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sincerelyneo · 29 days

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omg hello! i missed you so much!!! 💖 would you consider reposting arcade again?? it was legit the best thing i’ve ever read omg i was so sad when i couldnt find it anymore

its fine if you cant tho!! im glad youre backkkk💖💖💖

ofc i can, i’m glad you liked it <3

arcade | p.js

“i’m out of control, full power up”

💿now playing: arcade by nct dream

❯ summary: Jisung’s been nothing but busy lately, so when you hear he got the weekend of your anniversary off, you can’t help but plan something to spend time with him. Expect, the only thing jisung wants after his busy month is you — and he’s not gonna let your silly arcade date get in the way of that.

❯ pairings: jisung x fem!reader

❯ genre: established relationship, smut, fluffish.

❯ words: 3.5k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, smut, fingering, exhibitionism, reader uses she/her pronouns, use of the name baby, jisung takes pictures whilst fingering reader in a photobooth idk???

"You brought us to an arcade for our three year anniversary?"

You look over to Jisung standing by your side as the pair of you stood in front of the arcade entryway with the giant neon sign above your heads.

"Yeah, surprise - who doesn't love a date night with pizza and an arcade?" You grin, trying to hide the look of nervousness fighting to show once you notice his frown.

“Baby,” he groans, whiny, “I thought we were gonna go home after the pizza.”

You may have lied to him about that.

When you told Jisung about tonight’s date, he originally objected. He wanted to have a chilled night in with just the two of you — alone. Something he hadn’t had for the past four weeks he’d been strung up at work. Yet, you insisted that the two of you celebrated your three year anniversary just like you had done for your first and second.

So instead, the two of you came up with a compromise: head to your favourite pizza place, then come home and watch a movie snuggled together on the couch. In Jisung’s mind ‘watch a movie’ was code for letting his hands roam all over your body whilst he watched you whither and squirm, but he figured it was best to not discuss the minute details.

But don’t get him wrong. Just because he wanted to have a quiet night in didn't mean he hasn’t missed you — because oh he has. He’s only bothered the rest of the dreamies with his annual ‘I miss her’ speech every other hour.

And whilst typically Jisung loved to spend every passing minute of the day with you; right now, all he could think about was how much he wanted to be balls deep in the cunt he’d missed so much — not spending his time in some arcade.

"I haven't been inside one of these since I was a little kid," you tell him. “Please Sungie, just for an hour.” You begin tugging on his hands.

“I don’t know, Y/N. Aren’t we a bit too old to be playing in the arcade?” he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Pretty please!”

You hope the small flutter in your eyelashes is enough to win over the hesitant man. And you know it will because he’s told you several times not to give him those signature doe eyes, because he can’t ever bring himself to say no to them.

"Fine."

He grasps your hand, threading your fingers together as he starts to lead the two of you inside. You're instantly greeted with the loud electronic sound effects from the various games, along with the random music playing inside.

There's lights flashing everywhere, and you notice a bunch of people sitting at the bar and in booths near the front of the arcade, along with a bunch wandering around all of the games.

Jisung looks sideways before gesturing his head to the row of retro games, "what do you wanna play?" He asks.

“You can pick first, because I’m such a good girlfriend.”

He can’t help but smile at you — because he knows you're right.

“How about we play some pinball?

"I take it back," you say with a pointed look, "I’ve seen you play that with Chenle and I’m definitely gonna lose.”

“Too late, you’ve already given me the power,” he shrugs and pulls your arm over to where the game is situated.

“Ugh, Jisung. There’s no point, I already know I’m gonna lose,” you try to protest.

“Stop complaining,” he grasps your hips to turn you around to face the pinball machine then comes to stand behind you.

He takes your hands and places them on the buttons either side of the machine in front of you. You feel your cheeks flush when you feel Jisung’s chin rest on your shoulder, as he guides your fingers over the controls and silently coaches you through the game.

You don’t know how he always does it but even here, he's managing to create some form of sexual tension between the two of you at a pinball machine.

“Jisung..” you whisper as he places teasing kisses along your neck.

“Shhh, I’m just trying to help you out,” his lips brush against your neck as he continues hitting the buttons at a constant steady speed. “Besides, I think I’ve found my new favourite way to play pinball tonight."

Eventually, the ball shoots straight down between the two flippers, drawing the game to an end. He’d been doing so well that you wanted to turn around and kiss him but he pressed you harder against the machine, dipping into the crook of your neck to tease your ear.

"You've got no idea how badly I wish I could bend you over this and fuck you right here, right now."

It sent shivers down your whole body as you felt him grin against your skin when he noticed the sharp inhale of air you sucked in at his words.

Jisung knows you're shy, so he’s not surprised that you try to snake away from his grip at his crude remark.

"Look, we got a new high score," he says while he slips his hands from over yours and slides them up your arms. Pretending he didn't just whisper something that dirty. “We make a pretty good team.”

“Yeah ‘cause you did all the work,” you sulk.

You see the red digital writing flashing on the scoreboard, then his arms snake around to link across your lower stomach and pull you firmer against him. To anyone watching you look like a typical couple being affectionate, but the tension makes it feel the furthest thing from innocent.

"You know exactly what you're doing right now, Jisung Park," you huff, trying to control how flustered you feel, "We’re here to play games."

He presses a kiss to your cheek, before murmuring, "I am playing games. And so far I think I'm winning."

As he speaks he lets one of his hands slip down to graze over the front of your crotch, which he swears is an accident when you sternly say his name. But you can’t deny the way the touch made you jolt before he pulls away and steps back. You’d missed his touch — missed being with him like this.

But this was not the place. So you take his hand and turn the two of you to walk off like nothing happened.

The two of you continued to play a handful of arcade games. The classics, retro games, new games — Jisung had even managed to secure you a fluffy teddy bear from the claw game after you mentioned it being ‘impossible’.

You’d been taking it in turns to choose a game each, but when you mentioned the arcade photo booth, your boyfriend had started to get apprehensive.

After some of your amazing buttering up skills with puppy dog eyes, he agreed and he pulled the curtain back for you to get inside, then closes the door on the booth.

He sat down first on the small seat, and when you went to sit next to him he grabbed your waist and pulled you down onto his lap instead. He takes some coins from his pocket and starts putting them in the slot.

You try to get off his lap to sit beside him before the timer starts but he doesn’t let you.

“Just look at the camera and smile."

Once you hear the timer counting down the two of you start posing. But just before the last beep sounds, you get the idea to grab hold of Jisung’s face and let your lips mush against his cheek causing him to scrunch his nose up.

"That’s not fair," he says the second he hears the beeping start again.You stick your tongue out at him and his eyes narrow. “Fine, if that’s the game we’re playing.”

You both look back at the camera and offer smiles, kisses and peace signs. But at the last beep, Jisung gets the idea to move both of his hands to cup over your chest, groping your boobs.

Your mouth falls open as you gasp in shock while Jisung starts laughing.

You try to pull his hands away, "Okay fine, point taken mister grabby hands."

Jisung is practically giggling to himself, whilst you wait for the timer to start again.

“Alright alright, we'll take a serious one now.” He says, placing his chin on your shoulder, as you both look at the camera.

But once again, as the third beeping starts he quickly says, “Do you think people would notice if I made you cum while we're in here?"

Your body stiffens in shock as the picture is taken. Jisung is bursting with laughter and you're taken aback.

Jisung likes sex. He loves sex in fact — especially with you. But he never does this. Sure he teases you when you're out and about — how could he not when you’re so beautiful and perfect for him. But he’s never insinuated doing something so sexual in public like this before.

But here the two of you are. Waiting for the timer to start again, but this time you’re anticipating the shit he was going to pull when the final beep comes — and he does not disappoint. Because his hands slide up your legs, dipping into your inner thighs and squeezing them.

"Jisung," you warn him, "behave yourself."

The beeping starts again, but Jisung doesn't move his hands, and starts to massage his fingers higher.

When the last tick happens, he moves his face to press a kiss to your jaw, and you feel his breath hitting your skin from his nose.

He starts to inch your legs a bit further apart to let his thumbs graze over the crease where your thighs meet your pelvis.

“Ive missed you so fucking much baby,” he whines. “I need you so bad.”

“Jisung not here,” you sigh as his hands start working to warm up your skin.

“Why not? Wouldn’t you like the thought of me getting you off in here? Trying not to get caught?"

If his face wasn't so close to yours you wouldn't be able to hear him over the loud music in the arcade and how low his voice has gotten.

You give him a confused frown, thinking he surely can't be fucking serious but when you do he takes the opportunity to press his lips against you, kissing you while the camera snaps the last picture.

Your stomach is knotting along with your heart beating faster and you feel that familiar heat between your legs but you’d never tell him that — and he’d never tell you that he knows you keep it from him.

"Would you?" He asks again when he breaks the kiss.

You look at him like he's lost his mind. "You're joking right?" You can't be serious - Jisung people get their pictures taken in here, someone could walk in, you can't-"

He makes your words stop and your breath hitch in your throat as he moves his hand up under your skirt and cups his hand between your legs.

"That's not what I asked you," he says letting his eyes trace over your face, then leans closer, "Would you enjoy it?"

“Jisung, this is so unlike you, are you even hearing what you’re asking me?”

He moves his leg a bit and wedges his heel against the edge of the door so it can't be pulled open, "I know exactly what I’m asking you, so answer me."

"We’re supposed to be taking pictures, Sung,” you try changing the subject, and ignore the pressure of his hand pressed against you.

"Oh god we will," he says like it should be obvious.

And now you’re looking even more caught off guard.

“I'd fucking kill to have some pictures of you getting off. Have them to look at them whenever I’m needy and miss you.”

Jisung starts to massage the heel of his palm very slowly against you, adding more pressure over your underwear as you try to squeeze your legs closed but he holds them with his other hand to keep them apart.

"We can't-" it takes very fibre in your body to attempt to protest this, but you easily allow him to cut you off.

"Yes we fucking can," he has that sly look on his face, "But if you don't want to, we won't. It's up to you. Should I stop?"

You exhale a weak breath as he replaces the heel of his palm with his fingers dancing over your underwear, massaging slow circles that make your hips shift.

"Won’t people think it's weird if we're in here too long." you fumble over your words which makes Jisung smile while he bites on his lip.

"Don't worry I'll be quick," he says knowing you’re only making excuses instead of admitting what you really want.

Your eyes drift closed as you sigh, feeling his fingers move against you to create a friction that's only making the throb between your legs worsen. You have absolutely no common sense when it comes to this man and his fucking fingers.

"Should I stop?" He repeats in a low voice, moving his mouth to start to kiss along your jaw.

As usual with him, your functioning brain checks out while your subconscious takes over and you shake your head feeling your breathing start to go shallow.

"You want me to make you cum, yeah? Is that right baby?" His words are slightly muffled as he moves his free hand from your inner thigh and brushes your hair back over your shoulder so he can move his mouth to your neck, "I need words baby."

You should be rational and tell him to stop. But you don't. You wouldn’t dare. You didn’t want him to. So instead you say what you do want, and breathe out a quiet "yes."

Jisung’s own breathing is getting heavier, and the tension in this small enclosed space feels like it's compressing both of you closer together. When he hears your approval, his hand between your legs bunches up the front of your skirt. When he slips it up he snakes his hand over your stomach to push down into your underwear.

A faint groan echoes in Jisung’s throat the second his fingers feel your bare skin, exploring around your underwear to feel the slickness there.

"You’ve made a mess. Missed me this much, huh?” his voice is low, while he drags his warm lips up your neck.

You only manage to nod your head, your brain focused on squirming your hips to find some kind of friction again. He finally rests the pads of his fingers against your throbbing clit, starting to tease circles that force a quiet whimper out of you. Your eyes are still closed as excitement and neediness flood your nerves.

For doing something that should be wrong, it feels so damn right, and it's all you can think of. Feeling him is all you can think about.

"You sure I can take some pictures?" He checks, keeping his movements steady as your hips start to circle against his hand,

You don't respond at first—you can’t—too caught up in how this is feeling, and when he dips his fingers down to your pussy to collect more arousal on his fingers before moving back to your clit and applying more pressure, your head falls forward as you pant out a strained, "You - fuck, yes, you can."

He chuckles hearing how fucked out you are for him, and he’s only just started. But it’s when you hold onto the thigh he’s been using to pry your legs open that his eyes darken with need.

He keeps his fingers moving while he manages to get some coins he had in his pocket, reaching forward to put them into the coin slot, then pressing the button to start the timer.

When he relaxes back he applies a firmer pressure, and starts to massage your clit in quicker circles; making your mouth drop open with a gasped moan. You can barely hear the beep for the picture anymore, everything around you turning blurry, and all you can hear is your heart beat mixed your heavy breathing.

"That's it baby," he coos, with a gravel to his voice from the tension in it, "God I wish I could fuck you right now. I’ve been dying for it.”

Your skin is burning up, and all you can manage in response is the pants from your open mouth, desperately trying to keep yourself quiet.

You start to grind yourself against him as his fingers work, and feel the hard bulge forming in his pants underneath your ass.

He wasn't kidding when he said he'd be quick, he's already building the pressure in your lower belly, making your stomach muscles tighten, while he moves his fingers in the exact way he knows you love it.

That knot in your lower half tightens, and your legs start to tremble as a louder moan you can't stop comes out of your mouth.

"Fuck—Jisung," you whimper, with your chest starting to heave with rapid uneven breaths.

He only quickens his fingers driving with determination and speed, making sure to keep repeating the same movements that are getting the best reactions from you and when your head falls back as you moan again; his free hand comes up to cover your mouth.

"Shhhh—quiet, remember?" He hushes against your ear, groaning at the feeling of you grinding against him, "I know you wanna cum baby, but there’s no way I’m letting anyone else hear how you sound for me.”

All you can manage is a muffled "mhm" against his hand as your eyes squeeze tighter. That familiar sensation starts to ripple from your centre down your legs and into the rest of your limbs.

The orgasm is speeding towards you, faster than anticipated causing your back to arch up as your hips writhe. Your mind is foggy only able to make out quiet whispers of encouragement coming from Jisung.

As the release ripples through your body and your moans are muted against his hand, Jisung groans again, feeling you shake on top of him. He can’t help but snap his hand away to grasp at your jaw to turn your face and kiss you hard while you ride through your climax.

The kiss is mostly open lips grazing against each other, or trying to connect in messy motions with both of your laboured breathing mixing together. His fingers only pause when you try to pull yourself away from them.

Once your eyes drift open to see Jisung’s, the look in them makes you want to squeeze your legs together again if you could move them currently.

Jisung brings his hand up, and grazes his pointer and middle finger he just used to send your body into a frenzy against your lower lip as a silent request for you to open your mouth. You don’t deny it, taking them into your mouth to taste yourself.

