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blondedmuse · 4 months

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MISERY BUSINESS

felix catton x reader

synopsis. ꩜ based off of this request.

author’s note. ∿ i need this man so bad it’s not even funny. smut (fingering, oral f receiving, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, praise, marking, voyeurism I guess idk) it's been a while since I wrote something on this account and its not proofread so be nice, also a bit of a rushed ending??

word count. ⨾ 2.7k

The harsh thud of the car door closing awoke you from your mid-day reverie by the lake. The sun was beaming down on you almost bare body, only covered by a bikini. It was hotter than usual and everyone else at saltburn seemed to share your complaints. The heat aside the weather was pleasant—Felix on the other hand looked less than.

He looked annoyed, almost upset, even from far away. When he exited the car Oliver and Felix went their separate ways, Oliver looking just as unhappy. You wondered what happened in just few hours that could’ve soured their moods but it was only a few moments later when Felix approached you, grinning in attempt to hide the scowl he was dressed in minutes earlier.

Once he reached your figure he towered over your body as you laid on the dock. Having well acknowledge the heat now and your lack of clothing he discarded his shirt and quickly lowered his frame over yours so that his was barely hovering over yours.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

He shook his head with a small grin. “nothing.”

You scoffed. “Liar.” He raised his brows.

“What’s wrong?” You prodded again. He dropped his head in hesitation, his lip between his teeth as he contemplated telling you what happened on his and Oliver’s road trip, what he felt, what the truth was—but he couldn’t. Not yet anyways.

He looked up at you. “I- Oliver just said something and it hurt me more than I thought it would.”

You sat up, the two of you adjusting your bodies as you did so. You stared intently at his face, watching how his eyes glossed over and how he could barely hold your gaze. It was a different demeanor than what other people knew, one of the more human parts that made people fall in love with him.

You lifted his face towards yours. “I’m sorry.” The silence that followed after your statement determined he wasn’t interested in sharing anything deeper than the surface of the matter.

He looked back at Saltburn then back at you. “Don’t be.”

You scrunched your brows. “Hm?”

“I don’t know,” He said earnestly. “It’s not your fault, I should’ve listened to you earlier. You kept saying you had a bad feeling about him and I didn’t really take it to heart…til’ now I guess.”

“Oh, Felix,” You sighed, cupping his face, your hand over his jaw subliminally believing that it would release the tension he held there.

“He’s out tomorrow.” His hand caressed yours as it rested on his cheek.

“Really?”

“Really.” He confirmed. “Maybe now I can get you, alone, yeah?” His body pushed yours back down on the doc so he was hovering over you once again.

"Felix," You laughed. "Always distracting me, aren't you."

"No 'm not," he mumbled, nipping at your earlobe. "You weren't doing anything important anyways."

"I was going to ask another question," You giggled.

"Okay," He answered, pushing himself so that he kneeled above you, a knee on either side of your torso. "What?"

When he was playful like this he was such a beautiful sight in front of you, you almost felt bad asking him a question as if you were ruining the mood.

"You're not really kicking him out are you? I feel bad."

He sighed. "I am kicking him out and you shouldn't feel bad, he’s in the business of misery it’s almost like his job to make people feel bad." He crawled back over you once again, something heavier within him now. You could see it in the way he clenched his jaw, his clouded eyes. His mouth made its way back to your body, this time trailing down your stomach, beginning to leave marks you knew you’d have to hide at the party tonight.

“Felix,” You frowned. “I just-”

He cut you off. “Enough, alright. He was a creep anyways, you said it yourself,” He told you and you nodded, internally agreeing.

“He’s going home after the party.”

The feel of his voice as he mumbled into your skin was enough for you to stop thinking about the situation for the moment. It wasn’t until nightfall you were reminded of Oliver's unrelenting presence—it was his birthday after all. Still, no matter where you were in Saltburn, you couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes upon you, you couldn’t help but feel that you were never alone.

"Can we go somewhere a little more private?" You asked Felix and he hardly registered the question. His hands up your dress the lights were dim, colored strobe lights bleeding in from the outside. The room was close to empty but the music could be heard throughout the house. You could ask him anything to anyone and it wouldn’t really mean anything—and it didn't help that the two of you were getting dizzy on champagne.

So, you didn't ask you question again but your eyes flickered to the maze that could be seen from the window and he understood what you wanted.

"Whatever you want, angel." He grinned, pulling his hands away to grab yours, taking you to the garden.

You scrunched your brows together. "I should be calling you that y'know."

He laughed with you. "You have wings too."

"But I'm a fairy"

"Close enough." You laughed to yourself as you and Felix walked through the house and towards the maze. There was a bottle of champagne in your left, Felix’s hand in your right, grounding you with each step. The more the time passed the less ideal it felt to walk in heels—you thought of ditching them all together. Still, they held the integrity of your costume, matching the chosen Midsummer Night's Dream theme. You'd dressed up as a fairy, donning flowers in your hair and a frilly slip dress, the costume obviously incomplete without wings.

Your heels pierced through the dirt once you’d made it to the grass, your feet sinking slightly with each step. You groaned to yourself, not going unnoticed by Felix.

“You okay?” He asked, stopping to turn to you.

“My heels,” You answered.

He furrowed his brows. “What about them?”

“Well…” You hesitated. “They’re killing my feet and they keep sinking into the dirt. They’re gonna get dirty.”

“We’ll we can’t have that know can we,” Felix replied, picking you in on fell swoop, your body now in his arms, your legs dangling from his grasp.

"Felix," You giggled his named through broken laughs, surprised with the immediacy of his action.

"What? You know I'd do anything for my best girl," He told you, returning the wide lipped smile on your face.

"I didn't ask you anything."

"You didn't have to."

You went limp in his arms as you sighed, comparable to an act of defiance as if you were annoyed, as if he did something wrong; but you knew he couldn't if he tried. He shook his head but the smirk on his lips was undeniable as he carried you the rest of the way to the center of the maze.

"You're insufferable, won't even let me carry you," He carped, putting you down and letting you lean against the cold metal of the statue as you put the bottle of champagne on the ground beside you.

"I did and you love me," You retorted, inching your face towards his, leaving a sliver of space between your lips. The bronze on your back that chilled your skin was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Felix's body, from the warmth of the air around you. It was intoxicating, his breath on your skin and the breeze of the wind. Looking up at him you could see that carnal glimmer in his eyes when his hands roamed your body only moments earlier, and this morning on the dock. It was something you craved and that was something he knew and savored the fact.

"Well I can't deny that," He smirked before closing the gap between the two of you. You could feel the indent of his grin as he kissed you, his lips turned up into a wicked smile, something more depraved, but still, nonetheless, Felix.

"Why don't I finished what I started earlier, love?" He asked against you not bothering to pull away and you only moaned in approval. His lips traveled from yours to the lobe of your ear so he knew you could hear him clearly.

"You need to use your words, darling."

"Yes," You keened, wanting—needing more than what was being given.

"Good girl," He hummed, his hands drawing down the straps of your dress before they traced down the rest of your body all the way to your thighs. He hooked his hands under them, lifting you to sit on the base of the statue.

"This okay?" He asked, looking into your eyes for conformation, the raise of his eyebrows encouraging it verbally as well.

"Yeah," You sighed breathelessly. "But I still need you."

He smirked again. "Let me fix that then."

Felix's hands gently lowered the front of your dress, exposing your breasts and taking one of them into his mouth, moaning around it.

"You're beautiful, darling" He mumbled, groaning as his tongue slid over your hard nipple. His words were genuine but you couldn't help but feel a little cheesy, kicking your foot playfully at his leg and you felt his erection, hard as you did so.

"And you know that already," He chuckled, sucking your nipple more aggressively. "But it's true." His words made you ache with impatience, whine with desire. Felix pulled back before lowering himself to his knees, his eyes not daring to leave yours. Only when he licked an agonizingly slow, sloppy stripe against your clothed cunt his eyes focused on the sight in front of him.

You breath hitched in anticipation as he pulled down your panties with his teeth and taking them off, shooting you a wink as he pocketed them. Immediately after his gaze moved back to your wet pussy, wasting no time in tasting you.

He dropped his head and his tongue slithered to your clit, flicking the pearl a few times before wrapping his lips around it. Your core was hot against his face, your scent, heady and electrifying; he could spend hours between your legs. Your hand went to claw at his hair, your fingers entangling with his brown locks.

"Ri-Right there," You breathed, attempting your best to string a coherent thought together, but it was hard when one of his hands massaged the outside of your thigh while the other came up to your empty hand. Your fingers interlocking, his thumb kneading the side of your palm as he sucked harder at your clit. You squeezed it as you released strangled moans, strained from the attempt to stay quiet.

"You can be louder, love. No one else is going to hear you except me." You didn't believe him, swearing you heard something in the bushes move along with the fact that there was a full blown party happening in his house right now; but you couldn't help yourself either.

He slipped two fingers into you, eliciting a lewd moan with ease. Your legs pressed together and he almost felt suffocated at the momentary feeling of being entirely enveloped by you—but it was exactly what he wanted.

"Oh God, Felix," You fingers digging deeper into his scalp and he groaned.

His movements were mindless and uncalculated, but they had you reeling each time. He knew your body like a book, where to touch to have your head spinning. The longer he spent between you legs, the louder your moans got, your hips helplessly bucking up to meet his fingers and mouth.

"Atta' girl," he murmured against you core. "Cum for me, love, I can feel you squeezing me."

Your movements got sloppier, raunchier, as your orgasm approached swiftly. It struck you like a bolt of lightning, your body overtaken with rapture and relief. Felix watched as you come down from your high, his fingers still working you over.

"You did so well f'me," He coaxed, finally removing his fingers from your core and scaling up your body, his moving to cling to yours and swallowing any soft moans you had left.

"Need you," You whispered as his lips nipped at yours.

"Need me or my cock?" He chuckled, drunk on you.

"You know what I mean," You replied, hands already to undo the buckle of his belt.

He stopped you before you could go any further. "I know, I just want to hear you say it, darling."

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, the smile on your lips indicating otherwise. His brows darted up, goading you on.

"Please?" He pressed and you exhaled in pleasure, in desire.

"Need you inside me, Felix." The corners of his mouth turned up into that smug smirk you've known for so long and he nodded in thanks.

"As you wish, my love."

He was rock hard, heavy and hot in your hands, precum dripping from his tip. You were just as wet and desperate as he reached down as he lined himself up with your entrance, sheathing himself inside you without another moment of hesitation. His arms caged your body under him as he hissed at the feeling. He gave you a a moment, letting you adjust to his size, his cock completely filling you up as he was buried deep inside of you.

"You're so tight," He praised as he kissed you, moaning into your mouth as he began to move. The pace of his hips started slow, gently rolling into yours, your clit brushing up into his pelvic bone at just the right angle. Felix tuned into how your moans falter when he hit just right spot, the sensation going straight to your core.

"Feels so good," You keened as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you.

"Yeah? Tell me about it," He asked as he increased his pace, the speed of his pounding becoming relentless, evoking obscene noises from you. You wrapped your legs around his torso, heels digging into his back as you gave him the perfect angle to go even deeper as his cock hit your g-spot repeatedly.

You were sure your nails were going to leave a mark as they clawed into his shoulders while his hand slowly travelled to your core, rubbing fast circles on your swollen clit to help you reach your climax. You clenched around him in a manner so desperate, cunt fluttering around his cock. You didn’t have time to tell him you were cumming, screaming and sobbing as ecstasy hit you like a brick wall. You arched your back as his name fell from your lips again and again like a hopeless prayer. He followed suit seconds later, soaked with you as buried his head into the crook of your neck. He came with a strident cry as he bottomed out, filling you to the brim. You went limp under him as he panted weakly with his voice hoarse in your ear.

Still hazy from your climax your eyes widened as you saw Oliver walk into the maze. Felix didn't hear him, but he took note of your expression.

"What? Are you okay? What's-"

You interrupted him. "Oliver." Felix's head whipped around to the man standing behind him.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Felix exclaimed and you pulled your legs from his torso and fixed your dress. Felix pulled up his trousers, buckling up his belt before fully turning to face Oliver.

"What are you doing here, mate? I mean, really?" You didn't say anything, composing yourself as Felix stood in front of you. Oliver opened his mouth to speak but Felix cut him off before he could explain himself.

"Actually I don't wanna fucking know, I've seen enough." He sighed and looked back to check on you.

“I think you should go,” You said to Oliver. “Before you do anything more to embarrass yourself.” The words were harsh as they came out of your mouth but you didn’t know what else to say. You watched as he walked away with his shoulders slumped, no doubt some guilt weighing them down.

“Are you alright?” Felix asked you, turning back around. You nodded still processing what had just happened as it seemed the champagne had worn off a while ago. You grabbed the bottle off the ground and held it up, offering it to Felix with a smile he didn't hesitate to reciprocate back.

"To Oliver's fucking party!" You laughed confused as ever, taking a swig of the bottle before he grabbed it from you.

"To Oliver's stupid fucking party."

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intoxicated-chan · 11 months

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Between Your Thighs

✿ฺ Paring ➳❥ Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader

✿ฺ Summary ➳❥ Miguel loves you with his entire heart and you love taking care of Miguel.

✿ฺ (A/n) ➳❥ Inspired by “505” by Arctic Monkeys. Can’t stop, won’t stop writing for Miguel, I just can’t. REQUESTS ARE FINALLY OPEN!!

✿ฺ Word Count ➳❥ 890

✿ฺ Content Warnings ➳❥ Gender neutral reader, mentions/description of intercourse, sexual content, receiving (male), pet names (Mi amor), swearing, dacryphilia, deep throating…

If there was one thing about Miguel that everyone knew, it would be that he was never vulnerable around anyone. Especially to those who he just met, but there was something off with you. Your kind nature towards him made him want to tear his walls down almost immediately. Even if it was going to end up as a single night, nothing more.

But he loved the way your hands trailed down his chest, the way your nails dug into his back, the way you gave every ounce of your love towards him, to a man you barely knew. It wasn’t until he popped the question while in bed that he knew he chose the right one.

And when Miguel isn’t working all day and night, he’s the embodiment of a house husband. He knows how difficult he is at times and he’s happy that you’re so patient.

He especially loves those nights where you let him relax under your touch.

Miguel’s back hit the bed, his head hitting the soft material. His lower half of his body hangs off the edge of the bed.

You watch him carefully, your hand wraps around his hard length, applying pressure from the base to his tip where your thumb pressed against lightly. Teasing and massaging his tip.

Before you could take him into your mouth, you hear him let out a groan, and his hands immediately dig into the bed sheets.

Few pumps with your hand and he moans louder when he feels your warm mouth. You bob your head slowly, swirling your tongue around his length. There were even times where you pulled away to place kisses on his thighs.

You pay attention to Miguel’s moans, hollowing your cheeks which makes him thrusts his hips.

“Amor!” Miguel hisses.

You look up to find his head thrown back, his breathing ragged and quick, you could guess that his eyes are squeezed shut.

Suddenly, you felt a hand come and grasp the back on your head, forcing you to take him deeper. He seems to forget the fact of his claws, how careful he was whenever the two of you did something like this.

But you always reassured him that you placed your trust in him.

“Please!” He begged, lifting his head and his eyes meeting yours, “Please.” He repeated, eyes watering.

The sight of him made you smile around his length. You closed your eyes, letting him control your movements and allow him to fuck your face.

Miguel lets out heavy moans as he thrusts his hips faster. You didn’t know when he sat up and both hands were holding your head.

But you enjoyed the sight of his eyes squinting, his face flushed a bright red, and he looked so beautiful in the moment that you forgot that you were gagging around his cock.

But your eyes began to water as well. As much as you tried to control it, you couldn’t stop it from falling.

Luckily he didn’t catch on or else he’d stop.

He continued until he came into your mouth. He pushed you down all the way to his base.

As you swallowed, you rose to your feet and watched Miguel catch his breath.

“Are you alright?” You ask.

His head hands low, “I should be asking you the same question.” He pants, looking up and I see his watery eyes, “I’m so-”

“I’m alright, Miguel. You didn’t hurt me.”

Then it hits him, “I could’ve-”

“But you didn’t. That proves how much control you have over them.”

Miguel lays back, “…That was amazing though.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

He opens his arms and you lay in them, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Placing a kiss on his forehead, falling asleep in his arms.

Your eyes flutter open, the smell of coffee hitting your nose immediately. And at the foot of the bed, Miguel is hunched over.

“Morning.”

He smiles, leaning over to hand you a mug, “Morning.”

“You’re up early.”

“Yeah, I’ve suddenly got another project. Which means-”

“Another all-nighter.”

“I’m sorry.”

You shake your head as you sip your coffee, “It’s not your fault.”

Miguel comes over to you, hugging you tightly, “I’ll make it up to you.”

You smile, “You don’t gotta, being with you is enough for me.”

You watch him get up from the bed and leave the bedroom. It wasn’t like he was leaving for work, he preferred to work at home so he had his own office. So, it was easier to check up on him.

Once you finished your coffee, you got ready for the day, showered, dressed in comfortable clothes and started fixing the bed first. Next came laundry, and the housework.

Hours later, you knocked on the door to his office, “Miguel, I brought you your food.” You heard him hum loudly, letting you enter his office.

With a plate in hand, you set it next to his hand, “Thank you, mi amor.”

“How’s the project going on so far?”

“Going great, might be done in a couple of hours.” He hums as he feels your fingers run through his hair, “Come m’ere.”

You set yourself on his lap, both of your hands in his hair, “May I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.” He mumbles, relaxing into your touch.

“How long have you been hard?”

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runninriot · 3 months

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“I want that too, y’know. The touching and kissing, everything. But the problem is, that I- I want all that from someone I can’t have. And that sucks.” Steve chuckles bitterly.

Isn’t that funny? That there he is, the wonderful man that stole Eddie’s heart, being just as miserable, just as heartbroken as Eddie is. It’s hysterical, really. Eddie wants to laugh, wants to ask who Steve is talking about. Finds it impossible to think there could be a single person in this world that would pass on the opportunity to be with Steve in all the ways Eddie would kill for.

“Guess that makes two of us,” Eddie confesses and Steve perks up at his words, opens and closes his mouth as if he, too, doesn’t know if it’s okay to dig deeper.

There’s a sadness in his eyes Eddie thinks must mirror his own; two sets of brown eyes searching for comfort in each other. Eddie feels so small, so angry for Steve and himself because love could be such a beautiful thing but isn’t when the rhythm of your heart doesn’t match the one it’s beating for. When love is a one way road with no exists.

“What do you mean?” Steve asks but Eddie just shakes his head and smiles weakly, trying to take some of the heaviness away for both their sakes.

People don’t choose to fall in love, it just happens. And when it does, there is always a fifty-fifty chance that your love is requited. That the person you fell for likes you in the same way, wants you just like you want them.

Sadly, Eddie has yet to be one of the lucky ones to experience that. The real thing. And while they are still staring at each other, each wallowing in their own sorrow because being in love hurts – he realises that this is so much more than a stupid crush. That this goes deeper than anything he’s ever felt before. That maybe for the first time in his 25 years on earth he understands what true love feels like. Feels the crushing weight of it. Knows it won’t fade so easily. But-

“You’ll always have me.”

He can pretend. He can be Steve’s friend even if it hurts. Eddie would rather pull his own heart out than not to have Steve in his life. He’d rather be Steve’s friend than nothing at all.

“What?” Steve seems confused at his statement and Eddie can’t blame him.

“I’m sorry you can’t have who you want but you’ll always have me.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because I mean it, Steve. No matter what, you’ll always have me. It might not be enough for you and I get that. But for me, this is everything I need even if I can’t have all I want. You wanna know why I came home so early? Because when you texted me, I realised that I don’t need to be anywhere else, with anyone else.”

I just wanna be here. With you.

Eddie bites his tongue to stop himself from saying more, knows he’s already said too much. Probably shouldn’t have said any of it.

The confusion in Steve’s eyes turns into something else – anger maybe? Frustration? He pulls away from Eddie, jumps up off the sofa and walks a few steps back.

