#also do another movie together i am begging you

[iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin]

taedros taedros

part two: taedros twodros ☆ part three: taedros tresdros**NEW wc: 2k reader: femme afab warnings: MINORS DNI EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ -- porn with plot, oral f!receiving, swearing, calling tae a virgin loser as a joke, mentioning the weeknd LMAO summary: loserbestfriend!taerae makes you watch the idol on hbo max with him for movie night, but a certain convertible scene sparks your "curiosity" more than the others... and taerae proves he might not be such a loser after all. :0 omg who am i?? i even wrote in all lower case letters in the fic to throw you off... i know you'll know right away though but that's not the point lmao!! i just didn't think i should be this horny for taerae on main so. here's the dedicated zb1 smut blog no one was asking for (except me. i was asking for it so let me live.) thank you to taerae for posting these pics next to each other and ruining my life. also the idol sucks and sam levinson and the weeknd are horrific for creating it. i only know some scenes from it because i watch comedy commentary videos about it. jennie is beautiful tho love her. ALSO i thought of this title and i cried laughing. mwahaha okay thanks for reading byeeeee

“this is the worst show I’ve ever seen in my life,” you say with a laugh, throwing a piece of popcorn in your mouth. “i can’t believe we’ve made it through two episodes already.”

🚨 SMUT BELOW CUT -- MINORS DNI -- 18+ 🚨

taerae sighs, “i think i’m gonna need to bleach my eyes.”

“throw some in my ears while you’re at it,” you joke, letting a leg drape over your best friend’s. you’re crammed together in the bottom bunk of his dorm room bed, watching the idol on the tv that’s hung at the foot of it. “i will never, ever be unable to hear the weeknd whispering, ‘stretch that tiny little pussy for me’. and every single day i will beg the lord for mercy.”

“are we sure we wanna watch the third episode?” taerae asks-- shifting a bit next to you. “this show is so graphic.”

“of course the virgin wants to chicken out,” you tease, smacking his stomach with a pillow. he grabs it from you and leaves it there. “you’re the one who wanted to watch it! now you wanna quit two episodes in? not gonna happen. we can make it through this.”

if you hadn’t pressed play at that exact moment, you would’ve heard taerae gulp beside you. 

the intro of the show plays, assaulting your eyes with an up-close and personal view of jocelyn’s bare chest. what else is new? you yawn, hoping the third episode’s graphic scenes (at the very least) won’t be repetitive. bitch has put on a blindfold to end both episodes so far...

sitting with your back leaning against the wall, you try to steal a glance at taerae. his upper back is propped up on his pillow as he lies perpendicular to you, facing the tv screen. you watch his eyes, catching the subtle dilation of his pupils. it could be the light from the television in the otherwise dark room shifting their size, but you find yourself curious nonetheless.

“do you think she’s pretty?” you ask suddenly.

taerae coughs. “me? do i think the actress is pretty?”

you nod, eyes returning to the screen in hopes that the lack of eye contact will make taerae feel comfortable enough to give you an answer.

“she’s pretty, yeah,” he says after a moment. 

“like, you’re attracted to her?” you clarify, throwing another piece of popcorn into your mouth.

“uh,” he hesitates and you feel his legs tense up under yours. “i guess. i mean she’s not really my type, but--.”

“but you like her tits.”

“exactly,” taerae agrees too quickly. “wait, no--.”

“no need to walk it back,” you cut him off with a snort. “boobs are hot. end of story.”

taerae sits up a bit more, seemingly trying to relax after your probing. you didn’t talk to taerae about sex or girls all that much, but you’d be lying if you said the show hadn’t suddenly made you a bit curious. what experience did your lovable loser of a best friend have-- if any at all?

the interrogatory questions you’re suddenly wanting to ask are thrown from your brain, however, as the show now cuts to a shot of the weeknd (you and taerae refuse to call him tedros tedros) and jocelyn in the back of a convertible-- their poor assistant driving these two insufferable cretins down the freeway.

nothing’s out of the ordinary until jocelyn crawls from her seat and lifts one leg to straddle the weeknd. she’s in a slinky tangerine bodysuit and little black shorts and the weeknd’s hands easily envelope her waist. you roll your eyes, already having grown so sick of these two. 

but when jocelyn is suddenly pushed to the edge of the seat, her back against the car door and her head resting on the frame-- your attention is piqued. the weeknd wraps his hands around her thighs, prying them apart so he can pull her shorts to the side just enough to fit his tongue. the actress’s head lolls back over the car door frame; her blonde hair dangling over the side and flowing in the wind. her face is screwed up in absolute bliss and the sounds coming out of her confirm her state.

would she really be screaming like that just from his tongue?