“Fucking hell,” his eyes dart back and forth from your eyes to your mouth. His head rolls back against the wall behind you and he whines in the quiet, "God fucking help me."

Your body is still buzzing, floating down dazed from the high it was on, and you watch Jisung bite down on his lower lip as his brows knit tight together, as his hips shift beneath you.

"Everything okay, Sungie?" It’s the only thing your mushed brain can think of saying as you look down at his strained pants.

"Fuck no," he mumbles, looking like he's trying to compose himself, "But it’s my own fault. I suggested we do this. I’ll deal with myself later.”

"Later?" You ask.

Jisung lifts his head back up, leaning forward to press a kiss to your cheek as he rubs his palm up and down your thigh, "Yeah, later. When we get home and we watch that movie you promised me.”

He thinks you don’t know that he uses the movie thing as a code to fuck you — but you do know — and that’s why you’ve never protested when he puts on another one of those Harry Potter movies he loves.

"You sure you'll be able to wait that long?"

Jisung’s lips lift up at the corners, "I’ve waited weeks for this, I’m sure I can manage a couple more hours.”

He hugs you against him with his arms around your stomach, and back against his firm chest.

"But then again,” he begins “Now I have the memory of how fucking hot watching you get off in here was. That makes waiting like some kind of sick torture to me."

You let out a weak laugh, feeling your cheeks flush more than they already were, "I still can't believe we just did this."

"I can, and there's pictures to prove it," he smiles, pulling the strip of three black and white photos from the dispenser.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 days

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aita for avoiding my husband on purpose, like, all the time? my husband (m36) and i (f34) have been married for almost 10 years (anniversary in a few months). we have 3 kids (m10, f8, f1) and he works full time while i stay at home. even before we got married i didnt really have friends other than him, and i always had a hard time finding excuses to get out of the house. frequently, he gets to hang out with his buddies who he also works with, and ever since we had kids he's always going out and leaving me home alone even when hes not at work just to idk. hang out at bars and pretend we don't exist. well lately ive been making time for myself to go out when the kids are at school (my youngest is pretty well behaved so i just take her with me instead of paying a babysitter) and i had managed to get kinda friendly with some of the wives of my husbands coworkers (theyre all members of the same union, so we see each other at those functions every once in awhile). i thought it was all going well and i was having fun and enjoying getting to be social for once, but about 2 weeks ago, the whole family was invited out for lunch (a picnic type thing) with his buddies from work's families. all was going well and for the most part even the kids were having fun, but then my husband got absolutely fucking trashed for no reason. none of the other guys were acting like that, and we've had conversations about him not doing that sort of thing, but he NEVER listens. he's always acting like this, but usually i dont have to see when its in public. well he embarrassed me so fucking much. he was trying to start fights, messing up his clothes, and wouldn't listen to me at all. just in his own world as always. i should've known because its been a decade of this, but i could have sworn it wasn't this bad before. he wasn't like this when we dated you know? so we got home and i was just. grossed out and annoyed. i slept on the couch and pretty much ever since then, i haven't been talking to him. i got a text from one of the ladies saying that a wednesday hangout thing i had been invited to had been canceled, but i pretty much KNOW 100% that it wasn't, and that they just don't want to be associated with me now. the kids don't really seem bothered by the tension around the house (i think its sort of normal to them since hes frequently not around anyways). i wouldn't be near as annoyed if there wasn't a part of my brain telling me "he did it on purpose". i know that's just how he acts but i could SWEAR its almost like he just doesnt want me to have friends. he doesn't want to hear about it, he just wants me THERE at home, watching the kids and existing solely for his convenience. i used to consider divorce, before we had our youngest. but i haven't had a job since high school, and i couldnt put the burden of asking for help on my sisters. they hate him, but i couldnt ask them for that support. and i dont even know what the kids would think, i cant do that to them. but yesterday, my husband brought it up (cornered me in our room pretty much) and asked why i was ignoring him. what if he really didnt know why? i TOLD him, but its like he forgot or just expects me to be "over it" by now. all i wanted was just this one thing, to HAVE FRIENDS, have that time away from being just "mom" and do what i want. he gets to do that so why cant i? or AT LEAST he could put some more effort into being around and doing things as a family? but i still wonder if im being the asshole, for giving him the cold shoulder for this long. he didnt have a happy childhood or good examples for parents so maybe he just thinks this is normal? i never asked because i assumed he knew it wasn't. and he does seem like, disappointed that i wont come to bed. maybe ive been driving him off and that's why he doesnt like to come home? idk at this point, im at a loss. aita?

#aita #am i the asshole

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levilxvr · 5 months

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good morning its 2:30 am and im thinking about levi fingering you while you’re out for dinner with the other cadets🤗

cw: nsfw 18+

you’re at a hotel having dinner with levi and the rest, seated around a long table catching up over the exquisite food prepared by colt and his team of chefs. You’re chatting with mikasa, laughing at connie and jean as they bicker and throw food at each other. Jean dumps a blob of cake icing onto connie’s steak and seconds later the peas on his plate go straight into jean’s wine.

While hange is getting them to shut up because everyone is staring at them, you feel a cold hand slip under the hem of your black dress, knuckles stroking the soft, sensitive skin of your thigh. You whip your head around and see levi staring at you with a lustful gaze and a knowing smirk. The chaos around you drowns out as he leans in and presses a light kiss to your earlobe. “shh, don’t say a word.”

You’re squirming in your seat as his hand travels higher, slender fingers feeling around as they push the delicate lace of your panties aside and brush against your folds. You’re trying to ignore him and answer when sasha offers you another baked potato. Under the table, you try and fail to cross your legs, levi’s strong hand pushing your thighs apart as he continues teasing you. His fingers are on your clit now, rubbing circles over the small bud as you feel your core begin to heat up.

“So, how are things going with levi lately? I heard next week is your one year anniversary, Congrats!” Mikasa swirls her wine and gives you a small smile.

“We should have another celebration for that,” hange adds.

“It- yeah it’s been alright,” you start, breath hitching when he applies more pressure, roughly toying with your already swollen clit as his other hand stabs a roasted carrot with his fork. You shot him a glare and he simply smiles. Idiot.

“Do you guys have any plans for next week?” eren asks.

“go on, tell him about our little getaway.” levi gives them a pleasant, innocent little smile, taking another bite of carrot. The little shit was good at acting- who’s to know his other hand was buried in your underwear, drenched in your slick?

You begin filling them in on the details of your 3 day vacation next week in one of marley’s most popular cities, but it gets harder to ignore the burning pleasure accumulating between your legs when he slips not one but two fingers into your tight cunt at once. He’s curling them against your sweet spot, feeling your walls clench and unclench around him.

“we’re uh- we booked a slot at the hotel infinity pool too,” Your legs were trembling under the table and you could feel the heat rising up your cheeks.

“you ok? you look kinda flustered.” armin’s voice is laced with concern and he has a frown on his face. You force a smile and fiddle with the edge of the silken tablecloth.

“no, no its fine I think it’s just the wine, you know,” holy shit. You’re so close you can barely focus anymore. Fortunately connie knocks his glass over and makes everyone divert their attention to him, so you can let out the small, shaky moan that’s been at the tip of your tongue since he started with this little game. You bite down hard on your bottom lip as you finally cum, riding his fingers as discreetly as possible as your legs shake from the orgasm. You could feel the warm, slippery liquid begin to drip out of your hole, pooling between your thighs. You’re praying that it’s not too much and you can get away with it when you stand up later.

levi kisses your cheek and you can feel him smile against your skin. “good girl, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me when we get back to our room later. Promise.”

#levi ackerman smut #levi x reader smut #levi smut #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #levi attack on titan #hehe i like this #levi x fem!reader

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solarwoniii · 9 months

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heyy :p can you write something for gunwook? ^^ i'm so in love w him like bffr 💔

POLAROID LOVE ! park gunwook

fluff, angst ♡

📸 a/n ; IM SO SORRY FOR RESPONDING TO THIS SO LATE... IM IN LOVE WITH HIM AS WELL ME TOO BESTIE ME TOO (tysm for your request, i had a lot of fun writing this!)

📸 synopsis ; spring cleaning with gunwook allows for you to come to the realisation that some things simply cannot be let go. [ CHECK OUT THE MINISERIES ]

📸 contains ; boyfriend ! gunwook x fem ! reader, kissing, pet names ; babe/baby, mentions of slut-shaming and bullying, lmk if i missed anything !

📸 wc ; 2.7k (woah)

spring cleaning was one of your least favourite times of year.

sure, it was nice to go back and look at the memories you had collected with your boyfriend, gunwook over the years.

but it was difficult to sort things into the 'keep' and the 'throw away' piles. there were just too many perfect things. photo albums filled with all of your favourite pictures you had taken together. the on-the-verge-of-broken polaroid camera you had bought after graduating high school and used all through college. souvenirs and gifts you had bought for each other and cherished since.

gunwook opened the storeroom door and peeked his head in, finding you sprawled across the floor with all of the photos and albums, looking through each one. you looked back up at him, meeting his eyes with his restless frown.

he walked over, sitting down beside you.

"how are you going?" he asked, tilting his head to the side to get a proper view at your fixated face.

you groaned in response.

"can't find anything to throw out."

"we don't have to throw things out, you know."

"then what's the point in spring cleaning?" you grumbled, scooting closer to him and leaning your head against his knee. he smiled and put a hand on your head, playing with the loose strands.

"the point is to look at the things we have and cherish our memories. and maybe throw some of the junk out. you're not supposed to try to find the junk, though. you're supposed to have fun."

"cleaning isn't fun." you rebutted, completely disregarding what he'd just said.

"god, you're so negative." he sighed.

"well i'm sorry, mister optimist." you responded gloomily. gunwook reached over to grab one of the photo albums you hadn't opened yet.

"is this the one with our college photos?" he asked, opening the hardcover, grinning at the photos that met his eyes.

you looked up, intrigued by his reaction. he patted the spot between his legs, gesturing for you to sit with him. you took the offer keenly, crawling into the spot and cradling your knees to your chest as you laid back against his shoulder.

"we took these on our first day of college." he smiled, pointing at the polaroid photos on the first page.

you giggled at the old memory, "that hairstyle was not for me."

you flipped the page over, gasping at the photos you'd completely forgotten about. the pictures were both you and gunwook's favourite college memory, polaroid photos you had taken under a cherry blossom tree in spring, the petals on your heads and entangled in your hair.

"i miss this time!"

gunwook hummed in agreement, "you were so cute and stupid in college."

you elbowed his side, making him laugh as he closed the album.

"oh, did you find the charm necklace last week?" he asked, remembering how you had been looking around for the anniversary gift he'd gotten for you in high school.

"no. i haven't been able to find it since we moved here."

"it should be in here somewhere." he responded, rummaging through the different things in the box until his fingers found the chain of the necklace. he pulled it out, showing you the piece of jewelry you'd been looking for.

you gasped, taking it and looking down at it excitedly. there were three charms on the necklace, which gunwook had gotten specially made just for you. a love letter, a star and a raindrop, all things that had taken part in the journey of getting to know each other the two of you had taken.

the love letter. that was probably your favourite of the bunch.

being labelled the 'quiet, pretty, rich, smart, popular girl' all of high school wasn't really as glorious as they made it seem in the hollywood movies. nobody really recognised you for what you were. they all had just pretended to like you because of who you were. your status. all of your friends had used you. they boys who confessed to you never really liked you for anything but your looks. and you constantly heard people talking behind your back because of how 'spoiled and rotten' you were.

and then one day you arrived to school extra early to study for your exam later that week, seeing the tall outline of a boy slipping a letter into the gap in your locker door.

normally when you got letters in your locker it was from random people calling you names or threatening you. it was probably the same thing.

you waited for him to scurry away from your locker and down the hallway, disappearing around the corner before nearing your locker. as you opened it, the letter slipping out and lightly dancing through the air until it landed on the floor.

this letter wasn't like the others. it had a pink heart sticker keeping the paper envelope shut, it wasn't scrunched up or covered in strange stains. it didn't look malicious at all.

you picked up the paper, peeling off the sticker, opening the flap and pulling out the paper.

the letter was sweet. it made you feel appreciated for once. every kind sentence made your heart flutter and your face warm up.

if only you had gotten a better look of the person before they ran away. the letter had no signature.

the next few months carried on. life had changed since that fateful day. a new letter arrived in your locker every friday. it was like a nice gift to conclude your stressful week.

it was almost scary how well this person knew you.

but it was nice having someone value you. even if you weren't close with that someone. even if you didn't really know them.

you wished you knew them. it would be nice to be with someone who understood you.

but oh well.

now you were in chemistry class, your table completely to yourself if you disregarded the quiet boy who sat beside you, clearly not by choice as every other seat in the back had been taken by someone.

his name was park gunwook. you knew absolutely nothing about him except for the fact that he was crazy smart. which made sense. the only time you'd seen him outside of chemistry was at lunchtime. he sat by himself in the back of the cafeteria, headphones plugged in as he studied in his own little corner of the world.

and then the teacher said the words of doom and demise, 'your partner for the project will be whoever you're sitting beside.'

you'd dealt with horrible project partners like it was the back of your hand. people who sat back and did absolutely nothing while you had to work your ass off to complete the entire thing. people who were your 'friends' until it was time to start working. people who somehow did everything but help.

but this would be different.

at least you were on familiar terms with those other people.

how the hell were you supposed to work on a project with park gunwook?

the teacher continued to explain the expectations of the project whilst you sunk into your chair out of despair.

however, much to your surprise, gunwook wasn't all that bad. he did the work, he was actually quite fun to talk with and he had a lot in common with you.

even after the project had ended and the two of you had received your perfect scores, you continued to enjoy each other's company. at lunch you stopped sitting with your horrible friends in preference for sitting with gunwook and studying together. you stopped doing work with them in favour for doing it with gunwook. you began to completely steer away from them.

and you were enjoying every single second of it.

the letters in your locker never stopped throughout all of this. they began to double, now you were receiving them twice a week rather than once.

some of them were short, sentence long letters and others were long, poetic masterpieces that you were sure deserved to be published.

you kept and cherished each envelope.

maybe it was inhumane to be in such a relationship with a person who's name you didn't even know.

but that didn't matter. only you and your anonymous admirer knew about this.

weeks passed and gunwook was now your best friend in the entire world. you told him everything (of course, excluding the letters) and he told you everything. he felt like the only reason you were coming to school everyday.

tonight you were attending a party that all of the seniors had been invited to. you had tried to get gunwook to join you, but parties really weren't his thing.

they were never yours either. but your old friends had asked for you to come. and so you did.

when you arrived they pulled you outside to speak with you.

there they called you all sorts of names.

a slut.

a wannabe.

a bitch.

a loser.

they took photos and videos of you crying as they pushed you around and poured glasses of punch over your head, whilst you sat there completely powerless.

the videos got posted online and were shared around everywhere.

now you were the laughing stock of the school. all in one hour.

you sat there at the curb, the flashing lights and the music from the party inside blaring. you stared into the empty road, the rain pattering down onto your back as tears welled up in your reddening eyes.

your brand new dress was now ruined, covered in bright red stains. your favourite necklace was broken, unfixable after they ripped the piece of jewelry off of your neck and stomped it into the pavement. your image was ruined. now you couldn't even imagine going back to school to face them.