“You- you can’t just say things like that, Eddie.”

Eddie hates that there is so much space between them, so he stands too, approaches Steve like he would a scared animal, taking slow steps to close the distance between them.

“I can’t say the truth?” He doesn’t think about his own words, just lets his emotions take over his brain and mouth, doesn’t care about the consequences.

“N-no! You can’t just say it like it means more than what you’re actually saying. You’re doing this enigmatic bullshit I never understand because I’m too dumb to read between the lines!”

That causes Eddie to freeze on the spot. He’s only inches away from Steve now, could lift his arms easily to reach out for him. But Steve’s words stop him.

He’s right, isn’t he? Eddie does that a lot. Says only half of what he means or says one thing and means another entirely. He just never realised Steve knew. That he can see right through him.

“You’re right,” he agrees.

Steve huffs annoyed, rubs his hands roughly over his face.

“Then tell me what you mean. What you really mean.”

It doesn’t matter now, does it? He already said too much anyway. Steve is already onto him, knows Eddie is playing a game of hide and seek with himself – hiding the truth and seeking for an easy way out. But it’s too late to try and turn this conversation around.

“What I mean is-“ Eddie takes a deep breath, summons all the courage he can find in himself. “It makes two of us because I feel that same way you do. Wanting someone I can’t have? Because you’re my friend, Steve. I can’t have you the way I want you and that’s fine. It hurts like hell but it’s fine. I can live with that. You’ll never be alone because you’ll always have me as a friend.”

Steve stares at him with eyes full of rage.

“But I don’t want you as a friend.”

Steve’s words hit him like a fist to the face. But before Eddie can let them sink in and start spiralling about the meaning behind them – Steve not wanting to be friends anymore because of Eddie’s confession, obviously – Steve closes the distance between them in one swift motion, grabs Eddie’s face on either side, looking at him with determination in his eyes.

“I want you as more than a friend, Eddie.”

#eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #idiot friends to lovers #wip

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atsumutu · 1 year

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“Hajime, are you bored?”

The raven haired man peers up from his phone, instantly locking the device and pocketing it when he sees the concern etched across your face.

Shaking his head, Iwaizumi gives you a gentle smile. It only takes him a few steps to reach you. “No, just checking my emails.”

Unconvinced, you rest a palm on his chest. It wasn’t like you had forced the man to come out with you. Ever the attentive boyfriend, Iwaizumi had made it his mission to spend some time with you after a hectic few weeks of work - even if that meant spending the day following you into countless stores.

“Are you sure? I know this isn’t really your thing.” you mumble, gesturing lamely at the store.

“Baby, no.” he plants a soft kiss on your temple. “I love spending time with you. Even if it means becoming your personal bag holder.” Iwaizumi lifts an arm, biceps curling underneath his t shirt as he lifts a plethora of shopping bags with ease, 90% of the contents belonging to you.

He watches the way your eyes draw towards his muscle and with the tiniest lift of his lips, he whispers. “I’m starting to think you only bring me along so you can have me carry your bags and ogle me.”

Rolling your eyes, you lightly slap his chest. “You’re the one who always insists on coming with me and carrying all my bags.”

Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow as if to ask are you sure?

Scoffing, you offer no solid denial, only a light push that does nothing to move the brute standing before you. Iwaizumi smiles down at you, endeared by the attempt.

“Seriously though, Hajime, I can go around by myself. Why don’t you go home and rest?”

Now he’s confused. It’s the second time you’ve tried to send him home and he’s racking his brain to see if he may have upset you somehow but he keeps coming up blank. Finally giving up, he decides to ask you.

“Why?” he squints his eyes playfully, “You got another man around to carry your stuff for you?” When you don’t respond to his joke, the raven furrows his brows. Calloused palms come to rest on your cheek. “I’m fine, love.”

And sure he looked fine, Iwaizumi was as tough as nails. But not even he could handle the crazy hours he had been working the last couple of weeks and you could tell he was close to running on fumes.

“Ha ha, very funny.” taking a hold of his wrist, you peer up at the man. “Let’s just go home. I think i’ve bought enough-“

“No.” He’s curt and the unexpected sharpness in his tone cuts you a lot deeper than he would have ever intended. You blink at his words, guilt, concern and a flash of hurt painting across your features. Sighing, Iwaizumi rests his forehead on your shoulder, groaning in what you guess is regret.

Your first instinct is to comfort him, so you do. Weaving your fingers through his dark tresses, you let him soak in your warmth.

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“I know, Haji.”

With a final sigh, he slumps back a step. “Shit, maybe I do need to get my ass home.” he chuckles half heartedly.

Humming, you take a step forward to reach him, mischief brimming in your tone. “Well if you’d just listened to me the first time I wouldn’t be here trying to calm down Mr Grumpy Pants himself.”

“Watch it.” he snipes, no real bite behind his words.

And in all your childish glory, you stick your tongue out at him.

Iwaizumi looks wholly amused. When was the last time someone stuck their tongue out at him? Then, he remembers who his best friend is and any trace of amusement is gone. “That Oikawa is a shitty influence on you.” he grumbles.

“Come on, let’s go.” you giggle, reaching for his free hand to lead him towards the exit.

“Hey,” he calls, softly tugging at your hands to halt your steps, “I love you.”

Despite the gruff texture of his voice, you would never tire of how softly those words would fall from his lips.

“I love you too.” lifting your entwined fingers up, you seal your words with a quick kiss to the back of his hand. “Now, can we finally go home?”

Iwaizumi smiles, fond. “Let's go home.”

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ja3hwa · 5 months

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♡ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨 | 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 ♡

【Synopsis】 : The aftermath of Seonghwa ravishing, you had left your thirsty. Good thing whole you wander through the large easte, a grumpy vampire is more than happy to help show you the kitchen. After all, he, too, is thirsty.

『Word count』 : 1.89k

-> Genre: Fantasy. Gore. Suggestive. Mafia au.

Pairing: Vampire!Yeosang x Reader | Vampire!Seonghwa x Reader [Eventual Poly]

[Warnings] : Mention of sex. Blood drinking. Kissing. Seonghwa is already whipped for the reader. Nakedness. Pet names. Swearing. Mention of death. Mention of gore scenes involving flesh being ripped from bone by teeth. (whoops) Blood drinking. Yeosang is a grumpy boy. Modern meets medieval

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564 years later

Music infected the brain making it hard to hear your own thoughts. Liquor was everywhere. From the mouths of the drunk to the floor of the poor bar. Night clubs were where singles could find a chance to walk home with another and takens to hide their love affairs. It was sickening, to say the least. People throwing themselves at each other, hands falling to parts of the body only the private eye should take advantage of. Guess the saying "think with your dick" was invented at a club because all everyone does here is just that.

Yeosang sat quietly in the VIP lounge, sipping his drink while closely watching his entertainment for the evening. A piss poor excuse for humanity. He regrets agreeing to this ordeal now. Why couldn't San be the watchman or even Wooyoung? They love to spend time around humans. Especially when they get to drink off them. Yeosang was not the same. The idea of partying or drinking from a filthy human's neck, it scream disease in this era...

The thought makes Yeosang cringe. Have you ever tasted the flavour of a sexual disease in blood? It’s not pleasant. Bitter, tangy, and downright vial. Like tasting death. But alas no matter how much Yeosang pleaded his pain to the older males, they declined saying ‘We need you there tonight. Everyone else has their duties, now do yours’. Yeosang huffs reminding himself he needs to kill San and Wooyoung the next time he sees them.

His eyes wandered aimlessly at the passing face. One of his jobs here was not just to see who entered the club but to also do some side deals, moving drugs, importing expensive alcohol. You name it. So of course that means he had to deal with humans. Typical drunk humans. Typical horny drunk humans. Typical…. “Wait….” Yeosang cut off the cowardly man in front of him with the raise of his finger. His eyes locked on to a young woman dressed in black sitting at his bar. She was nursing a drink while another woman in a tight skimpy dress had caught her attention. They seemed to be chatting about something. More like yelling at one another but that was beside the point. The girl in black looked so familiar like he had met her before, a long time ago.

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You shifted slightly, feeling an ache on your upper thighs. Your eyes were hazy, trying to look around the dim room. You felt a weight on your waist, making it hard to move. Your head turned to the side seeing Seonghwa’s peaceful face. You could still see some of your blood stained on his bottom lip. A tingle surged against your neck, reminding you about the small wound on it. Hwa hadn’t full-on bit you like vampires would normally do to their prey but the idea still lingered on your mind. He was a beast that had fed from you, slept with you and you like it? Something must be wrong with you.

“I can feel you staring at me.” His voice was deeper, more gravelled. It sent shivers down your spine. But you didn’t know how to answer, so instead, you leaned in closer, sealing your lips on his. He gladly took them, deepening the sensual yet passionate kiss. It didn’t last as long as Seonghwa would have liked though, as you pulled away you spoke softly.

“I’m going to go get a drink.” You shifted once again but this time, pulling away from Hwa’s bare body. He whined in the loss of your warmth but you just giggled reassuring him you wouldn’t be long.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to go with you? It’s still sunny out. No one will be awake other than our workers.” He yawned clearly still in rest mode. Once again you eased his mind by saying if you needed help you’re sure one of the workers would help. And as you finished chatting to a sleepy Seonghwa while putting on your sleepwear, you left, slowly making your way down the hall. It might been dim inside but the sun was slinking its way in through some of the curtains as you passed them. One by one, until you reached the end of the seemingly never-ending hallway. It dawned on you that maybe you should have taken Seonghwa’s advice about him going with you or maybe just asked him which direction was the kitchen.

Huffing out, you place your hands on either side of your hips, trying to think about where it could possibly be but your thoughts don’t last long as a tall man with thick biceps and slicked back hair that seemed to have a slight tinge of green in it appeared suddenly. He was very handsome, just like the others and the minute he closed the door behind him he knew you were in the all with him. A low grumble surged through him, making the vibrations disturb the ground, shocking its way up your legs. H was intimidating but you weren’t scared. If anything you felt safer with the idea of creatures like him roaming around, making you aware no human from your village and by that you mean your mother, would have no second thought in coming to the ruined castle.

“Wooyoung was right, you do have a staring problem.” His sharp voice made your heart sting a little. He seemed uninterested in you compared to the others. Which you didn’t mind but part of you wanted to know why? What made him feel different?

“I uh…” He had caught you so suddenly, that you probably looked like a deer in headlights from his perspective which made a sly smile paint his god-like features.

“Cat got your tongue, human?” He made it painfully aware to you that he was no mortal like you, showing off his fangs in the smile. His eyes were glowing and he was clearly not in the mood for small talk. Taking a few steps, he was suddenly in front of you. You could finally take in some details noting he was still wearing outing clothes instead of sleepwear. It only then dawned on you, that he was either Hongjoong or Yeosang. The vampires you hadn’t met yet. his smirk faded quickly, huffing out a shallow breath. He took one last step in front of you, chest to chest to him. Letting you feel his breath on your cheek, your heart started racing. You could smell death around him as if he had been hunting recently. His eyes staring at you harshly, such a familiar gaze. And then you realized as you noticed some of the blood stains sticking out from his undershirt who he was…

“Y-You are the one I saw last night. The one that bit…” Your voice was slacked and shaky, with your eyes wide. His pupils were blown out, with his iris’s changing from a brown to a deep red. His fingers dance along your exposed collarbone, dragging up over the already healed where Seonghwa had pricked you a couple of hours ago.

“Oh no, Pet…” His chuckle was dark, seductive. “I ripped his jugular out.” His words made your breath hitch, imagining long teeth shredding flesh down to the bone against Lucas’s neck. His face tilted down towards your neck, rubbing his nose against your skin. “He tasted fowl, tainted. I’m surprised if he lasts the day.” his tongue licked a stripe up your hot neck, taking in your scent.

“He’s still alive?” Again with the stupid questions. Did you even care about knowing? Why would you want to know about the life of a guy who could have done such terrible things to you?

“For now…” He pulled away with a groan, his hands holding your waist. “Sadly Hongjoong had patched him enough so if he is…'strong', then I guess he’ll live.” It fell silent for a moment, you had no idea how to respond. So he was Yeosang and from what you’ve heard, he was known for having a temper. “Enough about him. I’m more interested in why Hwa didn’t bite you properly. Hmm? All that talk about being your first for everything and oh I mean everything. Yet he didn’t drink from you?”

Your face was flustered at his words. Seonghwa wanted to be your first in everything. How long have these men been watching you? You gulped, not breaking eye contact with the vampire. His lip was sucking in tightly between his teeth, taking in yet another deep breath, as if he needed to get your scent in his system to live. “I guess he wouldn’t mind if I took the offer.”

Your eyes widened, feeling his grip tighten on your hips. One hand freed itself, snaking out to the back of your neck, pulling your head to the side sharply. You hissed at his forcefulness but did not dare to voice any such uncomfortableness, not wanting him to push away from your aching body. He didn’t waste another breath, not caring whether you even wanted this or not, licking a strip along your main vein before his long sharp fangs sank into your soft flesh.

“Y-Yeo…” You squirmed against him, the pain was nothing like you experienced before. It wasn’t a burning pain like a broken bone or a sprained ligament but a dizzy pain. One that is mixed with pleasure, or euphoric notions. You felt like your brain was in the clouds, untouched, protected. His grip got tighter, the hand that held your hip was now wrapped around your middle, caging you in his tight grasp. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, pulling at his tunic. His groans rumbled in your ears, making your core wet.

He finally pulled back, blood pouring down his chin, staining his button-up and neck. His groans were music to your ears, the velvet vocals melting your brain. “Fuck pet, if I’d kept going I’d drink you dry. I’ve never tasted such sweetness.” He lapped at your wounds, cleaning any blood that had spilled out down your collarbone. The air seemed thinner to you, while your heart was racing, trying to pump more blood in you from the large amount you had just lost. “I wonder if other parts of you hold such palatableness.”

You had no clue the meaning behind his rambles, but if they meant anything like Seonghwa’s charming words, you soon realized where it makes you end up. He finally lets go of your head, your neck completely clean to the best of his abilities. Sadly he couldn’t say the same about your pj’s. one a nice baby blue, now covered in crimson. Your head was dizzy but no longer just from the loss of blood but more so from the intoxicating undead beast holding your caringly. Your body was yearning for him, like some sickness, wanting nothing other than these vampiric men. Not one, not two, but all of them.

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Yeosang couldn’t control his feet, weaving quickly through the crowd, trying to get to the hypnotic woman sitting at the bar, but as he finally pushed the last drunk pig of a human past him, the woman was gone. He stood there for a moment, in disbelief. Was he dreaming? Was he losing his mind? Becoming unattached from the world? Raking his fingers through his hair he sighed out a frustrating growl, needing to contact someone. Holding his finger in his ear and the phone to the other, he searched through his contacts, but no one seemed to answer not until one did, “Jongho I think I just saw her…”

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babydollmarauders · 6 months

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SAY DON’T GO — LUKE HUGHES

luke hughes x fem!reader

summary: in which y/n is in love with her fwb but he doesn’t reciprocate the feelings

warnings: slightly nsfw scenes (?), angst, betrayal

notes: based on ‘Say Don’t Go’ by Taylor Swift. i feel like this is a lot less angsty than i had originally wanted it to be, but i basically just wrote this to try and get over writers block, so it’s probably shitty but it’s at least something.

*not my gif*

“fuck.”

his one word is stuttered out in a shaky breath, the rise and fall of his chest steady under my lingering touch.

the faint aching of my legs is nothing compared to the overwhelming dread that settles in my chest, awaiting my impending dismissal.

i climb off of him, a hiss leaving my lips at the sensitivity of him sliding out of me, and drape myself beside him instead. my eyelids flutter, exhaustion creeping up on me as his arms encircle my waist.

these are the worst parts. these are the parts that ruined me. these are the parts that threw me into the inevitable mess of love that drags me through each of our nights together.

“do you need anything?” his lips press against my neck, his hands sprawling across the small of my back, pulling me deeper against him. “a water? a snack? do you want me to clean you up?”

at the shake of my head, he cuddles deeper into me, my hands raising to thread into the mess of curls atop of his head as he continues to kiss down my neck.

after a few moments, he stops, pulling away to lay beside me.

the silence is killer, only filled by our slow breaths and the occasional brush of his fingers against my bare stomach.

“well, i guess i should get going.”

i roll over, rising from the bed as i speak, my volume barely that of a whisper. i peel my discarded clothes from the floor, my breath held in my throat, yearning that tonight might be the night he disagrees. that tonight he’ll tell me not to go; to stay with him.

“yeah, that’s probably a good idea. Jack should be home soon.” his breathlessly spoken words are like a knife to my heart, pushed deeper and deeper by his nonchalance.

gone are the days that he walked me to my apartment; replaced now by an idle wave and his eyes following me out of his bedroom door.

“bye, Luke.”

i stand in the doorway, my clothing messily adorned and my hair pulled into a quick and sloppy bun on my head. it doesn’t take a mirror for me to know that my makeup is smudged, black mascara surely circling my eyes.

the door is half closed, but i linger just a little longer, holding out hope for him to say ‘don’t go.’ for him to tell me to stay; but he doesn’t, and i don’t.

“bye, y/n.” he waves me off, his focus turning to the tv in his bedroom. “see you soon, yeah?”

my head falls, looking down at my light blue toenails; his favorite color. there he went, twisting the knife.

“yeah, see ya.”

i’m slipping my sandals back on my feet by the front door when Jack walks in, stopping in his tracks at my presence.

his eyes scan my disheveled appearance, his smile dropping.

“hey, y/n/n.” Dawson enters the apartment behind him, bumping him out of the way and taking his turn to study my figure. “you okay? you look sad.”

ever the subtle man; Jack is.

“yeah, i’m fine.” i plaster on a watery smile, attempting to round him in order to leave, but his hand wraps around my forearm, pulling me back.

“you sure?” Jack questions, his eyes full of pity. “i didn’t know you were coming over tonight. wanna watch a game with Merc and i?”

i just need to be alone.

“thanks for the offer, but i’m just gonna go back to my apartment. i’m not feeling well.”

“okay, well if you change your mind, just let yourself in.” i nod at his statement and he finally lets his hand drop, giving me the freedom i need in order to slip out the still open door.

i don’t think i can get away fast enough; nearly tripping over my feet to get down the hall and back to my own apartment.

it isn’t until i’m safe and secure inside my own place, my back pressed against my door, that i finally let my emotions out with a guttural sob.

i didn’t think it would turn into this.

when Luke moved in with his brother down the hall, i was just excited to have someone my exact age. someone else who had gone to college, so we could talk about our experiences together.

that acquaintanceship quickly blossomed into a proper friendship, one that meant the world to me. albeit, it had some tension of a foreign variety, i loved it.

then one drunken night turned into a hookup, which turned into two, until Luke proposed a friends-with-benefits situation.

i’ve never been the casual hookup girl, but i really like Luke. it was a shot in the darkest dark, but i thought maybe, if i agreed, we could turn into something more.

but now we’re eight months in and i’m fading into madness, waiting for him to turn us into something more. it’s slowly developed into sadness. more hurt coming from this arrangement than love.

***

Luke drapes a blanket over top of me, head-to-toe, and although i roll my eyes, a smile breaks out across my lips.

“i’m calling it. time of death-” he cuts himself off and i can hear footsteps entering his living room before he’s stage-whispering. “Jack, what time is it?”

“uhh.” Jack drags out, and in my head i can picture him checking his phone. “9:06pm”

“9:06pm.” Luke repeats in confidence, finally finishing his previous sentence. “may y/n rest in peace. loving best friend, caring soul, and horrible baker.”

“hey!” i pull the blanket off my face, glaring up at my friend as i lift my head. “last week, you said my cookies were good!”

“shhh.” he pushes his fingers against my forehead, shoving my head back down onto the cushion of the couch. “you’re dead and i lied.”

“do i even wanna know what i walked into?” Jack asks from his spot at the other side of the living room.

