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alvojake · 2 months

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idol jungwon wherein he's recording a song with explicit meaning, and her non-showbiz gf decided to spice the song up by including actual sounds of sex

「notes」 : I may or may not have gone a little crazy with this, hehe... but pervy, rough jungwon will forever be my favorite agenda 🙈

Countermelody | Y.JW

「paring」 : idol!bf!jungwon x non-idol!fem!reader 「word count」 : 2.4k

「synopsis」 : your boyfriend has been holed up in the studio for almost two weeks trying to meet his deadline, but no matter what he did he just couldn't find the missing piece. however, when you finally convince him to let you listen to it you realize that not only was it a song about the two of you but also a very sensual and sexy song. partially joking you suggested that you could add the sounds of sex to make it more realistic, but boy did your boyfriend take an instant liking to that idea.

「genre」 : smut

「warning」 : make-out sessions, unprotected sex (NO!), cursing, petnames (baby, bunny...), teasing, clit play, marking/biting, won is a bit pervy, dom!jungwon x sub!reader, public(ish) sex, rough sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, slight bulge kink, praise, slight manhandling, lmk if I missed anything!!

You had planned to bring your sweet, hard-working boyfriend some homemade lunch seeing as he’s been holed up in that production room for days. The lack of sleep is very evident in his features. Jungwon had been busting his ass trying to meet the deadline for his new single, but no matter what he did he felt like something was missing. A key factor that would tie the whole thing together but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what it was. You were willing to help, but he refused to let you listen to the song, saying it was a ‘surprise’ and that he wanted to wait until it was finished for you to hear it. But you were going to make him let you help because you couldn’t bear to see him in this state for much longer. Not just for his sake but for your own as well. You see, during this whole time Jungwon was so absorbed in trying to produce this song that he had completely forgotten about you.

Sure you would see him for that short amount of time that he was in your shared apartment and he did nothing but love you. You love it, god you loved it, but you wanted more than just his innocent kisses and touches. You needed, no craved him so badly and you weren’t sure how much more you could take before you finally burst.

So here you stood behind your boyfriend, your thumbs pressing firmly down on his shoulders trying to undo the knots that had formed due to him working so much. Jungwon just leaned into your touch savoring the feeling of your warm skin against his. He had missed you so much that it was starting to physically hurt, but he needed to get this song finished. The deadline was fast approaching and he was starting to grow more and more anxious the closer it got, worried that he would fail. His eyes stared at the desktop screen in front of him, racking his brain for what that missing piece could be. So lost in his head that he completely missed his name falling from your lips.

“Jungwon.” You spoke a bit louder, snapping him right out of whatever trance he was stuck in. He tilted his head back looking up at you sheepishly, a small awkward smile tugging on his lips as he apologized. “Why don’t you let me help you?” You pouted softly and he just closed his eyes with a sigh.

He really did want it to be a surprise because he made this song with you in mind, but he knew that you would continue to bother him until he let you help. He knew you meant well, but he just hated the idea of it being ruined.

“It’s supposed to be a surprise baby,” He whined before sitting up in the roller chair, pulling himself out of your grip.

“Won, I’m almost one hundred percent sure I’ll love it finished or not,” You reassured him and you walked around the chair, “and,” You easily climbed into his lap, straddling his legs and his hands instantly went to your hips, “maybe I can help find what it is that missing, ya?”

Jungwon looked at you with such a soft gaze that you were sure that you would turn into putty in his lap. However, the smirk that tugged on his lips as his eyes became dark made heat pool in your gut. He nodded his head with a quick ‘okay’ and before you could even question it he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling your body flush against his and rolling forward so he could reach for the mouse. You looked over your shoulder, watching as he went to the audio file before unplugging the headphones he had been wearing. When he hit play a smooth sensual tune pooled out of the speakers and as soon as his voice came through you could feel your body grow warmer.

The words and beat seemed innocent on the outside, but as you really listened to his words you knew what the true meaning was. The song is about begging a woman who was referred to as ‘Bunny’ to let him love her right. How he would treat her right and fuck her in all the right ways. That she should just forget about her lousy ex and choose him. That’s when it dawned on you that he was talking about you. Everything fits you, the nickname that only Jungwon ever gave you. The lyrics match all of the details about your relationship to a tee.

Finally taking your eyes off of the screen you looked over meeting your boyfriend’s hooded eyes. You bit your lip as you wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck. The man in front of you wasn’t the sweet, innocent man that everyone believed him to be, no the man in front of you was a downright dirty pervert. He would take any chance he could get to have you whenever, wherever, no matter the situation. The need to have his dick buried so deep inside of your warm cunt overshadowed any other thoughts.

Which is why this song didn’t surprise you a single bit. It was no wonder that he wanted it to be a surprise, he’d probably show it to you while he was dicking you down in the bedroom.

That’s when a lightbulb went off in your brain, finding the perfect solution for what it was that was missing. You leaned more against Jungwon’s body, the space between you now nonexistent. Jungwon’s grip on your waist loosened until his hands trailed down to grip your ass through the very short shorts you were wearing.

“Whatcha think?” His voice was low but you still heard him loud and clear over the music that was blaring through the speakers. His hands knead the flesh of your ass almost like a cat. Whether it was the feeling of his skin on yours or the fact that you haven’t had sex in a while but you were already dripping in your panties. You hummed before leaning close enough to ghost your lips over his.

“I love it. It’s so… us.” You teased him and Jungwon just smirked, “But I think I know what it’s missing.”

He hummed against your lips, “And what’s that bunny?”

You rolled your hips against his easily feeling the growing bulge in his pants, “what don’t we add the real deal, make it more realistic…”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what you meant, but boy did it turn Jungwon on to unimaginable levels. In seconds his lips were on yours, kissing you with such fever it almost took the air right out of your lungs. You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging softly eliciting a groan from his throat.

“Fuck baby you’re so hot.” He groaned against your lips before pulling away, chuckling when you chased after his lips. You didn’t spare a second before latching your lips to his neck, sucking and biting on the skin. Jungwon was sure that you’d leave marks, he didn’t mind though it was always a pain in the ass to explain to the make-up artist. “Are you sure about this bunny?” He didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, nor did he want to force you if you had just been joking. But as you ground your hips against him with an impatient whimper he knew you were too far gone to really say no. So he clicked a few buttons on the screen, his lips between his teeth trying to focus while your lips worked on marking his pretty skin.

As soon as he had the recorder going he grabbed the back of your thighs, hoisting you up until he was on his feet. A gasp fell from your lips and your grip tightened on his neck. He was quick to muffle it with his own lips, kissing you like it was his last day on earth.

“Wonnie…” You whined out as his lips trailed from your lip to your jaw before finding purchase on your neck. He left open-mouth kisses along your skin before sucking a dark purple mark right along your jugular.

He sat you down on the desk right next to the microphone, wanting to catch all of the little noises you made. He pulled away from you just long enough to tear his shirt off of his body before practically ripping yours off.

“I need that Won-” Jungwon quickly silenced you with another heated kiss promising you his hoodie after, which you were going to keep him accountable to. His hands then wandered from your hips to the band of your shorts.

Jungwon’s mind kept wandering back to the fact that he was recording this and it made him so fucking hard thinking about how every time he was going to listen to this song he’d only hear the pretty sounds of your moans in the background.

He slipped his hand past your waistband and underwear wasting no time in cupping your heat, your slick already pooling in his palm. You were so fucking wet that he was sure that he could slide right in with little resistance.

“Fuck you’re so wet baby, you’re literally dripping on my hand.” You mewled at his dirty words, your brain turning to mush as he finds your clit easily. Your head falls back with a loud moan, not caring if bypassers can hear.

Jungwon watched in amusement as you so quickly were coming undone thanks to just his simple touches. A smirk crept onto his lips when you whined out as he removed his hand from your pussy. However, he grabbed your hips pulling you closer to the edge of the desk before telling you to lay back. If you weren’t so desperate to feel him so deep in you that you see stars then you would be embarrassed with how quick you heeded his words. Goosebumps littered your skin as it made contact with the cool surface. Jungwon made quick work of your shorts and panties, throwing them off to the side somewhere.

His cock twitched in his pants when he caught sight of your drenched hole, mouth watering as the lights gleamed off of your slick. But he wouldn’t last another minute without being inside you.

He pulled the strings of his sweats loose before shoving them down his leg along with his boxers, his cock springing free, the tip red and angry just waiting to be buried in your pussy. You whined out his name when he took the tip and started to tease your clit, “Such a filthy girl, letting me record your pretty whimpers.” He chuckled as he watched your brows furrow as you impatiently waited for him to fuck you. “Imagine how amazing you'd sound when I'm fucking you senseless.” You didn’t get a chance to utter a word before he pushed into you, bottoming out in one go.

You cried out at the sudden intrusion, nails digging into the skin of Jungwon’s forearm. Stars started to cloud your vision when he started to trust into you.

“Fuck I missed this pussy so much bunny.” He groaned against your ear as he bent down, pressing his body against yours. It’s far too long since he was able to last fuck you senseless and god he wasn’t going to do it again.

“Wonnie, it feels- fuck, it feels so good.” You moaned right next to his ear causing him to chuckle, but the sound quickly got caught in his throat when you clenched around him.

“You're so tight 'nd warm around me. Could die being in this pussy.” He groans as his pace turns animalistic, the sweet moans and whimpers leaving your lips only prompting him to go harder.

“Won- fuck Wonnie, ‘m close,” You choked when the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot before kissing your cervix, the combo nearly making you black out, silent moans falling from your swollen lips.

“Look how pretty you are, taking all of me.” Jungwon cooed as he moved one of his hands to press down on your lower stomach feeling himself move in and out of you. Your back arched against him at the sensation, the knot in your stomach tightening to unimaginable levels. He knew you were close with how hard you were squeezing him, so he moved his hand away from your stomach. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his thumb circled sharp circles on your little bundle of nerves.

“Jungwon!” You quite literally screamed as you felt your climax wash over you causing your body to jerk violently, but your boyfriend didn’t slow his movements. No, in fact, he sped up even more chasing his own him, throwing your body into overstimulation.

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as your first orgasm slowed allowing you to feel the sensitivity of your boyfriend's dick hitting all the right places. The only thing leaving your lips were babbles and Jungwon’s name as he continued to pound into you. God it was the hottest thing he had ever seen and he was sure he’d bust right then and there.

Jungwon could tell that another orgasm was on the tip of your tongue with how your body convulsed under him and how your pussy clenched around him so hard. His thumb found your clit once more causing a loud cry to fall from your lips as you tried to get away from your boyfriend’s hands, but his grip was far too strong.

You couldn’t even give him a warning when you squirted all over his cock, your release coating both of your thighs. Jungwon groaned at the sight as he tipped over the edge spilling deep into your warm cunt. His movements slowed allowing the both of you to ride out your highs until he came to a complete stop.

He placed soft, gentle kisses along your collarbone and chest as you regained your breathing and mind. “You fucking squirted bunny.” Jungwon groaned but you were quick to cover your face in embarrassment, “Don’t be embarrassed baby, it was so fucking hot.” He pulled your hands away from your pace before kissing you deeply, you moaned against his lips as you felt his dick twitch inside of you, “God I need you to do it again.” He bit your bottom lip as he felt his cock grow hard once more. It was safe to say that he had plenty of audio to work with after you were done.

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pedriscroquettes · 7 months

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The thought I can NEVER get out of my head for academic rivals is when both of them end up putting their brilliant minds together to solve one thing can we get that w academic rivals gavi plsplspls 😭

here you go anon bae <3

warnings. business class mentions & suggestive content 18+

a/n. literally went through the depths of pinterest to find pictures of gavi in this specific suit. spain needs to bring these suits back idk.

lightly tapping your pen against your lips you kept analyzing the last question on your presentation. while gavi flipped through his many notes trying to find any piece of information that could back up his claim. the two of you had never been paired up for a project before so the newfound territory was not helping either of you. in retrospect the question was quite simple all the two of you had to do was pick the best business offer of the three given to you.

“it’s the third option-” gavi starts

“what? no it’s not.” you scoff. “if our business chose that offer we’d lose more than twenty percent of our ownership.”

“okay, yeah but they’re giving us over a half a million euros plus additional funding for marketing purposes. it’s a really good deal if you think about it.” he stands up from your desk making his way towards your bed.

“not when our company has already made over five million in sales in just one year. we’re fine in the marketing department. yes, we need the money but we also shouldn’t be giving up such a high stake of our company. it’s too risky.” you try to reason as he stares up at you. the red tie from your school uniform making his brown eyes pop out.

“okay fine. which option do you find more appealing then?” he grabs his pen pointing it at you. “and it better not be the first option.”

“well obviously not. it’s clearly the second option. we’re only giving up ten percent of the company and they’re giving us over three-hundred thousand euros which is more than what we need to expand our warehouses. not to mention they’ve also helped thousands of other local companies become big names around the country. it’s the smart choice.” you type down your reasoning as you explain it.

“you know…” he leans over you carefully removing your laptop from your lap. “you get ten times more attractive when you do that.”

“do what?” you look up at him and notice his smirk.

“when you take your work all seriously like that. our company isn’t even real.” he teases you. “it’s so hot.”

you barely have time to react before his lips on yours your hands making their way towards his hair like second nature. his hands trails from your cheeks to your neck before making their way to your ass. you gasp into the kiss as he gropes your ass, the brunette using it as the perfect opportunity to leave a trail of kisses from your mouth to your neck.

“well one of us has to- fuck...” you can barely speak as he places kisses on your neck. “to be the smarter one out of the two.”

“oh, so now you’re the smarter one? i recall you calling me asking me for help-” he tries to tease you.

“you know now that i remember you left your stinky uniform here the other day. maybe you should go take care of that.” you push him off you. “i don’t want my room smelling like sweaty athlete.”

you walk him towards the laundry room dropping off some of your clothes as well. he watched intently as you place his clothes in the washer and carefully pour in some detergent. the act feeling too domestic. he wondered how you could possibly take care of him while you still had your own problems going on. you were too good for him.

“have you ever done it on top of the dryer?” he sneaks up on you.

“you’re disgusting pablo.” you shove him away.

“oh, come on.” he grins.

#chat i have become attached to academic gavi #academic rival!gavi #pablo gavi x reader #gavi x reader #pablo gavi smut #gavi smut #football imagine #football smut #gabri writes #gabri answers

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plentyoffandoms · 5 months

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Glittery Blue (Final Part) (18+)

Gwi-nam x f/Reader

is willing to perform anal sex

Main Masterlist ♡ All Of Us Are Dead Masterlist ♡ Yoon Gwi-nam Masterlist ♡ Jelly Bracelets Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Anal Sex. Choking (but barely) Creampie. Oral sex (m receiving) riding. Fingering

Am I late to this fandom? Oh hell, yes, but the show was so good.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me.

WC: 2112

Well, it is time for the story to end. I had so much fun writing this.

YN'S POV

"She is staring at us again." Sun-Hee said as we were walking to school. Gwi-nam had something else he had to do this morning, so he couldn't pick me up. Which was fine. Gave my mouth and throat a break at least for a couple of hours.

"Jang-Mi is the one who pushed us away because we are hooking up with Gwi-nam and Myeong-hwan." I said to my friend, after glancing back just in time to see Jang-Mi glare at me. I rolled my eyes and looked ahead once more.

"You know she likes Chang-hoon?" I stopped walking, which made Sun-Hee stop walking. "Really?" I asked her.

"Yeah. She has since we were kids, but never did anything about it."

"Maybe we should tell him to ask her out. Maybe she needs a fucking."

"YN!" Sun-Hee exclaimed, covering her mouth as she gasped.

"Don't you try act all innocent on me. I see the way you walk after "studying" with Myeong-hwan."

She thought about what I said about Jang-Mi needing to get laid, as the two of us walked to school.

"I guess you're right. I'll bring it up to Chang-hoon and see what he says." I changed the subject to me telling my parents I am spending the night at her place again.

It has been a few weeks since I first had sex with Gwi-nam, and any time the two of us are even remotely alone, he pulls me into his lap, taking his cock out of his pants and making me ride him, or him fucking my face.

"You ready for it?" She asked me.

"As ready as I will ever be." I pulled my skirt down a bit further, biting back a groan as I felt the plug in my ass.

"He tell you to wear it all day?" She asked me.

"Yeah. He wants me to be a hundred percent ready for tonight."

"At least he doesn't want to hurt you too bad."

I could have laughed at her sweet comment, but no matter what, his cock in my ass is going to hurt.

No matter how ready I am for it. No matter how long I have this plug in there, stretching me out all day.

Gwi-nam is bigger than the plug, and I know he is just going to wreck me.

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I saw Gwi-nam in our class together. He was waiting for me by the door to the classroom. I smiled when I saw him, instantly getting wet as I wanted nothing more than to take him somewhere and have him fuck me.

He has me hooked.

He is like an addiction to me.

He looked me up and down, and he just smirked at me as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me flush against his body.

"Lunch. Car." Was all he said to me before kissing me. Our classmates hurried around us, not saying a word as they didn't want to get on his bad side.

"Come on, you two." We broke apart at the sound of our teacher, who did not look happy to be breaking up another makeout session.

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Thank goodness he drove off of school property for lunch. My hands were flat against the ceiling of the roof of the car, my shirt unbuttoned just enough for him to pull my bra down and wrap his lips around my nipples, taking turns between the two.

My pussy full of his cock as I bounced atop of him. "Still so fucking tight." He groaned as he leaned his head back against his seat, pulling me forward so I was leaning against him.

He wrapped his arms around my body and held me in place as he fucked up into me.

I was basically babbling at this point, to drunk what he was doing to my body, that I didn't notice his hand move to my ass. Not until he started to twist and pull on the plug that is still in my ass.

I cried out his name as I came, gripping his cock with my pussy.

"Fuck." He groaned, willing himself not to to cum inside of my pussy. He fucked me through my orgasm, and then pushed me off of him. I quickly wrapped my lips around the head of his cock just as he moaned at my name, making sure to swallow it all down my throat.

He pushed my head further down until he was in my throat, still coming, mind you. He had to pull my head away from him the moment it all became too much.

I reached into my backpack and took a sip of the travel size mouthwash and popped in some gum.