"y/n." a voice from behind you spoke up. you turned around, eyes widened at the sight of gunwook. his hair dripping, the puffer jacket he had on over his clothes soaked, his chest heaving as he was clearly out of breath.

he extended his arm out to you, waiting for you to grab it to use as support to bring yourself to your feet before he threw his arms around you in a hug. "i've been messaging you all night. are you okay?"

"no." you croaked in response.

"fuck them." he said, looking down at you, "they don't deserve you," his hand cupped the side of your face as he wiped away a tear with his thumb.

"i hate it here." you shuddered below your breath.

"come on, then. let's get away from here."

and so gunwook brought you away, his arm around your waist as he brought you to the local park. the both of you soaked in rainwater and drenched in complete silence. not a word was exchanged as the two of you stared up into the stars.

you stayed like that for the next few hours. and although you didn't speak, you could feel the warmth of gunwook's presence right beside you. and you appreciated it more than anything else.

when midnight struck, he walked you home.

and at your door, he said the words of magic.

"i love you."

the videos eventually circled back to your parents. they couldn't believe their eyes.

they refused to let you go back to school.

when you finally did, it wasn't to attend classes. you arrived hours before school opened. and whilst your parents stayed at the front office, filling out your school exit forms, you emptied out your locker for all of your belongings.

it wasn't much to your surprise that there was about a dozen letters from your admirer. but you weren't in the mood to open them.

a week or so passed. you would be starting at your new school tomorrow. you laid in your bed and stared glumly a the ceiling.

you missed gunwook.

but you were way to afraid to open your phone and text him. you were terrified of the thought of going over and visiting his house. you couldn't even think about talking to him.

you had just abandoned him. after he had told you that he loved you.

you didn't even get to tell him back.

you rolled over in your satin sheets and sniffled, tears coming to your eyes.

you didn't want to go to a new school. you wanted to be wherever gunwook was. you never wanted to be apart from him.

because in reality, you loved him too.

you loved him so horrendously much.

you'd been in love with this all of this time. but where on earth would you find the words to depict it? he was your best friend. he was your happiness. he was everything you could ever want. and you were just some silly little girl.

you groaned beneath your breath.

you couldn't sleep. just as you couldn't the night before. and the night before that.

you sat up and looked around the floors of your dim room, until your eyes found something that peaked your interest.

the box that had all of your things from your locker. you'd been much to busy to unpack everything. but that wasn't important right now.

the letters. you pulled yourself out of bed and walked over, sitting down on the carpet space beside the box. you opened the lid and took the pile of letter that had remained unread.

your eyes found one that had a flower taped onto the paper envelope. you tore in open and pulled out the paper. the words that laid before you made your soul escape your body.

my dearest y/n, it's me. park gunwook :)

tears raced uncontrollably down your cheeks as you struggled to find yourself. it was him. he'd been there all along. he'd been yours all along. you were just too naive to see to it.

you stood to your feet and put on your slippers. you opened your bedroom door and went downstairs.

you were going to see him. you had to see him.

you unlocked the front door, your eyes widening as you eyes met park gunwook on the other side, his hand raised as he was clearly about to knock. in his other hand was another letter.

a small smile came to his face.

he was crying, just as you were.

"y/n." the way he whispered your name so delicately, as if you were all he knew.

because you were.

you struggled to speak, the feeling of knives inside your throat beckoning as your bottom lip quivered.

it was raining. pouring down as it was that fateful night.

you threw your arms around him in a hug and closed your eyes without a word. he carefully hugged you back.

"i love you." he said softly.

and this time, you got to say it back.

the memories flooded through your head as you looked down at the necklace.

"come on, i'll put it on for you." gunwook smiled, taking it out of your hands. he pushed you hair to the side as he did up the necklace. he grinned as you looked into the reflection of yourself in the mirror across from the two of you, "beautiful." he whispered.

you leaned back against his body as he wrapped him arms around you. you turned to the pile of things until your eyes widened at something you recognised.

the polaroid camera.

you quickly picked it up.

"does this thing still work?" you turned your head to gunwook, who looked at it unsurely.

"well, we can test it out." he suggested. you nodded your head and held it up, making sure the two of you were within frame.

"smile, loser." you said.

flash! went the camera and out came your image. you frowned at the empty polaroid film.

"it didn't work."

gunwook grinned and shook his head, "you have to wait for it. it takes a second." he said, "in the meantime," he cupped the side of your face as he connected his lips to yours in a gentle kiss, "i love you."

you felt a warm sensation rush to your cheeks as he kissed you again. and again. and again.

you were short of breath when he finally kissed your cheek and looked to your eyes lovingly, before down at the polaroid. he chuckled and picked it up.

"we both blinked." he said.

you took the photo from his hands and picked up the camera.

"we can try again." you suggested with a grin.

maybe after today you would stop hating spring cleaning so much.

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whatsaninterestingplacethisis · 5 months

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Flower Boy

Imagine

Nico Hischier x Latina!Reader

Synop: y/n a bitter florist, notices the foreign man that always stops by her work once a week.

a/n: Shy Nico + reader who hates love bc she’s never been in love before?

cw: cussing

Being a florist didn’t really require much work, depending on the day you could be held in the back or on dreaded days in the front left to socialize with people.

There are many types of people who buy flowers in person: 1. Spouses who think of their significant other 2. Spouses who forgot a special date for the significant other 3. Birthdays or house warming gifts etc.

Depending on who came into the small shop, it set the mood for the small talk. Spouses who were stressing about a forgotten anniversary kept silent. Spouses who bought a bouquet of roses wouldn’t stop talking about their ‘honey bun’.

The silence was always preferred over the “my girlfriend this” or “my boyfriend that”. Nobody asked, just take the goddamn flowers to your ‘sweetie pie’.

Lord knew you weren’t getting any flowers from anyone else. Probably the reason why you were so bitter. Either way, the rare chance you were gifted flowers, those babies would die within a week.

Ironic, working at a flower shop only to neglect the ones at home. Not that you had any at the moment.

Anywho you knew every time a fine man that walked into that door was most likely taken. Including the brunette with a backwards cap on scanning the sun flowers. He was too handsome to be single you thought.

You were gawking at him until he started to walk up to the counter.

“Hi, I want a sunflower bouquet but I’m not sure what else to add. Could you help me out?” the brown eyed man asked with a friendly smile

“No problem” you replied with a customer service smile. You walked outside the counter and helped the guy with the arrangement.

“How does this look?” You turned around with the finished design.

“It looks amazing, I really appreciate the help. I don’t know much about flowers but these look great.”

“That’s why im here to help.” You said with a half ass smile as you hand him the bouquet.

“That will be $32” Flowers were expensive too.

“Thanks again, these are going to make my mom smile.” Well that was different, the bouquet were for his mother and not his girlfriend.

“I hope she will.” You said with a genuine smile this time, a green flag noted for the man who buys his mom flowers.

Next week you were in the back, finishing up on bulk orders the shop needed for the following week.

“Hey y/n could you stand in for me a bit I need to take this call, pretty please?” Your coworker Ash who was working the front disrupted your silent shift.

“Sure” the call was probably about their cat, it had some medical issues lately as Ash had rambled on about.

Luckily no one was in the front when you took over and the call wouldn’t have taken too long. But you spoke too soon as the bell rang on the entrance door.

Lo and behold it was the green flag brunette. Instead of looking around he walked straight up to you at the counter.

“Hi” he said

“Hi”

“Did your mom like the bouquet?” You asked

“Huh?” He was almost out of breath when he came in.

“Last week, you were here and bought a sunflower bouquet that I beautifully made.”

“Oh yeah, sorry. Yeah she loved it, thanks.” He quickly said, it looked like he was about to break a sweat

“So what can I help you with today?” You offered your services like usual

“Um well I want to- actually I’m in a rush and- can I just buy a single rose? Is that weird?” He stumbled over his words for the most simplest order

“A single rose it is, not weird at all. It won’t take long.” You turned to grab a single plastic sleeve and walked over to grab the best rose out of the bunch and packed it up.

“Your total is $3.” You handed the rose to Mr. Brunette and softly took his three one dollar bills.

“Thanks…y/n.” He said your name to your surprise

“Uh no problem.” You forget you’re wearing a name tag considering no customer calls you by your name.

He opened his mouth like he was going to say something else but just turned and took big strides out the door.

Next week was organizing the newly ordered flowers on the ground floor. Luckily they came in time before the downpour started. If it was raining it meant less customers were going to show, which of course you didn’t mind.

You were organizing the tulips when the hanging door bell chimed, making you turn to look at the drenched brunette who has always made an appearance every week.

“Hi” you said across the shop in confusion as to why he would walk in the rain to buy overpriced flowers.

“Hi” he tried to air dry his hair with his hands as if he were a golden retriever

“Do you need a towel or something?” You asked as you moved to the back to get one.

“That would be great.” He stood there awkwardly

You handed him a small towel, “Thanks”

“So did the rain inspire you to buy flowers today or?” You joke about his wet shirt and damp hair state

Fortunately, he laughs along. “No, it just surprised me as I walked here.”

“Well then, what can I get you today… I hope it’s not weird to ask for your name considering this is third time I’ve seen you here.”

“Not weird at all, it’s Nico. Honestly any small flower arrangement is fine today, whatever you think looks good.”

“Alright, Nico, I’ll see what I got. Is this for your mom again?” You never initiated small talk with customers but Nico was becoming a regular and you wanted to know if he was single or not.

“No” he laughed “it’s for a girl.” Thunder hit outside as the sound of your dreams being crushed.

“Oh that’s sweet.” Small talk was over now on your behalf. But the arrangement was going to be pretty either way.

By the time you exchanged the money for the flowers it was still raining outside, too hard for anyone to be walking without an umbrella.

“The rain hasn’t slowed down at all, I think there’s an umbrella I can lend you. It’s in the back just give me a sec.”

“It’s okay really, I don’t mind some rain.”

“It’s no problem.” You went in the back to find said umbrella

“I found it, it’s a bit dusty though-“ but Nico was gone and you were left alone with the flowers.

“So did you ask her- Dude why are drenched? You’re making a mess on my floor.” Jack said to Nico who was out of breath.

“It’s raining.”

“Obviously. So did you ask her for her number?” Jack asks his friend who had been pining over the flower girl, as Jack puts its, for weeks now.

“No. I chickened out last minute.”

“More like again. I mean c’mon I still have the rose from last time. What excuse did you say this time?”

“I said these were for a girl.” Nico motioned the fragile and ruined bouquet from the rain and running.

“Oh my god you’re an idiot. She totally thinks you have a girlfriend now.”

“Well I panicked! If I show up one more time she’ll think I’m a weirdo.”

“Maybe go again later today, when the rain is gone, and ask her out officially.”

“What if she thinks I’m a stalker or something?”

“She wouldn’t be that wrong to be honest.”

“Not helpful.”

“Neither is the rainwater on my wooden floors. Clean up before you go and see her.”

Nico leaving you without a goodbye was weird to say the least and rude. He literally vanished into thin air. Soon after he left the sky was clearing up and turning blue again.

An hour passed by and you were done restocking the flowers and ready to take a needed break. Since you were the only one there, you flipped the closed sign with the clock on it to read ‘will return at 2:20pm’ and locked the door. You decided to watch The Crown in the back room while eating your favorite snack. Although, half way into your break you hear fast and loud knocking.

“What the hell man, I swear some people cannot read.” You complained to yourself and went out to see Nico again but this time locked outside the shop.

You unlocked the glass door and opened it ajar for the guy, “hi” you say in a questioning tone.

“Did the flowers get ruined by the rain? Because I did have an umbrella for you, but you kind of just disappeared right after.” Nico was trying so hard to control his fast breathing, but you noticed. He just kept silent trying to hold in his breath.

“Are you okay? Did you run down here? Or is someone chasing you?” You peered outside the door to see anyone that could be possibly chasing him but no one was out of sorts.

“Can I come in?” he finally says something

You side eyed the closed sign and looked at your watch, there was a little over five minutes left of your break, but whatever right?

“Anything for my favorite customer” you stepped aside to let him in before closing the door again.

“So be honest with me, the flowers are ruined right?” You asked knowing you were 90% right.

“Yeah, sorry, they are.”

“To be expected. Well I can make you the same ones, not free though, I did advise you to take the umbrella.” You didn’t want to sound mean but you were right and Nico knew that.

“Actually, can I get one that you would like, if someone gave you flowers?” This was not a shocking request considering other boyfriends that come in ask the same thing because they don’t know what their girlfriends like.

“No problem.” You always had the same bouquet in mind for this request, very simple and easy to care of, but a sight to see nonetheless.

“Here you go, don’t ruin these ones now.” You joke, hoping it would land and it did with Nico’s smile as proof.

“Hopefully your girlfriend likes them.” You say flatly before turning to clean up the scraps of the arrangement.

“Actually” he whisper yells before you turn around completely. He passes the flowers back to you, with a note of his own with his number on it.

You looked down at the flowers and catch the note, “I thought you had a girlfriend” you asked looking at the man across from you.

“No, I don’t I gave the rose to my friend, he still has it.”

“Oh…?” You say in confusion on what he was trying to say.

“Oh we’re not- he’s just a friend- I’m- this is my way of asking you out and I’m doing a horrible job, sorry”

“So the first sunflower bouquet wasn’t for your mom?” You were totally confused.

“No those were actually for my mom. The rose, wasn’t for anyone, I just wanted to see you again. Sorry if that’s weird.”

“And today’s flowers?”

“Another excuse to see you again.”

You started to smile and almost laughed at his stumbling of words “I see”

“I was supposed to ask you out earlier today but I backed out and now I’m here again.” He says with a nervous smile patiently waiting for your response.

“Thanks Nico, you’ll get your answer when I get back home.” You slyly say before placing the flowers in a vase of water.

“Okay, have a nice day.” He said with zero confidence as he walked out the shop thinking he completely screwed up.