“y/n is dead, may her soul rest easy now.” Luke’s faux solemn tone sends me into a fit of giggles, earning myself a snapped playful glare and a shush from him.

“yeah, i’ve gathered that.” Jack’s eyebrows furrow, his eyes flicking between his brother and i. “how did she die?”

“a broken heart.” i half joke as Luke simultaneously states ‘the plague.’

“and how did she get the plague?” Jack feeds into his younger siblings joke while throwing me a concerned glance.

“she kissed a rat.” my friend determines.

“i did not!” i gasp, “i’ve only kissed one thing in the past eight months!”

Luke gapes at me, and i realize where i’ve gone wrong.

we never determined we were exclusive. he must assume i’ve been dating or seeing other people during our arrangement.

does this mean he has?

my heart twists in my chest at the thought and i have to swallow down rising bile at the image that plays in my mind of him with another girl.

oh Luke, why’d you have to make me love you?

“my cat.” i lie in attempt to cover my tracks, and it appears to work for the most part, as Luke’s expression goes back to his casual dry humored look.

“well, then, that settles it.” he nods his head in determination and Jack chuckles.

“i’m gonna need clarification.” i mutter and Luke takes the moment to sit on top of me on the couch, his weight sinking down on my thighs.

“Yoda kissed the rat and then you kissed Yoda.” he replies and my head falls back against the couch cushions, my abdomen beginning to cramp as i laugh.

“nobody kissed a rat!”

***

“shit, Luke— i love you.” it slips past my lips like a fallen prayer; spewing out in a whimper amongst my blissed haze.

my eyes widen, my hips faltering in their pace to meet Luke’s, the currents of pleasure that wrack my body taking a back seat in my mind.

i study his face; the sweat that beads at his hairline as he thrusts into me, his rhythm never faltering; the scrunched eyes and thrown back head that doesn’t move even after my words.

i can’t decide if he didn’t hear my sex-drunk word vomit, or if he’s deliberately ignoring it; but i figure it’s the latter when his hand on my breast loosens, and he rips it back like i’m too hot to touch.

he heard me.

i said ‘i love you.’

he said nothing back.

suddenly, my lust is gone, and in great timing because it’s at that moment that Luke finishes, pulling out and falling down onto the mattress beside me.

it’s quiet for awhile, neither of us speaking as we catch our breath. his hand sprawls against my bare hip, pulling me closer to him in the darkness of my room.

“did you finish?” he whispers, and i don’t have the heart to tell him that my mood was dampened, so i nod.

“mhm.” i hum and he presses a kiss to my nose.

“you didn’t like, mean what you said, did you?”

another twist of the metaphorical knife that he jabbed into my heart long ago.

“i don’t know, what did i say?” i play dumb, as though i don’t remember the confession that played from my lips just moments ago.

his nose scrunches as he speaks, “that you, like, love me.”

“oh- no. i don’t even remember saying it.” i whisper back, and suddenly i’m grateful for the near pitch black of the room, hoping it masks the glistening tears that spring to my eyes.

“i must’ve said it in the heat of the moment.” i add and he nods.

“cool.”

cool.

he thinks it’s ‘cool’ if i don’t love him.

he cuddles into me, his head resting on my chest, and i’m thankful that we’re at my house, because rather than continue these whispers in the dark, i can force myself to fall asleep.

closing my eyes, tears leak from the corners, dripping down into my hairline.

why’d he have to make me want him so bad?

i focus on the grounding feeling of the weight of his head on my chest until i slip into dreams.

when i awake, it’s still dark out, and my alarm clock reads 3:27am in bold red lighting. but Luke is nowhere to be found.

i’ve been asleep for merely two hours and he’s already left me; gone back to his own apartment.

i don’t bother putting on clothes, rather pulling my blanket up to my chin and curling up on my side.

sobs wrack my body, finally able to let out the painful emotions that i held in while Luke was here.

i’m so sick of him leaving me.

***

my knock echoes through the apartment, but i wonder if it was even heard.

Luke had texted me to come over, but i’ve knocked twice now with no response, and i’m ready to give up when the door finally swings open.

i yelp in shock, jumping back in fright at the rapidly opened door. when i step inside the apartment, Luke is standing behind the door, still dressed in his game day suit, his tie long forgotten now though.

“oh, hey.” i sigh in relief, “i was about to leave, ya know? you took forever.”

i stop in the entry hall, turning back to look at him, and he kicks the door shut, stalking towards me.

“you took forever to get here.” his words are followed by the crash of his lips upon mine, time slowing to a stop as he pulls me deeper into the kiss.

i’m his.

his hands come down to the backs of my thighs, pulling one of my legs to hook around his waist, and on instinct, i jump up with the other. my legs wrap around him as he walks us backwards to his couch, his lips trailing away from mine and instead placing open mouthed kisses down my jawline and onto my neck.

“Luke.” i whimper, my hips grinding down onto his and making him groan.

“shhh.” he hushes me, taking a seat on the couch and leaving me straddling his lap. “i had a really bad game. i need you right now.”

a spark of anger and sadness ignites inside me at his words.

he’s with me because of his game.

not because of me.

i need you right now.

he doesn’t need me.

he needs a release.

something to channel his anger into.

i push him away, detaching him from the pulse point of my neck as i do so. his lips chase after mine and i lean back with a heavy sigh.

“stop.” i whimper and he looks up at me with wide eyes and an alarmed expression.

“did i do something?” he wonders aloud, his hands rubbing comfortingly up and down my thighs.

“i can’t do this.” i smack his hands away, rising to my feet to create distance between us.

“can’t do what, y/n?” he sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. “i’m confused.”

“this!” i cry out, pointing wildly between us.

understanding settles over him, and i can tell just from the way his shoulders slump.

oh my god.

my heart sinks, my stomach twisting in knots as i shake my head, tears gathering in my eyes.

“you know.” i spit out, disgust filling my body.

disgust for him, for acting oblivious. and disgust for myself, for being oblivious.

“i know.” he confirms my suspicions, nodding slowly.

“you lead me on.” i tell him, overwhelmingly shocked at how calm it comes out. “you know how i feel. you know i love you; and yet you kept this going.”

“i’m sorry, y/n. i-”

“when?” my voice breaks, tears spilling down my cheeks.

“in October.”

four months.

he’s known i’m in love with him for four months.

yet, he continued to lead me on. to keep this arrangement going, despite how much he knows it hurts me.

“oh my god.” my knees feel weak, my body sick. “you knew the other week. when i told you i loved you, you knew i meant it!”

he gives a weak nod, slinking back into the couch cushions.

“why would you do this, Luke?”

he looks back at me, his eyes peering into mine; and i think the worst part is that i see no real remorse.

“i don’t know.” he shrugs, and out of every possible answer, i think that’s the worst one he could’ve given.

“i gave you all of me and you gave me nothing!” i feel like i could be sick.

my best friend.

the person i thought would never intentionally hurt me.

“i can barely look at you.” i mutter dejectedly, ripping my eyes away from his in order to pace to the front door. “i never wanna see you again.”

halfway out the door, i stop, peeking back to find him staring at the wall in front of him, before i continue my journey out.

my hand clasps over my mouth, in attempt to hold in my cries until i get to my own apartment, and when i finally arrive, i spare no effort.

as though i was physically weak, my body crumples to the floor as soon as i close my door. my knees hit against the hardwood, but i’m numb to everything around me; my emotional pain far outweighing any physical.

i feel betrayed and used. my heart ripped out from my chest and stomped into the ground as though it means nothing to him.

but amongst it all, i’m most mad at myself. because despite what Luke did, i still held out hope for him call out to me as i left. to say ‘don’t go.’ to ask me to stay.

but he didn’t. and he never will.

#luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes fic #luke hughes blurb #nj devils #nhl imagine #nhl fic #faithlynn’s writings <3

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ohtobeleah · 4 months

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Was It Over? // Jake Seresin

-> Chapter Seven: [Faucet Failure]

Summary: Jake makes his way back to you after finding out the truth. While under sedation to give your brain some rest, you remember the good times and the bad with your husband.

Warnings: Sick!reader. Breast cancer diagnosis. Jake Seresin x F!reader. Angst, hospital & medical inaccuracies. SLOW BURN ROMANCE/ Inaccurate medical information. Relationship turmoil.

Word Count: 4.6K

Author Note: These chapters keep getting more and more heartbreaking. I can’t even deal. Why did you guys let me do this to y’all?

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November 22nd

The dim glow of your TV was the only thing in the house that was giving your home any sort of light. The kids had all gone down well, both Lucy and Lennox had swimming practice after school which meant that they were down and out for the count before you even got from their beds back to the door. Sam was easy to get to sleep, he always had been. He was just a naturally sleepy kid.

The gentle knock against your front door startled you, but didn’t shock you. You knew exactly who it was. It was the same guy who'd given you a tissue to dry your tears, the same guy who sat beside you and kept you company during one of your lowest moments. It was the guy that had turned an overly depressing core memory into one that showed a little humanity, sympathy and understanding.

“Happy Birthday!” Jensen cooed as he stood at your door with a plastic bag full of Chinese takeout containers full to the very brim. “I didn't know what you liked so I think I got one of everything.” You stood at the threshold of your home just staring at the man who was on your doorstep, who’d insisted on buying you dinner. When you had informed him of your three children, Jensen said he’d have it delivered.

But he didn't specify who’d be delivering it…..

“I hope you weren't expecting a tip.” You smiled as you let Jensen into your home, the unimaginable amount of scattered children's shoes made it look like you were raising a family of caterpillars, but Jensen didn't mind the mess. He understood, his sister had two little girls around about the same age as Lucy and Lennox.

“But I brought you cheesecake as well?” Jensen smiled back at you in the darkness of the dimly lit hallway. “Can’t have a birthday without cake.”

“I don't even remember the last time someone brought me any form of cake.” You sighed as you politely took the cheesecake in its cake box. Jensen frowned in response as he watched you hit the light switch in the hallway that led to the kitchen.

“Didn't your husband ever buy you a birthday cake?” He called out as he followed you deeper into your humble abode. It was a simple question that carried far too much weight than you were ready to truly unpack. You'd told Jensen in one of your many conversations since you first met about how you and Jake were separated due to circumstances that weren’t fair to either one of you. Jensen never pressed for more information than you were willing to give.

“He used to.” You shrugged. “I can't remember the year he stopped, hell–I can't really even pinpoint when he stopped caring but eventually he did and soon enough my birthday just became another day.” It was hard to admit, but Jensen made opening up about your marital struggles easy, you never really confided in anyone about any of it. He had a non-biased opinion. “But I loved Jake, I still do, at the time I guess I didn't care that I was getting a fraction of what I deserved because a fraction of him was better than nothing at all.” The tears were there, they were ready to spill over your lower last line. But you never let them fall as Jensen sat down at your kitchen bench and opened up the bag of chinese food. “But it all got too much– or too little, I suppose.”

“Have you told him about the cancer yet?” Jensen asked softly, he wasn't pressing, he was just asking.

“I still dont think I’m going to–he probably wouldn't care, I mean he forgot my birthday.” Again you shrugged it off like it was no big deal. “I highly doubt he’d care about some cancer diagnosis.”

“Are you sure he wouldn't care? Or have you just convinced yourself he wouldn't because it hurts less to believe he doesn't care than it does to believe he does?” When you answered Jensen's heart sank. He saw the tears in your eyes, the look of heartbreak that reflected from your very soul. The longingness in your expression. He saw right through the wall you tried so hard to protect yourself with. He saw it all. Which is why when your voice cracked and your support beams held together by caffeine and your need to keep a normal routine for your children in place, faltered, Jensen sighed.

“It didn't take much convincing–”

“Y/n–”

“How was Chemo today?” You tried your best to change the subject as you grabbed some cutlery. The chair beside Jensen at your kitchen counter looked awfully comfortable.

“Consider my follicles fried.” Jensen chuckled as you handed him a spoon. “Now don't change the subject, we’re talking about you and this husband of yours, who, I'm convinced, is a few screws short of a hardware store.”

“Oh yeah? Why's that?” You weren't sure if you wanted to know, but what you did know was that Jake wasn’t here. He’d sent you a message earlier in the day but you were yet to respond. You felt that if you replied it would open a floodgate of vulnerability. But soon enough Jensens words had you in a freefall of wondering if it was truly over between you and Jake–

“Because I don't think anyone who's lucky enough to love you would ever put themselves in a position to lose you.”

Or not.

***~***~***~**~***~

“Look left for me?” Doctor Ignatii spoke as he shined his little pen light in your eyes. “And right?” You did as you were told although you just wanted to be left alone. “Count to five for me?” You almost rolled your eyes as Doctor Ignatii stepped away and walked closer to your feet.

“One, two, three, four, five.” You slowly counted. “Do I get a gold star?” Doctor Ignatii didn’t take your foul attitude to heart, he dealt with people like you every day—over the years you tend to develop pretty thick skin.

“Possibly, if you can wiggle your toes and touch your nose?” He asked through a smile as he began to feel your feet. “Wiggle please Mrs Seresin.”

“This better not be my audition tape for the Madden Brothers Circus.” You didn’t mean to take your hostility out on the doctor who had saved your life, but there was a small part of you that wished he would have just let the blood clot do its damage. You did what you were told once more and wiggled your toes and touched your nose. “Look at me go.”

“Well—“ Doctor Ignatii chuckled to himself as he filled out your charts on his iPad. “You don’t seem to be showing any immediate deficits post surgery, I’d like to give your brain a chance to rest for another ten to twelve hours before we get you out of bed for a little bit of a walk.” You listened to what your doctor was saying as your mother came back into the room, you didn’t know it but Jake had just landed and was heading right over.

“Does that mean I get more of these awesome drugs?” You asked playfully, your mother even swore you were flirting. Doctor Ignatii was very handsome with brown hair and dark skin. He smiled at your forwardness but nodded in response. He was also used to this.

“We’ll give you another sedative to make sure you're able to rest, you’ll probably feel like you got hit by a bus when you wake up but it’ll give us a clearer indication if you’ll face any deficits going forward.”

“You reckon breast cancer’s a deficit?” You couldn't stop thinking about the dream you had about Jake. it felt so real, like your own personal rolodex of memories was trying its best to show you the good times. For whatever reason that may be you had no idea, but, you really had to ground yourself in your own reality. Jake wasn't the Jake from your memories anymore, although you desperately wished he was. He was now the Jake who couldn't remember your birthday or to fill your Christmas stocking on Christmas. He was the guy who let you peel your own oranges after he’d done it for so many years.

He was the guy who had fallen out of love with you.

“I do, but your double mastectomy has been rescheduled for Christmas Eve. So what better way to wake up on Christmas morning knowing your chance of kicking cancer's ass just went up by thirty five percent?” It was your turn to smile at Doctor Ignatii as he ended the conversation about your cancer at that. “I’ll send in a nurse to admit the sedative, mum? She’ll be out for a minimum of ten hours while on the IV, you should take the time to get some rest too.”

“Sure thing Doc.” Your mother answered as she watched him walk away. “Were you flirting with that man?”

“No harm, he’s seen the inside of my brain, can’t get more intimate then that can you?” You were probably putting on a braver face then you felt but your mother could tell you were nervous about the sedative..

“I’ll stay with you for the entire time you're sleeping.” She cooed as she pushed your hair behind your hair. She noticed how stands fell almost with the gust of her fingertip. The chemo was killing your hair follicles. “You won’t be alone.”

“Thanks.” Was all you said as Lydia came into your room ready to set your IV drop up. “I hope you’ve done this before, kid.”

“Absolutely Mrs Seresin.” Lydia chuckled, she felt a lot better after a full eight hours of sleep. “I’ll just get this sorted and you’ll be good to go.” As Lydia set up your IV, you had just rough energy to send one message to a dear friend you thought should know about your current state. Your mother watched as you typed out a really quick message with one hand.

You: “Had a stroke, in hospital, surgery rescheduled.”

“Promise you’ll stay?” You asked your mum one more time as you saw her reading a text. A text from your ex husband telling her he was about twenty minutes away and running off the five hours of sleep he got before his world got flipped on its head.

“You’re not going be alone sweetheart.” Your mother answered rather cryptically. As your eyelids grew heavier and heavier. “You’re not gonna be alone.”

***~***~***~**~***~

“I'm here.” Jake had taken the next flight back to Rhode Island that he could, he didn't have time to waste when it came to getting back to you. He was tired, emotionally exhausted from everything he had learnt of your condition and dishevelled beyond belief. He was sure someone threw a dollar down at him while he was sitting on the floor at the airport next to a charging port. He looked so distressed and dishevelled that someone thought he was homeless.

He kept that dollar though.

“Okay, ask the main reception to point you in the direction of oncology and we’re in room 306.” Your mother replied over the phone, Jake had called her about fifteen minutes after you had been administered your sedative.

Jake felt his heart in the back of his throat as he took the elevator up to the level the lady at the reception desk in the main lobby of the Rhode Island hospital had told him to go to. Oncology equals cancer, you had cancer, breast cancer, you had a stroke, strokes can kill you, cancer can kill you.

Jake had thought about nothing else since he got on his flight, the idea that you were sick, that you were so sick you couldn't even tell him broke his heart more than you leaving him ever could. There was once a time where Jake thought you could tell him anything, that you were able to come to him with any problem you had or were facing.

He couldn't pinpoint exactly when you stopped telling him things, or more importantly when he’d stopped listening. Jake couldn't help but to blame himself for feeling like he’d somewhat put you into this situation where you felt like you couldn't rely on him to step up when you needed him to. You were sick and you needed support, he was supposed to be that support, but instead you kept him in the dark like he didn't deserve to know you were ill.

Maybe he didn't deserve to know, but either way Jake was walking towards room 306 where your mother had told him to go. He brought his duffel with him, Jake made no plans to leave your bedside for the duration of your stay. However long that may be, he was gonna be by your side.

And the second he got to the threshold of your hospital room, Jake Seresin forgot what it was like to be able to breathe on his own accord.

“Oh Honey.” He cooed as his bottom lip quivered, your Mother tried her best to remain a strong presence but at the sight of Jake crumbling under the weight of the idea he’d lose you twice over made her eyes water. “Oh my sweet girl.”

***~***~***~**~***~

“Jake!” You shouted out throughout the house as Lucy and Lenny watched over baby Sam as they ate lunch in the living room.“Jake!”

“What?” Jake called back to you from the back deck where he was busy doing absolutely nothing but enjoying a beer with his feet up and his sunglasses on. He just needed twenty minutes. Sam had been a handful today and ever since Jake got home he’d wanted nothing more than to use his body as a jungle gym.

“The faucet in the ensuite won’t stop leaking, can you please tighten it before you get too comfortable.” You asked as politely as you could with a soft smile.

“Sure, yeah I’ll put it on the list.” Jake shrugged your request off like it was nothing but another chore you were commanding him to do. When Jake didn’t budge, you crossed your arms over your chest and pressed the issue further.

“It’s just that I’m trying to work on my new book and I can’t concentrate with the dripping.” You were in the middle of your latest project. A new book proposal your editors were waiting on.

“I said I’d get to it Hon, just—why don’t you try writing somewhere else besides your desk? Or better yet, shut the ensuite door?” Jake couldn’t see the rage burning in your eyes when he told you to basically deal with it until he could be arsed to get up.

“Jake please?” You begged, it wasn’t the first time you’d asked Jake to fix the leaky faucet but it would be the last. It was one the few final straws that broke your back before you decided enough was enough and you couldn’t stay in your marriage any longer. “I need you to do this one thing for me so I can work in peace.”

“If it’s so important that it needs to be fixed right this second Hon just fix it yourself?” Jake argued back as he took a sip of his beer, it had been a long week for him and he needed a moment to relax. “You know how to fix a leak.”

“I already tried!” You shouted back loud enough to finally have Jake taking his glasses off to look at you properly. “I’m trying to work, I’ve had the kids all week and I need to get these last few chapters done before next Friday and you go back to work on Monday.” You saw the look Jake gave you, one of annoyance and frustration, like you were some kind of parasite trying to ruin his day off to relax and enjoy some rest and rejuvenation before Monday rolled around again.