“um,” you hear taerae say and you look over at him curiously. “if-- if he’s good with it, then yeah. she would be, i guess.”

you frown. what was he talking about? if he’s good with what? ... oh fuck, you think as you realize that you’d accidentally said your previous thought out loud. and now poor taerae is stumbling to give you an answer.

what did he say? if he’s good with it then she would be.

“huh,” you mumble, your brow furrowing as you ponder his answer.

you turn back to the tv, but taerae clears his throat. “what?”

“what? what do you mean, what?”

“why did you say ‘huh’ like that?” he asks, the pillow on his stomach rustling as he shifts slightly. “do you not agree or something?”

“oh, uh,” you stutter as you feel your cheeks start to heat, not sure what to say. “um, i guess i wouldn’t know.”

the silence from taerae is deafening as your eyes stay locked on the tv. you’re not sure why you said that. you could’ve just lied. you should’ve just lied.

“are you a virgin?” taerae asks softly. the accusation whips your head around to stare at him angrily and his eyes widen cautiously.

“obviously not,” you answer in a huff. “i just... i’ve never...”

you look down at your lap, picking at the skin on your fingers. you should stop while you can. you don’t need to tell the truth. why are you even considering telling him this?

“no one’s ever gone down on me or anything.”

“oh,” taerae manages to respond after a long moment, but you can’t even look at him.

“yeah.”

another moment of silence. “you shouldn’t be, like, embarrassed by that. that’s... that’s entirely their fault for not prioritizing you, you know?”

your bottom lip tucks between your teeth, the aforementioned embarrassment flushing your skin as you nod. the show is still playing, but you can only hear garbled sounds. why did you tell him that!? now taerae has to awkwardly comfort you when you could’ve just shut your mouth in the first place. you didn’t really talk about these kinds of things with taerae. your best friend was there for movie nights, chinese food binges, laughing until you cry, and most importantly taking the absolute piss out of... 

and here you were making him uncomfortable by randomly talking about your oral virginity.

“would you want me to do it?”

taerae’s voice is so quiet that you’re positive for a moment that you hallucinated it. you look over at your best friend tentatively to find his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping his pillow to his stomach. 

“what?”

taerae blinks nervously. “if you wanted to, you know, try it... i could--.”

“WHAT!?” you shout; hands grabbing the pillow on taerae’s stomach and throwing it across the room. “are you-- are you fucking joking!? you think i’m desperate enough to ask my best friend to eat me out?”

“no, no, no,” taerae respond quickly, hands flying up in defense. “not at all!”

“then what?” you ask, jaw setting in anger as you wait for a good enough answer to keep you from punching him in the balls.

taerae’s lips form the slightest pout. “you seemed really curious about it. i just... i just thought i’d offer.”

you bite your lip as you think. “what do you even know about that kind of thing? I thought you were a virgin loser.”

“ouch,” taerae says but quickly shrugs it off. “i guess you’re only right about half of that statement.”

you frown. even though you’d never talked about it before, was taerae secretly experienced? more experienced than you?

“you don’t have to say yes though,” he adds quickly. “i’m sorry; i probably shouldn’t have said any--.”

“okay,” you cut him off softly.

taerae’s eyes widen in surprise. “okay?”

you nod slowly. “i don’t believe you that you’re not a virgin loser, but if you’re offering...”

taerae sits up, leaning on his hands as a little smirk lights up his face. “i’ll eat you out and then you can eat those words. how does that sound?”

the way your heat flutters at his words catches you off guard. so does the way he swiftly flips you onto your back as you take the position he was just in.

“whoah,” you exhale, your best friend absolutely knocking the wind out of you as he positions himself between your thighs. he takes the hem of your shorts in his fingers, eyebrows raising at you expectantly. you lift up your hips enough for him to shimmy them off, discarding them on the floor without taking his eyes off your still-clothed center.

you glance at your underwear, panic immediately hitting you when you realize you wore the only clean pair that you had left...

a black, lace thong.

they were the only pair left, because you honestly hadn’t had a reason to wear them in a little while.

“fuck,” taerae curses, hands wrapped around the outsides of your thighs. “were you going somewhere after this or...?”

“if you don’t shut your mouth, i’ll be going somewhere before this,” you threaten, but the words come out shakier than you would’ve liked as taerae begins to plant open-mouthed kisses up your thighs. “... ‘s laundry day tomorrow.”

“mm, I see,” he replies, shifting his weight to one hand so he can bring his right hand to your heat. your heart rate rises as he moves towards where you’re quickly growing to need his attention most. two fingers press at your clothed-core gently and the sound of the tv in the background does nothing to dampen the moan that escapes you from just the small amount of pressure.

“laundry day’s coming just in time i think,” taerae says, a smirk highlighting his cavernous dimples in a light you’ve never seen before. “from the way you’re soaking through these.”