You got home later and set the flowers on your counter, taking the hand written note with you to your couch.

Flower boy (nico)

Hey flower boy, I think I have your answer. Also I think it’s really sweet to give your friend flowers!

#nhl imagine #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine #latina!reader #jells🪼imagines #homies deserve flowers too

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generallysapphic · 1 year

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relax for me, pretty girl +18 (shuri x reader)

shuri needs to relax, again. Bast forbid she actually gets the rest she needs. but you’re her wife, and once more, you’ll make sure she gets what she deserves.

sub shuri my beloved, i’ve been meaning to write about her for so long and i finally CAN! this is the same wife reader from i can take care of you, so reader that one before coming here!

warnings; sub switch shuri x soft dom reader, squirting, multiple orgasms, name calling, pet names, smothering kink, sexual massages, strap on sex, tribbing, sex toy usage, married love making, bottom!shuri!!!!

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translations: ndisondele kakhulu: i’m so close |uziva ulungile: you feel good | uyizuzile: you’ve earned it |

you can hear shuri’s groans of frustration from the lab before you even enter it. after your beautiful week of relaxation and love making, it was back to business as usual. and even though she took her health and her needs more seriously, after a couple of months shuri was back to her old ways— crowding herself in her work, coming to bed late, and taking up long missions with no break.

it saddened you; you knew why she was throwing herself in her work, she wanted a distraction from the year anniversary of her family’s deaths, but she was not well, dark circles under her eyes again, small cuts around her lips because she had been biting at them too hard, her posture was ruined— your poor wife was just so exhausted.

you knew another week of relaxing wouldn’t do much, this way of living was embedded into shuri’s core, and it wouldn’t do anything if she had another week off except relax her for a moment, then she’d be right back to square one. so you had developed a plan.

you would reward her tonight. for all her hard work and dedication, you’d make her relax.

you were going to take charge tonight.

you felt your cheeks heat up at the thought of it; you had always followed shuri when it came to your sex life. she was more than happy to guide you, take control and lead you both in euphoric ways, but tonight you wanted her entire mind, heart, and body to relax, and you knew the only way to do so was to take complete control tonight.

you knock softly on the doors and push them open, griot announcing your presence, “panther, your wife has arrived.”

you walk around the corner, hearing her grumble a soft response and see shuri, hunched over and working diligently on another suit for okoye. you smile, “what improvements could the midnight angel herself require?” and you see shuri smirk a bit, goggles reflecting the suit, “okoye says she’s ‘too hot’ in the suit, im adding perspiratory outlets to release her sweat and make it cool,” and you both share a giggle.

you come behind her, hugging her and leaning on her shoulders, snaking your hands against her abs, “you look so sexy, you know,” you whisper, kissing her neck and ear. she sways her shoulders, not pushing you off but startled by the contact. okay, good, you wanted to get her a little bothered. “and you smell so good,” you practically moan in her neck and she sighs, “my love, i— i need to work,” she whispers back, turning her neck to give you more room to kiss.

you take the opportunity, sucking and kissing at her neck and you can see her hands lower slowly, “i know, baby, but you taste so good,” you moan back, pushing up her shirt and feeling on her skin, and rubbing all over her and she completely gives in, sighing and moving her neck to the side and giving you complete access. you kiss her feverishly, sucking and nipping at the skin there and moving your hands farther and farther up until you smooth over her bra and fiddle with the lace there.

and shuri becomes silent wit just small huffs of air leaving her mouth, and when you open your eyes you can see her furrowed eyebrows and closed eyes and it makes you smile. it wasn’t rare for you to take charge like this, encouraging her to leave her lab and give you some attention and you were sure she’d soon try to take over and begin to lead like she always does but you hold her there until she’s huffing impatiently, moving her hands to hold yours under her shirt and moving to stand. you pull away, the skin wet and making a small noise once you leave her, “hey, shuri, calm down,” you whisper and kiss her ear.

she chuckles a bit, “oh so you weren’t trying to get me all riled up just then?” and you giggle with her, moving in front of her and sitting down on her lap, holding her chin and licking your lips. shuri looks gorgeous like this, mouth parted and lips wet with those blown eyes you’ve seen in the bedroom far too often. “no, my love, i was, i just.. i have a suggestion, okay?” and shuri’s interests are peaked, her holding onto your hips with her steady hands and leaning forward encouraging you to continue.

you exhale, okay, “i wanted to… be in control tonight. like yknow how you always tell me what to do and i follow? i wanted to do it, this time,” you say slowly and wait to see a reaction on shuri’s face, but she waits a bit, the corners of her mouth poking up and her eyes closing a bit. you hear a small giggle before she open them again, smiling at you, “okay,”

your eyes bulge for a second, “‘okay’? really, you’re okay with that?” you double check and shuri nods, pulling you close, “yeah i’m okay with it, usana, i think it’ll be fun, hmm?” you smile shyly, and nod, “i think so too,” you say and lean forward, finally kissing her mouth and wrapping your arms around her neck. shuri sighs against you, ranking her own hands up your shirt and you smile and pull away, “first rule, only touch me when i say. remove your hands, lovely,”

shuri scoffs, “i didn’t know we were doing rules,” she says sarcastically, rolling her eyes and taking her hands from your skin, letting them rest on your thighs and you speak again, “and rule two is watch that mouth, i want to make you to feel good, not punish you,” you say, standing and you watch shuri’s mouth quirk up, “i doubt you could come up with a punishment i can’t handle,”

you shrug, taking her hand and leading her away from the lab table, “maybe. so for tonight, just listen to me and be good, okay pretty girl?” you ask looking directly into her eyes knowing the nickname does things to her. you see shuri swallow a bit, nodding and speaking breathlessly, “yeah, yes. okay, i’ll be good,”

and you smile, knowing she’s putty in your hands.

if there’s anything you know to be true about your wife is that she loves making you feel good and she love when you wear lingerie. and luckily the latter was already in motion.

you had on your newest set, unbeknownst to shuri who sat patiently in the bedroom. it was beautiful two piece, the lace dress was loose and frilly and damn near see through, your nipples exposed and hard from the cold air and your ass was nearly uncovered, the panties weren’t doing much but adding a cute floral pattern to your melanated skin. but, you loved it and you knew shuri would too. you spin around once more in the mirror and put on some more lipgloss before nodding to your reflection, a silent but firm you got this.

you tried to force all your nerves away as you opened the door, peaking, “are your eyes still closed?” and you hear shuri laugh a bit, some subtle shuffling, “yes, baby, they’re closed,” and you exhale slowly, walking out and seeing shuri sat exactly where you left her on your shared bed, still covering her eyes. you smile, “okay, go ahead,” and shuri’s more than eager to take her hands away.

“fuck,” she mutters lowly, looking you up and down and licking her lips. you nearly give in with that look, wanting her to take you and ravish you like she always does but you stay strong and harp it up a bit. you turn and show just the side of your butt, “you like it? i bought it a while ago, never knew i’d wear it, honestly,” you tease and shuri laughs absentmindedly, clearly not paying your words any mind. you can see her hands fiddling with the sheets, clearing wanting to touch you and it makes you smile, “you wanna touch me baby?” and shuri’s eyes meet yours, her clearly not listening until you said that and she licks her lips and nods, “yes,” comes the breathless whisper and you shudder yourself, you didn’t know you’d be that into this— shuri at your beck and call, hungry and waiting.

you lick your own lips and move closer to her, swaying your hips and moving your arms around her neck, “ask me,” you whisper back and she exhales, eyes still holding yours, “please, can i touch you, my love?”

you giggle a bit, surprised at her blatant desperation and nod, “yes, my love, go ahead,” and she smiles back, wrapping her hands around your waist and squeezing the skin of you butt, pulling you closer and kissing at your stomach through the lace. you feel her fingers slide through your panties, moving the fabric around and touching your lips, her cold hands touching the warm slick there and you both let out a breathless moan, you surprised by the contact.

she keeps her fingers there, kissing your stomach and keeping your lips apart with her other hand and she starts to enter you. your eyes close, you want to give in but you don’t, you hold on to her arm, “uh uh, take— take them out, love, not yet,” you stutter out and shuri groans, removing them, and placing her hands at her sides. you look down at her through your lashes and sigh, kissing her forward, “i know you want to please me, baby, but tonight’s about you, okay?” she nods, so clearly wanting to be good. you kiss her nose and place your hands on her shoulders, adding pressure, “lean back for me, okay love?” and shuri nods, shy but obedient and you can feel yourself leak at this vulnerable side of her.

she’s all on the way on the sheets, and you climb on top of her, smoothing over her legs and coming to her chest and kissing there. “my pretty girl,” you mumble into her skin and she smiles and sighs, leaning all the way back now, head against the pillows. you feel her breasts in your hands, moving the skin around in your fingers until you reach her nipples, mouth suckling on one and your fingers squeezing the other. shuri’s breath picks up and you hear small moans leave her, hands finding the sheets. you suck the skin there for a few moments, until both of her nipples are hard, wet and puffy and you smile at the sight, deciding to move downward.

you kiss down to her navel and she chuckles a bit and you smile, “ticklish, love?” you whisper out and look up at her. shuri’s on her elbows now, eyes glossed over and clearly infatuated with the sight of you pleasuring her and the look she has in her eyes has your mind spinning. she nods at your question and you nod back, getting back until you reach her boxers, a dark, wet spot greeting you there. you lick your lips, sliding your hands against her thighs and coming up between the clothing there. you call her softly, “shuri,” you whisper in between her legs and she hums back, eyes twisted shut and not looking. you kiss her thighs, “look at me love,” and she opens her eyes, eyebrows furrowed, “keep your eyes on me, okay, intombi entle?” she moans at your xhosa and nods, eyes still holding yours.

you smile against her skin, sliding her boxers down and her beautiful pussy comes to view, a line of slick still connecting it to her boxers as they slide down her legs. she huffs at the contact, the cold air flowing on her clit and you shush her, smoothing your hands over her thighs and kissing the kiss there, actively avoiding her heat. shuri’s hips buck, clearly wanting your attention elsewhere and it makes you smile. shuri’s so rarely this desperate but you’re also so rarely this cruel— usually you give into shuri completely and fully, moving the way she wants and giving into her entirely.

you kiss more and more at the skin around her pussy but never getting too close to her lips, not even close to her clit. she huffs, “you’re being mean,” she whispers out, still holding your eyes once you look up. you nod, “i know i am, watch your mouth,” you mumble back, sucking on her thighs and she whispers again, “please, please ikumkani wam, i need you, please,” comes the breathless response and you shudder yourself, grinding down on the sheets below to give your own clit some friction.

you pull away from her thighs, looking up at her, “ask me, shuri. i have no idea what you want, love,” and she leans her head back and groan, her gorgeous throat in view. you make a reminder in your head to bite her there more often. she leans back and finds your eyes, frustration clear on her face, “please, my love, please eat my pussy, i need your mouth on me, on my clit,”

you lick your lips to hold down the gasp that was bound to escape you. so explicit, you think and nod, “of course, my sweet girl,” before you get caught up in what she said. you lean forward, sighing at the sight of her pussy, leaking and gushing all for you and from your teasing. you smile, rubbing a finger through her slit and separating her lips, shuri moans loud and unashamed, leaning her head back once more. one of her hands comes to her chest, playing with her puffy nipples and you moan at the sight. you lean forward and suck a kiss on her clit, the nub twitching in your mouth and her pussy leaking around your chin.

shuri moans louder, and you look up and see her closed her eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth and her hand working diligently against her chest. you pull away from her clit and she groans, “eyes on me, shuri,” you reemphasize and she moans and nods, opening her tightly shut eyes and you get back to her clit, sucking and holding her shaking thighs open with your hands. shuri holds your gaze, moaning and sighing, trying so hand to keep her eyes open.

you love the taste of shuri on your tongue, her pussy leaking on your chin and her hole squeezing around nothing. you flatten your tongue when you feel her hips move, obviously needing more. you move one hand from her thighs, sliding your fingers between her lips and pushing inside. “oh, fuck, y/n,” shuri calls in a hushed tone and you hum around her clit, the vibrations sending another slew a moans from her.

you push another finger inside and move them in and out slowly, still sucking on her clit softly and she bucks, “please, please, i need— mhmm, need more,” she all but begs and you moan yourself, grinding more aggressively on your sheets to alleviate the pressure on your clit. you listen to her, thrusting your fingers harder and harder and deeper into her until— “uhhh, right there, please, please—!” and she sounds so lovely, her moans all the way deep in her chest, her fingers squeezing the sheets.

you hold yourself there, pulling away from her clit and speaking, “tell me how it feels,” you say, your voice sounding so different than what you’re used to. shuri hears it too, fluttering her eyes a bit, and then opening them and responding, “feels good, feels so good. you’re so good,” and you nod, angling your fingers deeper and you see her eyes roll back, your rule of keeping hers on you leaving you because you can tell she’s about to cum.

you breathe, “you gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” and she’s nodding, bucking her pussy against your hand and you nod back, even though she can’t see you, and you put your mouth back on her clit, sucking at the bud and you feel it jump in your mouth, twitching along with shuri who moans louder, “i— i’m cumming, fuck, i’m so close, please don’t stop, cumming—!”

and you feel it; her pussy squeezes around your fingers, gushing out more cum as her clit pulses around your lips and you moan at the feeling, not relenting much like she does you, and you hear her moans become high pitched sighs as she gets more and more overstimulated. you pull away after you feel her thighs squeezing together. her pussy looks beautiful, milky white and pulsing. you sigh, running your fingers through her cum. shuri sigh, and leans back, shuddering as you play with her.

you smile once you get a good look at her, one forearm is coving her eyes the other still in the sheets to calm her down, thigh still twitching and shaking. you lean down and kiss her legs, “you alright, my dear?” and she chuckles a bit, nodding, “yes, i’m okay, shit,” she curses and you laugh, getting up and sitting next to her face, looking down.

you smile once she moves her forearm and looks at you, “you did wonderfully my love,” you praise her and she smiles, a bit shy and she leans up, “can i kiss you?” she asks, sweetly and you blush and nod, leaning down and capturing her lips. shuri’s so sweet like this, so pliant and loving, not like she hasn’t been this way before but it’s a whole new side of her entirely and it makes you flush inside.