"You tell your parents?" He asked me as we headed back to school.

"Yeah. Told them I'm not coming home until Sunday as Sun-Hee and her family are taking me up to cottage."

"Good."

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I could hardly pay attention to what was being said in my final classes of the day. I just stared at the clocks, waiting as each second ticked on by.

The final bell rang, and I packed up my stuff and headed to my locker to grab what I would need for this weekend.

I will eventually have to do my homework, but thankfully, it was only some math homework that won't take too long to finish.

I took the usual path to meet Gwi-nam as his car, which he was already waiting at. He was on his phone, probably scrolling through some form of social media.

"You ready?" He asked me without even looking up from his phone.

"Yes."

"Good." He said as he opened the passenger side door. I took one last deep breath, knowing once I step foot in his car, I would no longer be a virgin, anywhere. He may not know this yet, but he owns my body.

No other man will ever bring me pleasure like how he is done. Just the thought of his cock makes my pussy clench around nothing.

The car starts up, and we are peeling out of the parking lot towards his condo.

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Gwi-nam had me folded in half as he fucked me. My own ankles, I was gripping in my hands, his hand wrapped around my throat, cutting off just enough oxygen that it had me seeing spots.

His other hand was between our two bodies, rubbing my clit, trying and succeeding to bring me to another orgams.

"Shit." He hissed as he pulled out of me, making me moan in disappointment. He let go of my throat as well, but continued to rub my clit. I moaned out his name as I came, tired from being fucked for so long.

"Stay there. Don't move." Gwi-nam said as he got off the bed. I did as he asked. I stayed folded in half, my hands gripping my ankles.

He grabbed some lube that I had not tried to look at, from the bedside table. Before he got on the bed, he quickly snapped the Glittery Blue one.

The final one.

The one to end all of this.

Is willing to perform anal sex.

He got back on the bed, already squirting lube into the palm of his hand. I watched as he wrapped his lubed up hand around his cock and started to jerk it up and down, making sure to coat every inch of it.

"Relax." Gwi-nam said to me as he pulled the plug out of my ass. "I need a photo."

I wanted to say no, but deep down inside, I knew I wanted to see what I looked like.

"There, the before photo before I fuck your ass."

Gwi-nam tossed his phone aside and squirted even more lube onto his hand. I jumped slightly when he placed his cold fingers against the entrance to my ass.

"Relax." He cooed once more. "I am going to be as gentle as possible, but you have to relax." He said as he moved his fingers back and forth inside od me.

I did as he asked and waited for him to finish what he was doing. Once he was satisfied with how much lube there was, he cleaned his hand off with a blanket.

He gripped the base of his cock and placed it at the entrance to my ass. I looked down between my spread legs, watching him watch himself start to push.

I closed my eyes and breathed through my mouth, trying to stay relaxed as he inched slowly into my ass.

"That's my girl."

"Taking me so well."

"Made just for me, weren't you?"

I clenched my ass around his cock at what he said. He stopped moving, his head fell against his chest as he let out the biggest, loudest moan I had heard from him yet.

"Don't do that unless, you want me to finish before I get a proper chance to fuck you." He looked into my eyes, and I knew not to play with him, so I didn't move.

"Oh fuck." Was all I said once he completely bottomed out. His hips flushed against my ass.

He didn't move for a long while, probably wanting me to get used to him in my ass.

Gwi-nam then pulled back slightly and thrust back in, testing the waters.

He did this a few times, going a bit harder each time.

"Harder." I whimpered, surprised at myself for wanting him to go harder.

"Harder? Are you sure you can take it?" I nodded my head frantically, wanting him to ruin me.

He nodded his head once, pulled out of me, and dragged me to the end of the bed, flipping me onto my stomach and forcing me onto my knees.

Gwi-nam lined himself up with my ass once more and thrust into me, making me cry out his name, not in pain but with pleasure.

Gwi-nam's POV:

My hands were gripping her hips so hard, trying not to cum the moment I thrust back into her ass.

Her crying out my name caught me off guard, thinking she was in pain, but it was a cry of pleasure.

"Say the safe word if it becomes too much." One nod of the head from her was all I needed to start to thrust in and out of her.

My pace started off slowly, making sure to watch her body and listen to the sounds to see if she was in pain.

"For fuck sakes Gwi-nam, fuck me." She growled out what I can only assume is clenched teeth.

"Hold on, then Princess." Was all I said before I started to really give it to her, making sure to fuck her ass as hard and fast as I could.

She collapsed on the bed, and I followed right along with her, practically rutting into her at this point, but I pulled back and flipped her over onto her back once more, wrapping her legs around my waist to continue our fucking.

"Play with your clit." I said to her, but she was gone. Her eyes were half closed, her mouth hanging open with a bit of drool at the corner.

I slapped her tits to bring her back down.

"Play with your clit." I repeated once more, and she pouted by did as I asked.

"Come on, YN. Cum for me. You know you want to cum with me in your ass."

"Need help." She gasped out.

I swatted her hands away and shoved 2 fingers in her pussy, making sure to match the speed of them with my speed of fucking her ass.

"Oh fuck, Gwi-nam." Was all she said could get out before she came so hard, she squirted all over my hand and my chest.

"That's what I am talking about." I groaned, willing myself not to follow right behind her.

But it was too late. With a cry of her name, I stilled and came in her ass for what I am hoping isn't the only time.

"Gwi-nam." She gasped as I filled her.

Once I caught my breath, I pulled out of her, groaning to myself as my cum started to leak out of her ass and onto the sheets below.

I grabbed my discarded phone and took multiple photos of this moment.

I collapsed on the bed next to her, the two of us not knowing what to say.

The bracelets have all been snapped.

Where the hell do we go from here?

Finished

Black (Part 15) (18+)

Gwi-nam taglist: line through, won't let me tag @thefrogqueen8 @leia2cool @skz-tua-txt-storytimes @withered-rxse @aburned-outgiftedkid @vanillezucker230 @kpopaddict2000 @vanillezucker230 @ihaterule14

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dearestdaffodils · 2 years

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Robby

A/N: inspired purely by this post because a) I love Bob and b) I feel like he would love the reader calling him Robby.

Summary: Bob likes to keep his personal life and work life separate.

It was well known around the base that Bob liked to keep his personal life separate from his life as a pilot. Even his close friends on base knew very little of his personal. If asked, his fellow pilots would simply say that all they knew about Bob’s personal life was that he had an apartment off base that he went home to every day, preferring to drive in every morning.

Phoenix knew more than the others, but only a little. She knew that at noon every day, Bob’s phone lit up with a call from a contact named “darling”. She knew not to pry and Bob never offered an explanation, opting to smile at his phone before letting it go to voicemail. Phoenix also knew that Bob wore a ring on a necklace under his clothes. She had seen it once when Bob left it in the jet. It was a simple silver band, with the word “promise” carved into it. She had never seen Bob wear it, from her observations it always hung around his neck.

Bob’s personal life was a mystery to his friends. And he was perfectly fine with it.

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“Darling?” Bob’s soft voice drifts upstairs, bringing a smile to my face.

“Robby, you’re home!” I beam, bounding down the stairs to hug him.

He smiles, dropping his bag to wrap his arms around me. “Hi, sweet girl,” Bob whispers, tucking his face into my neck as he spins me around. “I missed you today.”

I thought you weren’t supposed to be home till later.” I smile, carefully taking his glasses off so he doesn’t squish them. “Wasn’t everyone going out to the Hard Deck tonight?”

“I wanted to spend time with my girl tonight,” Bob mumbles into my neck. “Plus I didn’t feel like getting my ass handed to me in pool.”

I laugh softly, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. “What if I went with you?” I whisper.

“To The Hard Deck?” Bob gulps.

I nod, smiling shyly. “I want to meet everyone. And from what you’ve told me, Phoenix pretty much already knows.”

“Are you sure?” He asks softly, setting me down gently.

“One hundred percent sure, Lieutenant.” I smile, resting my arms around his shoulders.

Bob blushes pink, ducking his head shyly.

“We can surprise them.” I laugh. “It’ll be fun.”

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Bob and I had decided to take separate cars, showing up at the bar at different times. Bob was already there when I walked in the door, standing around the pool table with Phoenix, Rooster, Hangman, and the others. I make my way over to the bar, sitting down and ordering a drink.

“That girl at the bar is totally checking Bob out.” Hangman smirks, looking over at me.

“W-what?” Bob whips around, pretending to be shy when he sees me.

“Go talk to her.” Rooster urges, taking a sip of his beer.

Bob shrugs, walking over to me confidently as the rest of the group watches in shock. “Hey, sweet girl.”

“Hey, Robby.” I smile, kissing his cheek. “Ready to introduce me to your crew?”

He nods, smiling softly. “There’s just one thing I need to do before that.” Bob cups my face in his hands, kissing my lips sweetly.

I smile, holding the collar of his shirt as we kiss. I start to laugh when I hear noises of shock from Rooster and Hangman, followed by an enthusiastic ‘I KNEW IT’ from Phoenix.

Bob slowly pulls back, helping me up from my seat and leading me over to the group. “Everyone, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. Sweet girl, meet everyone.”

I wave, tucking myself into Bob’s side. “Robby’s told me a lot about you guys.”

“Never thought I’d see the day.” Hangman chuckles, shaking his head. “Our Bob with a girl as pretty as this.”

“Back off, Hangman,” Bob mutters. “She’s mine.”

#robert floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader #robert floyd #bob floyd #robert bob floyd #top gun

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Nightmares

This was a request!! I would’ve posted the original ask with this but I can’t find it anywhere. So sorry anon, but hope you like it!!

Summary: Your encounter with Vecna has left you traumatized and scarred. Riddled with nightmares, Eddie stays by your side every night.

Warnings: None really, curses I think? Just fluff!

Requests are open!

No specific pronouns are used!

It's been one month since the incident in the upside-down, and I don't think I've had one good night's rest since. Every night I wake up screaming in a cold sweat from a nightmare. And due to this, I don't think Eddie's gotten a solid night's rest either. Having to calm me down and bring me back to the real world every time. I feel bad, but at the same time, selfishly, I wouldn't want it any different. He's the only person who can make me feel safe. When his toned arms wrap tightly around me, and my face buries in his tousled hair. I feel as though no one could hurt me. There, at that moment, I'm safe.

"You alright?" Eddie questioned, breaking me from my thoughts.

I had barely touched the dinner that he so kindly made. The dinner was in fact a frozen dinner that I'm not a hundred percent sure was even real meat. But that wasn't the reason for my loss of appetite.

The sun was almost completely set, indicating nighttime was approaching. Meaning in a few short hours I'd be screaming bloody murder.

"Yep." I replied plainly, picking my fork up to poke at the meal and pretend I was interested.

"C'mon you know you can talk to me." He said, dragging his voice out on C'mon. Reaching a hand out to touch mine resting on the table.

"I'm just sick of having nightmares." I sighed, tossing my fork down.

He frowned in response to my frustration, letting out a sigh himself. Not sure what to say.

"I know what'll cheer you up," He grinned standing up from his seat. "That corny ass movie you made me rent yesterday." He laughed, making his way around the table to place his hands on my shoulders.

"Hey! The Karate Kid is not corny!" I protested. Turning my head around to pout at him.

"Yeah right," He chuckled, "Go get the movie ready and I'll pop some popcorn. Okay?" He stated, kissing the top of my head.

After I popped the movie into the VHS player I plopped down on the couch and waited. I could slightly see Eddie in the kitchen area humming to himself and playing air guitar while he waited for the popcorn. God, I love that dork.

"Alright, you ready?" He asked sitting down next to me and placing the popcorn in my lap.

I curled up onto his chest as the movie played. Felling the vibrations of his chest as he laughed mockingly at the film. Hitting his chest playfully when he would make fun of it.

Despite this though, the movie merely seemed to lull me to sleep. And I was snoring before I knew it.

So there I was again.

In the upside-down.

I see the same opening in the fog with Eddie on the other side, sitting alone and crying. I attempt to run but my legs feel as though I'm an infant who has only recently learned to walk. And no matter how far I run, the opening gets farther and farther away.

With a swift move, Vecna's vines attach to my legs and pull my feet from under me. As I'm being drug backward towards my doom I yell for Eddie. Praying maybe somehow he could hear me.

"Eddie! Eddie, please hear me! Eddie! Help me!"

"Y/n!"

Holy shit, can he hear me?

"Y/n! wake up!"

Oh shit.

"Y/n are you awake!" He asked, frantically pushing the hair from my face.

"Oh Eddie," I quietly whimpered, burying my face in his neck. Both relieved and disturbed it was only a dream.

"Shh, it's okay, it was just a dream." He reassured me, stroking my hair with the hand that wasn't wrapped around my waist.

I couldn't say anything back, I just sobbed into him while he held me tighter and tighter.

"That thing will never get to you ever again, you hear me? Never." He said pulling my face away from his neck to look at me.

"Okay, yeah." I sniffled.

As I started to catch my bearings I realized we were no longer in the living room but instead occupied the space of Eddie's bedroom.

"How'd we get in here?" I questioned, looking back at him while wiping my tear-soaked cheeks.

"I carried you in here, didn't think you'd wanna spend the night on the couch." He laughed. And I stared in amusement at him.

I sighed before leaing back into him while wrapping my arm around his neck and gently pulled back on him as I laid down. Settling in as I laid on his chest.

"I love you Eddie" I said quitley.

"I love you too sweetheart." He replied, running one hand up and down my side while the other played with my hair. "Go to sleep, I'll be right here."

I quickly fell asleep, but to my surprise I didn't have anymore nightmares. No upside down, no Vecna, just me and Eddie.

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To the surprise of no one, I wrote it lol. I haven’t reread it so hopefully it’s good lol

Dewis feel better sex, 1200wrds

Lewis sat heavily on the barstool at the far corner of the bar, away from all of the traffic in the lounge. All of the fans, important people, media and most importantly, cameras.

He was tired and more than a little annoyed. He wanted to enjoy his final year at Mercedes but the car was making it difficult.

For someone used to winning and being on the podium at least, he shouldn’t be getting used to being knocked out in Q1 or 2.

But he was.

He wasn’t even phased anymore when Bono’s regretful voice comes over the comms after a lap. He doesn’t know where to find the speed or time in his silver and black shit box on wheels. He’s taking the apexes and curbs, he’s flooring it in the straights, he’s caressing the walls. There’s only so much he can do with a car that didn’t suit him.

A drink was placed in front of him and he looked up to see from where, he hadn’t ordered anything.

“Thanks mate.” A familiar lilting voice came from his left as someone took the seat beside him. A citrusy scent that reminded him of dark rooms, syrupy smiles and champagne curled around his nostrils.

Daniel swiped his long fingers down the side of his own glass, through the condensation. “If you’re not up for company, I can go.” He greeted Lewis, who shrugged and lifted the gifted drink in thanks then took a sip.

The flavor of the tequila coated Lewis’ tongue. “So what brings you here? Don’t RedBull have you all in that skyscraper?” Lewis teased, feeling a flush of pleasure when Daniel laughed. They’d all heard him complaining all week about how high up his room was.

“That they did. But Johnny here makes a mean tequila so I had to come visit him.” Daniel flirted, grinning when Lewis snorted. All Johnny did was pour their preferred brand into a glass and serve it to them.

“Laying it on thick there, don’t you think?” Lewis looked at him over top his glass. Daniel shrugged but didn’t look sorry.

“Well since you don’t like my flirting, reckon you’d like my dick?” Daniel said it around his glass, to muffle his words. Lewis laughed, a happy sound.

“Does that normally work for you?” He teased.

“Hundred percent success rate with seven time world champions, mate.”

Lewis sputtered and Daniel grinned.

“I’d say a 97% at least.” Lewis argued.

“Just because it hasn’t worked yet doesn’t mean it won’t.” Daniel pointed out, finishing his drink.

Lewis gave him a long look, taking in Daniel’s smug confidence. Before rolling his own brown eyes and throwing back the last of his drink. He ignored Daniel’s victorious grin and got off his stool. They both had a shit qualifying, they might as well enjoy the night together.

In his room, Daniel took charge, cupping Lewis’ jaw and kissing him firmly. They’d done this dance often and long enough that it was just a matter of who led and who followed. Clearly Daniel wanted to lead tonight and Lewis would follow him anywhere, trusted him to always make it good.

They made their way to Lewis’ made bed, stripping and giggling as they went. Daniel’s elbow got caught in the bunched sleeve of his shirt. Lewis tripped over the voluminous fabric of both of their jeans shucked to the floor.

Daniel pressed Lewis chest down in sheets and kissed and nibbled his way down corded muscles before biting the meaty flesh of Lewis’ ass. Lewis yelped and Daniel grinned into his skin.

“I’ve wanted to do that since those surfing pictures.” Daniel explained and Lewis laughed loudly, blushing.

“Oh yeah?”

Daniel caressed the body beneath him almost reverently, “yeah.”

“What do you want?” Because it was still Saturday and they both still had to race tomorrow.

“I want to eat you out and you fuck my face.” Daniel said it while rubbing his beard along the hair on Lewis’ thigh.

Lewis shivered, “yeah? Ok.”

Daniel didn’t wait a moment longer to spread Lewis’ cheeks and spit directly on his hole. Lewis groaned at the first pass of his tongue, he was panting at the second. He loved it when Daniel ate him out, loved the almost ticklish feeling that turns into long passes of pleasure.

He rutted his hips on the bed, in time with Daniel spearing his tongue into his hole.

“Fuck.” Lewis moaned and Daniel groaned in response, sending a wave of pleasure up Lewis’ spine and a spurt of precome to soak his sheets. He reached backwards and shoved at Daniel’s head, knowing that if he kept up he was going to come. Daniel gave one last long lick and eased backwards, biting Lewis thigh as he went.

Lewis flipped himself over and locked Daniel’s kneeling form in between his thighs. Daniel licked his swollen lips and rubbed his spit smeared cheek in the meat of Lewis’ thigh like a cat.

“Fuck, you’re good at that.” Lewis praised, standing to his full height and pressing his thumb against Daniel’s plump lower lip— watching as the muscle turned white then red again once he removed pressure.

“Mmm.” Daniel moaned when Lewis cupped the back of his head and fed him his rock hard dick. The flavor of his precome exploded on his tongue like a fine aperitif.