“shut up,” you groan, bringing your hands up to cover your face. taerae hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties, tugging at them playfully to get your attention. peeking out through your fingers, you glare at him.

“do you want to stop?” he asks, removing his hands quickly. “we can stop if you want to or need to or anything.”

you reach down and grab both of his hands in yours, reattaching them to your underwear. “please keep going.”

he blinks at you for a moment before nodding, pulling your thong down your legs as you lift your hips up for him. taerae lies down fully in between your thighs now, guitar-string calloused hands wrapping around your thighs and guiding them to rest on his shoulders. 

“so pretty,” he whispers. eyes focusing on your throbbing cunt, taerae’s grip on your legs gets a little tighter-- a little more desperate. “really.”

“thanks,” you respond shyly, watching as a bit of steam begins to coat the rim of taerae’s glasses. you can’t help but smile as you reach for them, carefully removing the frames and placing them on the stand next to his bed. 

“thanks,” he echoes. 

“i’m still not convinced that you aren’t a-- oh fuck...” just as you’re about to tease your loser of a best friend again, his tongue finds your core and licks a long stripe up from your opening to your clit. taerae exhales a laugh against your pussy, tongue circling your clit as his hands now take hold of your hips.

“wait, what the fuck?” you whine breathlessly as he works you over with his mouth. “tae, i thought... oh my god.”

“taste so good, baby,” taerae moans like he’s enjoying it just as much as you are. he slips a finger in your entrance carefully, stretching you until he deems you ready for a second. “Think this pussy might be perfect.”

his eyes are closed; eating at you like you’re his favorite meal. it’s hot. way hotter than the scene from the show. way hotter than anything on that stupid show-- in which another sex scene is playing on the screen behind taerae. you suddenly feel so much pity for jocelyn; one of the hardest characters in history to pity. but the fact that there’s no way tedros fucking tedros is eating her out as good as taerae’s eating you out right now is tugging at your heart strings.

“tae,” you whimper, feeling the knot in the pit of your stomach begin to tighten. your hand tangling up in his hair at the nape of his neck causes him to moan into you and the vibration only makes you tug harder. “please, please wanna cum.”

“already? you sure?” he says, disappointment coating his voice. “could eat this pussy all night.”

“holy shit,” you exhale. you didn’t even know taerae was capable of talking like this. the only time he ever said pussy around you was if he was calling you one. now as he looks up at you from between your thighs, his pretty dimpled-smile covered in your juices as he continues to fuck you with his fingers and press his thumb against your clit...

you’re nodding frantically now. “please, please tae. make me cum.”

“fuck, baby, okay. whatever you want,” he agrees quickly, the lust in his eyes at your demand reaching a whole new level. he removes his thumb from your clit and the sudden lack of contact causes you to whine pathetically. “sshhh, don’t worry baby. i’ve got something even better, i promise.”

just as some tears from frustration are welling up in your eyes, taerae’s lips close around your clit and he begins to suck. “oh my GOD,” is all you can manage as your orgasm starts to wash over you. “taerae. oh my god, tae... c-cumming.”

you’re grinding your pussy against his tongue now to maximize the friction and the way he lifts your hips a bit to bring you even closer tells you that he’s loving every second of this. your moans match the ones that taerae is mewing into your core. he places your hips back down onto the mattress, holding them steady as you start to squirm a bit from the overstimulation. he continues to lap at you gently as your hand falls from his hair to his shoulder, causing him to look up at you.

your cheeks are red now from both your climax and the new wave of embarrassment that’s creeping up on you. you’re not sure what to say, but luckily taerae’s got you covered.

he inserts two fingers inside of you again and then pulls them out-- covered in your juices. without hesitating, he sticks them in his mouth and sucks them clean. “you’ve tasted yourself, right? probably a lot. fuck, i’m so jealous.”

your jaw drops a bit, now doubly unable to speak at the filth pouring out of your best friend’s mouth..

taerae frowns at you. “what? you want to make this awkward now?”

you shake your head. 

“was it good?” he asks, head tilting to the side as he squints slightly. you reach over to his nightstand and grab his glasses, handing them back to him. he puts them on; raising his hand to ruffle his hair.

“you know it was good,” you mumble annoyedly.

he grins. “yeah. i do.”

“UGH,” you groan, hiding behind your hands again. “i hate you.”

“please, pleeeease tae,” he mocks, climbing up closer to your face to really rub it in. “make me cum.”

“SHUT UP!” you shout, hitting his chest with your fists in annoyance. “do not get cocky about this.”

taerae shrugs, biting his lip to keep from smirking. “i guess you never wanna do this again then?”

you sigh defeatedly before replying softly, “i didn’t say that.”