shuri leans up more and deepens the kiss, more than eager to please you and you can feel it. she anxious, her hands moving to touch you but then remaining obedient and placid. you smile as you watch her and pull away, “you want to touch me, shuri? make me feel good?” you tease and she nods, biting her lip and holding eye contact. her hands are still moving, she’s so needy and it’s making you pulse in your underwear. you lean down and kiss her again, speaking against her lips, “what do you to do, hmm? tell me, baby,”

shuri huffs, obviously upset she still can’t touch you, “wanna make you cum, i want your pussy in my mouth,” she says desperately and you giggle, “you want me to sit on your face?” and youre mostly joking to see her reaction and you do— shuri’s pupils nearly explode behind her hooded eyelids and you can see the breath that catches in her throat. she nods but you shake your head. you lick your lips and double down, “ask me, pretty girl, say it,”

she’s immediate, “please, sit on my face my love, smother me,” she gasps out and you have to keep your cool but shuri’s driving you crazy. you want to give in and completely fall over, drop your dominant facade and let her take control but instead you nod, trying to remain calm on the outside but your stomach is swirling and your positive your underwear have been ruined. you move to straddle her stomach, shuri watching you all the way with hungry eyes.

you rub yourself on her abdomen, her muscles flexing against your pussy, “you feel me love?” and she nods, watching you mesmerized, “be a good girl and don’t touch okay?” you ask once you lift your hips, leaving a damp post of slick on her abs and she nods, looking between your pussy and her own. you slide your own underwear off and shove them somewhere, your pussy hovering right above shuri’s face.

you lick your lips and hold steady on the head board, “tap twice if it gets too much okay, baby?” and shuri nods, she barely heard you and you chuckle once more before finally lowering down on her mouth.

shuri slurps you up quickly, her jaw working diligently and aggressively against you and the sudden contact makes you moan aloud and unashamed. you sigh through your nose once your feel her mouth on your clit, sucking and licking and it causes your hips to rise up, alleviating some of the pressure. shuri’s not having it apparently, and she uses her hands to lower you back down, grabbing desperately at your butt and using her strength to hold you there.

you gasp, eyes wet with tears and mouth drooling, “shuri— shuri, i said— haaa! i said no handsssss ugghffuckk,” but it’s useless, she’s holding you taught and you can’t help but rut your hips against her mouth, your juices flowing all the way down her chin and neck and you can hear yourself being worked on through her mouth. she holds you open with her experienced hands, working her index finger in your core and adding more pressure. you whine, hand squeezing the headboard and the other ripping up the sheets. your noises could be heard all throughout the castle.

your orgasm approaches fast, faster than you wanted and it makes you groan, hips grinding against her on their own accord as you chase your release. shuri must feel it too, she hums against your clit and the vibrations make you moan and gasp her name, “shuri, shuri ndisondele kakhulu,” you sigh and shuri pays you no mind, still working and flexing against you.

you sigh out, head lolled back, “i’m cumming, aahhgg fuck, fuck, shuri shuri i’m cumming—!” and you can’t hold it, you cum all over her mouth, squirting against her chin and your clit pulses between her lips. you feel lightheaded as you come down but shuri doesn’t stop, still sucking and preening on you and it makes you dizzy, soft squeals leaving your mouth and you can’t leave with her hands still around your thighs and you squeal, “p-peach!” and she hears that, letting go of your skin and you move away from her mouth, gasping and falling over on the other side of the bed, your chest heaving and you can hear shuri trying to collect her breath as well.

you let out shaking breaths and try to sit up and collect yourself, “i.. i said no touching, shuri,” you mumble out and you know you don’t sound nearly as tough as you want and you can see it in shuri’s face once she turns to you, she’s not taking you any more seriously than you are yourself. “i know. i’m sorry,” she whispers, lips still wet but you don’t believe her. once you’ve stopped spinning you sit up and look at her, “oh, you will be sorry my love. don’t cum for the rest of the night,” you let out harshly, stepping down from the bed and walking around it, wobbling only slightly.

shuri leans up and watches you, smiling slightly, “i can with hold an orgasms for weeks, my love, this isn’t much of a punishment,” she chuckles to herself and you’re not looking at her, only grabbing the toys you wanted from the closet. “oh i know dear, that’s why i’ll be using these tonight,” you say turning around and shuri can’t see what you’re holding from afar but she understands your tone. you can see a bit of her smile fade away and she leans down on her forearms. you walk over to her and lean over, laying out all the toys on the bed, “lie down and be still,” you instruct and shuri holds your gaze before following suit, leaning all the way back on the bed.

you take out the massage oil, so much still left from the last time you both used it. shuri had made this aphrodisiac-esque massage oil that you both had used maybe once; it was extremely effective, she had only used it on you and you had cum and squirted 7 times with one toy and her fingers alone. now you wanted to see if she could do the same. you dropped some on your hands and looked at her as you spread it around your fingers, “don’t cum, okay ikumkani wam? can you be good?”

shuri watches you with intense eyes and nods, but you shake your head back, “shuri, i need you to say it, you know that,” and she sighs, “yes i’ll be good,” and you nod, leaning down to kiss her head. your hands are oiled as much as you want and you dig through the bag again, pulling out two vibrators, showing shuri her options. “which one, love?” she looks between them, sighing, “the blue, please,”

you nod, handing it to her and straddling her and moving to her other side, cutting on the vibrator yourself, guiding her hand to love it on her clit. shuri huffs, eyes sliding shut and you giggle, lifting up and rubbing the oil on her chest, spreading the liquid all over her already sensitive nipples. her mouth hangs open and you can tell her nipples have already become damn near inflamed with ecstasy, her aphrodisiac working within seconds.

you coo, “oh you’re so pretty shuri,” you praise her, kissing her cheeks and she moans at the contact, “so pretty for me, huh, mami? am i making you feel good?” and shuri moans, nodding and you see her legs twitch, her hands stuttering and moving away from her clit but you lower them back down, shushing her whiny moans, “mhmm, i know my love, i know.. but you look so gorgeous like this,” you reemphasize, squeezing her nipples through your fingers and shuri’s back arches, “shit! oh my love, please, please, you’re being cruel—!” she whines out and you fake hurt, twisting at the skin more.

you lean down and slap right against her clit with your hand, right below the vibe and she jumps and moans. “watch. your fucking mouth, shuri,” you curse at her and she moans, eyes still tightly screwed shut and she whines, “i’m— i’m, im sorry please please, make me cum, i need it,” she moans out and you moan with her, moving away from her chest and pushing two of your fingers inside her, opening her legs up with the other hand, the contact making shuri buck against you and squeal.

shuri’s pussy instantly reacts to you, squeezing around you and accepting your fingers with ease, “such a filthy girl, taking my fingers so well,” you mock and shuri’s head is tilted back, hand shaking and thighs threatening to close but you hold them open, “keep your legs still, baby, be good,” you reemphasize and shuri whines, shaking her head slightly and you gape at her, “no? are you telling me no?” you ask, thrusting in her much harder, curling your fingers and pressing right against her g-spot.

shuri screams, “please! oh Bast, i’m cumming, i’m cumming, y/n, please let me cum—!” and you speak over her begging, “no. you haven’t earned it,” you hear her wet gasps, her pussy is starting to flex around you and you think she might cum anyway. shuri babbles more, mouth drooling, “please, please please, i’m so close, i’ll be good, i promise, my love, i promise!” and she sounds so pathetic, it makes your pussy pulse a bit, and you realize you hadn’t cum again and shuri was inches away.

you sigh and taking your fingers out of your wife, moving her hand holding the vibe from her clit and straddling her instead, rubbing her clit against yours and you both let out long, drawn out moans once the contact and friction start. shuri twists and watches you with wet eyes, you start rutting against her, your wet skin kissing hers.

you moan and pick up your thrusts to get to where she is, “when i cum,” you pant out and lean down to her mouth, “you can, too, okay?” and shuri nods, squeezing the sheets and being good and not touching you. you see her eyes close and her eyebrows furrow, mouth hanging open and tits jumping with every one of your thrusts. you whine at the sight and you can’t help but feel selfish, “shuri, shuri, touch me, mami, touch me,” you moan out and she opens her eyes and nods, leaning up and capturing your mouth and you wrap your arms around her, she does the same and holds your hips steady playing with the skin there. you kiss her greedy and sloppy, like she’s your only life line.

your pussy fits perfectly into shuri’s, you’ve found. when you move together her clit perfectly shapes yours and to say it’s an addiction is an understatement. you feel your body ascend, damn near, as your orgasm slips against your skin and you can feel shuri bucking and moaning in your mouth, obviously so close herself. your clawing at her back when you finally release her mouth, “oh, shuri, i’m so close, i’m so—unnffff— cum with me, please cum with me baby,” and she nods, head in your shoulder and you can feel her shaking against you.

shuri squeals, “i’m— i’m cumming, can i? oh my love, please, please can i cum for you?” and it’s her last question that has you twisting and moaning, a loud squeal leaving your chest as you squirt against shuri’s pussy, and she moans in tandem, cumming right behind you and your both holding on to each other, thighs shaking and bodies still moving against the other.

you finish first, your head spinning while shuri follows suit, gripping at your hips and holding you close as you both come down. you whine, grabbing desperately at her coils and pulling her into a wet kiss, the both of you falling back onto the bed, limb entangled and pussies still wet and twitching. but you’re not quite satisfied, you wanted just one more thing.

you lean up first, kissing against her tired face and moving slightly. she huffs in disappointment, not wanting to let you go just yet. “shuri,” you call softly and she mumbles to acknowledge you, but you need her eyes, her full attention. you call her again and she opens her eyes, looking fucked out and exhausted. you exhale, “i wanna fuck you, okay? can i?” and shuri sighs, head falling back and she nods, before correcting herself, “yes, please fuck me love, i want to be good,” she whispers and you smile, leaning up to kiss her chin, rubbing up and down her sides, “you’ve been so good, darling, keep talking okay?” and she nods, letting you go once you begin to pull away from her.

you reach for the bag of toys you had left on the side of the bed and gather yourself to put on your strap. you’ve fucked shuri maybe about three or four times, it’s rare and it’s extremely vulnerable for shuri so you take your time with her and never pressure it out of her. you kiss at her hands once you’re all ready to go, grabbing some lube while you do so. you look her in the eyes, “you’ve been so good, my love, so cum as much as you want okay? uyizuzile,” you tell her sweetly and she smiles and nods, holding on to your hand and bringing it down to kiss it.

you adjust yourself against her, sliding the strap against the cum settling on her pussy and she shudders, her head falling back against the pillows and you smile, proud of yourself for taking care of shuri so well. you push forward once you’ve done enough teasing and shuri gasps, thighs twisting and her hands finding the sheets as you move inside her.

you slide in and out of her with ease, pressing on her abdomen and giving her the pressure on her cervix she’s addicted to. shuri groans, eyes rolling to the back of her head as her back arches and her hands rip at the sheets. you sigh and moan at the sight of her, talking her through it, “does it feel good, my love? tell me, please, let me hear you,”

she moans louder, assuming you found her g-spot once more and she nods, “yes, yes, oh— my love, uziva ulungile, so good,” she says back sweetly, bringing on hand to her chest and playing her nipples. you smile and swat her hand away, squeezing the skin there with your own fingers, and shuri takes it, moaning and biting at her lip.

but you know shuri, you know she needs more as soon as she starts to whine and move her hips more and more. you sigh and lean down, kissing her, holding one of her hands against the sheets, “you need more, my love?” and shuri nods, coils stuck to her forehead because of her sweat. you speak again, the rutting of the boxer against your clit making you moan against her mouth, “what do you need, sthandwa, tell me and i’ll give it to you, i promise,”

she whines back, “t-touch me, touch me here,” and she guides your hand to her clit and you sigh when she does, rubbing the bud in sweet, achingly slow circles. shuri groans, “h-harder, please my love, harder, i can take it,” and you feel your own hips stutter, her voice making your body jump and you sigh, nodding, “such a good girl telling me what you want,” and you lean back up, moving her thighs to thrust harder and deeper, keeping the hand on her clit in tandem with your thrusts.

shuri squeals, nodding and grabbing at the sheets again, “oh, my love, just like that! don’t stop please, please!” and your own eyes roll back at the sound of her, the black panther herself giving into you so easily. you speak, “look at you darling, taking me so well, aren’t you such a good girl?” and shuri whines, the pressure proving too much for her but she still talks back, “i’m— oh, fuck! i’m your good girl, y/n all yours, all for you, right there, please please please—!” and you nod, kissing at the skin on her legs and adding more pressure to her clit, her gasps making you smile.

you feel her pussy squeeze around you and her legs begin to close in on yours and you rub against them, teasing, “cumming already darling?” and she nods, eyes leaking and mouth huffing. you don’t let up though, “cum for me shuri, be my good girl and cum for me, let me see,” you whine against her and she shakes, listening to you wholeheartedly and yelling your name once more then cumming hard, her pussy practically shaking and squirting some. she moans, loud and long, twitching against you and you watch in genuine awe of her.

you slow your thrusts but keep your fingers working against her clit, until she sobbing and shaking, her hands against yours and silently asking you to stop. you pull out slowly, letting shuri calm down and see the thick ring of cum covering the base of the strap and smile. you sigh and catch your own breath before sliding out of the boxers and tending to shuri, coming to her side and kissing her everywhere you could softly, whispering praises, “such a good girl, shuri, did so good for me, mami, breathe, breathe,” and shuri whimpers as her mind calms down, sighing and holding onto you as closely as possible.

shuri takes a moment before she opens her eyes again and you look at her and smile, “hi, love,” and she laughs a bit, still breathless, “i can’t feel my legs,” and you laugh back, kissing her arms and then her face, “then i did well,” and shuri smiles, pulling you down for a real kiss, moving her lips deeply into yours and keeping you there.

you pull away first, mostly to check in, “are you okay though, my love? it wasn’t too much was it?” and shuri shakes her head, smiling, “it was excellent, darling you were great. and thank you, i… i think i really needed it,” she admits and you smile back at her, kissing her nose, “i know, pretty girl.”

the next morning, shuri’s struggling to keep her balance once she’s back in the lab. many of the scientists are worried about her, coming to her aid and offering stools for her to sit in and she always refuses, saying she’s fine and that she’s just pulled something.

when you walk in with okoye later that morning, shuri’s face gives it all away and no one offers her anymore aid that rest of the day. you giggle and okoye rolls her eyes, “when will you learn some decency for the rest of us poor souls?” and you laugh harder, shoving her a bit and shuri turns to her, “i don’t have to fix your suit i hope you know! i’m only being kind because i have to!”

and okoye is turning to leave, sighing out, “oh i know! don’t fix it, have aneka sweat in those things alone!” and shuri rolls her eyes. you walk up to her, hugging her side, smiling hard, “i can’t believe i have you walking funny, how the tables turn, huh?” and she gapes at you while you laugh, shoving you playfully and kissing you to quiet your boosting.

bottom shuri my beloved, i will keep you in my heart forever and always 💕💕💕💕 (also i wanted this to be longer but i’ll just have to make a different story entirely and that’s okay!)

and again special thank u to @inmyheadimobsessed for giving me this information that i will use forever! bottom!shuri truthers rise!!

and as always reblogs, likes, and replies are always appreciated !! thank u guys sm mwah mwah love!