Lewis didn’t give him an opportunity to get used to his length, knowing Daniel didn’t want one. He pressed in in one stroke, groaning at the feeling of Daniel’s wet heat, at his nose pressing against Lewis’ skin. Daniel gripped the backs of Lewis’ thighs for leverage, to hold on.

Lewis thrusted into his mouth like he was on a mission, chasing his nut in the silky wetness. Daniel groaned, tears running down his cheeks as Lewis ruined him.

He felt it, the clench of Lewis’ hands and thighs, heard the stuttering of his breath before the explosion of come in his mouth and down his throat. Daniel reached between his legs to squeeze his own forgotten dick, he was hard as hell and fuck. Lewis sagged back onto the bed and Daniel leaned back on his heels to take in the luxurious beauty that was a fucked out Lewis Hamilton. He stroked his dick like he was watching the finest porno, the one that ticked all his boxes as if it was made for him.

“Fuck- come on me.” Lewis panted and Daniel scrambled to his feet to straddle Lewis thighs. The view was even better from here and he was coming ropes before long with a long drawn out groan.

Daniel sagged onto the bed beside him, the two of them breathing deeply to catch their breath.

“You should fuck me tomorrow.” Daniel turned to rest an arm on Lewis’ chest. Lewis laughed a breathy sound.

“I thought whoever finished lower got to choose. You’re so sure?”

“Mate, the fuckin floor on my car thinks its 2022.”

Lewis snorted before threading his fingers between Daniel’s.

“Mmm how about we deal with tomorrows car problems tomorrow and enjoy tonight.” He offered and Daniel threw a leg over his hips and rested his chin on Lewis’ shoulder.

Daniel gazed into Lewis’ eyes with a soft grin, “yeah ok.”

“Good.”

#yeah yeah of course I wrote it #hopefully I’ve overcome the writers block #Dewis #lewis/daniel #my ficlet

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hoedamn-eron · 7 months

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marc spector - thigh riding

Kinktober Day 4 - Thigh Riding

Warnings: 18+, minors, DNI. Thigh riding, horny reader. I guess kinda Dom!Marc if you squint. Like 2 thigh slaps. Swearing. Marc calls reader 'my girl'. Word count: 831 F!Reader, no use of Y/N. Anon request.

Day 3 ● Series Masterlist ● Day 5

You were a wreck. A mess. A pathetic, horny mess.

Because here you were, sat with (on) your boyfriend, Marc, who was still fully dressed, and you were as naked as the day you were born, his hands on your hips as he gently pressed you down on his thigh.

“That’s it baby,” he mutters.

God, you loved his gravely tone. It always did something for you.

“Tell me how bad you want me, baby,” he mutters, looking up at you with that look on his face; the one where you would fall to your knees and do anything he asked – demanded. “Bad enough that you could get yourself off on my thigh?”

You whined, actually whined. You were pathetic. “Marc, don’t tease.”

You gasp at the sudden and swift slap to your thigh. “You don’t get to give orders right now, sweetheart.

You weren’t one hundred percent sure how you got into this situation, but to be honest, you weren’t in the right state of mind to question it right now. Maybe later. All you could think about now was how…hot Marc was right now. You would never admit this out loud, and it wasn’t like Marc didn’t know it, but you loved when he was demanding, when he was in control of your every move. His hand grabbed your jaw and pulled it towards him, bringing your lips to his in a hot kiss.

You kissed him back with equal fervour, your hands reaching up and cupping his cheeks, keeping him to you. You had to be close to him, you need to breathe him in. You let out a whimper as his hands settled on your hips, pressing you down firmly onto his thigh and grinding you slowly against his jeans.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned loudly, pulling away from him to grind down again.

“That’s my girl,” Marc muttered, looking down at where your pussy was rubbing against his thigh. “Get yourself off, go on. Let me see you.”

You sighed, pressing onto him harder, a moan escaping your lips. Marc smirked up at you as he guided your hips lightly. You let him rock your hips back and forth, your head tilting back at the feeling of his hands, his jeans, his gaze. You struggled to stifle your moans, not that you needed a reason to, it was just and Marc. The feeling of the denim of his jeans against your swollen clit was driving you crazy. Marc could see how riled up you were, faced flushed, breath catching on your whimpers. He was so turned on, but he couldn’t focus on himself right now, now when you looked do delectable; so he flexed his thigh from underneath you, making you cry out his name loudly. You were lost in the high.

“Oh my God,” you whined, Marc’s eyes watching your face as your head tipped back, moans escaping your lips. Your hands fall to hold onto his shoulders, steadying yourself as your pace quickened. His hands trailed from your hips to your thighs, where he let out a groan of his own as he gave another slap again to your thigh.

You were completely lost in your own world of pleasure, not fully aware of your surroundings. You let out a gasp as Marc’s lips suddenly met with the skin of your neck, trailing butterfly kisses down the length of your throat. He found your sweet spot behind your ear, a place he knew so well. You feel him grin as your hip stutter at the feel of his lips sucking at the soft skin, his hands reaching around you to cup at your ass before giving it a squeeze, then a loud, resounding slap.

You let out a groan as you grip onto him tightly, one of your hands trailing up into his curls, sinking into them to grip them tightly. “I’m close...” you whined. “Fuck, I’m...I’m...”

Marc could feel your thrusts growing weak, your movements stuttering. You were going to cum. He smirks at you as he lifted his leg up to meet your core one last time. He could tell you were right there. You just needed a little more coaxing. He pulls away from your neck to look at you. “You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?”

You give another high pitched, desperate whine as you nod. Your orgasm was building rapidly, the knot in your stomach tightening, and just as you were about to let go, Marc slid a hand in between you, pressing onto your clit, hard.

“Holy shit!” you shrieked. “Marc!”

You held onto him for dear life as you came, riding out your high against his hand. Your mouth open as you moaned loudly, before finally stilling, and collapsing against Marc’s front breathlessly. After a few moments, you feel Marc chuckle, and you look up at him, finding him already looking at you with a mixture of love and lust.

“You should do that more often,” Marc quipped, smirking.

#marc spector #marc spector x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #moon knight #oscar isaac

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cinemastyles-blog · 1 year

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Summary: This was a request by @/madxxstyles on Wattpad - “can you also do a plus size y/n who meets him with smut??? It would be awesome if she was confident!”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of alcohol, oral (m receiving), praise kink, choking, slight fluff at end

Master

∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘

The music starts and I shake my hands as I take a deep breathe in slowly exhale. I tilt my head down and smile as it’s now my turn to walk out.

The crowd gasps as if being a plus size model isn’t something you’d see everyday now.

I fight back to roll my eyes and keep smiling. The dress I’m wearing flows behind me perfectly as I round the end of the stage.

I never once messed up on the runway, but today, I about face planted because his eyes made my heart skip a beat.

He sat in the front row, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands, interlocked together as he watched me walk.

My eyes met his and I blew him a kiss as I walked towards him. He brings one hand up to his chin and gives me the worlds brightest smile. I smile and wave to him as I walk by and everyone around him starts to rag on him about it.

“Outfit change. Hurry y/n. The crowd loves you.” The designer says clapping her hands together.

“Really?” I stand still as my team unzips my dress.

She nods, “Oh yes. You’re killing it today.”

I raise my eyebrows in surprise, I thought the crowd really didn’t like me.

“Does anyone know who that boy in the front row on the left side of the stage is? He’s very handsome.” I ask as I slip my next outfit on.

“The one with the fancy hair and tattoos?” Melanie says with a smirk, “That’s Harry Styles.”

I purse my lips slightly, “That name sounds super familiar.”

She nods and stands up, “Yeah he was in that big boy band.”

“Right, okay. Yeah.” I spin so she can fix my dress, “Is he single?”

“I think so.” She steps infront of me, “Go get ‘em tiger.” She winks and pats my cheeks before walking me over to the entrance of the stage.

I smile and walk out, the crowd clapping for me. I wave as I strut and when I get over to Harry again, I blow him a double kiss and wink at him.

“She’s into you, mate!”

I stop at the beginning of the runway and give everyone a last look before I turn and exit.

“Fucking brilliant!” The designer says walking up to me and hugging me, “Ugh, I could kiss you.” She tilts her head like she’s thinking about it before laughing, “No I’ll just buy you a drink after this.”

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“Here’s to y/n for showing those stupid ass reporters that no matter who you are or what you look like, you can be an absolute supermodel!” (And that’s true, every single one of you is absolutely beautiful and you deserve to do whatever makes you happy <;3)

I raise my glass and smile as I do a little dance to the music, “That’s right.” I take a sip of my drink and lean back, looking around the club.

Harry is standing at the bar, looking directly at me. He raises his drink and smirks at me. I bite my lip and look at Melanie, “I’m going to the bar. Harry’s here.”

She winks, “See you tomorrow.”

I smile and grab my bag as I walk over to meet Harry, “Hello.”

He smiles and holds out his hand, “Hi.”

I place my hand in his and he brings my hand up to his lips and places a gentle kiss on my knuckles, “I liked your walks today, a lot actually.”

“I’m glad you did.” I smile and take the drink he hands me, “I thought it was going to be worse than it actually was.”

“Why?” He asks sipping on his drink, “You looked fantastic.”

I shrug and sip my drink, “With my body shape, it’s hard because I don’t fit the ‘perfect model’ criteria, which is absolutely fucking stupid.”

He smiles and nods, “Yeah, no I agree. One hundred percent with you. The way society poisons the minds of young women, it’s insane because you are beyond beautiful. I have to say.”

I smile and tilt my head, “You’re quite beautiful yourself, Harry.”

“So you know who I am.” He smirks and shakes his head. I smile and reach out to touch his arm, “I asked around because you about made me trip on the run way.”

“Oh did I?” He raises his eyebrows and laughs into his glass. I smile and nod, “Oh yeah. You looked so good sitting there..” my eyes slowly move up his body to his eyes, “Watching me.”

He nods and sets his empty glass down, “Can’t deny that.” I bit my lip, “Wanna get out of here?” I lean in close to him, “You can watch me doother things.”

Harry immediately grabs my hand and leads me out of the club. As soon as we’re outside, he has my back pressed against the brick and his face is inches away from mine.

“Kiss me.” I whisper as I grab his neck, closing the space between us. He moans lowly as the touch and pushes his hips into me, I can feel his cock growing harder by the second.

“We need to get out of here.” He mumbles before pulling me with him. He opens the door of, what I assume, is his car and I get in. He shuts it with a slam and jogs around to the drivers side. He lets out a sigh and turns his head to look at me, “Your place or mine?”

“Yours is perfectly fine.”

And with that he starts the car and drives us to his place.

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The car ride there was full of sexual tension so thick you could cut it with a knife and serve it on a plate.

I just know this is going to be great.

“Okay.” He says pulling the keys, “Ready?”

I bite my lip and nod, “Oh yeah.” He smiles and gets out, quickly making his way around to my side. He opens the door and I step out. He lays a hand on the small of my back as we walk up to his door.

He fumbles with his keys to unlock the door and the alcohol that I’ve been sitting with for so long finally hits me and I need him.

I press my chest against his back and run my hands around to his chest, holding myself against him. He lays one hand over mine and he finally opens the door.

He walks in, still with me clinging to him.

“You alright?” He asks with a slight chuckle. I giggle, “Tipsy.” he spins around in my arms and cups my cheeks, his tongue slipping quickly between my lips.

I moan into his mouth and he pulls me closer, his hands resting on my hips, “I want to see that beautiful body as you ride me.”

His words send a shiver down my spine and I smile, “Please.” He grabs my hand and walks me to his bedroom. He sits down on the end of the bed and takes his shirt off, “Model for me. Do whatever it is you do. I just want to watch you.”

I slip off my heels and slide my hands up my legs, keeping my eyes on him. His bottom lip is brought between his teeth and held with a hard bite.

I slowly work at taking my clothes off, first my shirt then my pants.

Harry undoes his pants and I tilt my head, “I want to see how hard I’m making you.”

He nods and sheds his pants and underwear, sitting there naked with a throbbing cock. I get on my knees and slowly take my bra off, “Fuck, Harry.”

He brings a hand up to stroke himself but I quickly stop him, “Ah. No baby.” He pouts slightly and tilts his head to watch me. I hook my fingers in the skinny strap of my panties and slowly work them down my thighs.

Harry let’s out a groan and moves his hips around, desperate for touch.

I crawl over to him and place my hands on his knees, “Can I?” His head nods fast and his hips moves towards me. A sharp gasp leaves his lips as I suck on the head of his cock. I slide my hands up his thighs and squeeze slightly as I work my way down him.

“Fuck, fu-“ he groans and places a hand on the back of my head, “you’re doing such a good job, baby.” I bob my head, getting into a good rhythm before leaning back, “I want to feel you inside of me.”

He moves back up onto the bed more. I stand up and watch as he reaches over into his nightstand to grab a condom before laying back down. He rolls it on and nods for me to come up.

I crawl up and position myself over him. He lays his hands on my thighs and rubs his fingers in circles. His eyes follow my hand down and his lips part when I grab his cock.

I bite my lip as I sink down onto him, my moans escape and I tilt my head as I look at him, “You feel so good.” His grip tightens on my thighs as I rest down, “So fucking good Harry.”

He nods, “Mm.” He tilts his head back and groans as I start to move my hips. Slowly at first then into a rhythm that suites us both.

I gasp and lay my hands on his stomach as I bounce on his cock.

“Fuck, that’s it baby. Good girl.” He moans, “Use my cock to pleasure that pussy.”

I moan at his words, the feeling of my orgasm coming on fast, “Shit.” I gasp rocking my hips slowly, “Fuck.”

“So fucking sexy.” Harry mumbles as he grasps as my skin, “Cum all over this cock as many times as you want to, sweetheart.”

I continue to fuck myself on his cock, my legs starting to shake the more I bounce. Harry legs his legs up, giving me his knees to use as leverage.

He watches me in amazement, “Shit.” He moans out of breathe, “I want to cum so bad.” He pulls me down and wraps his hand around my throat, “Your pussy is so wet, baby. Do you hear how wet you are?”

I moan as the grip on his neck gets tighter, “Such a good girl, taking my cock like this.” His lips crash onto mine and he legs go of my neck, only to replace my neck with my hair.

He tilts my head and his lips attach to my skin, definitely leaving a mark for them to cover in the morning.

I moan and dig my nails into his chest, “H-Harry.” I whimper as I clench around him again, cuming on his cock all over again.

“Fuck, baby.” He groans and bucks his hips up to meet mine, “You got another one in ya? I’ll wait for you, sweetheart.”

I moan and move his hand back to my throat.

He smiles and squeezes, “You like it when I choke you, huh? Such a nasty little slut for me aren’t you?”

I nod.

“Aren’t you?” He repeats but a tad bit louder.

“y-yes.” I moan out, “Yes!”

“That’s it, sweetheart.” His chuckle turns into a moan, “Come on baby, one more time. You can do it.”

Harry pushes me back so I’m sitting up again and reaches down to rub circles onto my clit, “Cum for me, love. I know you can do it.”

My eyes roll back and I let out a loud moan as my body starts to shake. My legs go weak and I fall into Harry’s chest, breathing fast. He wraps an arm around me and squeezes my thigh with the other hand, “Fuck. Fuck.”

I feel his cock twitch inside of me before it slowly starts to grow soft.

I roll off of him and lay there for a moment. He sits up, I assume to throw the condom away and he lays back and faces me, “You’re not a nasty little slut, by the way.. that was ju-“

I cut him off, “I liked it.”

“Yeah?” He asks with a slight eyebrow raise, “Good. Good.” He moves around and gets the blankets over us, “You have plans tomorrow?” He asks as he stretches his arm out for me to come lay on him.

“Yeah, I have a shoot in the morning.”

I can feel him smile, “Want to come over after?”

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bluejaem · 2 years

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⌗ pulling each other closer to kiss ( ver. dreamies )

( you pulling them ) : mark, renjun, hyuck, jisung

(✿) —; MARK LEE. mark never thought that he’d get pulled by the collar by someone. but when he did experience that, he sure was not aware of the fact that he’d get a kiss alongside it. he definitely gets all flustered because he did not expect you to pull something like that out of nowhere— literally. “well, that’s something . . . ” his voice trails off as the scene plays in his head again, “—new.”

(✿) —; HUANG RENJUN. it was yet another one of your tantrums where you wanted to stay home and spend time with him, but renjun had already promised the boys that you both’d be there. he helps you up as you lazily try to do so, but then wrap your arms around his neck, “fine, i’ll go get changed.” and slightly pulling him closer to yourself, you planted a short kiss on his lips. returning your kiss, he smiled, “we’re getting late!” “finefinefine! i’ll go get changed!” you chuckled, making him do the same.

(✿) —; LEE HAECHAN. something about you pulling him by his coat to kiss him piqued his interest so much. maybe it’s all the teen movies that he’d seen, or maybe it’s just him being himself. but haechan sure did love that feeling. would, a hundred percent, tell you that it was hot. pulling back, he whispered lowly, “oh, i love you so much, darling,” then completing the sentence with the infamous smirk forming on his lips.

(✿) —; PARK JISUNG. pulling back from the kiss, you were greeted with a flustered mess. jisung had his nose scrunched, accompanied by a shy smile on his lips as he tried to hide his face in embarassment, “give me a warning or something next time! thought i almost died when you pulled me by my belt!” divert the attention from the kiss all you want, jisung. but we all know the reason for the hue of red appearing on your cheeks <3

( them pulling you ) : jeno, chenle, jaemin

(✿) —; LEE JENO. all i see is clingy jeno. he just loves getting your attention. and most definitely does this at those times. pulls you by your waist until you are close enough to his figure, only to act like a clingy ass, smothering you with kisses until you give in. he just wants his daily fix of hugs and kisses, honestly. “lee jeno, you man baby!” you chuckled in between the ticklish kisses he was leaving down your neck.

(✿) —; NA JAEMIN. everything about na jaemin is so attractive. and no, that is not an exaggeration. he does this thing where he lifts your chin up by using his index finger to bring your face closer to his as he leans in, oh-so slowly, just to build up the excitement. his eyes staring into yours as the tension builds, and your faces are close as ever, anticipation written all over them. now how do you tell him about the backflips your stomach was doing then, because damn, he’s so fucking beautiful.

