount of times he’d been focused on soccer practice and games to the point sometimes you wouldn’t even be able to see him. However, you didn’t know this was when he was going to break up with you. When he arrived and you invited him into your home, he was for sure distanced, didn’t really want to be close to you and when he finnaly came clean he said it.

“We have to break up.” He says bluntly, making you gasp for air and ask him, “what?” He repeats again, and it leaves you shocked. A million of questions appeard in your head but you couldn’t find the motivation or drive to actually say the words. “I’ve decided to focus on my soccer career and came to the conclusion that, I can’t have my focus be shared and I need to focus on just one thing. That being soccer.” He says before digging into your closet to gather the two hoodies he let you keep.

“Hey wait.” You manage to speak out as you watch him. “…Does this mean we’re no longer friends as well?”, “Is your parents in on this?”, “This is too sudden Sae..” The words that had been formulated in your mind had started to slip out. It was almost like a random generator of questions regarding the break up. He’d “answer” the questions by giving short and direct answers. Leaving you wanting more, but it was cut of shortly after his parents arrived and you were left in your room alone.

Confused. Sadden. Worried. But, for some reason. You couldn’t feel anger towards him…for picking soccer over you…in reality, you felt really proud for what accomplishments Itoshi Sae was going to achieve. And even if you weren’t going to be in his life for the new accomplishments. You felt at ease that, you were there for the beginning accomplishments….

Present day…5 years later

You tried to go on dates. None of the two other relationships you tried ever worked out, and it just seemed that the only reason why people go on dates were to just go home together and have a one night stand and forget about each other the next day.

You thought, dating in this day and age was pathetic.

So why? Why now at 11:30 pm on a Saturday night do you find yourself walking in the pouring rain in Tokyo? No covering, no umbrella, just you walking with nothing but a raincoat on. The neon lights shinning from convience stores were reflecting off of you.

Why were you in this position? Another failed attempt at a date. It was the first date in a year and you thought to give it another try..but it didn’t go well. You thought that because of the failed date and the pouring rain, it was a sign from the universe telling you, it’s official and that you’re going to be single and die alone with your hamster. (That being if the hamster lives as long as you do)

You were walking down the rows of stores before you reach a store with TV’s on display. Playing the recent news of today and that hour. You walked past it until the TV said something that made you turn around and go back to the TV’s.

“The infamous, Itoshi Sae is back in Japan! New’s says he will be playing in the U-20 against Blue Lock! It will be a total showdown, and quite a laughing stock for Blue Lock if they lose to U-20!” The news anchor announced and there he was. Recent pictures of him arriving at the airport were posted on the TV screen.

Memories that you thought you were able to store away completely and forever found its way back into your working memory. And memories of your time with Sae came back. Touching the glass you feel your eyes start to get wet. Maybe it was the rain getting into your eyes but, your eyes felt extra wetter than before. Growing sadness came to your face as you wished he hadn’t have left you.

You wished, 5 years ago. That maybe, just maybe, he’d rethink his choice and he’d want to do his soccer career with you at his side. “When I am on the field, you’ll be on the sidelines cheering me on! That’s how I’ll get the scoring goal for my team!” Younger Sae would always tell you before matches. It made you feel special as you were his motivation. You get lost in your thoughts not even realizing a stranger came up besides you, joining in on watching the news.

“Geez, already in Japan for a few hours and they’ve gotten some crazy photos of me!” The man spoke, the voice feeling and sounding awfully familar. Just that it was a little deeper than you remembered. You giggle at the mans remark not realizing in full what he said.

“What’s funny?” The man asked sturnly and you quickly stiffined your neck, not wanting to turn into his direction in case of anything happening. “Sorry, I am kinda drunk right now…I didn’t know what you said and it’s like an immediate reaction to laugh if I am not sure what you said.” You reply before you slightly turn your neck to the man, not wanting to feel rude for not talking in his direction.

You glance quickly, seeing a part of white spikey hair up in the sky. You glance again. “S-Sae?!” You exclaim, now fully turned to him, the look of surprise filled your face and you slightly move backwards by this suddenness. “No way! y/N is that really you?!” He exclaims as well, scanning your face his face grabs a slight hint of pink across his cheeks.

“What the hell are you doing here?!?” You blurt only to cause a laugh reaction out of Sae. “Didn’t you hear on the news dummy! I am going to be playing against the newest blue lock project!” Sae snorted as he patted your head. A motion that he'd always do to you. It hurt you a bit.

"Right, the news anchor did say that..." You spluttered as you try to remove yourself from the situation, it hurt too much to stay in the presence of Itoshi Sae, so you thought to remove yourself from the area was the best for you.

However Sae thought differently. He grabbed your arm before you could go anywhere. You were confused to say the least, and he could read it on your face...something about Sae, he could always read you, no matter how hard you tried to cover or hide it, he could always tell.

"I know...it's been what. 5 years since we've talked?" He started, by then your wrist was freed from Sae's graph and you tried to walk away again, "y/N...please. Give me a chance to say what I've been wanting to say for those five years?" He pleads, you stop. You think to yourself. Should you really let him? Five years ago, he didn't seem to care for what you had to say...

"I'll give you five minutes." You say sternly, turning back around to hear what the man with reddish brown colored hair. "It was wrong for me...at the time, to just leave you without trying to convince my parents that I could make you and soccer a priority...I couldn't be too mad about my decision as my full focus on soccer brought me to where I am at now...but hell y/N, these five years...these five long years. I've missed you like hell. It may sound wrong but, no matter how many dates I go on, they don't feel the same. Without my childhood best friend, my high school sweetheart..I realized, I can't do life without you...you may not feel the same way about me still so. I'll give you this chance to have your turn at breaking my heart..."

You’re not sure how you want to respond to this, hell, even if you should respond to his confession. Your legs moved by themselves, finding your arms wrapped around his neck, embracing him in a long over due hug. He was hesitant at first, but he warmed up to the idea when he wrapped his arms around your waist, tapping your waist signaling for you to jump, his hands placed at the back of your thighs close to your butt and you squeeze tighter before removing your head from his neck, cupping his cheek.

“I never stopped loving you Sae…and I could never break your heart.” You babbled as tears you didn’t realize were making an appearance started to flow out. “Can I kiss you?” He says, you shake your head and he brings his face closer, planting a kiss onto your lips.

Moving his face back from the kiss was a slight smirk mixed with a smile. “I love you so much y/N.” He says before placing his head into your neck, breathing you in.

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