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loves me (like im brand new)

TW: this fic deals with sensitive topics, specifically referencing sexual assault, as well as the recovery process, including mentions of flashbacks and references to dissociation. read at your own discretion

hey so this is entirely self-indulgent. ive been having a rough week (and im sure based on the content you could probably understand why) so yeah, it's not much. but take this as i try to cope (and finish the ttds au)

title is taken from call it what you want by taylor swift

wilbur soot x gn! reader

word count: 1.9k

The floor of the bathtub seemed to become your best friend during trying times. There was something about it that just became comforting when you felt like reaching out to anyone wouldn’t help. And it would help to reach out, but you couldn’t help preferring to spill your secrets to the bathroom floor.

It was too late at night for most people to be taking a shower, and you knew that. You’d been in here god knows how long, your phone left forgotten in your bedroom. The water was turned as hot as it would go, your skin left a blazing red in response. You didn’t know what triggered the episode, maybe the date was a little too close to the anniversary, or maybe you’d thought for a second that you saw the guy who assaulted you a few years back. In reality, it was a combination, you were always much more aware of your trauma this time of year, when memories of abuse and unmeaningful “i love yous” went rampant in your brain. There wasn’t much you felt you could do at times like this. The water helped, though. It hurt slightly, but the burn of the water was stronger than the memory of his hands on you. Everytime you did this, you hoped the water would allow you to scrub the hands off of you, but each time you could never feel clean. Your body wouldn’t feel like yours fully. You tried to stave off flashbacks and memories, forcing yourself to be grounded by focusing on tiny details in your apartment’s bathroom, the grout of the tile, the stains at the bottom of the shower curtain, the way the lightbulb would occasionally flicker. That lightbulb usually annoyed you, but now, you felt thankful for it as it’s random flicker would pull you out of your thoughts when you slipped into them.

You wanted to leave the shower, part of you wanting to go curl up in bed and put on so many layers until you felt like your body didn’t exist. But any attempts at moving made your brain yell at you once more, leaving you stuck in place.

A knock on the door startled you, your heart rate spiking, you didn’t have roommates, who-.

You question was cut off before you could even finish it.

“Darling?! Are you in there?” Wilbur, your boyfriend, sounded alarmed. He wasn’t supposed to stop by tonight, he was supposed to go hang out with Tommy, so why was he here?

“Wilbur?”

He seemed to let out a relieved sigh. “Are you alright? Can I come in?”

“I- yeah, you can come in,” you spoke, just loud enough for him to hear. He opened the door, quickly moving over to where you were, kneeling down next to the shower.

“What are you doing here, Wilbur?” I asked softly.

“You weren’t answering, I got scared.”

“I told you I was going to take a shower, didn’t I?”

“Darling, that was almost four hours ago,” He frowned, reaching a hand into the water to fix your hair, but pulling back once he felt the temperature. He looked at you, getting a better look now that some of the steam had left the bathroom. “Love, your skin is burning red, that cannot feel good. Come on, let’s get you out of there.”

You groaned lightly, leaning your head against the side of the tub, “I can’t.”

“What do you mean, love?”

“I just- I can’t, I feel…” trapped, haunted, exhausted, stuck, “frozen.”

He nodded, even though he didn’t fully understand. “Are you okay with me touching you?”

You thought about it for a moment. Anyone else and it would’ve been a no, anyone else and it would’ve set your brain into overdrive, but Wilbur never made you feel anything but safe and loved. You nodded after a moment.

He stood, leaning forward and turning off the shower. He got into the tub behind you, carefully lifting you and helping you stand.

“You’re gonna get wet,” you complained softly.

He just shrugged, “I don’t mind. I’m sure I’ve left enough clothes here that I can find something if it bothers me.”

You sniffled a bit and nodded. He carefully got you out of the tub, grabbing your towel and wrapping it around you gently. He pressed a gentle kiss to your head.

“Let me grab your pajamas, okay?” He went to grab them, but you reached a hand out and stopped him.

“Wait, I-” you paused, looking down a bit shyly, “I don’t want to be alone right now.”

He gave you an encouraging smile, nodding, “That’s alright. I’ll stay with you until you’re dry, and then we’ll go together. Sounds good?”

You nodded softly at him, taking a seat on top of the closed toilet seat cover. You looked down at his jumper, “Sorry again about your jumper.”

He shrugged, pulling the jumper off and tossing it out of the bathroom, wearing a simple white shirt underneath, “Doesn’t matter. Not as much as you do.”

You looked at the ground after he spoke. You didn’t feel like you mattered right now. It had nothing to do with your boyfriend, he was being so incredibly kind, and you couldn’t ask for anything better. But your head fought back and forth between feeling Wilbur’s love and feeling like you were back in that room from so many years ago. You pulled the towel tighter around yourself, and it was like you could feel Wilbur’s frown. He knew you too well, knowing your tells whenever you retreated into your own head.

“Darling, look at me,” He spoke softly, kneeling down in front of you.

You slowly looked up at him, met with nothing but kindness in his gaze.

“There you are,” he smiled softly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head violently, “No- I… not now.”

He nodded, rubbing your back gently, “That’s alright. Are you ready to get dressed?”

You nodded, and he carefully leaned down to pick you up, walking to your closet. He set you down once you were there, keeping his hand at your back. He looked around for a moment before grabbing one of his sweaters and a pair of old sweatpants, “Here.”

You took them, and he helped you get dressed, the both of you taking your time. Once you were dressed, he took your hand, walking you to bed.

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” He asked softly as you sat down on the bed.

“Could you hand me my water bottle?” You asked softly, pointing at the bottle sitting on your desk. He did so quickly, and you drank from it quickly before setting it on your nightstand.

You didn’t quite know how to get the words out to ask him the next part, so you just patted the bed. He understood, sitting against the headboard. You came over, laying down against him gently, and his arms were quick to fall around you, holding you close.

He kissed the top of your head, humming a soft tune. Once you’d relaxed enough, you spoke quietly.

“I thought you were going to Tommy’s tonight?”

He shrugged, “You weren’t responding, so I got worried. His girlfriend is there anyways, so he wouldn’t notice if I was there or not anyway.”

“Still, you didn’t have to come here,” you spoke softly, and he scoffed.

“I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to.”

You nodded, burying your face against him lightly. You wanted to tell him what happened, it just took a few minutes to actually get the words out. “Today sucked.” You spoke quietly, taking a deep breath before continuing, “I just… it’s around this time a few years ago that I was- I,” it hurt to say, and Wilbur knew, piping up softly, “I know.”

You nodded once more, continuing, “it’s just… it feels so much more real around now, and so I just feel so much more sensitive to everything. The tiniest thing sets me off into a flashback, and it’s like I can still feel those hands on me sometimes, and it’s just- it’s overwhelming.” You sniffled softly, “The hot water helps, I can feel it more than the stupid fucking hands, but I just- I’ve rubbed my skin raw so many times, and I can still feel it. I’ve never felt clean since then, but it gets so much worse around this time, and I just can’t help but feel gross,” you sobbed softly, burying your face further against his chest.

Wilbur held you close, rubbing your back gently, “I don’t think you’re gross.” He spoke, “I know that it might not mean much coming from me, but I don’t think you’re gross, or unclean, or anything like that. I think you went through something shitty, and that you survived. And I also know that I adore you, and I adore learning more about you. Everything about you is new to me. Each piece makes you up, and I feel honored to learn about all of it, even if it feels like a curse, because I know that it all brought you to me, the same way I know the stuff I went through brought me to you.”

You sniffled, wiping at your eyes, “Thank you,” You whispered. It meant more than he’d probably ever know to hear him describe you as new.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead gently. “Of course, love. Your past is not you, it’s like a piece of clay, you know? You can’t change it fundamentally, but you can change how it looks and how you use it. It doesn’t define you, it just makes up part of you.”

You sighed softly, “I wish it didn’t, though. I’d rather it have never happened.”

He frowned, “I understand. If I could change the past, I would, just for you. But since I can’t, I’ll do anything you need me to because I want to make sure you are okay. It’s what I’m here for.”

You nodded, and he carefully wiped at your eyes. After a moment of trying to calm your tears, you, strangely enough, started laughing.

Wilbur smiled, giving you an incredulous look. “What is it?”

You chuckled, shaking your head, “Just feel a bit stupid.”

“Why?”

“For not telling you earlier. I’ve felt like shit since like 2P.M., I just didn’t want you to worry”

He smiled, brushing a bit of your hair back, “Darling, I’m constantly worrying about you. I mean this lovingly when I say you stress me out every day, especially when you text me in the middle of the night to show me the bugs you see when you walk around town at night.”

“It’s always fun doing that, though. Plus, you know I’m always heading to see you.”

He flushed a bit, chuckling softly, “I know. But it does make me worry.”

You smiled, gently taking his hand in yours. “Thank you for showing up.”

He squeezed your hand gently, “Of course. I’ll always show up for you, darling.”

You closed your eyes, curling into his side and yawning out slowly. The dark feeling in your chest was still there, but it felt smaller with Wilbur around. It was much more bearable with him there.

“Goodnight, love,” He gently pecked your lips, holding you lightly.

“Goodnight, Wilbur.” With him by your side, everything felt lighter. You could breathe, with him by your side, and you were able to fall into a quiet slumber.

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surferblues · 1 year

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stay in bed | e.p

warnings SHORT, 18+ only minors dni, slight praise kink, dumbificaton, oral,ex!, softdom!elvis, and ofc sexual themes.

pairing boyfriend!elvis presley x fem!reader

He was insufferable. He knew what he was doing, but you were not going to stay in bed - you were not going to give him what he wanted.

With his heavy arm pulling you against his heavy chest, making sure you wouldn't be able to move - it was going to be beyond hard getting out of his grasp without waking him up.

Your's and Elvis's career's weren't much different, with you both being in Hollywood's eye and tabloids for your looks every week - you could say you and him were Hollywood's hottest couple of the sixties.

He had the voice and the pretty looks, and you had the acting and the pretty looks - not much of a big difference. You knew about the bets and flashy headlines put on your relationship and how long it would last.

articles claiming no longer than a month! but you and elvis had surpassed your month anniversary long ago. you two had met filming, him being the lead man and you the starring lady - cliche? very much.

he and you kept your relationship quiet and on the low for a few months, but god, he was head over heels! you were bound to get caught in public smooching, because quite frankly, he couldn't keep his hands to himself!

prime example, being now - the current situation you were in.

you were going to be late fo rehearsal if he didn't release you, if given any other chance, you would love to be in the arms of the man you loved most - anytime but now!

you slowly tried to lift his arms up, being quiet and careful. "Baby stay still," He murmured in a daze, pulling you even closer. Elvis's grazed his arms from where they wrapped around your torso, placing both of his hands on either side of your waist.

"elvis, I've gotta' get up." you pushed his chest away, but with him being much stronger than you - you didn't get far. "no, stay in bed with me." he slightly opened his eyes to get sight of you - pouting his lips .

"you're so pretty in the morning,honey, y'know that?" he cooed groggily, placing kisses on your collarbone as he parted your thighs with his knee.

"elvis, you know im busy today." you groaned, but your words were quickly cut short when you felt his hands grazing towards your lace panties - that and alongside your thin bra were the only things covering your body.

"oh, honey, i can be quick and easy with you." he rasped, cooing at you as if you were sensitive as fine china. he slowly began tampering with your panties, slipping down to your knees - he's done this too many times, he's perfected it by now.

"besides, y'always tell me how good i am with my hands. why let them go to waste?" he chuckled lowly, his cold fingers slithering dangerously close towards your folds.

"don't twist my words." you whimpered, you were in too deep now to refuse him. Elvis slipped two fingers into you without warning, making your jaw drop as you let out a breathy moan.

but before the shout of pleasure could slip from your lips, elvis slickly placed his lips on yours - swallowing the moan.

while his other fingers were pumping in and out of your whole, his hand slithered on your neck as the heated kiss intensified - his thumb pressing down lightly on your neck.

Elvis pulled his fingers out of you and began kissing down your neck to your collarbone, "ill be right back, honey." he winked, leaving you confused and needy. he moved from the side you, and used your parted legs as an advantage.

Elvis positioned himself between your legs, placing bold kisses own your stomach, repositioning himself so he was completely under the blankets now. You felt him peeling your panties down your thighs slowly before his mouth immediately came in contact with your heat.

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Full Circle - Won't You Come Out to Play?

Part 2

Larissa Weems x fReaderOC

Hello all, so I got a few requests for part 2 of Full Circle! I'm sorry it took so long, but I'm so glad that you liked the first part! There will be a part 3 (smut) but i'm going to tie it in with golf.

~6.8k words.

✂ Song: Dear Prudence by Siouxsie & The Banshees (linked at bottom)

If you need a refresh, pt 1 is here.

Warnings: A bit of misogyny, harassment, alcohol

Tags: @dopenightmaretyphoon @danverssawyer @dingdongthetail @notmeellaannyy @lvinhs @kimiinou @im-a-carnivorous-plant @barbarasstar @lostmyotheraccount @readingtheentrails

☾☾☾

The next couple weeks were far too busy for your liking. Your boss was calm and kind, but lately she had been busy and stressed, which meant that you were as well. You hadn't had time to venture to the golf course, even though you were missing it dearly.

Something else you were missing dearly, was your father. The anniversary of his death was coming up next week, and you'd be lying if you said that you weren't in a rut.

Sunday, you sat on your couch, soothing your pains with a tub of chocolate ice cream. It was a gorgeous day outside, but nothing you could dream of had the ability to your ass up and moving.

As you sat and wallowed in your self pity, a text lit up your phone. You ignored it at first, until you glanced down and saw who it was from.

Larissa (from golf)

How are you, darling? I haven't seen you in awhile :(

You opened your phone and smiled down at the text. Someone else that you were missing dearly, was Larissa. Since you last golfed with her, you have been slowly coming to the realization that you adored the tall woman. The parts of her that she showed you, and the little that you did know about her, had you thinking about her often, and becoming increasingly enamoured with her.

She was truly gorgeous, inside and out. She was smart, funny, caring, soft, selfless, and just absolutely ravishing. The thought of her had you kicking your feet and blushing. You felt so safe and calm in her presence, she brightened your day whenever you saw her. She was one of a kind, truly.