(✿) —; ZHONG CHENLE. he loves getting reactions out of you. chenle absolutely loves the way your eyes grow wide as a soft yelp leaves your lips, with your eyes closed as you feel your figure losing its balance when he pulls you by your belt. but everything stops when your lips land on his. breaking away from the kiss, you hear him laugh at your reaction, “you can not just do that out of nowhere and expect me to react normally!” “but that’s what makes it funnier!” “gah, i hate you!” “i love you too, my love!”

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honeycombstrawberry · 2 years

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currently on the subway going home feeling extremely conflicted between re-reading every fic/headcanon on here for the millionth time and reading new york times to stay updated on news n stuff......

buut besides that my brain just popped out an idea of movie night with adrian (and maybe the rest of the Kids) or at a movie theater and um.. adrian cant keep his hands off you.... exhibitionism with a side of trying to stay quiet but sorta failing sounds absolutely scrumptious👀

-🦇 anon

fire for a heart

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns, has a vagina)

rating: explicit

word count: 7,032

one-sentence synopsis: adrian has an idea for a fun little game the two of you can play during team movie night, and you think you might be the ultimate winner.

author's note: remember how i said i was going to do drabbles? ANYWAYS here's 7k words of explicit smut because i'm a fucking maniac and i can. not. stop. i also am running on very little sleep so i'm sorry if this is incoherent but it was the song in my heart and i had to sing it

read on ao3!

Adrian has something of an unruly streak.

He’s best described as a wild card more often than not, and you’re never quite sure what he’s thinking, or what he’ll say, or what he’s going to do next. You don’t even think he knows what’s going to come out of his mouth one hundred percent of the time.

This is a man who hums to himself when he kills people, and embroiders his name into the backs of his own sweaters, and can cut someone’s head off as easily as he walks in a straight line— and sometimes easier. He’s unhinged, and he’s feral, and he’s hilarious, and he’s dorky, and he’s dumb, and he’s fucked up, and he’s incredibly, incredibly peculiar.

It’s really most of what you love about him.

So, when Adrian comes up to you in the kitchen of your shared apartment on movie night, you’re really not entirely sure what to expect.

Since the two of you are hosting tonight, you’d offered to come into the kitchen and start bringing snacks out for everybody, now that they’d all arrived. You’d left them in the living room— Leota and Chris arguing over Adrian’s movies, John trying (and failing) to lure your and Adrian’s cat out from the bathroom where he’s hiding, and Emilia and Adrian heatedly discussing The X-Files. You hadn’t expected any of them to follow you, but then you’d felt eyes on the back of your neck, a presence in the room, and you’d turned, and—

There was Adrian. Leaning in the kitchen doorway, picking at a chip of paint on the wall, humming to himself.

“What’re you doing?” you ask suspiciously. His eyes drift over to you, and he grins, his head tipping to the side as he studies you. Your suspicion only grows; nothing good can come of Adrian when he’s like this.

“I just wanted to come and ask you something real quick,” he says. He draws in closer to you, his whole body’s balance shifting to one side until he’s draping along your back, snuggling in close, burying his face in your throat.

His arms wrap tight around you, and he just stands there for a moment, holding you. He tips back, then forth, once, then twice, and you let your head fall back onto his shoulder. When you flick your eyes up to meet his, he cranes his neck so he can kiss you on the cheek, then burrows in closer, his glasses pressing into your jaw when he pushes his face down.

“I’m onto you,” you murmur.

“What?” he asks, but you know better.

“What do you want?” you ask him. He shrugs, but his arms shift, releasing their embrace of you so they can glide down to your waist instead, then to your hips.

Adrian’s hold is gentle until it’s not, his hands tightening their grip so he can bring his hips flush to yours. His chin rests on the top of your head, digging into the crown. Even harder is his cock in his jeans, pressed to the curve of your ass as he pulls you in closer to him. He draws you in so close to his chest that you can feel the zipper on his sweater jabbing into your back.

“I just had a little question,” Adrian says. He shifts so he can drop his head down, his lips meeting the curve of your ear. You can feel his warm breath ghost across the shell of it when he speaks again, shivers rattling down your spine, goosebumps breaking out across your arms. “I wanted to know if you might let me touch you a little bit tonight. Like, a tiny bit. A tiny, little, itty-bitty, just—” He holds up one hand, positions his thumb and forefinger barely a centimeter apart. “Just an itsy little bit. Just until you cum, like, once or twice.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh, is that all? You—”

You’re about to say more, but your breath catches when Adrian’s teeth graze down to bite at your earlobe. Your hands go to his where they grip your hips, crossing to hold onto him.

“During the movie?” you ask instead, just trying to be— to be absolutely certain of what he’s angling for here. “With— With everyone here?”

“Mm-hmm,” Adrian confirms, trailing to the hinge of your jaw to bite at the joint, sucking in a bruising kiss. The soft skin just beneath is next, and your eyes slip shut of their own accord, your head tilting to grant him better access. “Only if you’re okay with it, though. But holy shit, I want to touch you so bad.”

His hands drift slightly from your hips, coasting closer to the waistband of your pants instead. You take him by the wrists, halting him when his fingers start to dip against your heated skin, tucking into your clothes.

“Not yet,” you tell him. You twist, using your hold on his arms to draw him in for another kiss, letting him part your lips and deepen it immediately. His hands drag up to cup your face, his leg slotting between yours for you to press into. You clench around him, thighs tightening, and he’s even quicker to withdraw.

“Mm,” he says. “Okay, so— Is that a yes, or? What’re you thinking here?”

You only pretend to actually think about it before you tell him, “Yeah, okay. If you think you can pull it off without getting us caught.”

Adrian grins, laughing with delight at your approval. He pumps both fists up in the air, then swoops in to kiss you, a smiling press of lips to lips that becomes deeper when your heat surges through you again. You have to separate the two of you again, your hands getting sweaty, knees airy.

“Bring this,” you tell him, handing him a bowl of popcorn you’d just finished before he came in. “Use it to cover your dick, you’re— Like, incredibly obviously hard right now.”

Adrian looks down at the extraordinarily obvious outline of his hard cock through his jeans. He reaches down, shifts his dick, and then looks back up at you, but he’s done literally nothing to change anything. You push the bowl of popcorn into his hands.

“You’re an idiot,” you tell him fondly, and he kisses you over the bowl.

“Stop pushing this popcorn into my dick or I’ll cum on it,” he replies, just as fondly. You bite at his lower lip, and he whines a little. “No, come on, we haven’t started yet.”

“Speak for yourself,” you say. You nudge him towards the entryway. “Go. You’re going to cum in your pants before the movie even starts.”

He sighs heavily, put upon, but he does as you’ve asked, turning to leave. A beat later, he comes jogging back over, leaning into you so he can surprise you with a fast, filthy kiss, teeth nearly breaking the skin of your lip before his hot tongue is in your mouth. You open up to him without thinking, cunt pulsing between your legs.

When you separate, he says, “I really almost did cum on the popcorn that time.”

“Fucking— Go sit down and think about something else,” you tell him. “You’re going to end this before it even starts.”

“Okay, okay, okay—” he agrees, but he still kisses your cheek once last time before darting out of the room, narrowly avoiding the way you smack out at him to swat him away.

You have to take a moment to yourself, too. It’s not just for Adrian’s sake that you sent him away. Once he’s gone, you grip the edge of the counter with white knuckles, tight, taking deep, even steadying breaths. You close your eyes, just for a moment, and let your head hang between your arms.

“Hey,” Emilia says behind you, and you shriek, an honest-to-God almost-scream that has you clutching your hand to your chest, nearly falling to slam into the counter. “Oh, fuck, I’m sorry—”

“No, shit, sorry, I’m sorry,” you apologize yourself, catching your breath. “Fuck, sorry, I was just—”

Adrian’s in the doorway in a second, popcorn bowl gone, knife in his hand, demanding, “What the fuck was that?”

“Harcourt scared the shit out of me,” you tell him. He evaluates Emilia, then levels his knife at her.

“Cool prank,” he says, then flips it closed and turns to wink at you. He’s gone in an instant, and Emilia looks at you, a frown on her face.

“Did you s—” she starts to ask, and you have to fight the smile that wants to come up as Emilia turns back to watch Adrian leave for another second before her head snaps back around, and she says, “Ugh, j— Never mind. Just— Want help with that?”

You have no choice but to turn back to the counter then to stop yourself from laughing.

When you and Emilia bring the rest of the snacks and drinks back to the living room, you take quick stock of your surroundings. A movie’s been selected and put in your player; seats have clearly already been claimed, everyone already settling into place. Movie nights are not infrequent amongst the 11th Street Kids. People pretty much have designated spots at everybody’s houses by now.

Adrian is tucked into the corner of your loveseat. In the armchair beside him, Chris is tucking a blanket in his lap, wrapping it under his thighs to keep it snugly in place. When Emilia’s set the snacks in her hands down on the table, she falls into the heap of pillows at his feet, resting back against his legs.

Beside your armchair is a sofa, where Leota is currently stretched out. John’s at the other end, looking at something on his phone, your cat cautiously creeping out to investigate him now that he’s finally lost interest.

You can’t help but feel heartwarmed, for a moment. You don’t always feel like you have many people, but— these people, your friends, have quickly become a family to you. You can’t imagine life without them.

“Are we gonna start or what?” Leota demands.

“I swear to God, I’m going to go home if someone doesn’t start the fucking movie soon,” Chris adds, immediately escalating everything to a hundred.

“You are the worst,” John shouts back at him, as loud as he can make himself over Chris’ voice.

Even with their dramatics, you wouldn’t have them any other way.

You take your place beside Adrian on the loveseat, tucking into his side. His arm goes around your shoulders automatically; it’s the same position you always start in on movie nights. He also has the remote— and refuses to give it up, since this is your place and the host gets remote control control when not remote— and he clicks to start the movie.

As the opening notes play and Candyman starts on the screen, Adrian stretches past you just slightly, reaching for the blanket you keep thrown over the end of the loveseat, mostly just for this purpose. He spreads the blanket over your lap and his, tucking up closer to your waists.

You press closer into his side, letting your head fall to rest on his shoulder. You’re on high alert, waiting for him to make his first move.

As the movie begins, though, he doesn’t do anything. He seems like he’s actually watching the movie. You tilt your head up after a little bit, your shoulders still tense as you wait for him to strike, but he seems pretty focused, eyes intently forward, focused on the screen. The images of the film reflect in miniature in his glasses, even tinier in his irises. When he catches you staring, he turns to you, smiling with a confused tilt to his brow. You wonder if he’s just fucking with you or if he really doesn’t know what the hell you’re on about.

“What’s up?” he whispers to you.

“Shh!” Chris hisses immediately.

“Jesus Christ,” Emilia says backwards. “Your shush is louder than his whisper in the first fucking place.”

“Can all of you shut up, please? This is crucial information for the story,” John says over her. Emilia and Chris both flip him off at the same time. Adrian realizes what they’re doing and joins a beat too late.

When everyone’s settled back down, Adrian included, you whisper, “Sorry,” up to him, as softly as possible. Adrian just kisses the top of your head and relaxes back into the sofa. He doesn’t seem like he’s moving, back to watching the movie again.

For a while, you just watch him. You enjoy seeing the flickering movements of his eyes as he watches the screen, seeing the way his brows and mouth and features all shift and twist when he laughs and frowns in expressive responses to what’s happening in the movie. The longer you watch him, the more relaxed you become, too, slumping into him until you’re perfectly comfortable and content.

You turn your head, letting your ear rest over his heart, tilted into his chest. His hand lifts from where it’s draped along your shoulders to lightly drag along the top of your head instead, his fingertips stroking through your hair, short nails just barely scratching your scalp.

You sigh, and bring your legs up onto the loveseat beside you, getting more comfortable in his side.

You should’ve known.

Adrian turns his head slightly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. The room is dark, the only light coming from the screen, and the scene playing now isn’t particularly well-lit. His profile is dim, his jaw sharp, but his eyes are intent on yours when you meet them.

His hand slips down from your hair between your bodies. Rather than being wrapped around you, it’s now trapped between you, his long fingers coming to rest at the inside of your knee. Your heart picks up a bit, heat and lust and a strong magnetic pull starting to gather in your cunt. Adrian presses an open-mouthed kiss to your temple before lifting his head again, eyes returning to the screen.

While he stays facing forward, however, his hand does not stop moving. Beneath the blanket, his fingers start to slowly slip up the fabric of your jeans, nails tracing the seam. His path is almost meandering, but his intention is clear.

Just before he reaches the juncture of your legs, his hand drags up to the waistband of your jeans instead. He taps the button in a silent instruction, and you glance up at him, eyes wide.

He stays fixed ahead. He’s waiting for you to do what you want to do, you realize. He’s inviting you to interpret as you see fit.

You hesitate just long enough to evaluate the room. Everyone seems focused on— Well, if not focused on the movie, at least focused on something. Chris is half-paying attention, half-stroking Emilia’s hair, his eyes drifting down more often than not. You wonder absently if he would be brave enough to do that with the lights on and other people around, but you remind yourself he’s not the only one in here doing something he might not otherwise do with the lights on and everyone else in the room.

For her part, Emilia’s head is tilted backwards, allowing Chris access to her hair. Her neck is exposed in the process, stretched just slightly; the movie’s colors glint off the pale column of her throat. Chris watches those colors, and you watch him, for a beat, before making yourself look away.

Leota’s smiling at something on her phone, when you look at her, but only for a moment before she’s locking it again and looking up to the movie. When you look past her to John, he’s looking back at you, but only in passing; he seems surprised that your eyes meet.

“Hey,” John says, and waves.

“Seriously?” Chris demands. “Do we just all talk through fucking movies now? Is this Mystery Science fucking Theater?”

“I wouldn’t mind if we wanted to do that,” Adrian comments.

“You would make me blow my own brains out if we did that,” Emilia replies.

“Hey!” Adrian argues. “I th—”

“Shh, shush!” Chris spits again. “Holy shit, I thought you killed people for committing crimes. Talking during a movie should land you in fucking jail.”

Adrian starts laughing, and you take the opportunity to quickly lift your hips, unfastening your jeans and wriggling them down to your knees, freeing your hips, your thighs, your cunt.

You can tell Adrian can feel you shifting against him, moving, twisting, as you get your pants out of the way. When you settle back into place against him, leaning into his front, you can feel his cock, now, starting to harden again under your arm.

You shift just enough to settle your hand over the outline of his cock through his jeans rather than your wrist, your palm finding him already through the layers, already scorching. His breath catches briefly; you can hear it with your ear pressed to his chest. His pulse quickens, his heartbeat picking up just slightly. It thumps against your cheek, beneath the soft fabric of his sweater, and you smile at the feel of it.

Adrian presses his lips to the top of your head again. His head sweeps down, and he whispers, “You’re a fucking nightmare,” near your ear.

You lightly squeeze his cock through his jeans in response, and his hips twitch slightly before he gets himself under control.

“That’s not the game,” he tells you, his voice pitched so low you almost miss it. It turns almost sing-songy when he adds, “Play by the rules or you’re going to get in trou-ble.”

“Yeah?” you ask him. “With who?”

“With me,” he says, Vigilante-rough.

With your jeans gone, Adrian’s free now to bring his hand back to your waist, his path unimpeded by denim. He strokes over the fabric of your underwear at first, though, just glancing over your hip before he continues down to your inner thigh again, just above where you pushed the denim down to. His grip is firm there, tight enough to be bruising, and his thumb strokes in a long sweep up towards your cunt.

The tease of it makes you ache, and you clench around nothing, wanting him closer. You’re already wet, and getting wetter. When Adrian’s hand drifts up a bit more on your bare skin, the edge of his thumb brushes over your slit through your underwear, pushing the damp fabric against your lips.

He makes an impossibly soft sound, something like an, “Mm,” in the very back of his chest. You feel it more than you hear it, and his skin warms slightly, flushing in response to whatever he’s feeling. You imagine it’s not unlike the heat you’re feeling, the pulsing current, the way you’re longing to just be filled by him in every way you can get.

His fingertips slip up to tuck inside the fabric, pushing it aside. He only teases you, for a moment, before he slides away again, fingers dragging with too much purpose to the band of your underwear.

Adrian tucks his fingers into the band, and you turn your head to look at the movie screen, even though your eyes are practically glazed over. You want to at least seem like you’re paying attention, if anybody looks over. The blanket covering the both of you should cover what’s going on, but if you’re staring at him with your mouth open, it’ll probably raise at least a question or two, and definitely more than a few comments.

While your eyes find the movie screen, Adrian glides his fingers down between your overheated skin and the tight fabric of your underwear to slip one finger between your lips.

He strokes first to your entrance, and you hear the intake of his breath in his chest when he feels how soaked you’re getting. Just hearing that has you wetter; his glasses slip a little bit down his nose when he turns his head a bit to glance at you.

You pointedly keep your eyes forward, even as you feel your face heating and pulse quickening. In your peripheral vision, you see the corner of Adrain’s mouth quirk up in a challenging smile before he follows your lead, doing the same, eyes fixed on the screen.

You reach up and push his glasses back up into place for him before returning your hand to his cock over his jeans. He shifts his hips slightly, pushing them up a bit, but you don’t give him enough of the friction he wants. His finger, in turn, gathers wetness from your entrance to drag up to your clit, spreading you so he can press two fingertips directly over your clit.

Your lungs seize, and it takes all the control you’ve spent years gathering to catch your breath before you inhale loudly. Adrian’s slick fingertips start rubbing you in small, tight circles, and you bite roughly into your lower lip, desperate to keep silent.

Your cunt pulses, clenching around nothing, aching to be filled with something, anything. Adrian knows you well enough to know what you want without you voicing it— without you even needing to move, really— and his direction changes.

Though he’s been dragging you halfway to orgasm just with two fingers on your clit, he removes them now so he can slide back down between your folds to your soaking entrance. His middle and his ring fingers find your ready, slick cunt. He wastes no time in pushing into you, and you bite blood into your mouth keeping quiet.

It’s involuntary, but your grip tightens, and Adrian swallows audibly. In your peripheral vision, you see Chris’ head move, and you freeze, eyes locked on the screen. You know Adrian’s chest is heaving under your ear, so you tilt your head, concealing it from Chris’ view.