“Honey if you let me sit here for twenty minutes I will fix the fucking leak for you.” He tried to hide his disdain but you could read it through the lines on his face. “I’m not sure why you can’t just write somewhere where you can’t fucking hear it but I’ll fix it the minute I’m done drinking my beer.”

“Alright.” You pressed your lips together and tried not to let your anger boil over. “Alright I can live with that.”

“Hallelujah, she can live with compromise.” Jake sassed as he took another sip of his beer. You chose not to respond as you headed back inside the home you both shared with a feeling of under appreciated value looming over your head. What did Jake mean by compromise? You did so much and more for him, why was it such an issue that you’d asked him to fix a faucet.

He never did get around to fixing it like he said he would. Twenty minutes turned to two hours, which turned to two days, months and eventually It was only when the both of you decided to sell the property when you said you were leaving, that he noticed the leak was never fixed.

You never did finish that draft, the book that remained unpublished and half finished. You kept the google doc on your laptop and sometimes you thought about picking the project back up. But you never did, you never had time to, not while you were on the cusp of divorce and raising three children all on your own.

“I uh—I fixed the faucet.” Jake sheepishly told you as he made his way into the kitchen to see you packing plates and bowls and cutlery into moving boxes.

“The faucet I asked you to fix back in October?” You replied harshly while trying not to look at the man who forgot where you should have been on his priority list. “Glad I compromised on that one for this long.” You hissed, it had only been four days since you told Jake you were leaving, that you were moving back into your mothers place with the kids until you found somewhere to live.

“Honey—“

“Please don’t call me that.” You asked rather simply as Jake's heart broke before you. He was losing his wife, his kids and didn’t know how to fix what he’d unintentionally broken.

“Don’t go, we can fix this, I don’t want you to go.”

“Well unfortunately this isn’t about you Jake.” You tried to keep your voice down so that you wouldn’t alert the kids to your argument. If there was one thing you weren’t going to do it was fight in front of your children and subject them to that environment. “Tell me, it’s January right now isn’t it?”

“Yeah?” Jake wasn’t sure what you were getting at as he watched you pack the boxes of things you were taking with you.

“When’s my birthday?” You asked like he should have known that answer off the top of his head, because he should have and he did.

“Novem—oh fuck Y/n no hold on a minute.” Jake couldn’t find the words he wanted to say at that moment, how could he forget your birthday? He missed it entirely and you said not a single thing about it.

“My stocking was the only one empty at Christmas, not a single present under the tree was mine, you know why that is? It’s because for four years I’ve brought my own damn presents and gotten my own fucking birthdays cake, you don’t give a shit about fixing a goddamn fosset so I can focus on work let alone the little things.” You hissed before you tried to calm yourself down and get back to packing. Jake just stood there speechless looking like he hadn’t slept a wink in days. He hadn’t, not since you told him you were done and that you needed a break.

“I can fix this, please.” Jake was begging you to stay, he didn’t want to lose the one person who meant more to him than life itself. “Just don’t leave me.”

“There isn’t enough room for me in your life Jake, and instead of being selfish and trying to change you I’d rather let you go to be yourself. People change.” You shrugged. Staying now would have killed you, Jake felt you slipping through his fingers in real time as he watched you wrap up the mugs you were taking in old newspaper. “I sure never thought the man I married would change into someone I don’t even know.”

***~***~***~**~***~

Jake was at a loss for words when he stepped into your hospital room. The Christmas lights that shimmered around the room were a stark contrast to the plethora of machines that were scattered around your bedside.

“I thought since she’s sleeping the blinds should be shut.” Jake could just barely make out what your mother had told him as she rose to greet him with open arms. He couldn’t peel his eyes off you for even a second as the woman who had become his second mother took him in a warm loving embrace. “She’ll be out for a while sweetheart, they gave her a sedative to help her brain rest.”

“How long?” Jake asked as he held your mother tight.

“About ten—maybe twelve hours, she only just started the drip.”

“Oh—okay, yeah no that.” Jake tried to hold himself together but the damn was breaking. “That’s probably for the b-bet—oh god.” Jake Seresin had never felt his entire body crumbled into someone the way he felt his body crumble into your mothers arms.

“Oh my boy it’s alright, she’s alive, she’s gonna be okay.” Your mother tried her best to soothe Jake's cries but she knew it was coming from a place of love and undeniable sadness. “Here, sit down, I’ll go get you a coffee and something to eat.”

Jake took a seat next to your bedside and immediately reached out for your hand. He knew you were under and wouldn’t know he was there but he still brought your palm up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your hand.

“Oh Honey I’m so sorry this is happening to you.” He sobbed quietly as your mother stood behind him. “I’m so sorry I didn’t know.”

“She hasn’t told anyone but me Jake, not her friends or her brother.” It was hard to process the sight before him, the love of Jake's life surrounded by machines, hooked by cords and wires and monitors that told him although your eyes were closed you were in fact, alive. “I don’t think she wanted you to know because she’s just so scared despite how she might put on a brave face.”

“Or she thought I wouldn’t care.” Jake mumbled as he reached out to make sure your hair was resting behind your ear, part of your head had been shaved from surgery, but Jake never expected the hair he tried to move back behind your ear to fall out at his touch. “Oh my god—“

“She’s been on oral chemotherapy since her biopsy came back cancerous, she needed you to take the kids so she could start more aggressive IV chemo.”

“Her hair’s already falling out?” Jake had never felt this way before, so rendered powerless. He’d taken a life before and saved many, but watching you right now was the most powerless he’d ever felt. Jake caught the sight of your phone flashing with a new message with a name he didn't recognise. There was no time to ask you about the message he saw, but jake knew maybe, just maybe, you had lied when you told him there was no other guy.

Jensen: “Oh shit, I'll swing by once I'm out of the woods.”

“Aggressive cancer needs aggressive treatment sweetheart.” Your mother leaned in to kiss the top of Jake's head. “I’ll be back, coffee and a sandwich will do you good.”

“Thanks Maz.” Jake sighed as he kept your hand up near his mouth as he leaned his elbows on the side of your bed. “Oh Honey, Honey, Honey—what have we become?”

***~***~***~***~***~***

Your honeymoon was the most beautiful trip you’d ever gone on. Jake Seresin was very much a summer man. He loved when the sun was shining and the water was cool and the beers were as refreshing as they ever could be.

The resort in Bali that the two of you were staying at for the entire two weeks was nothing but picturesque with stunningly gorgeous gardens and extraordinary architecture. The pool you were sitting on the edge of was just one of the many pools that you and Jake had yet to visit. He stood on the ledge of the rock waterfall and smiled ear to ear.

“I’m not resuscitating you when you slip and hit your head!” You called out through a beaming smile.

“Reckon I could clear a backflip?” Jake asked childishly as he climbed to the very top. His abs looked far too perfect to be real as he stood tall and flexed just for you, his wife.

“Jake Seresin, don't you dare!” You warned as you looked over your sunglasses at your childish husband. He was everything any more, how you got so lucky you'd never understand. The two of you had decided on a small elopement style wedding that saw only a handful of your closest family members in attendance. The both of you saw no need for over the top extremities and thoughts of dollars spent on a single night. You thought why not use the money on a holiday getaway, your dream honeymoon. After Rodney had gone on his happiness never ends tangent, Jake wished the two of you had just gone down to town hall.

“Live a little Mrs Seresin!” Jake shouted as he took the leap of faith and backflipped off the very top of the man made rock waterfall that cascaded down into the crystal clear pool. The two of you were the only guests in sight which you were so thankful for when Jake came belly flopping down into the water with a crisp slap.

“Oh!” You cringed hard as your husband hit the water. “That's gotta hurt the ego buddy.” You giggled as you watched Jake swim under the water closer to the edge where you sat just relaxing in the smallest bikini known to mankind. “Jake?” You asked as he crept closer and closer under the water. Your eyes never left his swimming silhouette until he was jumping up right in front of you to rest his elbows on the edge of the pool right in front of you.

“My execution was a little off.” He grinned as you leaned in to give him a kiss. Unbeknownst to you though as your lips pressed against your husbands, his hands snakes around your waist to quickly drag you into the water where Jake needed you to be. With him, forever.

“JAKE!” You shouted as you fell into the pool. Jake couldn't contain his laughter. Thank god he remembered you knew how to swim.

“Yes Honey?” He cooed as you resurfaced with a gasp.

“You’re a child!”

“Uh no–I'm not.” Jake made sure to correct you as he pulled you closer under the water. His hand explored your ass as he wrapped your legs around his waist and held you up against him. You could feel his hard on pressing against your core, it wouldn't take much at all for him to slip out of his trunks and into you if he wanted to.

“But if you want I can show you how they're made?”

***~***~***~***~***~***~

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shemaycry · 3 months

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❛Can you focus on me?❜ ⸺ Geto Suguru

【⠀♱⠀】 SYNOPSIS. given you endless stressing, suguru just wants to take your mind off of anatomy just for a little while..

【⠀♱⠀】 AUTHOR’S NOTE. short & sweet thing i randomly came up with after completely anatomy assignments <3. as usual please excuse any typos & grammar mistakes.

The screen was a blinding white, the naked body of a typical white man drawn upon it; little white boxes hanging off and labeling each body part. A few were filled in, whilst others remained blank. You’ve been stuck studying this for about an hour— worrying over body parts, functions, and much more.

Despite how challenging this current task was, you loved anatomy. A body part wasn’t always as simple as an arm or leg, this class helping you see deeper then that. It was interesting; all the different names for a single limb.

However, it didn’t matter how much you enjoyed the class if you were currently stumped. Your notes simply weren’t helping like they should, and you refused to use the internet. There was no learning from that.

Continuously you would slide back from the desk you were seated infront of, using a finger to point out the body parts you knew for certain. The accurate names escaped your lips in a soft mantra, eyebrows knitting close together whenever you stumbled or forgot a word. The frustration was growing, a telltale sign you should leave this assignment for now.

But, you were stubborn. And very intuitive; if you stepped away now, there was a chance you wouldn’t come back to the assignment.

A sigh of escaped your lips, catching the attention of the man currently laying amongst your sheets. His hair was loose from his usual lazy ponytail, and eyes focused upon the tiny book resting within his hand. Though, the gaze did. switch over to you in a second.

“You should step away for a moment, [Name].” Geto spoke. Your studying antics weren’t a surprise nor out of the norm; your mind simply believed cramming it in a single session was the most affective method. While he couldn’t exactly agree, you were a great student so the man couldn’t totally find fault. Still, hearing your unhappy sighs whenever you didn’t understand material was enough for him.

At his words your head lifted, turning your swivel chair to glance at his direction. That was tempting, both the suggestion and him; laying across your sheets in nothing more then sweatpants with the waistband of his boxers poking out. But, you refused— head shaking to effectively rid any second guessing out of your mind. “If I do that, I’ll never get done.”

The corner of his lip rose in a small smile, hand falling to allow his paperback to rest on his lap. “Maybe.. but you’re burning yourself out.” A worried tone hugged his words, eyes dipping across your form. Again, it was common for Suguru to urge you to take a minute. Just a single minute away from the stressful task.

And most times, you refused.

“I’m almost done anyway, Sugu. I promise.” You weren't completely lying. The diagram you were currently labeling was the second to last question, which made this so much more aggravating. You were right there, you simply needed the final push.

Suguru stared at your back for a moment, unmoving and searching for the solution to your stubbornness. Most times he could never find one, given it’s a trait that has seeped into odd aspects of your life— and relationship. He found it endearing at times, cute at others. But downright irritating at most. Especially when your stubbornness came at your own expense.

A soft breath escaped from his lips, pushing his forgotten book to the side before swinging his legs over the bed. With a single rise, and two long strides around the furniture he was approaching you; coming right at your side.

Noticing him, your hand quickly moved to grip the top of your laptop. Suguru was notorious for grabbing it off your desk or even closing it after assuring your work was saved. Such antics you were used to, and couldn't afford to happen.

But, it seemed his focus was elsewhere completely. Suguru’s hands rose and found your armrests, gripping them tightly. He switched your chair away from the desk, hovering above you. “Take a break.” His sweet voice urged again, lowering to allow your foreheads to brush against one another.

You glanced up at your lover, feeling your eyes flutter the moment his lips ghosted your warm skin. You always wondered if Suguru practiced magic in his past time, given how easily you could fall under his spell. His touches, gaze, and cool breath rolling against your skin. You were leaning into the man as his lips lowered to the side of your neck, nibbling against the skin gently.

Tempting.. tempting, it all was. You nearly shot up from the chair in desperation. But, your work came first. A steadfast commitment you had to keep.

Your hands rose against his chest, gently pushing him away from your neck. “Suguru..” You murmured softly, fighting yourself on this decision.

He was sighing even softer at his point, hands sliding from the chair and down to your thighs; uncovered given the nightshirt you wore. “You’re gonna burn out,” Suguru spoke, lowering before you until his knees hit the floor. Your eyes widened as they followed his movements, lips parting as his grip on your thighs tightened.

“— get upset, tired, and become unable to focus on anything.” His words were true, quick observations and results he’s took in since the beginning of your relationship. Suguru’s hands lifted your thighs, pushing you back in your chair until it bumped against the wall. With this leverage he was raising you even higher until your covered cunt was flashing him, the thin fabric of your pajamas pushed up to your waist.

“Suguru, yo—“ The words were caught in your throat the moment his lips traced the inside of your leg, a shiver running through your body all the way down to your toes. You felt him laying your legs on his broad shoulders, leaving you wide to accommodate his large size.

Suguru’s fingers then rose, delicately gliding across your panties before pulling them to the side— allowing them to stay caught on the junction between your thigh. He got closer, pressing his lips against your mound gently and squeezing you close the moment you twitched.

“Just a small break, love. I want you to step back and simply focus on me.” Suguru spoke right against you, lips traveling to your slit before you could even reply. A hand slithered between the two of you, thick fingers separating your wetting folds. Eagerly, your lover’s tongue escaped his mouth to lick a bold stripe along it; the flat of it catching your swelling bud.

You gasped at the feeling, leaning back into the chair and melting within moments. Here you were again, succumbing so easily to his spell— this pleasure. His tongue had only just started gliding across you and you were already keening; thighs twitching with each swipe across your hardening clit. Every pass you were getting wetter and wetter, arousal growing in large waves.

Your breathing was getting heavier, head lighter, and your mind emptier as Suguru continued. What’s more, the moment his lips wrapped around your clit— your thighs were squeezing his head, his name falling from your lips in a heavy cry. He moaned against you, soft mmms vibrating against your pussy as he devoured you entirely.

Releasing your clit, his tongue went flat against you; circling your heat. A mixture of the man’s saliva and your arousal dribbled down from between your thighs and to your taint, surely staining the leather seat under you. Your stomach was clenching, hands abandoning your shirt to instead curl your fingers through his hair.

Little tears were forming in your eyes, slamming them shut as the pleasure consumed your body. You were shaking, a bubbling storm ready to burst within minutes. It felt as if Suguru had only just started to toy with you, and yet you were so close already.

“Fu—fuck, fuck..hm—!” You gasped out, fingers tightening on his hair, pushing your pussy right into his face. This alone caused his hands to fall under your ass, assisting you in rising your hips even higher.

Suguru always loved this part of it all; the desperation. There were times you were so shy and reserved whenever his mouth was on you— as if scared to express yourself. But that’s exactly what he wanted, for you let go. Every twitch, moan, gasp, and more; Suguru would stay here for hours until he got every single one.

A prize that wasn’t only for you.

His hand slipped between your thighs again, pushing two thick’s fingers inside your wet entrance. Not even a second passed and he was curling them, pushing against the spongy spot within you just to feel you shake even more.

“Suguu.. fuck—!”

A breathy chuckle fanned right against you, his messy lips rising into a sweet smile. “Oh, look at that.. making such a mess for me.” Suguru breathed right into your pussy, fingers plunging in and out of you at the perfect angle.

Your hips were rising to meet the thrusts, clit throbbing as your hands trembled. Cries of pleasure escaped your lips freely, pornographic sounds that had his cock straining against his sweats.

“Not a single thought in that pretty little head, huh?” Suguru’s eyes dipped across your form, lidded and filled with lust. It was no secret he was proud of himself at the moment, fully stealing your attention away from the silly assignment. The smirk on his face even deepened the moment he noticed your computer screen had gone black.

“That’s it sweet girl, release it all for me. Let it out..”

His thumb rose to rub tight circles upon your bud, coaxing you with a come hither movement within your wet entrance. Your walls pulsed around the digits, thighs closing around his arm as the pleasure began to peak. Suguru’s eyes were focused completely on you, savoring the woman before him that twitched so uncontrollably.

Your head knocked back against chair, crying out as the pleasure surged through you— releasing all over his fingers. Which didn’t stop, continuing to fuck into you until harsh, overstimulated whines were escaping you.

“Fu—fuck, Suguru— I get it, I..” You cried out as little tears lol spilled from your eyes, trickling down your hot cheeks. Despite your protests and trembles his movements never stopped, continuing to curl his fingers to allow his finger pads to grind against that special spot

“Mm.. don’t think you do. Anatomy still on your mind, sweetheart— huh?” He was torturing you now, fingerfucking you with no concern for your well-being. Despite your weak cries and trembles, he fully expected a reply; shown in Suguru’s raised eyebrow and rising to be face to face.

“It is, isn’t it?”

You quickly shook your head, arousal pooling with each thrust; making a sticky mess between your thighs and the chair. Your walls were clenching around his fingers harshly, chest raising and lowering at such an intense pace it was nearly concerning. The burning yet pleasurable sensation of your orgasm was licking at the pit of your stomach, threatening to explode at any second.

Suguru leaned down, using his free hand to grab your throat and move you closer to him. His thumb rose to press against your cheek, planting his lips against your own in a deep kiss. He swallowed the sweet mantra of his name you bellowed, feeling your thighs shake before your hips rose for the last time.

Your release was dripping by now, coating his fingers. Unlike before Suguru withdrew his digits, allowing you to finally breathe.

The kiss broke apart shortly after, a single string of saliva connecting your lips. You leaned into the man, panting softly as you felt his hands fall to your hips.

“When’s your assignment due, love?”

“Tomorrow night.”

Suguru chuckled softly to himself, rising you up from the chair and moving towards the bed.

“You can pick it back up tomorrow morning.”

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gyu-effect · 8 months

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SEVENTEEN AS TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS

[♡] seungcheol as blank space. “hi.” you said a little breathlessly, as you waved at the well dressed man in front of you. he turned to look at you and immediately raised an eyebrow, looking amused that you had approached him. but that didn’t deter you from continuing your introduction. “hi, i’m-” you began but he cut you off. “l/n y/n. yes, of course i know you.” even though it shouldn’t have been shocking that he knew you, you could still feel heat creeping up your cheeks. “uh, thank you? i mean- i mean even i know you!” you immediately cringed at your words, wishing the ground would just swallow you up but the man opposite to you seemed unfazed by it. if anything, he took a step closer to you, as though interested in seeing where this conversation was going to go. “oh, is that so?” choi seungcheol asked, his voice dropping a little and causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. just how bad was your crush on this man? “i bet your daddy told you a lot of things about me, didn’t he?” you opened your mouth to argue that even though it was a known fact your father and his never got along as friends, your father never looked down on the choi family as business partners. though he did tell me to stay away from you at this party. seungcheol cut you off before you could explain yourself saying, “didn’t your father ask you to not speak to me?” this statement caught you off guard, as you hadn’t expected seungcheol to guess this much. “uh yeah,” you began sheepishly, determined to not let your father’s reputation affect this golden opportunity. “but you know, i’m allowed to make my own decisions. besides, i don’t allow my father’s choices to determine my enemies and friends.” seungcheol cocked his head a little and for a second you were worried that you had said something stupid, but then he just burst out laughing, the sound resonating through your ears like music. “of course, of course. you shouldn’t let others actions affect you.” he said, his eyes twinkling with an amusement that caused a shiver to run down your spine. then, he took another step closer to you, until you could almost feel his breath on your cheeks before saying, “still, isn’t it dangerous for you to talk to me like this? especially when you are looking this pretty and can get any man you want?” you rolled your eyes at his statement in an attempt to cover up the squeal that was about to erupt from you. pretty? pretty? choi seungcheol called me pretty? “i’m pretty sure i know what i want.” you said and for the first time in the evening seungcheol smiled at you warmly, all the flirtiness gone from his mannerism. somehow, that made you fall even more for him. “want to see the stars from the balcony with me, then?”