You have been thinking about what Glen and Tom said, 'She likes women, and she's single.' As giddy as that made you, for some reason, you couldn’t help but question why she was single. Why was a woman, a woman like her, single? Had the gods put this glorious woman loving woman in front of you just to spite you? Just to make you crazy? Perhaps she was crazy? Unattainable? Well, she had twenty years on you, which didn't bother you, but maybe it would bother her.

Yes, that's what she was, unattainable. She was lovely, and as you said, one of a kind. There was nobody else like her, nobody else in her damn league.

You

Hi Larissa! I'm fine, how are you? I've been busy with work, but I hope that you've been at the course enjoying yourself :)

Larissa (from golf)

I've been out with Tom and Glen a few times, it has been fun. It's not as enjoyable without you there, though ;)

You held back a giddy laugh, what a flirt.

You

I miss it :(

Larissa (from golf)

Won't you come out to play next week, Prudence? :)

You

Of course! What day are you free?

Larissa (from golf) <3

Saturday at 5?

You sighed, Saturday was the anniversary of your fathers death.

Alas, what better thing to do on that day besides golf?

You

I can't wait! See you then :)

Larissa (from golf) <3

Take care, darling!

☾☾☾

Saturday had been harder for you than you had anticipated, which was why you found yourself late for golf. You pulled up to the golf course, basically running to the first hole, and found Larissa waiting patiently, wiping down her clubs as she basked in the sun. You trained your eyes on her as you slowed your pace and walked up behind her.

She truly looked angelic, her light blonde hair becoming gold in the sun, and her figure outlined in a soft glow. You stopped and let yourself breathe for a moment, taking in the sight before you and committing it to memory.

Damn, Glen was right, you did have a crush. The more you thought about it, the more you realized that you were downplaying it.

"There you are, love" Larissa smiled, turning around when she felt a presence behind her. She was wearing a light yellow striped polo and a white golf skirt. You had to stop yourself from gasping when your brain registered the image before you.

"Sorry I'm late Larissa. I really have no excuse" you chuckled.

Larissa shook her head and batted her lashes at you, "No worries Prudence, I was just enjoying the sun."

When you got to hole 5, you were setting up to drive, gauging your swing. It had been a peaceful day so far, you and Larissa had been chatting and taking your time.

You heard a golf cart pull up on the path next to you, and you stopped what you were doing. To your total annoyance, the younger man who had served you the other day, and also made rude comments about Larissa, got out of his cart and walked your way. You heard Larissa mutter 'fuck' under her breath.

"Larissa, you're looking fine, as always" he said with a cocky smile.

"Jake, why are you here?" Larissa's eyebrows quirked up in question, an unamused frown on her face.

Jake gestured to another young man behind him, "Why, Brad and I just wanted some playing time with you ladies." He then gazed past Larissa, and set his eyes on you, looking you up and down.

"I haven't seen this one around before, she any good?" he asked Larissa.

"She is, very good. But I would appreciate it if you would leave us to play by ourselves" Larissa basically spat.

"You want her all to yourself huh?" Brad chimed in.

"I can see why, she's hot" Jake said, chucking and nodding to Brad.

You took a deep breath as you looked to the grass. You didn’t want to do this, ever, but definitely not today.

"I'll make you a deal woman" Jake said, gesturing to you. "Let’s play together. If you beat me on this hole, I'll leave you both alone today; but if I beat you, you have to go on a date with Brad."

Your face fell to one of disgust at his words. And why would you want to go on a date with this pretentious, ugly, lowlife man? Was there a reason anyone would want that?

Larissa was shocked at his bet, and she turned your way to gauge your vibe. You were standing there, leaning against your driver, face scrunched up, repulsed. It brought a little relief to Larissa, knowing that you were in fact, not interested in this cocky man, and that you'd rather stay with her.

She turned back to the boys, her fists tightened beside her body in anger.

"She will be doing no such thing." You let a small smile form on your lips.

"Fine, then I bet you, Larissa. And when I win, you have to go on a date with me."

You let out a loud scoff as Jake's lips curled up into a smirk. You then stepped away from the tee and stood closer to Larissa. You watched as her eyes widened, she would be doing no such thing, no such childish thing.

"I will not be-" "I accept your bet, Jake" you said, interrupting Larissa. Larissa looked down at you, eyebrows set in confusion as she took you in.

"Except when I win, you leave Larissa alone, for good" you stated, indefinitely. Jake chuckled and shook his head, "Fine, deal."

"Ladies before gentlemen" you said, gesturing for him to step up to the tee first. He frowned at you, but pulled his driver and made his way up. You heard Larissa giggle behind you, then you felt butterflies in your stomach over the sound. You didn't want to do this, but if you were going to, you were going to do it right.

As Jake set his tee in the ground as you took the time to plan your hits. It just so happened that you were exceptionally good at this hole. You paid no mind when Jake drove the ball, as it didn't matter anyway. You then set up and drove your pro v1, sending it the same place that Jake's ball had landed.

"Well, let's go" Jake said, hurrying Brad into the cart. You looked up at Larissa and ushered her into the cart, following close behind them. It wouldn't be easy to cheat at golf, but you didn't trust these boys, not for a second.

As you drove down the fairway, Jake stopped at his ball. You didn't know exactly where yours had gone, but it was around this area.

"Here!" Larissa said, pointing to the pro v1 in the grass. You let out a menacing laugh, it had traveled further than Jake's.

You watched as Jake pulled a wedge, and shot his ball to the green. You did the same, sending your pro v1 to the green, and hiding your smirk as you did. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves, you really wanted to impress the older woman. But you were lucky, this was going surprisingly well.

As you played, Jake and Brad murmured comments to each other, some of which you caught. Sometimes Jake would say sexist things to your face, and every time you would tell him to shut up, or Larissa would spit back at him, but it honestly fueled you to do better.

As you ventured back to the cart to grab your putter, you felt Larissa's hands at your shoulders. She leaned down to your ear from behind, whispering in a way that made you hold back a shiver. "You're doing exceptional darling, show them who's boss."

Her praise was enough for you to end up with a birdie and amusedly watch Jake struggle to sink his ball on par. You watched as Jake threw his club to the ground and cursed, to which you threw your hands in the air and ran over to Larissa.

"Hell yea!" you hollered, jumping up and high fiving her with both hands.

"Great job darling! I knew you could do it, I'm so proud" Larissa said, wrapping her fingers around yours. You blushed as you held her hands, "Well, at least he'll leave you alone now."

You heard Jake and Brad talking loudly behind you, and didn't hesitate to turn and walk up to them. Larissa couldn't hear your conversation from where she was, but she watched as you pressed a finger to Jakes chest, your jaw clenched in anger. Your gaze bore into Jake's eyes, relentlessly speaking.

"If I ever see you talk to Larissa or glance at her inappropriately again, I swear to god I will haunt you forever." And that was that.

You sighed as you finished the last hole on the course and sat in the golf cart. Larissa could see plain as day that you were tired, worn out perhaps, and she placed a hand on the small of your back.

"What's got you down, darling? Tired?" she asked sincerely. You nodded your head, averting her gaze, until you felt a tear trickle down your cheek. Larissa leaned over and wiped it away gently, you turned as your gaze met hers. She looked down at you with worry, her blues silently asking if you were okay.

"It's the anniversary of my fathers death" you murmured.

Her shoulders dropped, "Oh Prudence I'm sorry darling, I didn't know."

You shook your head and looked down at your hands, "No it's okay. I figured there was nothing better for me to do today than golf."

You took a deep breath and looked back up at her, your lower lip wobbling.

"Being with you makes me feel better" you whispered.

Larissa pouted, her arms wrapping around you and pulling you close. You laid your head on her shoulder, the warmth of her body bringing you a sense of peace.

"You did so well today, showing up those immature boys. I know what we should do" Larissa whispered.

You pulled back and tilted your head in question, "What?"

The woman smiled as she stepped on the gas, "We should buy you a new driver!"

Larissa took you to the shop, and you slowly made your way around. There were a few drivers that caught your eye, but there was one in particular that would match your set perfectly. You walked up and checked the price, letting out a hum in thought.

Well, that was an issue. It was very pricey, even though it was on sale.

Larissa watched you ponder over it, then walked to you with a toothy smile.

"This one is nice Prudence, it matches your set perfectly."

You nodded, setting it back on the rack. "It is, it's just a bit pricey."

You walked around some more, pondering the other drivers before settling against the wall and checking your phone. You watched Larissa as she looked through the irons, and you took the time to stealthily check your bank account.

After a couple minutes, you decided that you could afford it, barely. You sighed, walking over to the driver and picking it up.

Larissa had watched you check your phone out of the corner of her eye, she knew what you were doing. She decided in that moment that she wanted to make you feel better, to give you a little joy on this rather depressing day.

"Are you happy with this one?" she asked, taking it from you to look it over.

"Yeah, I guess I'll get it. I really need a new one."

Larissa nodded, handing it back to you. You took it to the counter and gave it to the man, digging for your card.

"$600" the man said, and you almost threw up.

"One sec, I'm just looking for my card" you replied, digging through your bag in a rush.

Larissa took this opportunity and walked up to the counter, then you heard a beep. You stopped your rummaging and turned to her, wide eyed.

"Do you want your receipt?" the man asked. "Yes, please" Larissa replied.

She then took your driver from the man and held it out to you.

"L-Larissa?" you stuttered, not believing for a second what you had just witnessed. Larissa smiled and grabbed your hand as she drug you outside, basically shoving the driver into your hands so that you would take it.

"Why, what, why did you pay for this? I-I can't take this!" you said loudly, beginning to panic. Larissa placed her hands on your shoulders and bent down to your level.

"Shh darling, it's alright. I wanted to do something for you. I want you to know that you deserve to be treated well Prudence, and I want to see you happy."

You took deep breaths, getting lost in her deep blues as you listened to her soft gentle voice. "That's-it's so much money though. I don't want you to spend that on me" you whispered, lip quivering. Larissa smiled and pulled you to her.

She mumbled into your hair, "You're worth it darling. Don't worry about the money, because I'm not worried about it."

You almost laughed, you couldn't help but think that only a rich person would say something like that. Your breathing settled as you focused on her heartbeat against yours. Tears gathered in your eyes over this rather emotional day, and you buried your head into her chest and held her tighter. "Thank you, Larissa."

☾☾☾

You were practicing your putting skills with a friend after work. Mark was very good at his job, and he had helped you out with many things since you started. He had just gotten into golf, so in turn you offered to teach him a few things.

Larissa made her way to the entrance of the clubhouse, doing a double take when she spotted you. Her heartbeat picked up, you weren't hard to notice, your distinct look and beauty made you easy for her to spot. She tilted her head in question as she watched you converse with a man, helping him out by adjusting his arms and putter.

Larissa obviously knew how to putt, but in that moment she wished that she didn't. She wished that she needed help with something just like that.

She watched as the man took his try at putting, then he leaned in close to you and whispered in your ear. Larissa's eyebrows furrowed as she took in the scene before her, and she felt herself become a bit defensive. She didn't really know why, but she felt a little, bothered? She wanted to march over to you and interrupt, push herself in between the two of you.

Perhaps she was jealous?

"Do you have the things?" Mark whispered to you, hoping nobody would hear. You tried your best not to let out a laugh, he was being so secretive about something so normal. You reached into your jacket pocket and handed him a brown paper bag that contained condoms. Mark was a sweet and quiet man, and he and his girlfriend were not very outgoing souls. He asked you recently if you'd get him some condoms, as he was too nervous to buy them in public. You were glad that he felt comfortable with you, and you understood where he was coming from, you didn't mind helping a friend out.

Larissa headed towards the washroom, her legs taking her there without question. That man didn't seem like a threat, well, why would he be anyway? It was alright if you liked men, it was alright if you were with someone. She wasn't with you, she really didn't even know you that well. Yet, she couldn't help but be bothered by it.

She quickly shifted into the form of a middle aged man in light golf attire and exited the washroom, making her way to the putting green. When she got to the green she pulled out her putter and eyed you as you were practicing your technique.

The man was gone, hopefully, and you were rather focused on your ball. Larissa's eyes raked over your form, from your determined expression, to your outfit, to your shoes, to your club, to... she looked down at the green and caught something gold on the ground. Was that…a condom?

'Alright, a little more to the left, don’t hit it so hard' you thought to yourself.

"Hi there" a tall man greeted, smiling down at you. You tilted your head in surprise as you looked up at him. He spoke with a British accent, had very light hair, wore pristine attire, and looked rather...well you'd say it, prude.

"Hi" you replied, offering a light smile. As you took him in, you noticed his blue eyes and pale skin, and you couldn't help but think that he'd be perfect for Larissa, if she were into men. You quickly clenched your fist at the thought. Thinking of Larissa with someone else, a man especially, made you bothered, outraged.

Perhaps you were jealous?

"Drop something there, darling?" the man asked, gesturing to the ground. You gazed down as you followed his line of sight, and your eyes landed on a gold wrapper. You pursed your lips in embarrassment as you realized that you had dropped a condom.

"Oh, uh, that's not mine" you lied. The man walked closer to you, bending down and picking it up almost right under your feet.

"Not yours?" he asked, holding it in his hand. You stared at it for a second, feeling embarrassed by the situation. It just felt weird, dropping this, of all things, at a golf course and a man, of all people, finding it.

You shook your head, "Nope" you said, popping the p when you did. The man shrugged and shoved it into his pocket, nodding and bidding you a good day.

Larissa knew that was a weird encounter, and that it would leave you confused. She couldn't help it, though, why did you have a condom? It had to be yours, it was under your feet, and you were the only one on the putting green. You looked really, really embarrassed, even guilty when she had asked about it. There was nothing wrong with having condoms, obviously, but she couldn't help but wonder why you had them. You were far too sweet, to pure to be in the hands of a man. She could take care of you better than any man could, in many ways.

There were hints that she had gotten from you that made her think you may fancy her, but she has been fooled before. She hoped that you were not messing around with men, and she really hoped that you were into women, into her.

☾☾☾

Today you were out with Tom, Glen, and Larissa, and you had no bad feelings about a certain slimy dude slithering around. On top of that, you were really excited to use your new driver. Larissa warned the elder men that she may be late, so Tom and Glen decided to start without her.

"Nice driver you got there" Tom said, admiring the driver in your hands.

"You save up fast, huh?" he added with a smirk. You rolled your eyes at him, you knew by the look on his face that he was messing with you, these old men seemed to know everything.

At the second hole, you watched Glen tee off. You always took note of his technique, as his drives were the best you've seen. Well, besides Larissa's, of course. You suddenly felt long fingers lay themselves gently over your eyes from behind, and you let out a yelp in surprise. You got a whiff of rose and frankincense as a smooth accent filled your ears. "Who is it?" Larissa asked, murmuring against your hair.

You couldn't help but smile wide as instant happiness flowed through you.