After a beat, Chris looks back at the screen. Adrian doesn’t move, then, except—

—except for his hand, except for his fucking fingers pushing deeper. He twists his wrist, and fucks deeper into you, tiny thrusts of his fingers as he works you open. His fingers are long and fucking thick together, and your thighs press together a bit around his wrist, wanting him deeper, closer, in.

Adrian’s thumb finds your clit again, and you tighten around him, your throat clicking as you try to swallow. You blink, fighting back the burn in your eyes. His thumb grinds down into your clit, gives you the pressure you want while his fingers fuck deep into you, his hand working under the blanket to drag you to the edge.

You tilt your head back just slightly, trying to keep your breath even as Adrian gets you closer and closer to cumming. Your breaths are shorter, your face flushed; sweat is making your skin dewy, and you can’t help but want to touch, to want to respond, to make him feel in kind, and so you stroke his cock once more over the fabric of his jeans before you wrestle yourself upwards.

Beneath the blanket, your hand finds the buckle on his belt and you puzzle it open after a couple of beats. The button on his jeans comes next, but you’re able to work that open easily. You unzip him and sit up just enough to reach into his underwear, to wriggle his jeans loose just enough that you can pull his cock into your hand, your thumb stroking over the tip to gather wetness yourself. His thighs strain slightly with the effort to remain still.

He recovers himself, remembers to move his hand, and his thumb starts working harder, faster on your clit just as there’s a loud noise in the movie. You jump, startled, and Adrian accidentally— or purposefully, you can’t entirely tell— pushes deeper into you, his fingers crooking, his thumb rubbing your clit in tight, tiny circles, harder and tighter until your thighs are gripping his hand and he’s soaked down to his palm, slick dripping down to his wrist.

The edge he’s been dragging you along for the better part of the movie finally seems within reach, and you push your hips up, desperate for that last little shove that’ll get you off.

You turn your head up to glance up at Adrian. He happens to look down at the same time, and your blown eyes meet his, his pupils hugely dark. He’s glowing in blue screen light, and you knock your forehead against the hinge of his jaw, the best you can do without moving in an obvious way. Adrian jerks a bit, and you release his cock.

He makes a small noise, and Leota glances at him. He must notice, too, because he turns it into a cough, bringing up the hand that’s been tightly gripping the arm of the sofa to cover his mouth. He rubs at his face when he does it; you can see sweat at his temples.

You’re only letting go of him for a moment, even if he doesn’t know that. You reach between your own legs with the hand you’ve just taken off of him, taking some of the wetness that’s been drenching your underwear to bring back to Adrian’s cock, to slick your grip. He jerks again when your fingers wrap around the base of his cock this time, wet all the way around.

You shush him with just the smallest edge of your voice. You can feel the way he’s straining beneath you. He just fucking loves to move, to talk, to do things; it must be impossible for him to even be doing this much.

He gives as good as he gets, and his control is slipping now that you’re starting to slowly fuck his cock with the circle of your fist. His hand in you, on you, works faster, harder, pressing in tighter, and you clench closer around him. He shifts a bit, gets a third finger in with the first two. Your vision nearly goes black; it’s like there’s no movie screen in the room at all.

“Oh, shit!” John shouts, as something must happen on screen. You involuntarily jump, and Adrian gasps, a high noise that makes Chris laugh.

“You fucking scared, dude?” Chris asks. He claps Adrian on the shoulder, and Adrian whimpers, his hand flying up to clamp over his mouth. “Jesus. Are you actually freaked out? It’s not real, man—”

“No, no!” Adrian hurries to say. “I mean— Yes, holy shit, this is— So fucking scary. Do you want to know— There’s actually something really cool, for this movie, they made— They— Aah!” He bangs his fist down into the arm of the sofa when you twist your wrist, says, “Fuck, this shit— This shit’s scary, I fucking— Did you know they made bees specifically for this movie? Like, they wanted these specifically-aged bees, so they just bred ‘em that way. Isn’t that— fucking awesome—”

“Be quiet,” Emilia hisses backwards as John says, “No shit? Is that true?”

“That didn’t even make sense,” Leota tells John.

“No, I think I’ve read that,” you reply, and Adrian’s thumb is tighter on your clit, harder, deeper, and you glue your eyes back on the screen, saying, “Oh, fuck, look, it’s Candyman.”

Chris gasps when he looks back at the screen. Adrian doesn’t relent, fucking you with his long fingers, his strong thumb rubbing you closer and closer to the edge. Heat coils tightly in your spine, in the pool of your stomach, in the clench of your cunt, and you’re soaked around him, unable to hold back as you get so close to the edge you know this is going to be it.

Your eyes drift closed when Adrian finally drags you over the crest of your orgasm, and you cum with your teeth biting blood from your lip, breaking the skin as you struggle to stay silent.

Your hips twitch of their own accord, your orgasm rattling through your limbs in starbursts that rocket from your cunt through your entire body. You dig the nails of the hand not around Adrian’s cock into your own palm, cutting crescents into your flesh.

You can hardly see; all you can think about is sensation, and pleasure, and Adrian. Your breath is fast, but you just barely manage to keep it quiet, just under the noise of the movie. Nobody looks at you, so you know— or, you hope, anyways— that nobody realizes what just happened.

What’s still kind of happening, as Adrian milks you for every single drop, wrings your orgasm out of you until you’re overstimulated and trembling against him. It’s only then that you remember your grip on his cock, loosened as you lost focus completely.

You tighten up again, shifting to fuck his cock with the wet, tight circle of your fist. He’s rock fucking hard, making the tiniest movements under you as you work him closer and closer to the edge. He’s also fucking wet himself, precum continously beading up and spilling down the hot length of his cock as he fights to remain silent.

His fingers slip out of you so he can grip your thigh, holding on impossibly tightly, hard enough to definitely leave bruises as you hand-fuck him harder, keeping the slick noises muffled under the blanket. The movie’s volume helps, especially when Adrian briefly summons the wherewithal to turn it up a couple of notches as the movie reaches its climax.

Adrian is doing the same, you can tell. When you tilt your head up, you can see the muscles straining in his neck, his shoulder, along his temple; his eyes are glassy, pupils blown huge and wide and dark. His mouth is red and swollen from his own teeth, his cheeks flushed with splotches of color, his hair starting to curl looser with heat and sweat prickling along his skin.

His eyes dart down to you, meeting yours briefly. You glance up at him through your lashes, then focus back down, fucking him faster, harder, with your hand. You shift just enough to reach with your other hand, working into his underwear, between his thighs, so you can push softly into his hole. His chest stutters, his eyes flying open wide, still locked on you when you look back up. You know this is something he likes, and you also know it instantly pushes his buttons.

Adrian’s teeth dig into his bottom lip. You push your advantage, twisting your wrist, keeping as silent as you can as both of your hands work on him. When your eyes meet again, you smile up at him, and he—

He suddenly fucking groans, a noise that punches up out of him out of fucking nowhere. It makes a flare of heat explode inside of you before you realize what that actually fucking means.

You freeze, and everyone shifts to look towards you at once.

Chris starts to say, “What the fuck—” but then Adrian, faster than fucking anything, is separating himself from you and shoving himself back into his pants and scrambling to his feet.

“I’m—” he starts, then stops. “Uhh— Ahh, fuck,” he says. He spreads his hands, laughs nervously, says, “Fuck,” emphatically, then sprints from the room.

You stare after him, dumbfounded. After a moment, you meet John’s eyes, the first you see when you move your head. He twists to look over his shoulder, then, to see where Adrian went, and you slump back down. Luckily for you, Adrian didn’t knock the blanket off of you, and so you’re able to quickly tug your jeans back up underneath it when you realize they’re still down, refastening them at lightning speed.

“What the hell?” John asks. He’s still looking down the hall. “He doesn’t seem like the type to get sick at a horror movie. I’ve seen him chop people’s heads off. Like, I’ve seen him take off multiple heads, from multiple people. This guy’s acting with some special bees.”

“Is Chase okay?” Emilia asks you, sounding genuinely concerned.

You push yourself to your feet as fast as you can before anybody else can stand. In a rush, you say, “I don’t know, he might— Maybe he’s sick. I’ll go check on him.”

“Oh, gross, okay,” Chris says, immediately sitting back down. “You can do that, go ahead.”

“Let us know if you need anything,” Leota calls over her shoulder as you leave the room at as normal a pace as you can manage. You try to move like you would normally despite the fact that you’re still fucking soaking wet and literally just came.

You listen for Adrian, but you end up finding him by light, not by sound. There’s a dim yellow line under the closed bathroom door, so you knock on it.

“Adrian?” you ask, loudly enough that everyone in the living room can hear, too. “You okay? Can I come in?”

The door unlocks, then creaks open. You step in the slot he opens in the door, just big enough for you before he slams it shut again. His fumbling hand locks the door once more before he’s shoving you up against it, hands tearing at your jeans.

“I need you,” Adrian breathes hot into your throat. You may have just cum, but you can feel a second orgasm start to gather at those words, at the feeling of his teeth grazing your flesh. He muffles another moan in your skin, whining, so desperate for you he grabs at you again, pushing your underwear and his down in fumbling matching movements.

You’re leaning up into him, toes curling as you grapple for him, tearing his sweater up and off over his head. His glasses get stuck, and he pulls the whole thing off in a mess, glasses and sweater all ending up on the floor.

He shoves you up into the door again, getting close enough that he can see you without his glasses on. His hand slips down between you, and he takes your thigh in his hand, matching to the bruise he made earlier, hoisting you up so your leg is wrapped around him. He supports your weight with his strong arms, lines his cock up with your soaked, loose entrance, and pushes in in one smooth glide.

Adrian’s breathing speeds up exponentially, tiny whimpers and punched-out groans spilling out of his mouth as he lifts his head to kiss you again. When he fucks you into the door, it rattles in its frame.

Frustrated, Adrian draws you away from the door. Instead of using the door to support your weight, he just lifts you up off the ground, sitting you on the very edge of your sink counter.

Bracing one hand flat against the mirror on the wall behind you, Adrian tucks his face into your throat and starts fucking you in earnest again. Nothing rattles here; you’re held solidly between the shocking cold glass of the mirror and the granite beneath you, and the comparatively blazing heat of Adrian’s body. You seek that warmth, curling up into him, wrapping around him.

He wraps around you, too, holds you close with one arm, the other still holding the two of you up. He gets his own heel on the handle of the cabinet door beneath the sink, giving him a better angle to fuck deeper into you, and you’re filled so fully, so fucking deeply, that you swear you can feel him in the back of your fucking throat.

You groan, then sigh, so impossibly satisfied with the feeling and with the blaze of lust burning through you that it’s the only sound you can make. Adrian whimpers your name, dragging your face up to seal you in a sloppy kiss, wet, teeth, biting, swollen, his fingers threading into your hair, gripping hard.

Adrian says your name again, then again, and then he’s just making wordless sounds, incoherent as his orgasm finally comes for him. His hands both fly to hold you close, embracing you tight against his body as he fills you up, pumping his hips in erratic rhythm. The grind of his body in yours stimulates your clit, still wet and fucking throbbing, and you’re launched into your second orgasm like you’ve been shot on a rocket to the fucking moon, your stomach left somewhere behind you.

You throw your arms around him in turn, drawing him in for a kiss that could barely be called that, uncoordinated, messy. He mouths at the corner of your mouth, your cheek, the space beneath your eye, the hinge of your jaw. His release floods you, pulse after pulse— until, finally, his hips stop, and he drops his face into the juncture of your throat and your shoulder, chest heaving, struggling to catch his breath.

Adrian swallows, then says, “Mo— Mother— Motherfucker, I fucking— I fucking—” He laughs breathlessly. “Oh, shit, they know, don’t they?”

“I don’t know,” you tell him. Your chest is heaving, too, and you let your head fall back until it meets the mirror, trust it to hold you up. “I tried to cover for you, but you fucking moaned. Out loud. During fucking Candyman—”

“It wasn’t because of Candyman this time,” Adrian hisses back at you.

For a moment, he just looks at you. Then, he snorts— And then, he’s laughing again, burying his face in your throat to muffle the sound of it. His shoulders shake, and you can’t help grinning, too, a laugh of your own bubbling up in response.

“I fucking love the shit out of you,” Adrian tells you. He kisses down the line of your jaw to your chin, then up to your nose. “Mm, fuck.”

You relish in his attention for a bit, basking for only a few moments more before you remember that this may be your apartment, but you do have guests in the other room— guests who are your friends, your pseudo-family, and who think Adrian is sick right now.

Still, they didn’t even pause the movie. Their loyalties clearly have limits, you think, amused.

“I want to fuck you again but I want to hang out with our friends,” Adrian complains. He’s frowning when you look up at him. His angle gives him a slight distance, and his eyes are a little unfocused on you without his glasses. “It’s hard being a normal fucking person. Why can’t I do both?”

“You just did,” you remind him. “Now you’ll have to pick your poison.”

Adrian nips at your lower lip before he says, “Brace yourself,” and pulls out.

You bite back a whimper of your own, clenching around nothing, missing the impossibly thick fullness of him inside of you.

“Aw,” Adrian says, and leans over you, reaching down with his already-slick hand to push a little bit of his cum back inside you. “Better?”

You bite as his lower lip this time. “Come out in, like, five minutes. I’ll tell them you just ate something bad earlier but you’re fine now.”

“Okay, yeah, perfect,” Adrian says. “It’s better that they just think I almost shit myself.”

He’s not even being sarcastic, which just makes you laugh. “Maybe I’ll just tell them you did shit yourself.”

“Leave me my last shred of dignity, please,” he says, before laughing. “Just kidding, I have zero fucking dignity. Tell them I shit out my mouth for all I care.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Adrian,” you laugh, shoving him away from you. You stand on shaky legs yourself, accepting the offer of his hand to balance when he holds it out. You consider cleaning yourself up, but you don’t really want to lose Adrian’s cum inside of you.

You just tug your underwear and jeans back up, refastening them. When you look up at Adrian, the tips of his ears are red, patches of color high on his cheeks.

“That’s so fucking nasty hot,” he tells you with delight. He drops down to kiss the joint of your jaw, biting a bruising kiss in there, sucking at your skin like he wants to tear you apart.

You have to forcibly separate the two of you, reminding, “Come out in five minutes, okay?”

Adrian snaps off a salute, and you leave him there, scurrying back to the living room. You feel flushed and sheepish, but not enough to regret it, as you return.

“Hey,” Leota whispers as you reclaim your seat. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, he just wasn’t feeling great,” you tell them. You look at the movie screen, trying to figure out where the fuck you are in the story. “He’s okay now, he’ll be back in a minute.”

Nobody responds to you. After a beat, you realize nobody’s responded, and you look around. Your eyes meet Emilia’s first, and she just feels— knowing.

“Yeah?” she asks. “He’s okay now?”

Chris snorts a poorly-muffled laugh. Heat instantly blazes across your face.

Adrian re-enters the room then— too early, you note— and declares, “I stopped shitting myself!” and Chris openly starts laughing.

“If that’s what you sound like when you shit yourself, I don’t want to know any more about you,” John tells him.

Adrian just stares at him for a moment before he laughs, too. “Economos, you and me, man. We have such a funny fucking thing.”

He bounds past him to jump up on the loveseat, unbothered. When he tugs you back into his side, you go, aware of the eyes on you.

Everyone does eventually slowly look away again. The movie’s still going, and you stare at the pictures moving on the screen as your heartbeat gradually slows down and your pulse returns to normal. Out of the corner of your eye, you do note when Chris shifts to sit on the ground with Emilia, too, a blanket over the both of them; you can’t help but wonder—

Adrian starts pulling a blanket over the two of you again, too, but Leota leans over and snatches it right off of you.

“Fuck no,” is all she says. She gives the blanket to John instead, who drops it on the floor without hesitation.

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sweetsbfreex · 3 years

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a father’s duty

Summary: brought to u by the wholesome picture of Cevans sewing up dodger’s stuffed lion 🤧

Warnings: Talk of trauma (nothing too in depth) and talk of sex

Pairings: Dad, Husband!Ransom x reader

You and Ransom were cuddled up together on the couch, some random movie he had chosen that you weren’t paying attention to. You wanted to cuddle, but he insisted on watching this movie so a compromise had to be made. And the feeling of his hand going up and down, inside your shirt, against your arm; Could only make you purr in contentment.

And you were meant to doze off if it wasn’t for the dramatic, high pitched scream of pure agony. You both shot up from your seats, looking at each other wide eyed before dashing up the stairs (Ransom ahead).

Until you were in the doorway of an overly purple room.

“Mommy! Daddy!”

Ransom let a small, stunned gasp at the feel of a teary eyed four year old, Celeste bolting to his legs. Her small arms had tried to wrap around his legs as she sobbed into his jeans, fists tight as she clutching the denim.

Confused you had leant down adjacent to her, Ransom peering down from his stance, lifting her arms to softly run circles over her back.

“What’s wrong baby?” a fake pout on your lips.

“She’s dead!” she had sobbed, her puffy cheek making contact with his expensive jeans to make eye contact with you.

“What? Who’s dead babe?” Ransom asked, tilting his head downward, eye brows stitched together.

She propped her chin up against his leg, “Daffy” she blubbered, extending her arm behind her to point at the limp stuffed bunny a few feet away.

“Fucking––” He couldn’t finish his sentence a hearty laugh emitted into the otherwise somber air, still laughing (some tears streaking his face) he had picked up the once blubbering girl so she saddled on his hip.

“Ransom! It’s not funny and language, god”

“C'mon” he dragged the n, “You gotta admit this is hilarious, she’s so dramatic...I wonder who she gets it from” he smirked, looking at you knowingly.

“You” you appointed, holding back your smile.

“As if” he scoffs rolling his eyes.

“Daffy!” Celeste exclaimed, snapping the two from their loving trance.

“Right!” you snapped yourself back into mom mode, making way to Daffy and your way back to the two, watching Ransom wipe the tears from Celeste’s face, calming her down in a hushed voice.

You sidle up next to Ransom lifting the stuffed animal, so the both of you could evaluate the state of her favorite buddy. You looked up to him, watching his face scrunch up, almost like disgust, but you knew he was just very confused.