[♡] jeonghan as champagne problems. the rain pelted against the window of the speeding train as jeonghan stared out of the window aimlessly, feeling his heart grow heavier and heavier as the train rode on deeper into the night. what had gone wrong? how could everything go so wrong when he had just told you yesterday that he was the happiest man alive? he was sure, he had been so sure that you too loved him like he loved you. and- and all his friends had reassured him that you looked at no one else except him like that way, like he was the only star in the night sky. he stared back at his reflection on the window. did he always look this sad and tired? he wanted to cry; he wanted to scream and pull out his hair as the sadness ate him up from inside. “is this seat taken?” he turned to the person standing in front of the cabin door, nodding numbly as he crumbled the ticket for two in his hand. he had planned so much for you. so much. he had thought of asking you out with this ring which was now sitting heavily in his breast pocket, taking you back to his summer home that you always wanted to see tonight, and just so much, so much more. he remembered the look of horror you had on your face when he finally confessed that he loved you when the two of you dancing, the way your smile fell when you realised he wasn’t joking or didn’t mean it platonically- jeonghan clutched his hair in anger, pulling it in hopes that the searing pain would be lesser than the one in his heart. how could he? how could he do that to you? he had overstepped the boundary of friendship, thought that you loved him differently like he did and now you were completely out of his grasp. his foolish actions had costed him his friendship and now he had lost his best friend too. would he be able to face you again? the very thought of losing you even as a friend scared him. why was he such an idiot? would you be able to face him again? and what was he supposed to say to his friends? he could already imagine seungcheol and joshua saying that he would find someone else; someone who could actually love him and that he just give you some space to mend back the friendship. but no one could replace you. he could never love anyone the way he loved you; jeonghan was sure about that. “heartbreak?” the man asked and jeonghan glanced at him, hoping he wouldn’t have to talk much because he wasn’t in the mood at all. “don’t worry,” the man continued, completely unfazed by jeonghan’s attitude. “it will go away slowly. everything does.” he found himself nodding to the man’s words, trying to flood his mind with all the beautiful memories he had with you. “i hope so.” he muttered, finally feeling the tears fall.

[♡] joshua as paper rings. “shua.” you whispered, gently prodding your sleeping boyfriend’s cheeks. all you got was a grunt from him as he tightened his grip around you to pull you impossibly closer to him than you already were. “shua. my love. baby. sweetheart.” apparently fourth time was the charm because joshua finally opened one eye, looking at you lazily as though asking you to go on. “baby,” you began excitedly (as if it wasn’t three in the morning) “do you remember the time we went on a date but it started raining and we parked the car so far that we had to run all the way back?” you could tell that he was still sleepy from the way he smiled at you slowly, gently rubbing your back as though trying to lull you back to sleep. “of course, love. how could i forget. we were drenched from head to toe. on top of that we couldn’t find our car and even though jeonghan’s was right in front of us, he refused to give us a ride because of how wet we were. said something about ruining his car seats.” you whined at the memory and joshua finally opened his eyes fully to look at you, his hands moving up to now cup your cheeks. “i was so tired that day. and wet. and cold.” joshua leaned in and kissed you softly, moving his lips slowly against yours. “yeah.” he muttered, lips brushing against yours. “my poor baby was so tired and i was so worried that you would catch a cold.” you giggled as you remembered how much joshua had babied you following that incident. “i was totally saved because of the amount of times you had doused me in water because of your ‘sunday morning’ obsession.” “oh hush.” he whispered playfully, booping his nose against yours. “you love it when i baby you.” you laughed lightly, nodding at his words. “i do. you are so lucky i love it when you are babying me, hong joshua.” he shook his head, pulling you into a hug and you buried your head into the crook of his neck. “nuh uh. you love me regardless of whether or not i baby you.” you fisted his shirt in your hand, wrapping your arm tightly around his torso. “yeah. i love you so so much. i love you beyond anything in this world.” joshua gently kissed the top of your head and you could finally feel the exhaustion of staying up so late wash over you. you thought of all the fun activities you had done with him, and felt a familiar warmth bloom in your chest. “babe.” he said suddenly, mischief shining in his eyes. “remember the time you looked like a ghost?” now it was your time to groan. “you smashed my face on the cake, shua. what do you mean by i looked like a ghost?”

[♡] junhui as gold rush. his eyes casually flicked to yours and you immediately looked down, your hand gripping the brush tightly to prevent the flush from creeping up your cheeks. you could hear all the girls beside you giggling and whispering about the model; after all he was just too handsome, the perfect person to be painted on a canvas. slowly, you looked up again but wen junhui was still looking at you, this time with a smirk on his face. you hated the way he always casually sat in front of your class like it was the students’ fault he was here. you hated the way he would have his head on his hand, elbow on the desk as he posed. you hated the way his soft hair fell on his beautiful face, giving you the urge to brush it out of his eyes. you hated the way his god-crafted lips parted into a smirk everytime he caught you staring for a bit too long. and you hated the way he made you feel. this time was no different as you looked back at your canvas hastily, feeling your stomach turn as your heart skipped a beat. what was so great about him anyways? he was just a model because of his great looks. if you went around catching feelings for all the models you painted, then god forbid if your father would still send you to these special girls only art classes. you faintly heard the bell toll and even before the teacher could tell it was time to go, all the girls were scrambling to pack their brushes and paint. you too got up almost immediately, not wanting to be left alone with junhui but as you struggled to undo the bow of your apron, your elbow hit the easel, dropping the canvas and your paints. you let out a cry and hurried to get them back, but just before you could grab the one which had rolled off far, you found junhui’s outstretched hand towards you, holding the paint. “here you go.” you heard his deep voice as he smiled at you, causing your heart to stutter once more. “th-thanks.” you stammered, snatching the paint and putting it back. “need help with the apron?” he asked softly and you shook your head furiously, adamant to get out of this room as soon as you could. “no, thank you. i can do it myself-” “and knock over the canvas again?” you glared at him and he just smirked back at you, the cockly self back again. “i- well, okay i guess.” he got up on his feet in a second and gave you a hand, which you gladly took. but you hadn’t expected him to be this strong when he pulled you up, gently turning you so that your back faced him. “by the way, you draw amazing.” he hummed, removing the knot from your back. “um, thank you.” you muttered as the apron came out, turning to face him one last time. the two of you stared at each other for a while, not sure of what to say. the sunlight that had slipped in through the stone window gave him a soft ethereal glow, something which you knew even a painting couldn’t capture, making him look almost like a god. “so, um,” junhui began nervously, all of a sudden avoiding your eyes. “would you like to go and see the gardens with me?”

[♡] soonyoung as gorgeous. you watched as he held your gaze for a while, before slowly walking towards your seat with a smirk. suddenly you felt heat creep up your cheeks and you looked away, despite staring at the said man dancing on the dance floor for the past hour. “hey.” he said, sliding onto the seat beside you, quickly ordering a drink for himself. taking in a deep breath (which was a mistake because you ended up inhaling his cologne instead) you turned to face him with a smile before saying, “hi. i was watching you dance.” “i noticed.” he said with a wink, before taking a sip of his drink. even though he was the one who was sweating, you were definitely the one who was feeling hotter. of course he had noticed! that’s why he approached you in the first place! “you feeling hot?” the man beside you asked, snapping you out of your embarrassing thoughts. “huh? oh yeah. but you know, who doesn’t feel hot in a club, right?” you laughed awkwardly at your joke, your only relief being the man’s smile widening. “yeah. especially when you are sitting next to a hot girl, right?” he asked. you stared at him for a second before shaking your head, biting your lips hard to prevent a smile from forming. “smooth. very, very smooth. you don’t even know my name and yet you are already hitting on me?” you asked and he just tilted his head at you, as though studying you. why did he have to look so hot doing such a humane action? “well you don’t know my name either and yet you were staring at me the entire time.” you rolled your eyes, admitting defeat. “oh well, that’s because you dance really, really well. and uh, i was seeing you before with your friends. you seemed to be a very fun person.” he jutted out his lips in a pout and you found yourself internally screaming. wow so he was cute and hot? “you sure you were checking me out? and not one of my friends?” this time, you spluttered on your drink. “wh- what? no, of course not-” he laughed, shaking his head. “don’t worry, i'm just pulling your leg. though if you are interested, i could introduce you to my friends. they are really hot too. even though i’ll be sad to let you go.” you immediately shook your head. “no no no! i, uh, i’m only interested in getting to know you.” his smile widened, and despite how sexy he had looked before, he looked really sweet now. “good because even i want to know only you. i’m kwon soonyoung by the way.”

[♡] wonwoo as wildest dreams. a sigh escaped your lips as you stared at the setting sun on the horizon, wonwoo’s hand brushing against yours like a ghost. the highway was completely empty except for the two of you, the deafening silence a reminder of how you actually felt right now, despite being with the person you loved the most. “what’s wrong?” his deep voice resonated, shaking you from your thoughts. you looked up at him as he smiled at you warmly, his glasses catching the sunlight which was now beating down on both of you. “nothing. nothing, actually.” you said looking away, unable to meet his eyes anymore. you could feel your heart weighing down with each passing second, and you couldn’t get yourself to tell him your burden and ruin the little romantic getaway he had prepared for the both of you. “if it makes you this upset,” wonwoo hummed, cupping your face and turning you towards him, “it’s not nothing, okay?” you nodded, letting out another sigh. “it’s just that- it’s just that you are going to leave- leave me-” your voice caught, as you fought back the tears threatening to form. wonwoo frowned at your statement, before pulling you into a hug. “leave you? i’m not leaving you, love. you know i have to leave the country; this opportunity is too important for me to miss.”. “i know, i know.” you muttered, burying your face into his chest. “it’s just that- our relationship is already a secret and it was already so hard to meet up and now that you are going to go away, it’s going to become worse.” wonwoo rubbed circles on your back slowly, trying to calm you down. but it wasn’t really working, not when you knew that there were high chances of your relationship disappearing into nothingness. as if the two of you didn’t even exist together in the first place. “and no one will know.” you sobbed, the tears falling freely now. “and no one will know what happened between us. no one will know why we are sad or how we ended up like this. no one will even know how much we loved each other. “ at this wonwoo just laughed lightly, causing you to look up at him and give him a glare. “okay, okay sorry baby.” he said, kissing your forehead. “but i can never, ever forget about you. you’ll always be seared in my brain, in my memories and in my each and every breath. you are a part of me and i cannot even think of not loving you. okay, my love? i’ll always love you. and if you stop loving me, i’ll always keep loving the memory of you.

[♡] jihoon as delicate. the cold air ripped through his hair as he clung on to your waist in order to not fall off from the bike. you let out a whoop as you sped down the street, the sound coming out much louder in the quiet night than jihoon would have expected but nonetheless he felt a smile push through his cheeks. you were right; this was what he needed instead of being cooped up for more hours in his studio, looking for inspirations in his blank brain. speeding through the night as the two of you laughed, all the heaviness and pressure he had been feeling slowly lifted off his shoulders and he felt a slight giddiness flow through his veins now. finally, you came to a halt, parking your bike on the bridge over the han river. you hopped off the bike and jihoon followed suit, copying your actions to lean against the railings. you smiled at him and he felt a small chuckle escape him at your action. despite dating for so long, he still felt his skin tingle with electricity when your elbow brushed against his. “isn’t this great?” you hummed, looking at the horizon as you sighed contently. jihoon’s brain, which a few minutes ago was a complete mush from being stuck in the same room for hours now seemed to be running at a thousand miles per hour. you looked so pretty, so pretty, despite wearing just casuals, staring dreamily at the city lights blinking in the distance. the dark water gently lapped below the two of you and when he didn’t respond, you turned to look at him. you had always been kind and patient with him, he who always had had some difficulty expressing himself and yet you always understood him perfectly. even now you seemed to understand what he was trying to say, looking at him like he was the most precious person in the world. “yeah.” jihoon said after a while. “yeah, this is great. i wish i could take you out on a proper date though.” you laughed, your laughter which was like music to his ears, before saying, “oh well, i had brought you here to help you get some inspiration but consider this as a date then.” slowly, he slid a hand down your arm until it grasped your hand, before pulling you into a kiss. the night was still cold, and his thin shirt and shorts barely gave him any warmth. but somehow, your lips on his caused warmth to bloom in his heart, slowly spreading to his entire body. “i love you so much.” he murmured against your lips before wrapping his other arm around your waist to pull you in closer.

[♡] seokmin as love story. you could feel your nails digging into the stone wall, as you anxiously watched the gates of the building neighbouring to yours. the warm sunlight bathed your skin in heat, and you were sure it was picture worthy but you couldn’t care less even if you were on a vacation in the alps right now. “ma’am, we should go back-” began the maid beside you before you shushed her with an angry glare. couldn’t they understand the situation? couldn't they see how terrified you were? your heart was beating loudly against your ear as you held your breath tightly when the huge oak doors of your father’s residence swung open. out stepped lee seokmin, eyes scanning the ground anxiously as though looking for something. then his eyes flicked up and met yours, and you felt a sudden happiness course through your veins as he smiled back at you gently. letting out a small scream of delight, you turned and ran down the stairs, clutching your gown so as to not trip and ruin the moment. but would it really matter? especially now, knowing that nothing, nothing mattered to you except for the fact that your father had said yes to seokmin’s proposal? “seokmin!” you said as you flung into his open arms, nearly knocking him off his footing and he stumbled back a little but quickly regained his balance, engulfing you like you were his life line. “my love,” he muttered softly into your hair, almost causing your knees to give away. “he said yes. your father said yes.” you looked up at him and smiled, his warm eyes holding all the love he had for you in this world and you nearly felt dizzy from it, and finally the setting sun was a beauty you could acknowledge. thinking back of all the hardships you both had to go through because you loved each other pulled a painful string in your heart, and you felt tears sting your eyes. seokmin frowned worriedly, immediately cupping your face to brush away the tears with his thumb. “what’s wrong, my love?” he muttered, and you shook your head smilingly. “n-nothing.” you choked, a laughter bubbling as you thought of just how much you loved him, that you were even willing to give up the comforts of the palace for him. “i just- it’s just that- god, i love you so much.” the corners of his lips curled up in response, before he enveloped your lips in his, devouring them like this was your last kiss. you too clung on to his back, nails digging into his shoulder blades as you kissed him back in the same fiery passion. “i love you too,” he murmured against your lips. “i love you too so, so much.”

[♡] mingyu as i knew you were trouble. “should we be doing this?” you whispered against his lip, feeling this weird sense of foreboding in your gut as you leaned in to kiss him. kim mingyu just smirked back at you, as though asking you to reply to your own question. when you didn’t respond, he just cocked his head and said, “we don't have to do it if you don’t want to, princess.” you stared at him for a second, your mind in a whirl. there he went again. always throwing you into confusion of what you thought you wanted and what you actually wanted. because you knew mingyu was bad for you; he was someone you had never ever thought you would associate yourself with. and yet here you were, in the arms of the very man you were very sure you shouldn’t be with. but you could never stop yourself. could never stop yourself from chasing him, loving him, touching him, kissing him- you stopped all your thoughts by pressing your lips against his, and mingyu responded back to your action by wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in impossibly closer. his lips moved against yours and all thoughts were truly lost as the only sound you could now hear was the thumping of your own heart in your ear. you loved him so much. you loved the way he made you feel, you loved the way he made you feel special, loved the way he always worshipped you. then why was it that when you weren’t with him, you regretted your actions? then why was it that each time the two of you secretly planned to meet up, you would promise yourself that you would use this opportunity to break up with him even though you always ended up losing your resolve whenever he smiled at you so cutely? was it because he was the man your father had warned you against? was it because of the fact he somehow knew everything about you but you knew so little of him? you felt one of mingyu’s hands slowly trace your back, rising higher and higher until it was cupping your cheek. he then tilted your head ever so slightly, giving him a better access to your mouth and you sighed contentedly. “i love you, princess.” he groaned as kissed the corner of your lips, before moving them southwards towards your jaws. “i-” your eyes fluttered close as he pressed a kiss under your ear, teeth grazing the soft skin as he soothed down the area with his tongue. “i-” you began again, but this time for some reason you couldn’t continue your statement. i love you. i love you! how hard was it to tell that? you loved him; you loved kim mingyu so why couldn’t you tell him that? why could you feel bile rising up your throat, ripping you off your voice to say those simple words? by now mingyu had caught on with your hesitation and he withdrew a little, looking at you concerningly. immediately you felt bad but he just shook his head, saying, “i don’t think you are well princess. should we catch up another time?” you wanted to scream no! but all you could do was look down at your feet, unable to meet his eyes. you felt him brush past you as he walked out of the room. “we’ll meet again, princess.” he said, before disappearing into the shadows of your hallways. but you let out a sigh, knowing that the again, was going to be much, much later.

[♡] minghao as willow. “slow down! slow down!” you yelled, but minghao just laughed, still pulling you as the two of you ran through the tiny cobblestone road. the garden beside you was a blur, partly because your lover wasn’t letting you stop and admire anything, not even your favourite english roses on the arches above you and because you were laughing too much because of the sudden enthusiasm he was showing. “where are we going, hao?” you asked once again but he just looked at you and smiled sweetly, nearly causing you to stumble as your heart stuttered a little. “just follow me, my love. okay?” he said, and you found yourself nodding, as though in a trance. a small part of you was worried that you would get lost; the garden was so huge and it had been only a week since you and minghao had discovered it. still, you trusted him that he knew his way because he seemed to be moving deeper into the garden confidently. lost in your thoughts, you didn’t see that minghao had stopped until you crashed into him, him immediately caging you in his embrace so that you didn’t fall. you felt your cheeks flush as you looked up at him slightly embarrassed. “sorry.” you muttered but he just smiled fondly at you, gently brushing his nose against yours. “it’s okay, i should have warned you when i was pulling you so hard.” you smiled back at him, and he buried his face into the crook of your neck. “i wanted to show you something.” he muttered and you hummed, asking him to go on. “yesterday i was trying to search for some nice flowers for you and i stumbled upon this place.” he said, finally letting you go from his grasp and you turned towards the direction he was looking at. a small gasp escaped your lips as your eyes met the scenic beauty in front of you. there was a huge lake, its crystal blue waters reflecting the beautiful willow trees growing on its edges. it almost looked like waterfalls were cascading from every side but instead of water, green leaves were falling into it. you felt minghao’s hand brush against your back and you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in, causing minghao to chuckle. “this place,” you began, spinning to look at him, “is so pretty!” there was nothing more you loved in this world other than being able to enjoy such a beautiful place minghao, and this place felt like heaven right now. a gentle breeze blew against the two of you and you could feel the tranquillity of the moment settle in you as you leaned in to rest your head on minghao’s shoulder. “but,” minghao said, kissing the top of your head, “this place isn’t as pretty as you.”