"Larissa!" you beamed, turning around and gazing lovingly at the tall woman. Your smile got bigger, if that was even possible, when you saw her toothy grin looking down at you with joy.

She adorned a white sleeveless dress, and her light aesthetic, including her creamy skin, made you feel a bit insignificant, insecure. She was the sun, her smile and warm personality lighting up your day with ease. She was the embodiment of life, she was vital to get you through the day, everyday.

And you were, well, perhaps the darkness, perhaps death. Your aesthetic was dark, your thoughts were even darker, and you did not shine in the way that she did.

You thought for a moment that maybe you two needed each other, like the sun and the moon, to balance out. That thought quickly faded though, as you were not the moon. The moon was far too bright, far too intelligent, and absolutely nothing would, or should, change her in anyway, dull her light in the slightest.

Tom chuckled, "Oh, so now Rudy smiles." Larissa's brows furrowed as she turned her attention to Tom, "What? Who?" she asked confused.

"You wouldn't have anything to do with Rudy's new driver there, would you Riss?" Glen asked, changing the topic.

"I don't know what you're talking about" Larissa replied, pulling out her 3 wood. Glen looked to Tom and laughed amusedly, making his way over to you. He leaned in and winked, "Good going girl, got her spending money on ya already."

As the day progressed, you came to realize that your old driver was in fact, holding you back. You were an excellent player, and you knew that, but this driver gave you that extra push you needed to travel yards further.

"I'm surprised Jake isn't up Rissa's ass. I haven't seen him around lately, have you?" Tom asked Glen. "No, I haven't seen him" Glen answered, a smile pulling at his lips. Larissa chuckled and looked at the old men in wonder, "What are you two up to?"

Tom raised a brow, "I was just wondering what happened to him, he seemed to be all over you." You furrowed your brows at the men, the way they were talking was obviously sarcastic, and you couldn't help but think that they were hiding something.

"Last I heard little miss here challenged him for Larissa" Glen said, smirking your way. You blushed. "Last I heard he got fired" Tom added. Your eyes went wide, fired? Had you gotten him fired? No, no, he had've gotten himself fired.

"What?" Larissa asked, her mouth opening in surprise. The old men laughed. She narrowed her eyes at them, "Did you two have anything to do with it?!"

The old men looked at each other, "No, no. Wasn't us" Tom said, putting his hands up in surrender. "We would never" Glen added, winking at the woman.

You stepped on the gas of the golf cart, driving Larissa to her car after 14 holes. She had meetings with the board today, which was her reason for being late, and why she had to leave early. You were thankful that she came out today at all, considering how busy her day seemed to be. Yet, you couldn't help but be disappointed at her leaving.

You drove down the path to the parking lot, going full speed. You didn't speak, as your dark thoughts were, for some reason, taking over. You felt suddenly tired and frustrated, like you didn't have the energy to finish the game, not without her.

A rabbit caught you off guard as it fled the line of trees on the right side of the road and ran in front of your cart. You swerved in an attempt to not hurt the animal, almost falling off of the path as you did. You watched out of the corner of your eye as Larissa squealed and gripped the handle of the cart, as your quick turn almost sent her flying out.

"Shit Riss!" you screamed, reaching out and grabbing her by the arm to pull her back in. You set the cart straight once more, and finally reached the parking lot. When you stopped, your heart beat fast, you realized that you were holding onto Larissa like she was your lifeline.

Larissa looked at you with a shocked expression before she burst into laughter. You watched as she threw her head back as a loud laugh racked through her body, her hand coming to squeeze yours.

Her laughter was contagious, despite your depressing and frightened mood, you laughed with her. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you were feeling a myriad of emotions. You could never live with yourself if you had hurt this gift of a woman.

"Darling, that was almost the end of me" she giggled, eyes closed as she tried to compose herself. Tears fell slowly from your eyes as you thought about it. You knew that she was joking, but the possibility of hurting this precious woman wrapped your insides in thick rope and forced them out of your throat. You felt like you may throw up.

"Prudence, what's wrong?" she asked, leaning closer to you with a new found serious expression. You wiped at your eyes and chuckled, "Nothing Riss, I'm really sorry" you murmured. Larissa caught your lousy attempt to hide your tears, and she pulled you tight against her.

"That was fun darling, let’s do it again."

You looked up at her, your eyes glimmering with tears and apologies. "Really?" you whispered.

"Of course, love. Would you be up for night golf? On Friday?"

You smiled, night golf sounded fun, you haven't done that in a long while. "Yes, please."

You drove back to meet Tom and Glen at hole 15, digging out your hybrid. You were quiet for awhile, and Glen and Tom took note of that.

"She likes you, you know" Glen said, walking your way with Tom following behind. You shook your head in disbelief. "No, she doesn't" you chuckled sadly.

"She does Rudy, she told us" Tom admitted. You gazed up at the older men in surprise, but said nothing.

"Did she invite you to night golf?" Glen asked.

"Yeah, she did" you nodded.

Tom smiled, "She wants to get to know you better. She said something about you making her feel younger, making her feel special. I suppose she likes playing with you for the same reason that we like playing with her, but different."

You sniffled as you thought about it, maybe they were right, maybe they weren't always pests.

"I like her, a lot" you mumbled. The older men smiled at each other before Glen placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Okay, here's what you're going to do."

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On Thursday, you found yourself at the mall. You wanted, no needed, a wardrobe update. You often wore pants to golf, but Larissa had inspired you to branch out. You tried on a few golf dresses and skirts, finding enough confidence to buy a black sleeveless dress and a red skirt. You always thought that Larissa looked delectable in her outfits, and you wanted to keep up with her.

Glen and Tom actually gave you some good advice, planning something that you thought would be rather successful, if you could stick to it.

Some days, you were not confident in yourself. You have always been this way, but you worked through it.

Larissa however, was always perfect. Her non judgemental and caring personality made you feel safe under her gaze, but you couldn't help but think that she was too beautiful for someone such as yourself.

When you got home, you couldn't help but feel giddy as you downed some red wine, excited to see Larissa tomorrow night. You tried on your white polo with your red skirt, and decided that it was as close as you'd get to Larissa.

As close as you'd get to being the light, the goddess, the life that she embodied.

For she was the sun, and you revolved around her.

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As the night began to fall dark, you scanned the outside of the clubhouse. You needed a drink (or two) for courage, as you went over Glen and Tom's plan in your head.

It was simple, make a bet with Larissa, win. Make a bet with Larissa, win. Make a bet with Larissa, wi- "Good evening, love."

You whipped your head around to find Larissa marvelling down at you. She was wearing a sage green golf dress, and she looked absolutely exquisite.

"Hi Riss!" you beamed, your heart beat picking up rapidly.

"Are you ready to play, Pru?" She looked down at your drink and side smirked, "Or do you want to have a drink first?"

You nodded as you scootched over a seat and gestured for her to sit. The waiter brought her a glass of red and she held it out to you as her other hand landed softly on your thigh.

"To the end of the summer" Larissa smiled.

You clicked your glass to hers, "To the end of the summer."

The night was beautiful. Many stars were out, shining in the vastness of space and displaying their infinite beauty. The course felt different in the dark, but you liked different. The artificial lights lit up the night peacefully, and you were excited. Nervous, giddy, scared, and excited. There weren't a lot of people playing tonight, and for that you were grateful.

As you and Larissa started hole three, you put the plan into action. You knew that if you waited any longer, you would wait until the game was over. Yes, you were a master of procrastination.

"Hey Riss?" you asked, fidgeting with your hands as you stared from behind. She was setting up to tee off, but the timidness in your voice made her turn around. She walked closer, not stopping until she was directly in front of you.

"Yes, darling?" You tried so hard to hide your smile, your enamour, your nervousness, your feelings, but as you looked up at her, you were almost positive that the truth was written in your eyes.

"Do you want to make a bet?"

You watched as Larissa's eyebrows raised, but her smile never faltered.

"What kind of bet?"

You instantly blushed, looking down at the grass and composing yourself. You looked back up at her, some confidence finding you as you replayed Glen and Tom's words in your head. 'She likes you, you know.' 'She does Rudy, she told us.'

"We will keep score from now until the last hole. If you beat me, well, you can choose whatever you want, but if I beat you.." You took a breath, "If I beat you, I get to kiss you."

Larissa's eyes widened, as did her smile, before she put on a façade, tilting her head to show that she was pondering accepting or denying.

"I suppose I'm down with that, but I'm not telling you what I want until I win" she winked.

You smirked and nodded as relief washed over you, "Fair."

You put your everything into the game. You truly did your best, praying and even manifesting, which you had never tried before, that you'd get to kiss this absolute goddess.

Larissa however, also played her best, which was slightly better than yours. She found it adorable that you had thought of this bet and had the confidence to carry it out, all because you wanted to kiss her. She was proud of you, she was happy, actually she wanted to scream with joy.

You, a beautiful and kind young woman that she admired, that she adored, that she was infatuated with, wanted to kiss her, an old and fragile woman.

Yet, she had a plan of her own, and it didn't involve you winning.

As the game went on, your instincts told you every now and then that someone was watching you. Larissa felt the same, she knew that you were staring her down as well. She blushed and shook her head discreetly, hoping you wouldn't catch her infatuation. She knew that you couldn't take your eyes off of her, just as she couldn't take hers off of you.

When you got to hole 6, you took a washroom break. Larissa was nowhere to be seen when you returned. You looked around as you pulled your driver, and found that you were all alone.

"Riss?" The dark frightened you. You always felt like something, or someone, was going to come out of the woods for you. You placed your tee in the ground while searching nervously for Larissa, perhaps she also went to the washroom. You realized that her clubs were set close to yours, so she couldn't be far.

You shrugged as you lined up your driver, ready to send this bad boy flying and win the bet. Just as you took a practice swing, you heard rustling in the woods. You froze, staring wide eyed into the darkness. Where was this woman? Being alone was starting to creep you out. You shook away your freight, and slowly walked closer to the line of trees.

You stared into nothingness for a moment, finding nothing and hearing the same. You hummed questioningly and turned away, planning on ignoring whatever you had heard, but as you turned and took a step, you felt arms wrap around you and pull you into the bushes.

You screamed as you fell onto your ass, grunting when you landed. You then heard laughter, menacing laughter. No, it wasn't menacing, it was charming.

"Darling, are you quite alright?" she asked through giggles. You turned quickly, meeting Larissa's entertained gaze. "Larissa!" you squealed, swatting at her as you threw yourself into the woman. You pushed her playfully onto her back, hovering over her as she chuckled.

You giggled at her antics, "What the fuck!"

Larissa cupped your face in her hands as she looked up at you. She winked, "I got you."

You were pulled away from your putting when Larissa cooed "You look absolutely ravishing in that outfit, darling." Your jaw dropped as you stared down at the green, a harsh blush appearing on your face. You chuckled nervously, "Uh, thank you Riss. I thought I would expand my wardrobe."

Larissa crept closer to you, close enough to brush her fingers across your waist.

"Very good choice" she whispered. You quickly turned around to face the tall woman, she was closer than you had expected.

You narrowed your eyes at her, "Are you trying to throw me off?"

Larissa smirked and leaned in closer, "I don't have to throw you off in order to win, love."

You swallowed hard, your breathing becoming ragged. This woman knew how to flirt, and damn did she get you going.

At hole 9, you were almost shaking with anticipation. Oh god, why did you think this was a good idea?! You wanted to win, but you also didn't. Alas, you had no choice in the matter as Larissa was a few strokes ahead of you, and you knew that there was slim chance you could win now.

You focused on the game, not saying a word as you acted unbothered by Larissa's soon to be victory. You watched in disappointment as she sunk the ball, and you followed. At this later hour, the night was black, only artificial light allowing you vision.

Defeated, you sighed as you placed your clubs into your bag and sat in the passenger seat of the cart. Larissa didn't allow you to sit for long, however, as she pulled you gently up and placed her hands on your waist.

"This was so fun Prudence, it's always delightful playing with you."

Larissa spoke quietly, and with a sincere expression that made you weak in the knees. You had hugged this woman a few times before, but the feeling of her warm hands on your waist and her face so close to yours made you quiver. She was a vision, half of her lit up in an orange yellow glow, and the rest, darkness.

You smiled, placing your hands on her arms, "It's always a pleasure, Larissa."

You were never the best at picking up on vibes. Yet, the way that Larissa was holding you and gazing down at you, along with the elder men's confirmation, gave you enough confidence to take a chance. You wanted to take it back as soon as you whispered it, but it felt like a reflex, it felt right.

"I like you a lot, Larissa." Larissa's eyes widened as she gazed down at you. She wasn't surprised at what you had admitted, but she was surprised that you actually admitted it.

Actually scratch that, she was surprised. She had hoped and prayed that you had feelings for her, but she never let herself believe that you could, until she heard the words come out of your mouth.

You held your breath as she smiled wide, scrunching her nose up as her eyes crinkled. You swear you'd never get tired of seeing her smile like that.

Larissa quickly pulled you closer to her, your face ending up in the crook of her neck. You breathed in deeply, your heart settling at the smell of her skin.

"I like you a lot too, Prudence."

Your face lit up with joy immediately. You were elated, surprised that she would admit it. Or perhaps you didn't believe that she could like you back, not until you heard it from her velvet voice.

Happy tears slowly gathered in your eyes as you spoke. "I-I really like you Riss. You're absolutely gorgeous, you're funny, you're a joy to be around, your smile lights up my day." You pulled back slightly, cupping her cheek. "I just want to squeeze your cute face every time I see you" you chuckled.

You then frowned as tears threatened to spill. "I can't help but think that you're too good for me, though, too good for anyone. I mean, I don't have a great job, I don't know what I want, some days I can't get out of bed, I'm anxious, I'm insecure, I'm-" Larissa cut you off before you could say anything further with a soft kiss. You shivered as your nose brushed against hers, and then you felt her warm lips on your own. You hummed as you revelled in the feeling, hands wrapping around her neck to pull her closer.

Larissa pulled away slowly, her lips now just unreachable.

"Don't put yourself down, darling. I'm not too good for you. I won the bet, and that's what I wanted. This is what I want" she whispered.

You blushed profusely, hiding your face in the woman's neck as you smiled.

"Thank you Rissa" you murmured, kissing her neck lightly.

Larissa took in a shuddering breath at the contact, she didn't want to let you go.

"Would you like to come back to my place, darling?"

As you two walked off of the course hand in hand, you couldn't help but admire her. You felt so nervous that you could pass out, but her presence brought you all the peace. As you marvelled up at the woman in the dark, you realized something.

She was the sun, you were the moon, and you couldn't help but think that the she belonged with the darkness.

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