“Jeez leste, what’d you do?”

The light yellow bunny up front was perfectly fine, but once you had turned it around a tear in the fabric of the it’s “spine” was parted, the thread poking out along the hem.

“I–– I was just spinning her around”

“Is that really what you did” you prompted.

“No..” she set forward shyly, resting her temple against her father’s shoulder. “There was a string and then I pulled it by accident”

“By accident?” Ransom asked, eyebrows raised.

“On purpose” she mumbled, eyes tearing up slowly.

Celeste is probably the biggest liar the two of you know. You both have been working on that habit, reassuring her that it was fine and being honest is better most times (minus surprises, safety, etc). You both had even resorted to acting out examples for her. She was getting better, but ever the fibber she still found a way to slip into the habit. And when you had asked her why exactly she loved lying, she only replied with a quib “It’s fun!” giggling to herself.

“Hey it’s okay, you were curious” he cooed, “Mommy will fix it don’t worry”

You looked up at him mesmerized, not so surprised at the father he was becoming. Remembering all those nights he had kept the two of you up, even the day you were in labor, he had been worried. How was he ever supposed to love a kid properly–– let alone his–– when he never had that benefit. All these what ifs running through his head in a cycle.

He had even taken it upon himself to sign you both up for those parenting classes. The ones with the fake dolls. Dolls that he held gently as if they were alive.

“I will. You’ve had a long day, love, you wanna go to bed now?” you asked her, smiling.

She nods silently, reaching her hands out to you. Ready for the familiar night routine to begin.

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After Celeste had been put to bed, it was not you and Ransom being the only two up. You were both in your shared bathroom, getting ready for bed.

You groaned, catching the attention of Ransom. “Sewing that thing is gonna be some work” watching yourself in the mirror as you rub in your lotion.

“You’re tying that thing together, how hard can that be?”

“I’m sewing it together”

“Tomato, Tomahto” he responded.

“Fine, since you think it’s so easy why don’t you fix it for her?”

“Deal. I’ll take another night of anal as my end” he says this confindently, not expecting another word for you, as he saunters past you briskly but not before placing a kiss to your check and a rough smack to the ass.

Ransom.

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And god did he take this seriously. Making sure you were up this entire time as he achieved his new level of domesticity.

And you did, sitting up against the headboard as you watched him sit shirtless across the sized room.

He sits in the barrel chair. the stuffed animal in his lap, a spool of light pink thread to match the bunny in between his legs, and a packet of needles in his hand.

“Babe you have to––”

He holds up a hand, stopping you from saying whatever you were about to say.

“I got this babe” he tells you, looking at you wearily as he pulls up a video (‘how to sew stuffed bunny animal together’) on his phone.

You watch him watch the video,switching the show you were watching to make it seem as if you weren’t watching him too carefully.

He squints, focused as he listens to the lady in the video.

“You look so cute”

“Thanks” he grumbles, placing a thimble on his pointer finger.

He was like a cute grandmother. His eyebrows brought together and tongue poking through his cheek, which you teased him endlessly about. There was just something about watching a brawly, grumpy man like him knit. So you pulled your phone out wanting to take a quick picture.

“Put. it. down.” he tells you, not even looking away from his task.

“Wha–– You’re really creepy, you know that. Smile” you demand of him. “It’d be so cute for the album”

He of course doesn’t smile instead raising the stuffed animal to cover his face from the camera, but you were quick enough to get something before that. Smiling fondly at the adorable photo of his concentrated face. Once you had your fill of serotonin, you closed the device and reached over to set it on your nightstand.

“You gonna give me a kiss goodnight before you go?” he asks you stoically, head still looking down at his task.

“Yes Ransom. Just give me a minute’ you respond, shimmying yourself from the soft sheets. You make your way besides Ransom–– naturally he wraps one arm around your waist to bring you–– leaning down and placing a kiss to his cheek (which he smiles at) then his lips. He pulls back first only to return again for a deeper one. Sending you off, finally, with a pinch to your ass.

“Goodnight, Baby” you tell him over your shoulder on your way back to the bed.

“Night y/n/n.”

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“y/n” is whispered in your ear and the shaking of your shoulder is what causes you to wake up. You turn your head over your shoulder to see Ransom standing over you gleefully.

“Ransom?” you rasp, turning your whole body over to face him, looking at the clock on your night stand. “It’s two in the morning!”

“Thanks captain obvious” he mutters, rolling his eyes. Yet, he lifts up the stuffed animal. Both hands on either paws, holding it up to show you. “I finished!”

You instantly noticed the band-aid wrapped around his thumb and the brightest smile on his face. Through it you could see how proud of himself he really was. He really was getting a hand of this dad thing he was still figuring it out.

Ransom, however, could only think about how tired he was and how strained his eyes felt––probably rimmed red. With the amount of times he had to rewatch the video because he missed or didn’t understand a step. But, for his little girl it was definitely worth it.

“Well, look at you. You did so good bub” you extend your arm up lazily to then loop it around his neck, bringing him down for a kiss.

If only his conceited friends could see him now. Thinking about how Danver, one of the many friends he had dropped, would berate him passively. Calling it a women’s role most likely.

“Thank you” he settles one more kiss, “Let’s go”

“Go where?” you chuckle

“Leste’s room...where else? She’ll need him to sleep the rest of the night comfortably” he explains, removing your arm from his neck. To gently tug your hand.

“You sure?” you ask hesitantly.

“Hundred percent, let’s go”

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You open the door slowly, the creaking sound it emitted making you cringe. And when you’re hushed by Ransom, you twist around instantly sending him a stink eye.

And you both stand against the side of her bed, you crouch down. Raising your hand to her shoulder.

“Lesty” you whisper, your thumb running circles over her shoulder.

She wakes up slowly, as always. The clear indication that she is awake being when she raises her hand to rub at her eyes.

“Mommy? She stops and gasps, “Are we going to Disney?” asking the question with glee, she sits up, her hands placed over her book patterned pajama pants.

You and Ransom share a short laugh. Remembering how you surprised her just like this months ago. The frown that overtakes her face makes you both want to laugh.

“I’m going back to sleep” she tells you both, already reaching for her blanket.

“Wait” you laugh, holding her hand. “There's a surprise for you”

At your announcement, Ransom steps up holding out the sewed up stuffy. Her tiny hands covered the gasp she let out, muffling it.

“She’s fixed!” she’s astonished, running her fingers along the stitches.

Celeste felt like a jumping bean with all this happiness filling her body and she wasn’t sure how to express how happy she felt. So, she jumped onto her mother, arms latched onto her neck. Kissing her cheek incessantly.

“Thank you thank you thank you-”

“Actually––” you start.

“Woah! Woah! Woah!” ever the dramatic, “Momma didn’t do this. I did babe” he tells her, a gobsmacked, playful expression on his face.

Ransom’s replica quickly unlatched herself from y/n, rocketing herself into his arms. He held onto her tightly. Falling in love with the toothy smile–– albeit it was missing a front one–– she gave him. He was rolling around in her appreciation towards his gesture. This was all he wanted. To be a better man for you to marry and be a better father for his daughter.

He brought her into him a little bit, placing a kiss to her forehead.

“Anything for you Leste” he tells her in a hush.

You rise slowly from your crouch, knees a bit sore from how long you were down there. Just in awe of the love they both exerted towards each other. Ransom’s hand lightly flying over the back of her head and Her tiny palm coddling his cheek.

“Time for bed?” you ask the two of them, your hand naturally going to Ransom and Celeste’s shoulder.

“Yeah. I’m tired” she tells you, dragging out the h. Setting her cheek to her dad’s muscled shoulder. Nuzzling her cheek against it lazily.

“Yeah? Well let’s put you in bed first” Ransom responds.

You walk behind the two, as Ransom sets her down gently on her bed.

He sets a kiss to her cheek then he pulls back, watching the way her arms tighten around the stuffed animal.

“You love it?” he asks, a proud smile etched on his face.

“Yes” she whispers, “Thank you, daddy” her palm caressing the top of it’s head.

“Anything for you Leste” he reaffirmed. He needed her to know that he’d do anything. Anything. To keep a smile that bright on her precious face. He didn’t want her to doubt if he ever loved her or if she could ever come to him about anything. He especially didn’t want her to think that she’d be second to his work.

He loved her too much and decided, right when you told him the news, he’d learn from his parents’ mistakes and trauma he had to deal with.

“Goodnight, honey”

He gets up from his spot watching you lean over placing a kiss to her cheek, tugging the crocheted blanket to Celeste’s chin.

“Night baby” you tell her sweetly.

“Night” she replies to the both of you before snuggling into the duck more.

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RIght when you shut the door, you expect to face Ransom’s back walking towards your bedroom. But try not to scream, startled, when your head meets with his chest.

You look up, probably not the smartest thing to do. “You ready for bed?” you ask nervously, each hand landing on his broad shoulders.

With the way he was looking at you, you would assume you were the last stash of biscoff cookies he always keeps fully stored in the house. Especially, with the other Drysdale in the house, the cookies went by faster when they used to.

“Don’t think so..We made a bet. Remember?” he smiles

“RIght now?!” you hiss lowly. He must have lost his mind. “You woke me up at like three in the morning”

“It was actually two” you whack his arm at his smart mouth, of course he doesn’t react. “Anyway. A bets a bet. Let’s go baby” he crouches down, lifting you up swiftly into a bride-groom like position.

“Ransom!” you whisper, taken by surprise.

“A quickie and then we’ll drop her off at your parents tomorrow to get to the real stuff tomorrow” he asserts.

With that, he picks up his speed. Taking you both down the hallway. Once he’s arrived at his destination–– the bedroom–– he throws you on the bed. Laughing to himself with how stricken you look. You should be used to this by now, he tells himself.

“Ransom!” is the last of his name he hears with a tone of scolding mixed with shock, before he gets to work. When he climbs on top of you quickly––like a lion to prey––biting your neck.

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maizumis · 3 years

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LOVE IS NOT FOR EVERYONE - suna x fem!reader smau

part 5: the date

summary: after years of not talking to each other, your childhood best friend decided to reach out again, how will everything go?

note: heavy make out session with suna, he says ily as the stupid boy he is, thanks to @sunalma cos one of the songs is out of her playlists<33

series masterlist - part 6

An elevator ride couldn't feel so long and short at the same time, biting your lip, scared of seeing that person after so many years.

Clumsily taking your keys out of your bag, you open the door and there you saw it, perfect, handsome boy you fell in love on the young years of high school

“you look beautiful, as always” He told you with his deep voice that made you shiver on spot, he seemed more mature now, with features no longer like the ones of a teenage boy. You were out of guard when his arms wrapped comfortably around your waist, still leaning into it

Looking at him, at his eyes, that same green eyes that made you fall in love when you were a child and that green eyes that were making you fall in love, again “Rin, I missed you” you whisper with a soft tone, your head resting in the comfiness of the crook of his neck, his left hand came to cup your cheek, taking in how fucking pretty you looked like that

“I missed you too, so much, do you want to know what did I plan?”

“yeah rin, I'm sure I'm gonna love it" he took your hand in his, leading the way to the passenger sit in his car "you're not gonna found out until we are there, so you better be patient" he slid the seatbelt in front of him and pecked your hand before starting the car "okay, I can handle that"

"the aux is yours then, pretty girl"

your eyes widen after hearing that pet name "do you want me to call you daddy too?" it was supposed to be funny, you thought he would only call you pretty girl in texts, apparently not

"if you like"

Pretty Please by Dua Lipa starts playing in the background, gradually turning up the volume until it was hard to hear your own voice

Suna thought the sight was pretty, the window on your side rolled down with the wind all over your face, happily singing by the lyrics not giving a single fuck about the world, just as he loved to remember you

"This makes me remember of the old days but instead of the car, you in my room giving me a concert that, in fact, didn't ask for"

his comment took you back down to earth, old days, just old days, no feelings attached at the moment; you were praying to any god up there to make the butterflies go away in your gut go away, you were one hundred percent sure he could hear your heart beating from where he was sitting, not even the loud music could hide it

“old days? We should make new memories I think”

"yeah, we can make new memories but we shouldn't let go of the ones we have, hand me your phone" you did as you were told, suspicious of what he was about to do until you saw him open Spotify, oh okay, he is gonna change the song.

Fluorescent Adolescent was now blasting from the stereo "umm, love this song, gives me the dancing in front of a mirror with a brush vibe"

He chuckled at what you said "and you did that? would like to see it with my own eyes"

"We are almost there, babe, close your eyes"

"Babe? we are not dating, Rintaro"

"maybe we should"

maybe we what? that did take you back, choosing for peace, you shut your mouth and closed your eyes, anxiously waiting for what he had

"you have your eyes closed, right"

"yes, rin, they are closed, I didn't know you were blind"

he opened the door of your seat, interlacing your hands so he could guide you behind a tall tree "I need you to stay here until I have everything done, okay? it's not gonna take more than ten minutes" he didn't give you time to answer that he was already walking back to his car.

"better be something good" you murmured under your breath, turning on your phone to scroll through social media until he called you.

he called you exactly eight minutes after he dropped you behind the tree "if you don't like this, then I don't know what should I do"

The scene in front of you was dreamy to say at least, the back of his car decorated with fairy lights, lots of blankets that seemed so warm, and pillows in all their forms that you knew for a fact they were comfortable as fuck, you were quick to wrap your arms around his neck, chanting like a mantra 'rin, this is beautiful' and 'im so thankful' he gladly took you in his arms, his nose behind your ears, landing a sweet peck right there

"you ready for movie night, pretty girl?"

"bet your ass I'm ready, Rintaro Suna" and with that you were off, running to his car ready to spend the best night of your life

Or perhaps the beginning of the end, who knows

Howl's moving castle last scenes were on the screen of his laptop, a weird feeling in your heart after he remembered it was- no, is your favorite; you two stared sitting beside the other and now he has his arm protectively around you, his back straight against the backseat while your head was on top of his underarms, cheeks smashed to his collarbone "you did remember it, rin" your eyes still locked on the screen in front of you, watching the movie credits.

He looked down at you with soft eyes, deciding to close the laptop and pull it aside "how could I not? hand me my phone"

you did as you were told, searching for the little device under the huge blankets "here! take it"

he quickly searched for a song and toss it aside, I Wanna Be Yours playing inside the car from the 11-inch phone "come here" he signaled, patting his lap.

it took you a good minute to realize what he meant but now you're on top of him, looking at his emerald eyes in search of a hint of what he is thinking

he took his time analyzing your feature, looking at your cheeks, forehead, baby hairs, nose, lips, and finally your eyes, he could see the past in them, and a little of his future too

"not as much as you, rin"

he didn't answer, to lost in the paradise of your face, he was now focused on your lips, how would they taste?

to answer his own question, he leaned into your face, into your lips that he knew that were begging to be touched by his own

your eyes were wide, taken by surprise by his action, even if you saw it coming, it was something you were dreaming for years now

he looked at your eyes again for a kind of permission, and when he saw you nod, his hand was in the back of your neck in a matter of seconds while yours found home on his hair, tugging it slightly

"a kiss and you're all whiny and needy"

"shut up and fucking kiss me-"

he took the chance of sliding his tongue inside your mouth, exploring every single place he could, his free hand now on your lower back to move you back and fort his lap, he took the flavor of the artificial coconut lip balm you were wearing, he took all he could, in fact

"not only you look good but you taste good too" you hear him groan before going into it again, soft pants coming out of your mouth, whimpering his name as a mantra r-rin, r-innie, arching your back to be closer to him, you could feel his smirk on your now puffy lips with every movement of your hips, the hand on your lower back now going down to grip your thigh

pulling out to catch a little air, you rested your head on his large neck, you two were in comfortable silence, your head rested against his chest and his hands caressing your cheek

maybe ten minutes passed while you were cuddling until your phone screen turned up after a notification- you didn't care about it but the time, past two in the morning "rin, would you take me home? is getting late" he gave your cheek a sweet kiss before standing out the car, extending his hands to help you do the same "of course I can, pretty girl"

the drive back home was quiet, you could hear Apocalypse in the car radio, looking by the window to the beautiful night lights in the city, suna's hand on your thigh, playing with it from time to time, using the other one to drive

"We are here"

"Thanks for bringing me home, rin, I had fun"

he stepped out of the car with you- not letting you out that easily, his hands with a firm grip of your waist and silence was around the two of you, just appreciating the presence of each other, your hands going inside his jackets to hold his waist too

"good night, I love you" he told you and sealed his words with one last kiss

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chifuyuzu · 3 years

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leap of faith — sano manjiro x reader.

word count — 1.3k.

genre — fluff fluff fluff, i love sweet mikey.

contains — cursing, timeskip SPOILERS present, reader is gender neutral.

description — sano manjiro is in love with you, and he realizes how much he loves you at the ass crack of fuckin' dawn.

author's note — hey besties, this is my first published fic here, kinda short but mikey brain rot is heavy. i hope you enjoy this cute fic before i rip your hearts out with some angst in a few days :^) reblogs and likes are always appreciated! and please give me feedback in my inbox! hehe, enjoy.

“it’s late.”

you know. but you still wanted to hear the sound of his voice before bed.

“mm… i missed ya’, is that a crime?” your voice echos through the receiver, the sound of your duvet crinkling in the background as you shift in place. sano manjiro was a busy man. always has been, always will be. being the leader of a biker gang was never easy—let alone some “new age” criminal organization.

you didn’t understand why manjiro persisted to play this game of russian roulette with his life. but it was never your place to overstep, especially since this was his life. it was all he knew, all he understood. you’re not sure what he’s doing, or if he’s even allowed to talk on the phone at this hour, but you still wanted to hear him. just so you know he’s alive and well.

you hear him chuckle, the sound of his feet scurrying against whatever floor his sandals were clacking against. the background noise that accompanied him earlier has dissipated; you realized he probably went outside to hear you better.

“your crime is loving a fool like me way too much. don’t think you’re sane.” he’s right. you’re actually crazy for even pursuing him. there was a lot of push and shove in the beginning, both parties scared of being hurt and getting hurt. but you were always there, even when manjiro went through whatever darkness was eating at his soul.

“crazy for you.”

“corny.”