[♡] seungkwan as back to december. you stared at him through the huge cafe window, wondering for the millionth time if this was the right thing to do. seungkwan seemed unaware of your presence as he scrolled through his phone, even though the window was just a little away from his table. suddenly his previously bored face lit up in a smile as a notification came up, him eagerly typing back something. you felt your heart clench painfully as you remembered the old memories, regret rising up your throat once again. maybe he found someone else better? maybe asking to meet up with him was a bad idea? taking in a deep breath to calm yourself down and ignore the intrusive thoughts, you pushed the door of the cafe and walked in until you reached his table. seungkwan looked up almost immediately, his smile dipping before it grew a little more, indicating that it was forced. “hi.” you said, sitting down on the chair opposite to him. “how are you? how are your sisters? how is your work? how-” all of a sudden he reached forward and grabbed your hand, catching you completely off guard and making you forget the entire greeting you had prepared and rehearsed for him. “y/n.” he said, this time with a softer and more genuine smile. “calm down, okay? take a deep breath in.” you found yourself automatically doing what he had just told, breathing in deeply as he slowly let go your hand. his eyes dropped down to your other hand and with a jolt you remembered the bouquet in your hand. “oh, this is for you!” you said, carefully handing him the flowers you had just bought. seungkwan’s face was unreadable as he took them from your hand, carefully studying them. “i bought lilies.” you said a bit nervously, not sure how he would receive it. “because-” “because it's our favourite flower.” he completed, looking up to meet your eyes. even though he tried to keep a blank and composed face, you could see the sadness and pain hiding in them; emotions that he shouldn’t have to deal with but here he was, heart completely shattered because of you. he cleared his throat and put aside the bouquet, saying, “so, you wanted to meet me?” your heart sank a little at how unfazed his statement had sounded. but it wasn’t his fault, was it? after all, you were the one who wanted to break up. you were the one who said you couldn't do this anymore and this relationship felt like a burden. you were the one who left him all alone, throwing away those lilies he had just bought for you. “seungkwan i- i- still love you.” you said, your voice a broken whisper. you saw him open his mouth but you raised a hand to continue, before looking down at your lap as the first tear fell. “i- i was a fool. i felt like i wasn’t free anymore. and i felt that those thoughts were like a burden to you. but when i left you, i released- i realised that not once had you complained about me being a burden and that i- and that i still- i still loved you. i missed you every single day and i still miss you and i’m just so so sorry for everything. for breaking your heart, for pushing you away when all you did was love me-” you felt a hand cover your mouth and you looked up, only to find seungkwan’s face inches away from yours. his eyes were watery and he slowly removed his hand from your mouth, before taking your hand in his. “don’t-” he began shakily. “don’t. okay? you were never a burden to me. and you never will be. and i- and i too still love you. never could forget about you, ever.” you exhaled slowly at his words, feeling a huge weight lift off your chest. “then- then can we start again? even just as friends?” you asked and he smiled at you softly. “you didn’t need to ask again, love.”

[♡] vernon cruel summer. you let out another scream of joy as the wind whipped through your hair, arms outstretched as you tried to feel the summer breeze on your fingertips. vernon glanced at you quietly, a smile on his face as he turned his eye back on the road, even though it was surprisingly empty. the two of you had decided to spend the last week of summer at your ‘secret getaway beach’, and while vernon knew the beach wasn’t any secret place, he was even more shocked to see the empty seaside as he parked the car near it, devoid of any tourists. “hey babe?” he asked, as you practically jumped out of the car. “don’t tell me you rented out the entire beach or something like that.” you turned to him and batted your eyelashes, saying, “who? me? of course not, i would never do something like that for you.” vernon let out a laugh at this, shaking his head as he tried to make a serious face at you. “no, seriously. did you?” by now the two of you were standing together behind the trunk of the car as he opened it, and you rolled your eyes at him as you picked up one of the small suitcases. “of course not, nonie. i’m so broke i had to ask you for a ride here. how can i afford to rent a beach? is that even possible?” he shrugged, picking up the other one and closing the door shut. then, he took your outstretched hand and walked with you towards the edge of the lapping waters. “i don’t know.” he muttered, staring at the setting sun in the horizon, which had painted the waters orangish pink. “that definitely sounds like something you would do.” you laughed at his statement, before dropping the luggage in your hand and turning to give him another mischievous smile. vernon had a millisecond to realise what you were up to but before he could react, he found himself being pulled into the sea, a wave crashing into his body as salt water flooded him in every direction. he could still hear your shrieks and laughter, you grip on his hand tightening so that you didn’t lose him and he felt his heart squeeze at your actions. “hey!” he said as he came up to the surface, sputtering as he laughed. “you could have killed me!” you gave him a playful shove, giggling at his statement. since when did you look this pretty under the orange lights of the sun? “yeah sure. i was holding you very, very tightly. i wouldn’t let my god tier boyfriend be swept away just like that.” you said with a wink, causing him to roll his eyes. “the sea’s stronger than you.” he said, as a matter of fact and this time, you rolled your eyes. he gently laughed, before pulling your body towards him to wrap you in a hug. “only you would be crazy enough to think that you are stronger than the sea.” he felt you laugh as he gently rested his chin on your head, enjoying the moment before him.

[♡] chan as all of the girls you’ve loved before. your hands brushed over his head, gently rubbing the soft strands of his hair in your fingers. chan looked up at you with a smile. eyes shining almost as brightly as the stars overhead. “what’s it, love?” he asked, lifting his hand to take yours which was resting on your windowsill. when chan had rapped on your window and asked if you wanted to go stargazing with him, you thought he had meant that the two of you would sneak out and then make it back in before your parents could notice. you didn’t realise he meant stargazing from your window, with him sitting in the roof below your window while you sat against the window sill. in that way, according to your loving boyfriend, if your parents came in he would just run for it and you could make an excuse of feeling hot or in case you didn’t like stargazing, you could always go back to sleep (you didn’t tell him that even if you didn’t like it, you would lie about it just to spend time with him). “nothing.” you hummed contentedly, causing his grin to widen, showing all his perfect teeth. your heart skipped a beat at just how beautiful and ethereal he looked under the moonlight, beaming at you like you were actually one of the stars. “just wondering how i am so lucky to have you as my boyfriend, considering your reputation as a…bad boy.” at this chan let out a laugh, pulling your heartstrings at the sound of it. you always loved his laughter, it being the first thing that made you fall for him and this time was no different; you could feel yourself falling for him for the millionth time. “is that my reputation in college?” he asked, eyes crinkling as he smiled back at you adoringly. you shrugged, before saying, “i don’t know. that’s what all the girls had warned me when they came to know i was dating you. and yes, i had heard those lingering rumours at the beginning. that lee chan was a total heartbreaker and had a huge list of girlfriends back in high school.” he laughed again, before gently pressing a kiss on the back of your hand. “oh well, i did have lots of girlfriends before but that was because i thought i liked them. but don’t worry, we always parted after a few dates so there's no way i could have broken their hearts.” you smiled at him softly in assurance, even though you knew the chan you were dating would never use someone's feelings. “well, at least you learnt a lot from those failed dates.” this time he let out a gasp, as though he was hurt by your statement. “are- are you saying that you wouldn’t have dated me back then? i would have loved you like this even back then!” you tapped your chin, pretending to think. “hmmm, depends. were you this cute back then?” “y/n! that’s so pretentious of you!” you laughed, leaning down to press a kiss on his temple. “i was just kidding, chan. i would love you at any point of time.”

A/N || this was the most most self indulgent thing ive ever written and yes i know some scenes are similar but i just went with the vibes the songs give me. this is also my longest headcanon (ik, it went completely out of hand) but i hope you guys enjoy it!

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No Sound Could Simulate The Presence Of A Man

some sweet pegging, some spooning, alex being a little too clingy

warnings: sub!alex, smut, pegging, mommy kink, pet names, piv, drool, cum play (i guess? a little)

word count: 4.4k

a/n: scroll to ★ to skip the pegging part

alex’s arms are wrapped tightly around you, clinging to you, to your hair, anything he could get his hands on. he is sitting in your lap as you are kissing, teeth clashing from how desperate he is, the feeling of your strap against his own cock from your position driving him crazy, he can’t wait to have it inside of him already.

“tell me again.”

“i was made for you.” he pants, his hot breath mixing with yours from the close proximity.

“for me to…what? come on, be a good boy.” you ask, grabbing him by the hair so you could see his face better.

“fuck.” he whispers, such a shy boy, could never get anything out of him.

“no, no, no.” you tut “say it properly.”

“i was made for you to fuck.” he says quietly, getting embarassed, but you know he gets off from it.

“is that right?” you push, exposing his neck by pulling back on his hair.

“yes m-mommy.” his words getting cut by a gasp as your lips attach themselves to his taut skin, your tongue soon poking at it, licking a stripe all the way from the bottom up to his ear, making his senses grow insane, goosebumps forming, which you can feel under your wet muscle that is teasing him.

you plant your hands on his chest, pushing him down until his back hits the soft mattress, his hair falling messily around his face, a small smile forming in anticipation.

“you ready, pup?”

“yeah.” he nods frantically. “just be gentle, please.”

“i will, princess.” you reassure him, leaning down to peck his lips softly. “and what are you gonna do?” you whisper against his mouth.

“enjoy mommy’s cock.” he says, his lips almost shivering from how you are grinding your hips slowly, the strap rubbing against his balls between his legs.

you slip your hand between your bodies to take a hold of the fake cock, lining it up with his hole, applying just the tiniest amount of pressure, making a quiet whimper escape from him underneath you.

“ugh, please, i need- oh fuck.” he breathes out once the tip slips inside of him, stretching his tight hole, making that sensitive muscle clench around the dildo.

it is the first time you are using this one, bigger than what he is used to. even though you made sure to stretch him open with your fingers first, it is still way bigger than anything he’s ever taken before.

“this okay?” you ask, your hips leaning forward, closer to him, making your way a little deeper inside, pushing the tip inside fully.

“i’m too small, momma.” he whines, squirming from how he felt like he was being broken apart.

“i’ll open you up slowly, sweetheart, you can take it.”

“i can’t, ‘s too big.” he cries.

“you can, i know you can, don’t you love it when you feel full?” he nods, still trying to get used to it while you keep your hips at a stall. “you’ll be fuller than ever, just think of how good that will feel, okay?”

“mhm…you can move now, i think, just go slow please.”

your hand rests on his tummy, rubbing his smooth skin as you gently push your hips forward while looking at where you’re connected, seeing the pink silicone disappear into him. your eyes flicker between that spot and his face, his pretty face contorted from both the pleasure and the pain, his never ending whines and tiny whimpers filling your ears as you are filling his hole.

“look at me.” you say, your free hand going to caress the side of his face, his slight stubble on his chin scratching your fingers. you could barely see it, from a distance you wouldn’t even say he could grow any facial hair, but it was there, thick and trying to escape. he does nothing but let out a cry as you settle on a slow pace. “baby, hey, talk to me.” you breathe out, a little worried from his lack of reaction.

“it’s s-so…big.” he cries out, opening his eyes, those chocolate brown beauties locking onto yours, clouded by a few tears threatening to run down from them. he feels as if he is burning from the inside, can’t stop clenching around the toy even though he is only making it harder for himself.

“you’re doing so good…good boy. if only you could see how fucking hot it looks going into you, into your little tight ass, splitting you open.” you praise, getting as close to him as possible, pressing your body against his, letting your weight down on him to comfort him, to make the pain less noticeable.

and it works, even though those tears are now running down his cheeks, he’s relaxing, it’s getting easier to push the strap inside him, far less pressure coming from him, finally loosening up a bit.

“that’s it baby, you were strangling my cock, does it feel good now?”

“y-yes. don’t stop.” he begs, his feet rubbing on the sheets, hands clawing at them.

“wasn’t planning on it.”

he was craving more. the pain and that stinging pressure now gone, he could enjoy the feeling of the big toy opening him up. he swore he felt it in his stomach from how your hand that is splayed out on his tummy is pushing down as you keep thrusting in and out of him.

“harder please.”

“you sure?”

“mhm, yes, please now.” whatever baby wants, baby gets.

your hips speed up slightly, not too fast tough, you don’t want to hurt him. you start thrusting harder, hitting his hips with each roll of yours, making him bounce on the bed, cry after cry leaving his pretty mouth.

his hand was frantically searching for yours in between your bodies, his eyes squeezed shut now, he couldn’t see anyway even if he tried, from how close you are to him, your chest pressed down on him, sticking to his own.

“hold me momma.” he begs, his delicate fingers finally finding yours.

“want mommy to hold your hand?” you ask, your mouth pressed against his pulse on his neck.

“i need to feel you.”

“don’t you think you’re feeling me quite a lot? i’d say so.” you joke, knowing what he means, he gets needy and clingy when it feels so good, so much, so overwhelming, it helps to keep him there, in the moment, so his mind doesn’t lose it. he wants to feel it all and not get lost, your touch doing just that for him.

“please p-please it’s so deep i need you m-mo-” you shut him up by kissing him hard, interlocking your fingers with his at the same time and bringing your hands together to lie lower on his tummy, pushing his own down on his stomach.

the strangled moan he lets out into your mouth as he feels the toy moving inside him with his own hand isn’t like anything you’ve heard before. something changes in him in that moment, it feels so odd but fascinating, making him suck in his stomach so he can feel it better, the tip rubbing inside. if he could see himself right now he’d see it bulging, a dent appearing on his tummy each time you snap your hips forward.

“can lil pup cum without me touching it?” you provoke, he’s done it before but he usually needs you to touch his cock to cum when you peg him.

“i t-think so.” he breathes out, his lips brushing your chin as he speaks.

“no thinking, just feel it, focus on how filled up you are…you can feel it deep, right?” you say before licking his nose and resting your forehead on his, both your hair and his sweaty and sticking to your skin.

“yeah…so…deep.” he babbles, interrupted by moans he can’t hold back, his voice weak and high pitched.

you bring your hand that you used to support yourself up to his mouth, letting all your weight on him again, brushing his lips with the tips of your fingers, to which he instinctively opens his mouth to let you sink them into the warm wetness. so fucked he’d take anything from you.

“good puppy, letting mommy use all your holes, so pretty, taking everything i give you.” the sight is unreal, you can’t help yourself from sinking those fingers deeper into his mouth, down his throat, until he chokes on them. he’s quite weak in that department, you’ll need to teach him how to suck better, to get the strap ready for himself, but those broken noises, the drool bubbling and running down the corners of his mouth, you don’t want him to learn when you hear and see that, him struggling so much turns you on to an unbelievable degree.

until he accidentally bites down on your fingers as you deliver a particularly hard thrust, hitting his prostate so perfectly. it makes you retreat your fingers from him because of the sharp pain, instead going to hold his free hand down next to his head.

“oh my- fuck. sorry momma, so s-sorry, didn’t mean to…” he babbles, saying sorry over and over.

“‘s fine, are you going to behave now, baby?”

“yes, yes, promise.” he nods, his hair flying over his eyes, but you brush it away to keep that pretty face on show.

“cum for me little puppet, come on.” you encourage, he is close, you can feel him clenching down on the dildo again, becoming harder to keep your pace from how tight his ass is around it. not only that but his breathing is more erratic, his chest rising and falling rapidly, but his stomach tight and taut.

he bites down on your chin, not too hard this time, he just needed something, and as his hands were busy, that was the only release he could think of getting.

“‘m close, just a bit mo-”

his orgasm hit him before he could finish that sentence. you went deep and rolled your hips in such a way that has him crying out your name, his head lolling from side to side on the pillow, his back arching so much he is even pushing your whole weight up with him, his legs bending and scratching at the bunched up sheets. his whole body is a trembling mess, it is so intense, and lasts for longer than you’ve ever seen from him, his sticky cum spurting between your bodies for what feels like minutes, making a big slippery mess of his lower stomach and your still interlocked hands just above.

“fuuuck…” he exhales once he calms down and stops shaking uncontrollably.

“was that good, pup?” you ask, smiling at him, already knowing the answer but you want to hear him say it.

“good? oh my god…that was one of the best things i’ve ever felt. you’re amazing.” he says, pulling his hands free and grabbing your face to kiss you hard, to show his appreciation through that.

“love you baby, you took that so well, can i pull out now or do you wanna stay like this a bit longer?”

“pull out please, but slowly.”

“of course, you sore?

“yeah…ugh.” he hisses as the toy slips out completely, feeling weirdly empty after all of that, and indeed sore, but it was so good.

“i’ll go clean up, you coming or do you just wanna stay here?”

“don’t wanna move, i’m fine here.”

“you’re sticky.” you giggle, now sitting on the edge of the bed, pointing out the mess on his tummy and in between his legs from all the lube.

“i don’t mind it, you know i like it messy.” he hums, eyes closed and his hands wandering on his stomach up to his chest, spreading his cum around to show you he means it.

“right now, calm down missy, aren’t you tired?”

“i feel lovely.” he smiles.

★

by the time you are back after removing the strap and cleaning up, he is sitting up slightly, back against the headboard and his legs crossed across the bed. a cigarette from between his fingers finding its place on those perfect pink puffy lips. the warm light from the lamp in the corner of the room is illuminating his features so well, if it wasn’t for the thick cloud of smoke sticking to his long hair brushing his shoulders, obstructing your view of his full face. he pulled the sheet over himself while you were gone, though it’s barely covering him, mainly just his legs, his bare chest rising with every calm breath, his ribs popping out more than ever from how the light is hitting him, the shadows accentuating the outlines of them and just of his whole delicate frame.

you lie down next to him and he wraps his free arm around your shoulder pulling you close to him, your face getting buried in those soft locks. he takes one last drag before stubbing out the rest of it in the ashtray he keeps on his nightstand, the exaggerated exhaling noise ringing in your ears from how close you are to him, the way his lips form that certain shape, ugh, you need him so bad, especially after how pent up you are from how the base of the strap was rubbing against your cunt earlier, but it was about him, so you didn’t try to do anything to relieve yourself, and you don’t want to push him now if he’s tired, you know how intense it was so you can’t blame him if he’s not up for it.

but at the same time your hand wanders over to his soft cock resting in between his thighs, ghosting over it, quickly taking it away. instead you start by tracing your fingers from his neck, all over his body, down his chest, brushing over his nipples, evoking a gasp from him. it was a very sensitive spot of his. you go on rubbing the few soft hairs on his chest, eventually reaching lower, feeling the hairs close to his cock under your fingertips. you snap out of it when he squirms as you start playing with his head covered by foreskin because he was soft now.

“sorry, i just-”

“‘s fine, just give me a moment.” he says softly, wrapping both of his arms around you and shifting the two of you so are lying on your side with him spooning you from behind.

“no, we don’t have to, al, really, you’re tired.”

“who says i’m tired?” he jokes, feeling him smile against your shoulder as he starts kissing your soft skin. “plus…kiss…you started it…kiss…and i wanna make you feel good too.”

he starts grinding his hips slowly, his soft cock rubbing in between your ass cheeks, easily slipping over your skin from remnants of his cum still on his length.

he is getting hard, albeit slow, but he wants to pleasure you so bad, he’s determined to get there for you.

“you don’t have to alex, it’s fine, you can just finger me or something, or i can take care of it really it’s-” your rambling gets cut off by him whining out.

“but i wanna! please let me…i’m almost ready.” he semi shouts at you, like a mad puppy who got his favourite toy taken away. it is so cute…and very hot. how willing he is to do anything for you, how much he wants it. greedy slut.

you can in fact feel him hardening behind you, but he surprises you by pushing the tip inside without warning. he isn’t fully hard, but enough, for now. he is big anyway, the fat head poking you, feeling even bigger due to the position, your thighs stuck together making you very tight. you adore his huge fucking cock, touching it, sucking it, tasting it, but god it’s the best when it comes alive for you like that, just for you, the way he grows harder inside of you as he offers his body to you.

he swings his leg over your waist, caging you in, sinking deeper from the shift. he doesn’t move, is he expecting you to tell him to move? you take it into your own hands anyway, grinding your ass against him, the friction of his big cock rubbing your walls enough to get you panting and whining.

“fuckkk yes, use me…that’s it baby, fuck yourself on me.” he says through gritted teeth, it feels delicious to him too, the way your thighs were pressing together making your pussy so fucking tight, squeezing him to death.

his hand from under you snakes around to cup your breast, giving it a squeeze every now and then. he even brings it up to your mouth the best he can.