“you love me.”

a pause. eerie enough to send shivers down your spine. why wasn’t he responding? did something happen? did you smother him too much? is he regretting—

“marry me.”

… not what you were expecting. especially not over the phone.

“sano manjiro, did you just propose over the phone? what kind of shitty rom-com are we in?”

“is that a no?”

“... never said that.” you wanted to marry him. but you wanted him to put that lifestyle behind, for the sake of the family you might have in the future. kids, dogs, cats, etcetera. you wanted him to be in, one hundred percent. but you knew he was too deep into this world to run now—especially since he’s so well-known as the ‘invincible mikey.’ you still longed for a happy home with manjiro, and a normal life.

“maybe you’re right. it’s not my style to ask you this over the phone.”

“try again later. when you’re really ready.”

the gag is, he is ready.

manjiro hurries home, blond locks hidden underneath a thin, black hoodie. he’s shaking, like a pomeranian in the presence of fireworks. his hand meets the left side of his chest, back pressed up against the grey colored wall of your shared apartment as he slides down to sit on the floor. it was four in the morning, and manjiro was about to shit himself.

he gulps, eyes peering around for you, double checking that you were fast asleep before he makes a phone call. his fingers tapped the back of his iphone, impatiently waiting for the other caller to answer. though it was the crack of dawn, he still needed some moral support.

“mikey? fuck you callin’ for at this hour? haven’t heard from you in mo—”

“ken-chin. i’m proposing.”

a loud ‘flop’ rang through the receiver, accompanied by the bedsheets seemingly slipping underneath draken’s feet. it was a huge bomb to drop, especially when the duo has been separated for months on end. manjiro hears more shuffling, followed by a few curses. “you’re fucking lying. the one you’ve been one since—?”

“yeah. i’m crazy as hell. but i love them. head over heels. i’m a goddamn simp.”

“why the hell am i the first to know, man?”

“you’re m’best friend, even if i need to stay away from you. and, also… you’re not the first to know. i asked them already.”

“you WHAT? don’t fuckin’ tell me you did it some dumb way like over the pho— you did. you’re impulsive enough to do it like that, too.” regardless of how long it’s been, draken still knows and understands manjiro like nothing ever happened.

“yeah… not romantic. but i can’t see myself with anyone else. i trust no one else. but i… am…”

“scared? man, you’re the head of a criminal organization. ‘course you’re scared. you don’t want the love of your life… to get hurt…” his voice trails off and manjiro’s heart tenses even more. the memories of the past still felt fresh. all the people they lost in tokyo manji… could never be replaced. not in a million years.

but the living must live.

“i love y/n. never felt like this before. i’d quit everything. but i would have to make sure they’re safe and whatever future we have together is secure. i know i promised takemichi that i’d protect everyone and that future he worked so hard to save… but what about mine?”

manjiro really did sacrifice everything for his friends. being the type of person who carries everyone else’s burdens takes a toll on his mental. he felt selfish for wanting to leave it all behind. but maybe being selfish was beneficial once in a while.

“listen—”

“do you think i’m stupid?”

“mikey. you’re not stupid,” draken sighs, shuffling again in place. “you just want to love someone and be loved in return. nothin’ stupid about that. what is stupid though, is you proposing over the damn phone.”

he’s not wrong. it was a spur of the moment decision that could drastically change his life forever. but with you, he doesn’t care. as long as you’re his, forever.

“how do you think i should do it?”

“well. i guess, tell me some sappy shit. how do you feel about them, and whatnot.”

“i don’t think i could ever imagine me with anyone else. a lot of people have tried to grab my attention but i only have eyes for y/n. sometimes when shit gets real hard…” manjiro takes a deep sigh, fingers threading through his hair, tilting back the hood to let it fall onto his back. “i think of y/n and i remember that even in this shit world, someone is here for me. someone cares about me. they make me feel like i’m not alone anymore.

i have dreams ‘bout us, y’know? me and y/n… kids running around. a little mikey clone. pissin’ them off because we want little flags on our meals. going to the park and letting kids be kids. maybe i’ll teach ‘em at a dojo like gramps did for me and my siblings. maybe i’ll teach ‘em about bikes—with your help, of course.”

draken laughs, letting his friend continue his little speech as he gets comfortable in bed again. don’t think i’ve ever seen mikey like this, ever, draken muses.

“man, we can own a whole zoo if we wanted. chifuyu could hook us up, in secret, of course. still have to protect everyone,” manjiro is grinning from ear to ear, head resting against the wall. “i wanna grow old with them. honestly, i didn’t think i’d make it to my twenties. more so, i didn’t want to live past twenty-something. but now… things are different. wanna be old and gray. see grandkids terrorize our children. die together.”

the tension in manjiro’s chest has faded away, only left with warmth that only you could bring him. his free hand reaches into his pocket to fumble with a small box, snapping it open to reveal the engagement ring his grandfather handed down to him.

he wasn’t the marrying type. but for you, he was.

“that all? you sound good like that, man. make an exception and let us come to the wedding.”

manjiro wants that more than anything. his friends, you... all safe. all happy. but again, the fear creeps up. he doesn’t know what to do with himself if any of you get hurt.

“... how do i tell y/n that?”

“you already have.” your voice makes him jump, knocking the velvet box out of his fingers and onto the hardwood floor. his face pales, followed by a huge lump forming at his throat when he sees your figure emerge from your shared bedroom.

“i-uh… i thought you were a-asleep.” manjiro mumbles, earning a huge laugh from draken on the other side. he hears him say something along the lines of ‘my cue to leave. good luck. send me an invite.’

“i was waiting for you.”

he’s sweating now, a small bead forming at the base of his neck. his phone is now at his side, the screen flashing from draken’s caller id to the lockscreen photo of you on your first date together, a few years back. your eyes zone into the box, though.

“i was going to do this… better. god, i fucked up, huh?”

you’re laughing now, rubbing your tired eyes before you join him near the wall, picking up the box. “what makes you think that, dummy?”

now he’s confused. you wanted him to ask when he was serious, but in his head, serious meant rose petals, candles, someone singing celine dion in the distance.

without a word, you slip the ring onto its appropriate finger, holding up to the small rays of sunlight that peaked through the window from the approaching sunrise. manjiro’s hands fly up to your face, holding his whole world in his hands. his eyes are shiny, on the brink of tears. you nudge your noses together, foreheads connecting tenderly. your hands hooked onto the hem of his hoodie, bringing his frame closer as you whisper a soft ‘yes.’

“yes?”

“yes, i’ll marry you.”

manjiro’s lips curl up into the silliest grin you’ve ever seen him sport, before he presses a soft kiss to your lips. now he’s kissing you quite desperately. as if he’s trying to make sure you’re real, that this isn’t a dream. you feel his words vibrate against your lips, “gonna make you so happy, i promise. i love you. i love you so, so much.”

“forevermore.”

“forever yours.”

#tokyo revengers x reader #mikey x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers imagines #mikey imagines #🌧 — cloudwrites.#bro i love mikey sm please

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Ok so what sbout remus/sirius being too sick to go to an away game so the other one has to go alone, and then tons of facetime conversations and "get well soon" videos from the team?

This is related to this fic about Remus and Finn bonding over terrible reporters--hope you enjoy! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove, and the Loops/ Talker bonding is for @lee-1012!

TW for illness

“You don’t look so good.” Remus frowned as he held the inside of his wrist against Sirius’ forehead. “And you definitely have a fever.”

“Non.” Sirius sat up on his elbows with a groan, then almost immediately flopped back down.

“Yes.” He leaned back on his heels and checked the clock—they had two hours before they had to be at the airport. “Baby, I don’t think you should—”

“ ‘m going.”

“It’s not a good—”

“Gotta go. Games.” Sirius cracked one glassy eye open. “Two weeks away. I’ll take the first couple days off.”

Remus sighed through his nose and brushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes. “You shouldn’t go on the plane if you’re sick. Not just for your sake, but for the rest of us. We don’t need everyone to come down with this.”

He received a halfhearted glare in response, but Sirius finally huffed and curled on his side to nuzzle against his thigh. “I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too, baby,” Remus said quietly, bending to kiss his temple. They hadn’t been apart for that long since before he was a player, nearly a year prior. Hell, he had never played a game without Sirius, let alone two weeks’ worth. “Lily will check on you, okay?”

Sirius mumbled an incoherent response and cuddled closer when he began combing his fingers through his hair. The second alarm beeped, loud against the quiet of their bedroom; time to go, he thought ruefully. Sirius touched his knee as he started to stand. “Love you. Be safe.”

“Love you more.”

“Love you most.”

“Go back to sleep,” Remus said as his heart clenched. “I’ll let Coach know what happened, but you’ve got to rest and take care of yourself. Hydrate or die-drate, yeah?”

“Yeah. Love you.”

“Sleep,” he repeated, kissing his forehead once more before hauling himself out of bed and tucking the covers around Sirius’ shoulders. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

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The clouds were a soft, pastel pink around them as the sun rose—Sirius’ favorite. If his phone was correct, Lily would be there soon to let Hattie out and make sure Sirius wasn’t pushing himself too hard. The thought brought Remus a bit of relief, but not enough to quell his concern.

Talker poked his forearm, snapping him from his reverie. “What’s going on?”

“Just worrying.”

“About Cap?”

Remus waved a hand vaguely. “And Hattie, and Lily, and whether he’s got a cold or something worse. Feels weird being here without him.”

Talker hummed his agreement and offered one of his earbuds. “Want to listen to half of Bohemian Rhapsody with me? It’ll give you five minutes and 55 seconds of relative peace.”

“It’s too quiet,” James groaned just before he pressed ‘play’.

Across the aisle, Remus saw Kasey roll his eyes. “Your husband is sick, dude, not dead. He doesn’t talk to you on planes anyway.”

“It’s the principle of the thing, Bliz.”

“Oh my god,” Kasey muttered under his breath, securing his headphones tightly over his ears.

James let his head flop to the side with a baleful look. “Loops, you’re on my side, right?”

“I’ve got you, buddy,” he assured him. Talker stifled a laugh, and the opening chords began as more clouds rolled past. Remus let himself drift with them, taking deep breaths to soothe his worries; Sirius would be fine. He had the sniffles, or at worst the flu, and he would be join them for the second week in top form. There was nothing to worry about.

---------------------------------

“He’s got pneumonia,” Lily sighed.

“He what?”

“A mild case, but the doctor said it would take a week of antibiotics and rest before he’s close to a hundred percent. No hockey for about a month, too.”

Remus stared at the wall of his empty hotel room, lost for words. “Well, fuck.”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck.”

“Pretty m—absolutely not, go lay down.” There was a rustling noise and two grumbling voices. “Sorry about that.”

“Will you put me on speaker real quick?” Remus asked, pinching the bridge of his nose until he heard a faint click. “Sirius? You there?”

“Yes! I miss you, and I was just going to tell you that it’s really not that—”

“Please sit your ass down. Lily, if he tries to fuck around and find out exactly how nasty pneumonia is, you have full permission to sit on him. I miss you too, love,” he added after a short pause.

“He’s blowing you a kiss,” Lily informed him. “Oh, and he’s giving me the puppy eyes.”

“Resist if you can. Love you both. Give Hattie lots of cuddles from me.”

“We will,” she promised.

The second the call ended, Remus groaned aloud and thumped his head against the wall before padding down the hall. Just my fucking luck. The door swung open after the second knock; Arthur’s face fell. “How bad is it?”

“Mild pneumonia.”

“Fuck.”

“Yep. Doctor said he’d be out for a month.”

Arthur rubbed his eyes and nodded, motioning Remus back towards his own room. “Get some rest, then. I’ll let everyone know in the morning. Any idea how he got it?”

“Not a clue.”

“Thanks for the update, Loops. Sleep tight.”

“I will,” Remus lied as he headed back for a sleepless night between cold sheets.

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Lily sent updates every few hours; most reported that Sirius was sleeping well and looking better with each passing day, but Remus couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly guilty. If something happened while he was hundreds of miles away, he would never forgive himself. He had sworn in front of their closest friends and family to be there in sickness and in health—what kind of husband ditches their partner for one of a million roadies?

This one. He stabbed a piece of broccoli and shoved it in his mouth. And then he goes and makes an idiot of himself for the world to see.

The interview was supposed to be easy, but he couldn’t let it roll off anymore. Not when he couldn’t answer their questions even when he wanted to, not when he was states away from the love of his life while he was sick, not when he felt helpless and shoved aside in every current aspect of his life.

“So.” The chair next to him creaked as Talker planted his full weight in it and set his plate decisively on the table.

“What.”

“Oh, pissy Loops. Haven’t seen you in a while. Talked to Cap yet?”

“Yeah.” Another piece of broccoli fell victim to his frustration.

“How’s he sound?”

“Better.”

“Sweet.” Talker continued to munch away on his dinner. “Anyone ever told you that you have the general disposition of a wet cat when you’re upset?”

Remus tried and failed to keep down a smile. “I seem to recall you bringing it up on occasion, yes.”

His dark eyes softened and he bumped their elbows together. “He’ll be okay.”

“I know.”

“Really, Loops. Cap’s going to be just fine. Lily doesn’t sugar-coat this kind of stuff, and he’s a tough guy. Mild pneumonia doesn’t stand a chance. Besides, we’ve only got four days left and we need you to kick some ass out there.”

If Remus was a little more emotionally vulnerable, he would’ve burst into tears. Instead, he settled for leaning his temple against Talker’s with a quiet ‘thanks’ and allowed himself to be pulled into a side hug. Across the dining hall, Finn shot him a thumbs-up and a wink. “Love you, man.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Talker teased. “The internet is already coming to your aid, you know.”

“About…?”

“Not only have those asshole reporters become a new meme, you’ve also got a shit ton of people bringing up past mistreatment of athletes in the press room. You’re the face of a revolution, Loops.”

“I’ve been the face of too many revolutions for one person,” he groused, not even bothering to duck out of the way when Talker ruffled his hair.

“Well, one more won’t kill you.”

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Remus’ heart raced as he stepped off the plane. The logical part of him knew that Sirius would be waiting outside the security gate, but everything else screamed to see him now, now, right now so he could be sure he was alright. At least he had sounded healthier on the phone the night before—Remus wasn’t sure what he would do otherwise.

“Deep breaths,” James reminded him as they walked toward the baggage claim. “I’m sure he’s—”

An excited shout broke through the thick crowds. Remus’ heart skipped a beat, and then he was running, racing through the people that parted for him as his vision tunneled. His carry-on hit the ground with a low thud that he hardly heard as Sirius lifted him straight off the ground and held him tight.

“I love you,” Remus said immediately, locking his ankles around Sirius’ lower back and squeezing his eyes shut. “Are you okay?”

In lieu of a response, Sirius pulled back and kissed him, cradling one side of his face in his warm, warm hand. Two weeks may as well have been an eternity. He broke away after a moment, searching his face for any signs of illness or pain. “I’m fine,” Sirius said softly, as if he could read his mind. “I promise. A little tired and sore, but there’s no lasting damage.”

“Don’t do that again,” Remus said into the side of his neck as he hugged him close. He smelled like home. “Not when I have to leave.”

Sirius’ arms were steady around his back. “I won’t.”

“I’m going to grill you on everything as soon as we get home.”

“I know.”

“But right now, I’m just going to hug you because I missed you and I worried myself into a hole, like, every night.”

He could feel Sirius’ smile against his shoulder. “I know.”

#remus lupin #sirius black #coops #thomas walker #talker #james potter #lily potter #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #sick fic

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seijorhi · 3 years

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This isn't a request or anything but I had a soulmate AU idea that I think you'd like.... And reminded me of Oikawa. Imagine you find ur soulmate from their name written on your skin on ur 16/18 bday, but.... You're blind. And dating Oikawa. And he /swears/ your name is on his skin... But when your birthday rolls around, he insists you don't show anyone else.... And starts buying you clothes to cover the mark.... And you hear him whispering about his mark to Iwa.... And you begin to worry. 👀

I know it wasn’t specifically meant as a request, but I took the idea and ran with it - I hope it’s okay!! 💕

Oikawa Tooru x Female Reader

TW gaslighting, manipulation, dub con nsfw, blind reader

Part II

Always

“You promise me it’s there?”

Are you sure it’s me?

Rich, warm laughter fills the air around you, and despite the tension gnawing away in your stomach, the corners of your lips twitch into a soft smile.

“You don’t believe me!”

He’s happy. Even gasping in mock indignation Tooru can’t quite manage to keep it from his voice.

He has every reason to be; you’re both home for the first time in a year and a half, settled in the well worn couch at his parents house, your friends sprawled out either side of you. He’s twenty one today and as of five minutes ago the proud owner of his very own soulmate mark.

Or so he tells you.

“Well it’s not like I can see it,” you tease, nudging yourself closer so that you can rest your head against his shoulder and sighing loudly. “It could be Issei’s name for all I know, and you’re all just too nice to break the news to me.”

The choked snort from your left side makes you giggle, but not as much as the sound of your boyfriend fake gagging.

“Please, he fucking wishes!”

“Iwa tell her!” Oikawa demands, and you can just imagine the way that Iwaizumi’s eyes must roll before he ultimately gives in.

He always does.

“It’s yours,” he sighs. “Unfortunately you’re stuck with him, Y/N. My condolences.”

Yours.

It’s hard, even as raucous laughter fills the air around you and Oikawa turns to shout at his best friend, to deny the warm fluttering in your chest. The arm around you eases you closer, a thumb absentmindedly stroking at your side and you allow yourself to relax against him.

It’s your name on his skin. You’re his soulmate.

For the first time in weeks, it feels like you can breathe easy. You wonder if Oikawa knew, if he noticed the way you held onto him just that little bit tighter - like you were scared to let go.

You’ve loved Oikawa for as long as you can remember, but you only get one soulmate. Was it really so outlandish to wonder whether his first love would be his last? Whether you could ever be good enough to be his?

The little blind girl, always following at his heels.

For all your faults, you’ve never been naive. You know how amazing he is - Tooru has always been destined for great things and you were just his highschool sweetheart.

A hindrance, one of his very dedicated fans had once taken the time to inform you, clinging desperately to whatever scraps of pity he felt charitable enough to throw your way.

Neither one of you had realised that Oikawa had heard every damn word.

—

“Can you just…”

Oikawa pauses, the hand he has wrapped around yours squeezes lightly. “Hmm?”

Breathe deep. Just say it.

Tell him.

You’re almost at the gate, your flight’s leaving in twenty minutes (and you would have been there sooner if he hadn’t insisted on dragging you through every overpriced store in the damn airport) and in a few hours, you’ll be home again.

But it isn’t the thought of being back in Japan that worries you. Your bottom lip catches between your teeth, your heart thumping unsteadily in your chest. His birthday is in two days, and that’s when he’ll find out who his soulmate is supposed to be. And you trust him, you love him. Even if the name on his forearm isn't yours, it’s not like he’s just going to suddenly toss you aside like yesterday’s trash, but… things’ll change, you know they will. And you couldn’t even blame him for that, because how much effort can you really be expected to put into a relationship if you know they’re not the one you’re supposed to end up with?

The doubts you have, the ones that fester and play on your every insecurity, keeping you up at night long after Tooru has drifted off - you’ve tried to shut them out and ignore them as best you can, but you just can’t get on that plane without having some kind of reassurance.

What if it’s not you?

“Just promise me that if…” your breath catches in your throat, and you try to force a smile on your face even though you know that it wobbles. “If it’s not- if I’m not-”

Soft lips press against yours, cutting you off. It’s only for a heartbeat, enough to get you to stop the panicked tumble of words you couldn’t quite get out, but for you it feels like it lasts a lifetime. You could lose yourself in Oikawa’s kisses, you think. Lose yourself and be happy for it.

A warm palm cups your face. “I love you,” he says, and it isn’t the murmured declaration first thing in the morning, his voice still thick with sleep as he rolls over to kiss you good morning, and it isn’t the cheesy, throwaway line he gives whenever you save him the last bite of the milk bread that he specifically bought for you (because god knows his coach would kill him if he found out he ate the entire thing himself).

It’s a promise.

“You are my soulmate,” his thumb strokes along your cheekbone, and you can’t help but lean into the touch. “You’re the only one I’m ever going to want.”

Standing on the outskirts of your gate, moments away from boarding the plane that’ll take you both home, you’re not entirely sure if he’s trying to tell you that he’s certain that the name on his arm is going to be yours, or that he doesn’t care if it isn’t.

Either way, it’s enough.

“You’re mine,” he breathes, and captures your lips in another kiss - this one brimming with ardent devotion, a love too deep for either one of you to speak.

—

Hours later, Iwa, Makki and Mattsun are all asleep downstairs and it’s just Tooru and you curled up in his bed. You suppose you shouldn’t be surprised that being back in his childhood bedroom did little in the way of curbing his appetite, but between giggles and breathy moans, Oikawa’s hand clamped over your mouth and his lips at your ear-

‘Shhh, you have to keep it down, cutie. Unless you want the whole house to hear all the pretty sounds you make when you’re about to cum for me?’

- he manages to wring four orgasms out of you before the two of you collapse back against the mattress, all sweaty and panting.

And you think he’s fallen asleep now, an arm slung around your waist, his face buried against the nape of your neck despite the warmth of the balmy summer night. With his chest flush against your back, you can feel the steady rhythm of his heart, lulling you gently to sleep with every beat.

Soulmate.

This, here, in Oikawa’s arms, this is where you belong, where you’ve always belonged. And yet even with happiness and relief and an overwhelming love singing through your veins - keeping you wide awake - you can’t deny that it feels… strange almost, knowing that out of seven and a half billion people, you’re the one he’s marked for.

He’d sounded so sure back at the airport, like there wasn’t even the possibility of doubt in his mind that you were the one for him. And maybe he was just saying it to calm you down and get your ass on the plane, but if the situations were reversed and it was your birthday first… could you really say with one hundred percent certainty that you knew it would be his name that’d show up on your arm?

You love him more than you’ve ever loved anybody else (more than you ever probably will love anybody else), it’s just that you’ve always known that the two of you were on wildly different paths. Tooru’s the starting setter for a pro volleyball team, and there’s already whispers of that national squad, Olympic selection.

He’s talented and driven and sometimes you wonder whether you ever would have left Miyagi let alone Japan at all if it hadn’t been for him dragging you along with him.

You’ve always been so content in your own little bubble. You cling to what’s comfortable, what you know - all your life, you’ve been told that you’re not defined by your disability, but you’ve never tried to push yourself beyond it.

With Tooru, you’ve never had to.

That girl, years ago - she wasn’t wrong. You do cling to him, like you’d clung to your friends and your family. And maybe that’s not the worst thing in the world, but when you compare what Oikawa has to offer his soulmate compared to what you bring to the table, and-

“I can hear you thinking from here,” your apparently not-so-asleep-after-all boyfriend murmurs in your ear. “Tell me what’s bothering my pretty girl.”

You sigh, rolling over to face him. It’s pointless to lie to Tooru - he can read you better than anyone else - but admitting the whole truth, even here under this little refuge of soft intimacy between the two of you, feels harder than it should be.

“You’re not… disappointed, are you?”

The harrumph that escapes his lips sounds almost offended, but the brush of his lips against the tip of your nose is sweet. “How long have I known you?” he asks.

Your forehead wrinkles at the question. “Fifteen or so years, I guess?”

You’d only been six or so when your family had moved in the house next door to his, across the street from Iwaizumi’s, and you can still vividly remember the first time you met him - crying in your front yard with a scraped up knee - always too eager for your own good.

“Hmm,” he acknowledges, “and how long have we been dating?”

“Seven-ish years?”

He chuckles, kissing you again, this time on your cheek. “And how long do you think I’ve been in love with you?”

Your whole face warms, and you fight the urge to bury it in his bare chest, especially when he reaches out to tuck a stray lock of hair that had fallen out of place back behind your ear. “Tooru-”

He sighs again, the sound tinged with just a hint of fond exasperation. “Give me your hand.”

You oblige, and you feel his long fingers curl around yours, tucking all of your fingers but your index away and drawing your hand closer towards him. It’s only when your pointer brushes against skin that you realise what he’s trying to do. Still, you don’t offer a word as Tooru slowly traces your finger along the dark letters on his skin - his soulmate mark.

Your name.

“I’ve been in love with you since we were kids, Y/N. You’re mine, you’ve always been mine, just as I’m yours,” he vows, and you almost shiver with the intensity that burns in every word. “Any other name would have been nothing more than a filthy lie.”

Any further protests are swallowed up by another kiss, and your boyfriend takes it upon himself to show you exactly how much he adores you, over and over again, until sheer, utter exhaustion drags you to sleep in his arms.

—

Your own twenty-first birthday is a vastly different kind of affair. For one, the two of you decide to stay in Argentina - Oikawa’s mid season and can’t afford the time off training to traipse back home again.

Which means that it is just the two of you alone in your villa when you feel an odd burning sensation start to creep through your left arm. It doesn’t hurt exactly, more like a warm tingling sensation that flows along your skin as one by one the letters of your soulmate’s name come to light.

The sharp little gasp that slips from your lips must have alerted Tooru - hovering as he had been for the better part of the day - because his hands are on your arm within a moment, flipping it over and eagerly dragging it closer for him to inspect. His own breath hitches in his throat, his fingers tightening on your soft skin and a tentative smile works its way across your face.

People have told you before that your boyfriend is handsome - stupidly beautiful, you’d once overheard one of your old high school classmates bemoan. His voice certainly is, soft and pretty and lilting, warm like the first rays of the sun on a cool winter’s morning, though not without its sharpness. Oikawa always has had a wicked tongue. In your head, you picture a face to match, delicate, angular features, warm eyes and a grin that’s just a little impish. Trouble, but the irresistible kind.

You wish you could see it now, watch your soulmate’s eyes widen with delight, or maybe soften with quiet awe. You want to see him happy, deliriously so, you want to look into those lovely eyes of his and see all the love that’s coursing through your veins right now reflected right back at you.

He still hasn’t spoken a word.

The slow drag of a breath, shaky and too sharp, had your bright smile freezing on your face. His grip hasn’t relented, fingers calloused from years of playing volleyball digging into your arm almost painfully. The air between you two is still, he hasn’t moved, not so much as a twitch.

Unease creeps its way into your stomach.

Why hasn’t he said anything?

He’s never exactly been the strong, silent type, and you love him for that. Iwa often complains that his best friend likes the sound of his own voice too damn much (half heartedly at best), and maybe that’s true, but he never realised that it doesn’t bother you in the slightest.

It’s different for you, not being able to see.

You don’t exactly blame them for not understanding - how could they, really? Without your sight to help you, your other senses have to work in overdrive just to make sense of things. Tooru’s voice builds the world around you, imbues it with a spark, guides you like a hand stretching out through the darkness. It’s a gap in the void, a reassurance you cling to - because without it there’s nothing. You’re alone with only your thoughts to keep you company.

So when he goes quiet like this, it’s never a good sign.

A lump lodges its way in your throat. Without your sight, his silence is almost impossible to read, but you can sense the sudden heaviness in the air, the tension hanging thick between the two of you.

You expected dramatics. Tears, maybe, or a burst of affectionate cuddles and kisses. Gushing over your mark just as he had when his own had come through. Hell, you thought he’d grab his phone and take a thousand and one pictures just to prove to the world that you were his as much as he was yours - because you loved each other. Because you were soulmates.

Is there something wrong with your mark?

“Tooru?” you murmur, the edges of your smile starting to slip as your panic rises. “I-is everything-”

“You’re mine.”

The clipped words are little more than a whisper, hoarse and choked. It takes you by surprise, making your heart skip a beat, the knot in your stomach tighten, yet just as that paralysing apprehension starts to take root, he clears his throat, and a laugh bubbles to the surface.

Slowly, like ice thawing, his fingers relax on your forearm, gliding up over your shoulder to curl around your neck. “You love me, right?”

Your eyebrows knit together, but you nod anyway. “Always.”

There’s another shaky breath, and suddenly his arms are wrapping around you, drawing you into a tight embrace. You don’t fight it, still bewildered by the sudden whiplash of his tone.

His own heart is racing, you can feel it as he holds you against him. The question burns deep inside of your chest, a thought you don’t want to give voice to, but you can’t seem to stop yourself - it slips out before you even realise you’ve opened your mouth.

“It is your name, Tooru, isn’t it? You’re my soulmate?”

There’s a beat of silence, and Oikawa hums, resting his chin against the top of your head. “Of course it is, cutie,” he chuckles. “Who else’s name would it be?”

He takes you out for dinner to celebrate. You’d originally picked one of his favourite dresses to wear, a strapless white number with a pretty, flowing skirt that fell to your mid thigh, but Oikawa stops you before you can leave, passing you over an old denim jacket of yours.

“It’s cool out tonight,” he says as he eases it over your shoulders before you can protest.

You don’t question it.

—

He fucks you that night, hard, fast and unrelenting, holding onto you so tight that you swear you’ll have bruises come morning.

—

Oikawa likes doing little things for you.

He likes it when you hold onto his arm and let him guide you around when you go out together (you do have a cane - it sits in the back of your closet for ‘emergency uses’ only). He likes to buy you pretty things, jewellery, clothes, little trinkets that remind him of you - spoiling you with every opportunity he can, doubly so now that he has a salary that affords him that luxury.

It’s not uncommon for him to pick out your outfits. For one, you can’t see so you kind of have to rely on somebody else’s help so you don’t end up a mismatched disaster, and Tooru seems to enjoy doing it. He likes seeing you wear the things he buys for you - lacy, soft and demure.

He also likes it when people know that you’re his.

So it doesn’t strike you as odd when Tooru insists on you wearing his club hoodie over your dress the next time you go to one of his games. You might not be able to see him fly across the court, but you can hear the cheers, the roar of the crowd as they stamp their feet and chant like a battle cry when San Juan scores. You can taste the excitement in the air, and whenever your soulmate steps up to the plate to serve, you feel the rabid excitement of the crowd thrumming in your veins.

It’s warm in the stadium with so many people crammed close together, you push the sleeves up without even thinking. It’s not an issue - it shouldn’t be - but when your boyfriend slips his arms around you, fresh from the locker room post match, it’s the first thing he notices. He’s tugging them back down before you can so much as offer a hello, tersely muttering something about you getting a cold when you frown.

There’s a tiny flicker of unease at the odd behaviour, but he’s kissing you before you can linger on it for too much longer.

And if that’s all it was, maybe it would be easier for you to shove that niggling worry aside.

But once you start noticing things - little, inconsequential things you would have just shrugged off before - you can’t seem to stop, and that tiny seed of doubt starts to take root, to sprout and grow.

Your friends stop calling by. Back home your social circle was pretty much limited to Tooru, Iwa and their friends - not that you minded at all, you love them all dearly, it’s just that you didn’t really have any friends of your own outside of that little group. When you moved across to Argentina and Oikawa started training for longer hours, dedicating himself wholeheartedly to his new team, you got lonely, sitting in your new home just waiting around for him to come back to you.

And it took a while, but eventually you started to venture outside of your comfort zone and lo and behold - even with your stumbling Spanish, you managed to make a few friends! Though you can tell that your beloved boyfriend wasn’t exactly thrilled by the burgeoning new friendships you gushed to him about, he’s never begrudged you them. If it made you happy, then he was happy.

Lately though, they’ve been kind of distant. And by distant, you mean… well, nonexistent. They don’t come visit you anymore, when you call their numbers, it just rings out.

You can’t even leave voicemails - there’s just an automated voice telling you their message banks are full. Regardless, not one of them has made the effort to call you back, and it’s not like you can text them to ask why they’re avoiding you. Life gets in the way, you know that, and sometimes people just drift apart but it’s like all of a sudden they’ve just dropped off the face of the planet.

But when you mention venturing out into town one day without them while Tooru’s at practice, he seems strangely resistant to the idea.

“I just don’t like the idea of you wandering around by yourself. It’s not safe out there for you, cutie,” he tells you.

The words are saccharine, as sweet as the kisses he presses against your lips when he coaxes your chin upwards. You love him, you do. And you understand that he worries - even away from the hustle and bustle of the big cities, San Juan isn’t exactly a crime free neighbourhood, but for the first time the strong, muscular arms that wrap around your waist don’t bring comfort.

It’s like they’re a cage, locked around you and dragging you slowly down to the depths, and it’s driving you mad because you can’t figure out why it feels like that.

Biting back your annoyance, you sigh, forcing yourself to relax against him. You love him - this is normal, couples disagree all the time. “I’m not an invalid, babe. I’ve done it before - I can’t just sit around the villa all day moping all alone or I’ll go crazy.”

He hums noncommittally, his fingers trailing idly across your skin as he draws you closer still, and the conversation is dropped.

Two days later, you find your cane snapped in two in the back of the closet. Oikawa has some weights stuffed in an old gym bag for when he can’t be bothered leaving home to work out - the bag must have fallen on your cane and cracked it when he put it back after his session yesterday afternoon.

An accident, it has to be. He’d never deliberately do something so petty, right?

And there are moments where you can forget the doubts that gnaw away at your insides. Tooru has always been a caring, attentive lover - the perfect boyfriend. He seems more determined that ever to shower you in love, whether that’s by waking you up with his tongue eagerly lapping at your cunt, bringing you home bouquets of fragrant flowers and cooking the two of you dinner, or just with the tiny gestures of affection - tucking your hair back away from your face, linking his hands with yours, the little kisses and compliments he lavishes you with on a daily basis.

When it’s just the two of you, lounging around on the couch, his head resting on your lap and your fingers carding through his hair, it’s easy to pretend that everything’s fine. The two of you love each other. You’ve been his rock, his biggest supporter right from the early days, and Tooru’s the one who drew you out of your shell, who makes you feel like you’re actually worth something.

That you’re beautiful, and loved.

It’s not until you come home one afternoon from an impromptu trip to the local bakery just down the road that all the little pieces fall into place, and you realise why.

The craving for something sweet was what drew you out. Truthfully, you hadn’t really thought twice about it. It was a short trip, one you’d made a thousand times before, and it wasn’t like the locals didn’t know you, wouldn’t watch out for you if they saw you about to unknowingly hurt yourself or trip over something.

The alfajores in your hand were supposed to be a surprise, Tooru had been wound up from practice lately, more stressed than he usually was this late in the season, and you knew you weren’t the only one with a wicked sweet tooth. You’d just wanted to cheer him up.

You hadn’t expected to come home to find Tooru pacing in your bedroom, muttering to himself, and you certainly hadn’t expected him to whirl around at the sound of your approach, snatching at your wrist and all but hauling you inside.

You certainly aren’t prepared for the snarling, bitter words he hurls at you.

And yet even as tears fill your eyes, a choked sob bursting free as he berates you for leaving the villa without telling him, Tooru clutches at you so tightly it feels like your arm’s going to snap.

“You can’t leave me! You can’t - you’re mine!”

He doesn’t stop, barely pauses for breath, but those eight words hit you like a freight train, and everything else fades out into white noise. You can’t for the life of you explain how or why, but in that moment, you know with absolute certainty that the name on your arm can’t be his.

Tooru lied to you.

He’s not your soulmate.

It’s all you can do to stand there numbly while your boyfriend falls to pieces in front of you. The angry yells and screams turn into wretched sobs, and suddenly it’s Tooru collapsing in your arms, clinging to your neck like it’s a lifeline as he sniffles against your chest, and when desperate apologies turn into desperate kisses and he starts to lead you backwards towards the bed, you don’t fight him.

He treats you like you’re made of glass, worshipping every inch of your skin, fervent declarations of love spilling out between kisses like prayers of the devout at an altar. He fucks you slowly, lovingly, moaning your name so sweetly as he searches for absolution within the plush walls of your sex.

And with his fingers coaxing at your clit, his lips dancing against yours you fall off that precipice with him.

You have no idea long the two of you lie there in silence, limbs entangled with one other, but eventually you register the warmth of his hand on your cheek, caressing it with a gentle kind of tenderness that makes something deep inside of you ache.

“You still love me, don’t you?” Tooru’s voice is quiet. Hesitant. It reminds you of the little boy you knew, the one who confided all his fears of never being good enough to you, desperately seeking the validation you always gave so freely.

Your eyes flutter shut, another stray tear spilling down your cheek, and your heart breaks anew.

“Always.”

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