“help me get them wet, momma.” you oblige, allowing his fingers to enter your mouth, licking and sucking around them, making sure to leave as much spit as possible on before he retreats them and goes to touch your nipple, instantly hardening from the tickling wet sensation.

“fuck alex, that’s so nice…fuck me, pup, i need you to move.” you beg. it felt nice just grinding on him but you needed a bit more.

“won’t last much longer, you feel so tight.” he whispers, biting down on your shoulder and trailing his other hand lower to your clit, rubbing and flicking it rapidly to get you closer, to get you to your release before him.

“just like that.” you gasp as he begins to rut his hips into you, humping on you like a bunny, as per your wishes. “‘m so close, goddd you feel so fucking big like this.”

the sounds filling the room were so dirty, lewd, the wetness connecting him to you, squelching noises producing each time his cock went inside your dripping heat.

“you’re doing so good, making my cock yours, you own it.” he says, leaning his head over your shoulder, kissing and nibbling on any patches of skin he found through the messes of yours and his hair.

he makes you close your eyes and squeeze them tight as you feel his hard cock thrusting in and out of your pussy. just a couple more flicks of his wrist on your sensitive clit and you’re cumming, your head stuffed in the pillow to suppress the scream you want to let out, biting down on the cotton just as he bites down on your shoulder as he follows close, pushing deep inside of you as he came, the feeling of his hot ropes of cum shooting inside you prolonging your own state of euphoria. it is weaker than his first of the night, that’s for sure, but he still gives you enough to make you feel so full, so fucking full you feel that pressure in your lower stomach as if he is pushing down on it, like he often does, to make you feel him better, and to make you even tighter for him, but he isn’t this time, the position alone giving you that feeling.

“wow.” is the only thing you can think of saying right now, as he slips out of you and rolls over on his back, laying down completely spent after all that.

“ouch!” he breaths out as his ass hits the matress in a particular way that makes the soreness very noticeable, from earlier, of course. “fuck…” he says as he’s panting, trying to catch his breath. “i love you.” he lets it out without a second thought, the only thought going through his mind. he loves you, he loves you, he loves you. the way you fuck him, the way you know him so perfectly, the way you smell, you, everything.

“i love you so much puppy, you’re the best.” you lean over to kiss his nose gently, once again tucking his curls behind his ear to look at that pretty face.

his loud breathing noises from the stuffy nose he has fill the room as you lay next to him in bed. his rosy puffy lips are parted and squished into the pillow slightly, a few loose strands of hair you didn’t catch brushing over his face intertwining with those long lashes of his that make him look like a girl sometimes.

you often beg him to let you put makeup on him but he hasn’t given in just yet, though with some promises of a good reward you’ll make him accept soon enough.

“wanna shower now?” you suggest, but you kinda know he’s going to say no.

“want you to hold me please, if it’s okay, we can shower in the morning.”

“come here, baby.” it doesn’t matter that you feel his release dripping out of you onto the insides of your thighs, and surely on the bed. that’s a problem for tomorrow. you encourage him to lay down on you by tugging on his back so he can climb on top of you. he is so little the weight feels almost like nothing.

he gets comfortable, bending his legs around your hips, sitting in almost like a fetal position, his arms snaking under you, and yours over him, rubbing his back as he was rubbing his face in the space between your breasts, his frizzy messy hair ticking you as it brushed over your nipples and around on the sensitive skin. he manages to fall asleep in just a few minutes. you’re jealous of him, how he can always drift off to sleep so fast, ever since you two got together a few months ago, he’s been the same.

one thing that changed was his hair that you loved so much more, he let it grow out and now you have something more to grab onto, plus it makes him look even cuter. you can’t help but smile to yourself seeing him like that, like a teddy bear frozen in time.

you pull the thin blanket up, covering your naked boyfriend’s body, and yours, but you are already pretty much fully covered by him. you almost think you woke him up by doing that, because he shifts, but it’s not the case. he’s still asleep, subconsciously opening his mouth and moving around until he finds your nipple and latches onto it. fucking hell. you already aren’t as lucky as him, can’t fall asleep, but how could you ever drift off with that feeling and the view of him sucking on your tit in his dream state. you don’t want to wake him up so you try to push it out of your mind, closing your eyes and just ignoring how his tongue is wrapped around your hardening nipple, you can’t get horny again, not now.

you eventually fall asleep, though not for very long, being awakened in the early hours of the morning by his mouth still attached to your chest and a slight pain from how he was sucking harder and harder, knowing the feeling very well. you’re about to have a fucking hickey on your nipple. what could he possibly be dreaming about to make him do that, and how can he do that in his sleep anyway? you know he’s a heavy sleeper and nothing could wake him up if he is tired enough but this never happened before. but you have to admit it’s…fucking hot. you look down and are greeted with the dirty image of him drooling around his stuffed mouth, dry bits hanging onto the corners of his lips from how he’s been sitting like that for hours.

“fuck…” you whisper underneath your breath, your hand flying to his head, tangling in his hair and pulling him off.

he wakes up, barely…he’s disoriented as he tries to get up but fails miserably, falling back on top of your chest. his body is more sore than he thought it would be, his legs completely numb from the constant pressure on them caused by the position he fell asleep in.

“sorry sweetie, didn’t want to wake you but it was too much.” you say, sincerely feeling bad for disturbing him but you don’t know how much more of that you could take.

“what?” he asks, genuinely confused as to what you were talking about.

“you were sucking on my nipple, have been all night, it just tickled a lot.” you tell him, but the bewildered expression doesn’t leave his face.

“huh…what? was i?”

“yeah, you were asleep when you started it so i didn’t wanna stop you and risk waking you up.”

“oh, sorry, uhm…i didn’t realise, i’m s-”

“it’s fine alex, stop that.” you stop him from spiralling and going all insecure as he often does.

“what?”

“apologising.” you giggle, brushing your fingers through his hair one last time before he gathers the energy to move off, slumping down next to you on his back and wiping his mouth, feeling his lips sticking together, all sore and wet from all the drool. “it was kinda hot.” you add.

“yeah?”

“mhm…had to force myself to sleep so i wouldn’t…you know.”

“fuck…how did i do that in my sleep?” he asks himself out loud.

“you do lots in your sleep i haven’t told you about.” you giggle, thinking of all the things you’ve caught him doing before, though nothing bad, or as odd as this. “we need to shower now babe i won’t take no for an answer.”

“but-”

“shush. get up. shower or you’re letting me do your makeup.” you dare him.

“ugh, fine.” he mutters, quickly getting up and heading for the bathroom, his bubble but bouncing on every step. “you coming?” he asks, waiting for you at the door.

“did i say we need to shower together?”

“oh, come on!” he gives you those puppy eyes, swinging his head to one side, begging you to join him.

“if you’re letting me do your makeup!” you’re gonna try your luck as much as you can.

“but i’m gonna look like a fucking girl…”

“baby, you’re not ashamed to have me fuck your ass, but you’re scared of looking like a girl? bad news, you already look like one.” you say as you get up and approach him, giving him a kiss on the cheek before grabbing his hand and taking him into the shower with you.

a/n: pegging, again. encouraged by moon, again. i’m still loving it, no surprises there. mixed some asks into it x & x i know i said taotu al at first but…humbug baby…humbug.

tags: @4chaos @picturezonthewall @st7rnioioss @theonlyoneswhoknowsblog @ohladymoon @rentsturner @yourstartreatment @mathdebate00 @averyzversi0n @ouroboros311 @menace-to-the-devil @jqsvi @turnersfav

#alex turner #alex turner smut #alex turner x reader #alex turner x you #alex turner fanfic #alex turner fic #smut #goblinontour

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cultofdixon · 1 year

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Falling for the archer

What dating / being married to Daryl Dixon would be like • Grimes’ little sister!reader / Eldest Greene sister!reader [doin’ both cuz why tf not] • ANGST/SFW/NSFW

Requested by: @witch-of-letters

Rick Grimes’ Little Sister

Dating

Let’s be real, Rick Grimes would wish he was still in a coma if he saw you—his little sister—with a man that tried to kill him for what he did to his older brother

But when you look a little deeper in that situation, he would’ve reacted the same way if someone had done that to you

But y’all weren’t together in the quarry. People assumed such by how comfortable Daryl was around you.

The man gave you an ounce of his trust in the very beginning because you didn’t treat him like an asshole [like a certain home wrecker cop…]

It grew from there and had its moments. Daryl didn’t want to act on this feeling growing inside of him until he knew that you felt the same way.

But you were also struggling with the same brewing feelings that you’ve had since the ambush on the quarry campsite. Daryl knew you had the strength to defend yourself, but the second he arrived he took out every sicko that came your way. That when it was all over, the archer quickly scanned your person to make sure you were alright

The two of you really wanted to ignore your feelings because of the whole “end of the world who would have time for this?” spiel but the universe had other plans.

2 incidents happened

Daryl drunkenly confessed his brewing feelings the night at the CDC and given that the man was drunk and you were in shock hearing that come from him, he simply wished he died right then and there thinking he must’ve scared you off. But when waking the next day to the worse hangover, he saw you sleeping on the couch across from him and a glass of water with some pain killers were placed on the table for him. He indeed didn’t scare you off but was afraid he ruined something

But the other incident was at the farm when the “walker” got shot and revealed itself to be Daryl. Rick had to pry you off Andrea when you managed to get a hold of her. Daryl heard about the incident from Glenn after he left the Greene house and went to recover in the comforts of his tent.

He had to go look for you once it was night enough to get some alone time with you.

“You’re a crazy son of a bitch for picking a fight”

“Maybe if you didn’t get hurt, didn’t get lost, and didn’t get shot by Ms. Trigger Happy—I wouldn’t have had to give her a piece of my mind”

“Why do you care so much for somebody like me?”

“Because I can! And I’m falling in love with you! I’m done ignoring my feelings…I couldn’t…I wouldn’t live with myself if you died without knowing how I felt”

Typical for the other party to confess their feelings first with Daryl Dixon. But all he needed was that confirmation before closing the space between the two of you and pressing his lips firmly against yours.

Yeah. Rick shouldn’t have been on watch that night cuz he saw y’all kissing. But given how you almost beat Andrea to a pulp, he wasn’t going to get in the way right away.

Daryl didn’t want to stop kissing you, or let you go for the matter. But he knew if you didn’t go back to your tent that night, someone would come looking for you. And he didn’t want anybody else in those moments that he just wanted it to be the two of you.

The two of you found small moments to be by yourselves and admire the other. Even when their time at the farm was getting cut short by a number of events.

Sophia…Dale…Shane…the fire

When the fire happened and everyone’s first thought was to get the hell out of there, that was when Rick knew for himself that Daryl wouldn’t do any harm given how protective the archer was when you were last to join back on the highway. He met you halfway checking every part of you before pulling you into his embrace and squeezing the life outta yea.

Guess you can say when the “indirect seal of approval” from Rick Grimes came into play, that you started dating Daryl.

Or whatever dating is in the apocalypse.

Daryl isn’t one to be flashy in the relationship and you respected that, but that didn’t stop him from at least trying.

He always wanted to be close to you in any sort of way, for the most part it was sitting next to you by the fire…on the overturn car keeping watch…in your cell…the list could go on.

Sometimes Daryl would take your hand when you’d least expect it and it brought on the butterflies. His hands made yours feel extremely small and brought on a lot of thoughts that were proven later.

The times you would be more intimate even if it was just a short kiss was when no one was around. As stated before. Daryl likes having these moments in private.

Daryl knew it could be a bit unfair, he didn’t want anyone else in your bubble and he especially didn’t like the way those who didn’t know about the two of you—look at you like your fair game. Really only the farm group knows.

But he will say he was amused by how you handled those situations.

“Hey good looking wanna—-“

“Nope. Go away” Y/N got up from the tables in the prison trying to physically leave and when the man cornered her. Daryl was about to to take care of this guy and reveal to everybody about the two, but suddenly the man met the concrete floor after Y/N grabbed the book she was reading off the table and using it as a weapon.

“Crazy bi—-“ he was cut off by her dropping her book on his face and walking away.

That lead to Daryl wanting to take a leap of faith one day.

“Y/N”

“Oh hey D. I just finished getting the truck ready for the run with Sasha later. Did yea—“

Daryl cut her off by pressing his lips against hers feeling her arms instinctively wrap around his neck.

To the Woodbury folk, it came as a shock. Meanwhile, Carol got Glenn’s oatmeal packets for the bet they made about how long it would take for them to be out and open about it.

Since then he’s been a bit more open to public affection.

He’s still not the biggest about it being public but he secretly likes it. Especially when he hears you talk about how great of a man he is to Maggie. Even if part of him doesn’t believe it.

It still takes what feels like forever to get Daryl to believe the words you say to him. He gets the warm feeling in his chest during the moment and you can tell when he starts to feel his insecurities get the best of him.

Which brings into discussion—his scars

He never wanted you to see them and you never pry.

There was a moment in Alexandria where you walked in on him changing and he felt his whole body tense when the door opened. But he instantly relaxed when he heard you say that you were turning around. He didn’t even get his shirt on when he approached you and wanting to get closer to you by letting you see what he’s most ashamed of.

That leap, lead to more. You’ve always felt loved with Daryl even when he doesn’t say it often, and with that moment of him showing his scars…his anxieties about losing you to someone better has washed away.

Now to be a bit more chaotic…

Daryl respected your boundaries and went at your speed when it came to sex. But according to you, he has a look that would get yea going and there was one time he unintentionally did said look when you were talking to your older brother

“Y/N yea listening?” Rick waves his hand in front of your face as you were focused on Daryl looking your direction.

Daryl was waiting to go on a run with you and didn’t know that he was giving you that “look” when you were trying to take down what Rick needed.

“Y/N!” Rick yells only for his sister to sock him in the gut in response.

“I heard you! Now I gotta take fucking care of something before we go” You state before approaching Daryl and grabbing him by the arm heading back inside to take care of “business”.

[A/N: I used pronouns and then didn’t use pronouns in this,,,so my bad]

“The look” is really just taking up any opportunity. Not that Daryl’s complaining.

But there was one morning when you woke before Daryl could leave the bedroom first because Rick knows y’all are dating but doesn’t know y’all share a bedroom…

Bc you didn’t in the prison to respect Daryl’s feelings about feeling confined in a cell

You entered the living room without checking if Daryl left your bed or not and was about to get some water when Rick asked what you were doing last night.

Then cue Daryl coming down thinking Rick wouldn’t be in there and being met with the man’s attention.

“That’s what you were doin’ last night”

“…Yes”

“Yknow four people live in this place right”

“Yes”

“Y/N—-“

“Does Carl know about you and Michonne?”

“Okay. I’m just gonna ignore this so you don’t use that against me”

Engaged to Married

Daryl’s thing when going on runs is finding trinkets or anything that’ll make you smile. That was the one thing you’ve kept with you since the fall of the prison to after the wolves attack.

Daryl found you placing the things he found you on the shelves in your shared room because they bring you joy.

That one day, you went into your room after a long day and saw a small box. Being confused by the new item, you picked it up and opened it.

Only for all of Alexandria to hear you scream off the top of your lungs. If Daryl didn’t inform some…yeah people would think someone broke in again

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”

Daryl stood at the gazebo watching Y/N approach him with the ring box in hand.

“Why didn’t you do this the right way?!”

“Uhm. Because…” Daryl took the box and instantly got down on one knee to open it presenting it to Y/N. “I planned this out…and I’m asking you now. Will yea marry me?”

“Yes! I will always say yes!”

Daryl didn’t have to ask for Rick’s blessing, because the two went on a run together when the archer found the ring and was like “You should propose with that, when yea ready”

As much as the group literally had a pastor—-the two of you wanted Rick to officiate and you kept it intimate. With only the group you first came to Alexandria with. And Aaron and Eric. The only Alexandrians Daryl trusted so far.

Being married, honestly didn’t feel very different to Daryl. Except that you two now have a place for yourselves and he really didn’t have to worry about any other guy looking your direction.

Besides. The man likes to leave marks in obvious places. Even slightly before y’all got married, no one even tried because you were marked and Daryl scared most of the men.

Waking up next to you in your own place was the best. Daryl didn’t have to get up right away and not alone for the matter. He’d roll over if he wasn’t already facing you and bring you close that you tiredly wrap yourself around him. The morning sex is a bonus too

You would always take his sweatshirts which were his least worn shirt until much later. He loved seeing you in his shirts but more specifically when he’d come home to you wearing only his shirt.

The two of you gained a routine where either of you would always throw up “I love you” in sign language whenever he went on runs or you would see him during your break from the infirmary. Daryl signed such to you when he was being whisked away by the Saviors and that was the only time it broke you.

Even when all the bad happened and you reunited, the promise Daryl made the day you were married…you made again when he latched onto you the second you walked through Hilltop’s doors.

I will always be by your side until the end, even if someone or something gets in the way. I will always find my way back to you.

The Eldest Greene Sister

Dating

Hershel wasn’t the only one to not like the new comers. But you were more open to bringing people in than he was.

“You don’t know what they’ll do”

“I know for a fact that they wanted to save their kid. What happens next? We’ll approach it with an open mind, old man”

“Don’t talk to me like that. Please”

“Sorry dad”

You and your sister Maggie were the only open minded ones when it came to the two officers and an injured child, multiplying into a whole group.

And Maggie wasn’t the only one that gained an interest in someone in their group.

But you were more risky with the whole “take on the biggest man in the room” in a literal and non-literal sense.

Daryl noticed how relaxed you were when things got heated with the group vs the Greene family. But also noticed a part of you didn’t really care for what your family argued. Guess you were also the black sheep in your family.

The first time the two of you ever talked was about trying to find Sophia. The group wanting to rest up while the archer wanted to go back out there and given the few protests. You figured you’d help the guy without any of them knowing.

Little did you know that he’d take your stubborn bitch of a horse.

The group that came knew Daryl had left to look for Sophia but the Greene family didn’t know that you went out after him. Because again, your horse is easily startled. Finding Daryl wasn’t the hardest thing in the world because these were your woods, your solitude even in this new hell. You ignored your horse completely when you realized that its rider is no longer on him or in the surrounding area.

Daryl thought he was hallucinating when you found him. Given he’s been seeing Merle. You were instantly stressed out given the arrow in his side and didn’t even think about bringing any form of first aid.

“Are you an Angel?”

Y/N laughs to the question as she pressed down on the bleeding wound making him grip onto her arm. “Far from it, honey”

That pet name stuck.

As you were helping Daryl walk back to the farm after several moments of him talking to the blood loss. You heard the yelling and thought nothing of it but when a few of the men from his group came running toward the two. It clicked that he must’ve been labeled as a Walker by their lookout. As the group got closer and it was revealed to them who it was…your anxiety got the best of you shoving Daryl quickly to the ground and that’s when the shot rang through.

Daryl groans from impact and heard the thud beside him seeing the eldest Greene sister through blurred vision gripping her arm.

Who woulda thought almost dying is what brought y’all together

I’m kidding.

But it did show to Daryl that you weren’t a threat of any kind. Even if you did prove that to him a few times already.

The two of you grew close when it was revealed that Sophia was one of the walkers in the barn. He didn’t think he had to hear what you had to say…let alone be vulnerable

“Why do yea care?”

“Are you serious?”

“Look sunshine—I don’t need to fucking hear some “it happens for a reason” bullshit out your ranch hand mouth just le—-“

“Nah. You listen here, sugar.” Y/N shoved Daryl back knowing damn well he was still recovering. Hell so was she. “A fuckton of my family was in there and I didn’t know what my bitch of an old man was doing until the rest of y’all knew. I’ve lost enough of people to know that shit happens at random. But as long as I knew…it wouldn’t eat me alive for the rest of my life. I hated not knowing what happened but sometimes that just happens too…isn’t it better to know that this happened instead of beating yourself up for not findin’ her?”

“…She wasn’t even mine”

“Doesn’t mean it don’t hurt yea too”

Something about what you said, glued him to your side and you weren’t complaining. Because who woulda thought at the end of the world you found someone that understands yea. Even if some of the things you say, worries the guy.

You’re an honest person and everyone appreciates that. Daryl especially.

But sometimes your honesty sparks unwanted anxiety and made few turn a bit resentful even if you were also the one that would do anything and everything to provide for the group.

Even before y’all became official, Daryl found himself silently checking up on you and one night at the prison before the infusion of new people…You sat beside him outside the prison leaning against him and letting him keep you close.

The prison era is when y’all confessed. Or more so Daryl did…and you returned once you “returned”

The medicine got to their people in time before anymore could go through death’s door. But as the others woke up, you still laid unconscious. Daryl never left your side the second the medicine got in and his anxiety got the best of him when your breathing would stop for strange periods that made him think he’d have to do CPR.

“You can’t leave me…you can’t. I won’t forgive yea” Daryl frowns bringing your unconscious form into his arms bringing her close. “How could yea. How could yea come into my life and made me feel a certain way that I have never felt—just for you to leave me. This isn’t better. Waiting isn’t great. I need to know if yea with me til the end or not…”

“Mm…ain’t gettin rid of me, honey”

Hershel was about to check on you when he heard sobbing. He thought you died and your old man held a lot of regret for how he treated you but when he saw Daryl holding you in his embrace sobbing even harder when you held onto him.

It always takes stressful situations to bring few together.

You were official in that moment but neither you or Daryl did more than hold hands until Carol needed a favor in getting your archer to take a shower.

“D, you busy?”

“Yea gonna force me to be nice to people too?”

“Nah. I don’t trust it here that much either. But the house is empty”

Daryl looks at you confused but quick to notice you were only wearing a robe.

“And what are yea planning with an empty house?”

“Fuck if I know…but no one would be around to hear me screaming your name in the shower…” You smirk heading back inside as Daryl sat there for a second longer before leaving his crossbow and following after you.

Daryl wasn’t the only one to bear scars from his past. You knew about his before you saw them as did he. The two of you would talk a lot at night just watching the stars from the prison so you knew what his father did and he knew what yours did…but also yourself.

He didn’t hold back with worshiping your body and making you feel loved every second of every day since that moment.

Married

Alexandria made the two you feel safe in a slow manner but you had each other and that’s what is important.

Neither of you wanted anything fancy or really a ceremony. You two just. Found some rings and went from there. He loves calling you his wife whenever he got the chance to do so.

Maggie was mad that you gave her a wedding and you didn’t let her give you one.

Being married was being more intimate. Your dating phase was more so becoming even closer with the other.

Marriage didn’t feel different. Except for the fact that you two were given a place of your own and y’all decided to christen every room in the place.

You were more of a jealous person when the two of you became husband and wife compared to girlfriend and boyfriend. People were once afraid of Daryl. Now he’s a provider and some of the ladies would stare at the man. But little did he know that he had an attack dog.

It was hot how jealous you can get but not when you start threatening to hit people.

Your jealousy level is about the same equivalence to Daryl’s over protectiveness. Man needs to know where you’re at when you’re not right beside him. And tying the knot did have y’all doing a lot of shut together. But sometimes Daryl would find himself panicking when he hasn’t found you within the first hour of returning home after a run.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothin’”

“…If you want to join me in the shower you could just do so instead of sitting on the bathroom sink waiting for me to finish”

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Author’s note:

Me: *writing this*

Internet history: *eight closed tabs about different definitions for the word “Headcanon”*

This is my first one…like. Ever. I hope I did it justice

#cultofdixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #daryl dixon headcanon

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josiesullysblog · 1 year

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His and Only His

~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader

~Explicit content, dom Neteyam, Sub reader, toy play

~Proofread?-no

~Summary- You were never one to let people walk all over you, but once you and Neteyam meet that changes.

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You were a very opinionated person. If you wanted to say something, you were going to say it regardless if it hurt someone's feelings. Your mother said this was the best thing about you, that so many people are fake and it's refreshing to see someone so real.

So, you always did what you wanted, you weren't hurting anyone so why hold back what you wanted to say? You weren't mean, bitchy, some people would say, but you believed you were living your truth.

You had many friends, but none of them topped the friendship you had with Kiri. You two were connected by the hip, doing anything and everything together, but you never expected to fall for her older brother.

It started normal, you, of course, knew of him due to his title, and he was your best friend’s brother. A small hi or wave would happen and you two would be on with your day. Until one day it changed.

His body changed, and you had wondering eyes. He was taller, his voice was deeper, and he started hanging out a lot more. Neteyam noticed changes in you as well, your body started shaping, and you grew big boobs, bigger than anyone.

He wasn't the only one noticing the difference between you and other Na’vi girls. He couldn't explain why but it started to irk him how others spoke about you, but he knew his thoughts were worse. You were a loud opinionated girl but he knew he could break you.

He could make you shut up, no other man could do that to you. You needed to be dominated to have a man put you in your place but he knew you wouldn't voice this. So he’d have to break you, but he found this more fun.

He memorized your schedule, he appeared only for a short period but a long enough time to where he knew he’d have your attention.

“How come I always see you?” you questioned him, “oh i’m on your mind?” he smirked at you. You shook your head, “no! It's not like that Neteyam,” he noticed the small blush appear on your cheeks. Perfect.

You had a crush on Neteyam, I mean how could you not? He was the finest man and had the best manners, but what you didn't know was that he was feeling you just as much.

Friday, was your relaxing day. No stresses, no jobs, and no training, a whole day dedicated to you. You lay in the sun, not noticing Neteyam’s eyes lingering on you.

“Beautiful day hm?” you jumped up looking at the voice, “yeah,” you said carefully watching the boy as he came closer, “feels nice to just relax?” you nodded, not having any words to say.

“You know the best way to relax is?” you shook your head noticing how he held a hand behind his back, “one thing I’ve learned is that those sky people love pleasure.”

He pulled out a small thing, it fit in the palm of his hand it made your curiosity skyrocket, “what is that?” he smiled, “this my dear, is to help relax you in the best way possible, orgasm,” your eyes widened, “what?”

Neteyam laughed, “you out of all people should know,” you immediately stood up, “what do you mean by that?” Neteyam found it's comical that you thought you could intimate him. “You're always so tense,” he stood behind you, messaging your shoulders causing your breath to hitch.

“Don’t you want to feel good,” he couldn't think right, his voice, his touch, everything it was too much, “I guess,” he kissed your neck, “then you’d let me put this in you.” his words made sense you didn't know why.

You wanted to relax, “okay,” his hands traveled down taking your bottom off. His fingers found your entrance a moan coming out as a result, “already so wet for me,” your head flew back, “oh, yes please,” Neteyam smiled he had you just where he wanted you.

He stuck a finger in, stretching you, molding you to be ready for the toy. He found it after trying to get Lo’ak to come home after spending time with Spider. He knew it was wrong to steal, but the thought of you struggling to stand up because of something so small turned him on.

“Once this goes in you,” he said as he pushed it in, you threw your hand over your mouth which was quickly grabbed. His hand proceeded to play with your breast, “slow down Teyem,” his smile deepened, “i’m the only one who can take this out [Y/n].”

He became serious, grabbing your chin, “if I find out this is taken out, it won't be pretty for you.” the toy felt uncomfortable but fun. You squirmed as Neteyam finally let go of you, “say yes sir,” you tried catching your breath, “yes sir.”

You were so stupid. The only thought going through your mind was how could you let him put that thing in you. Every step you took was a reminder of what you let him do to you. Kiri would be so upset, your thoughts got the best of you.

You helped bandage up anyone hurt in the war party, hopefully, enough time to get your thoughts straight. This bit walked in, so insignificant you didn't even know his name. “Hey, [Y/n] help him!” you smiled as you told the boy to sit down.

Throughout the whole interaction, not many words were exchanged. You were so focused that you hadn't even noticed Neteyam lurking. You didn't know he was there till a vibration caused you to gasp, “are you alright,” you nodded, “yeah just got a body chill.”

You finished him off, holding back moans, “maybe you should lie down,” he said walking off, you just nodded as you made eye contact with Neteyam.

You walked over to the boy, “Neteyam stop,” he just smiled, “stop what? I’m not the one touching other boys,” your eyes widen, “that wasn't my choice I had to and why do you even care,” he grabbed your chin quickly, “everything having to do with you is my concern.”

The anger in your body dissolved as he spoke, “you always have something to say hm? I’m going to show you, your nothing but a cock sleeve.”

“That's not true,” you felt him intensify the vibrations, “look at you, fighting back moans, and you're not a cock sleeve,” your knees bucked, falling into Neteyam, “it's better if you admit it now.”

“Never,” you weren't going to betray your friend, your best friend. Neteyam forced you onto your knees, standing in front of you. “Suck,” he showed you his shaft, the head dripping with precum. “Don’t make me ask again.”

You wanted to push his buttons, see how far they’d go but at that moment you listened to him. Your mouth took him, bobbing on contact. Neteyam moaned watching you, “see I told you, nothing but a horny slut.”

You didn't hear his words, as you let your hand surround the rest of the part that didn't fit in your mouth. Vibrations roared inside you, causing you to moan on his dick. “Fuck just like that,” you were gone, like an addict you wanted more of him.

“I’m going to cum and when I do, pretty girl your all mine,” you went faster wanting him to cum, which you exceeded. He let out a loud moan, “fuck,” you wiped your mouth as you looked at yourself. Hair a mess, on the floor, you don't even know how you go to this point.

You shook your head, “why?” you sobbed, “why are you doing this to me?” he just smiled, “because you need me,” you looked at him confused, “you don't know it yet but you want to be dominated you love it.”

You moaned as you felt yourself coming near to orgasm, “you were made to be on your knees,” he watched you on the floor, “everything about you is submissive.”

You moaned louder as you were near, trying to cover your sound as the toy finally came to a stop.

“Your mine, [Y/n],” he got to your level making eye contact, “your body, your soul, everything you were made for me,” he kissed you as his hands slid up and down your arm.

“What about Kiri? Everyone else they’ll say-,” he cut you off, “do you think I care about what they have to say? I want you,” he grabbed your chin, “if I want you, i’ll have you.”

You stood up, wiping your tears, “how do I know you won't hurt me?” Neteyam smiled, “I want to fuck you, make you my horny slut, but I promise you this I’ll never mistreat you.”

He kissed your hand, “you are my most prized possession and you’ll be treated as such,” you smiled feeling giddy hearing him say that, “I’d like that.”

He smiled, “I know, you don't know what I have in store for you, little one,” his hands played with your nipples, “you have no idea.”

***

Hey guys! Sorry this was late I had last-minute plans but I got this done. The week is over so I’ll be going back to my old posting schedule :( but summer coming soon! Hope you all enjoyed it!

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okay-j-hannah · 1 year

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They Give You Practice Kisses

Preference

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Loki

Warnings:

Request: “Good night, Hannah! Are the requests still open? I have one too cause you write about MY LOVES! My favourite boys (Bucky, Steven, Marc, and Loki) reacting to reader asking to "train" kisses with them cause she wants to go out with another guy (but It's a lie cause she likes them, she just wanna see if they feel the same) 😉😉😉😉 They could confess their love too 😍” Anon

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Bucky

She was taking a few deep breaths, bare feet unsettled against the weathered wood of the dock. The cool breeze was welcoming to the anxious heat of her cheeks; the seagulls were landing nearby and crying for a morsel of food.

Bucky was kneeling at the edge of the docks, tying a boat down with expert knots. He was deep in concentration though she had no doubt he could already detect her presence.

She was going to feign confidence, “Hey, Buck,” she said casually. The way his head perked up as if surprised by her sudden appearance made her smile. “I wanted to ask you something.”

The steel shock ensnaring her stomach made it hard to notice if her voice was still shaky.

“What is it?” he asked, leaving the boat.

She licked her lips, breathing deep and slow – a feeble attempt to take another steadying breath without him noticing. “I need some training.”

He folded his broad arms, “You want to get into combat?”

“No, kissing.”

Now Bucky was normally the most neutral, expressionless soldier, but in that moment his eyebrows went flying to his hairline. The slightest quirk of his lips came next.

“Kissing?”

“Yeah,” she said candidly. “I need to impress this guy I like and I don’t want to mess it up because I’m out of practice.”

Bucky cleared his throat, his eyes analyzing her like a man on a mission. “Do I know this guy?”

(Y/N) watched his reactions carefully, wondering if he’d slip up when her affections were a factor. “Maybe. I just wanted to ask if it was okay to practice on you,” she took a step forward, “You could give me a few pointers.”

He bit his lip, looking away from her face and towards the sea, “What if I were to say no?”

Her face fell, a painful burn growing at the back of her throat, “Then I guess I have my answer.” She turned, seeking the comfort of her bedroom, but there were fingers wrapping around her wrist.

“You didn’t let me finish,” Bucky said quietly, pulling her back towards him. “When I kiss you, (Y/N), I want it to be for me and only me – not for some other guy you’re interested in.”

“You’re in luck then,” she hummed, willing the disappointment of her heart to grow into anticipation. “You are the guy I’m interested in.”

He continued to analyze her expression, searching for any signs that she was lying, “This wouldn’t have been as complicated if you had just walked up and kissed me.”

“I tend to make a fool out of myself when it comes to you,” she smiled, “Can I have that kiss now?”

He matched her smile, “Just cause you asked so nicely.”

Steven

She could feel his eyes. Feel the way they stared.

The tips of her ears burned but it put a smile on her face. It was almost a routine at this point. Steven would pause whatever he was doing and let his mind wander into the clouds as he watched her.

Normally she was doing something mundane like eating popcorn or folding laundry or searching for her keys. And without fail she would notice his silence and snap him out of it.

He’d deny any sort of imaginative scenario running through his mind.

(Y/N) needed a clever way to get him to confess. She knew there was something more sparking his interest in staring at her. And if she was being honest, Steven was often on her mind too.

Now as she put her arms into her jacket sleeves, finding her keys in the pocket, she refrained from addressing Steven – giving him more time to fall deeper into his dream state.

She turned and met his eyes across the room. He was standing behind the kitchen table, a box of cereal in his hands.

“Hey,” she said comically.

Steven jumped, flustered at being caught again, and a handful of cereal flew from the open box. “Oh, dear…” he mumbled, “What a klutz.”

She smiled warmly, meeting him on the floor to pick up the dry cereal, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I know,” he laughed nervously, “I just… well, I was lost in thought.”

“Must’ve been exciting,” she prompted, “You were under for a while.”

“Was I?” he said, eyes looking at her shyly, “Sorry ‘bout that.”

She shrugged her shoulders, “I get lost in thought when I stare at you too.” And right as the horror developed on his face, she added, “I’ll see you later, Steven.”

He was rooted to the spot, dazed and confused as to what she could’ve meant. “Wait!” he suddenly cried, running into the hallway to find her by the elevator, “You think about me too?”

She tried to hide her smile, “Only when you look so kissable. Which is most of the time.”

The disbelief in his face was so sweet. “I… gods, I can’t believe you just said that.”

“What do you think about?” she asked quietly, ignoring the elevator as it opened.

Steven ran a hand through his tangled hair, attempting to pluck up the courage. “A lot of things. But just barely? I was thinking about this time kissing you goodbye.”

Warmth spread across her limbs, “We could give it a shot,” she smiled, “A few tries for practice.”

“Good, practice,” he nodded overenthusiastically, “Practicing is good.”

“Come kiss me goodbye then.”

Marc

“He’s sort of dark,” she mused, sitting cross legged on the couch and leaning against the arm rest. “And real quiet.” She was facing Marc as he sat similarly on the opposite side of the couch.

He had his arms crossed tightly, a plain expression on his face, although it was all in an attempt to hide the growing dislike within him.

“And?” he persisted, “What else do you like about him?” He was torturing himself by hearing the details, but he wanted to know. He wanted to know who had his girl so enraptured.

(Y/N) bit back a giggle at his obliviousness. “He’s more of a sweetheart than he lets on. And he’s always been so supportive of me. He’s always been just what I needed. He’s always been there for me.”

Who the hell had been there for her when he wasn’t?

“Makes me wonder why I haven’t met him yet,” he replied, curling in on himself.

(Y/N) wanted to take pity on him. “There is one thing. He’s the jealous type and can be a little overprotective.”

Marc contained his scoff. “I would be too.”

She smirked, “The problem is, we haven’t confessed our feelings yet. And I really want to kiss him.”

Her friend shifted uncomfortably, “Why haven’t you?”

“I just wanted to see if he felt the same first.” And by the looks of it – he did. “That and… I’m kind of out of practice.”

“Okay,” he said stiffly.

She swallowed, “Would you kiss me?”

“What?”

“You’d be doing me a favor,” she said quickly, “Warm me up a bit before I go see him.”

Marc was as still as a statue, “Are you sure?” This could be his chance to change her mind.

She nodded, “I trust you.” She crawled across the couch to reach him, “Just a quick kiss.”

But there was nothing quick about the way Marc traced her face with his eyes. Lifted his hand to her cheek. Grazed her jawline with his thumb. Pulled her in with strong fingers against her neck. Gently consumed her lips with warm pressure.

It was drawn out and comfortable and perfectly lovely. And while (Y/N) was smiling like a fool in love, Marc looked like he had lost something precious.

“Thank you,” she said softly, climbing off the couch, “I’ll let you know how it goes.”

He was still choking as he attempted to swallow the hurt when she walked out of the apartment. “God, you’re an idiot,” he said to himself, rubbing at his face.

But there was a knock at his door. He took a deep breath and somberly went to see who it was.

(Y/N) was on the other side. “Hi,” she said, a little breathless. “I’m here to see the guy I really like. I haven’t told him how I feel about him yet.” She stuffed her hands in her pockets but felt all warm as the realization flooded Marc’s face.

Loki

“You’re blushing.”

Loki was watching her from across the courtyard, relishing in how he was teasing her.

She cursed herself. She was all flustered by his presence.

He seemed to realize that, “What could possibly be making your cheeks warm so.” He sauntered over, convinced that she was blushing over him. “Has something caught your eye?”

“Consumed my thoughts,” she said quietly. She had the right mind to knock him down a few pegs before admitting her feelings. “Night and day it seems like.”

Loki’s brow rose, “I had no idea you were so burdened. What is it that consumes your thoughts? Perhaps I can help.” That devilish look was growing in his eyes.

She felt embarrassed but strangely empowered to smother that overconfidence in him. “I wish for a confession. I long for a kiss.”

The beginning of a growl escaped Loki before he could reign it in, “That, my dear…” he went to touch her hand, “… is something I could help with.”

“I had hoped so,” she smiled, “It would be good practice for me.”

“Practice?” that peaked his interest, his head bowing to be closer to hers.

“Yes,” she continued, “For when I see him later.”

Loki immediately dropped her hand and took a step back, “Him? Later?”

She nodded innocently, “Yes, what did you think I meant?”

His mouth remained open, clearly shocked by his misjudgment. “You want me to kiss you just so you can turn around and see another man?”

“I thought you’d be rather excited by the idea,” she said, “Seeing as you are constantly seeking flattery. I’m basically calling you a good kisser and giving you a way out.”

He clenched his jaw, “Who is this man you blush for?”

“A royal.”

“A royal,” he said with a sneer, “And you prefer him?”

“Prefer him over… who?”

His shock was quickly turning into anger and jealousy, a combination of feelings that confirmed his attachment to her.

“I should like to meet him.”

(Y/N) smiled at his avoidance of her question. “I was just thinking of seeing him – perhaps giving him a kiss.” She watched Loki hide his hands behind his back. “Are you going to help me?”

He paced in front of her, “I would like to see this suitor before giving my assistance.”

“Why should that matter? All I need is a practice kiss.”

“I want to meet him first.”

“I never thought I’d see the day when Loki would refuse a free kiss,” she smiled victoriously. He was jealous.

He bit back, “Who is he?”

She sighed, warm at the thought of his flustering. “Go look in the mirror. You’ll find him there.”

Loki stared at her for a few tense seconds as the information dawned on him. That wicked smile started to grow as the flush in her cheeks did.

“You little minx.”

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