“good,” he says with a smile-- shifting to the edge of the bed and standing up. “i’m gonna get you some water and a towel, okay? don’t move a muscle.”

you don’t. taerae had made sure of that with the orgasm he’d just pulled out of you. as the door to his dorm room closes behind him, you’re left with only your thoughts and the sound of that shitty tv show playing in the background. you reach for the remote weakly, pressing pause on a bizarre scene of the weeknd jerking it over a clothing rack (?).

all you can think about, though, is taerae lapping at your pussy like a starved man. what the fuck just happened? did you really just let your best friend eat you out?

and how the fuck had he managed to leave you wanting more?

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[jongseongsnudes]

Dropping by to tell you how much I adored your Ni-ki's badboy trope fic. It is my favourite one to read of all time and I will definitely be coming back to read it. Just kind of sad that it's all over, manifesting 🙏🙏🙏 you write a similar one for him in the future 🙏🙏🙏🥹 Do you think you could write drabbles of somesort for it? i.e. The team begging Yn to get Ni-ki to do something for them cause he won't if they asked? That would be so cute but please ignore if you don't want to write it. Thank you for your hard work Cass 🙏🤍

awww thank youuuu 😭💖💖 i loved writing this trope for niki, i feel it fits him so well so our tsundere, badboy will be back in the future!

ill write a little something 😊💖 if anyone else has drabble ideas, send themmmmm

“why me?”

“who else but you mrs team captain!” taki shouts at you desperately, his hands pressed together in a praying motion, “it’s a saturdayyyyy! please help us, he will only listen to you and you know that!”

you both look over to the team captain who is standing by the sidelines, arms crossed, and already watching like a hawk over his team.

it was indeed a saturday and instead of going to the movies like you had wanted to do, niki organised a team practice, saying everyone needed to get back in shape for the upcoming season. the boy really worked hard when it came to football, you as his girlfriend knew that but come on... it was 8am on a saturday. no one wants to be here at the school oval.

“half the boys have dates today! i was gonna take eunji out,” taki nudges you a little, “don’t you want to go on a date today? it’s such a nice day... getting dressed up... holding hands with your boy... hugging... kissing...”

“say no more.”

and you were off on your way, a girl on a mission. niki may be tough but you knew exactly how to crack him.

“hi nishimura,” you say nonchalantly, your eyes on your phone like you were texting someone, “how long did you say practice was again?”

“well we can’t start practice if these little kids are just standing around wasting time!” he shouts a little louder for the rest of the team to hear before turning his gaze onto you, “why?”

“oh it’s nothing. you know how i wanted to go watch that new comedy today? well since you’re so busy, i’ll just go...” you smile sweetly, as if you didn’t have an ulterior motive, “with jj who also wanted to see it! anyway have fun practising! call me when you’re done.”

you had only turned to walk away when you felt a hand at your waist, pulling your body back into another. it’s obvious who it was so you had to fight back the urge to smile.

“so that’s who you’ve been texting the whole time? jj?” niki's tone is an octave lower as he mentions that name but it’s the deep chuckle that follows that tells you he’s unpleased.

“yeah! i’m gonna go home and change into that new dress i got, remember the one you picked?”

oh you were being so mean but you weren’t going to stop now, not when he looked like he was about to explode of anger.

“are you serious?”

“hm. if i didn’t know any better, i’d say this sounds like jealousy, niki.”

and you’ve hit the spot, calling him out on his jealousy that he always, always denied. even though everyone and their mothers knew how jealous niki could really get sometimes.

“hell yeah i am!” he suddenly shouts, gaining the attention of the team and definitely surprising you with the confession, “i bought that dress for you and you want to wear that out without me? of course i am jealous!”

“then come with me nishimura,” you finally break character, chuckling at how adorable he looked while throwing a tantrum. you reach up to pinch his cheeks, making the boy’s expression go softer instantly, “come on niki, it’s a saturday, let your poor team go have fun. don’t you want to go on a date with me?”

he thinks for a moment before leaning down to kiss you, his lips now curving into a smirk as he does. oh your poor heart. niki with a smirk? its a view you’ve always, always been weak for.

“you’re so cute thinking i fell for that miss class president, i heard you talking to taki,” the boy says with his usual smug grin and pinches your cheeks, “but since you put in so much effort to act, fine lets go on a date. you seem so desperate to have me to yourself anyway.”

“wh- what! i do not! whatever! you practice then, i don’t care!”

you try to push him away but the tall boy only hugs you harder. he’s now in a laughing fit while you turn to the field to get help from his team... but no one is there... the guys having ran off the moment they heard their team captain’s words.

but hey... at least you get to go on your date.

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#this was longer than i thought lmaoooo #okay last update of the year! #ask jongseongsnudes #the enha universe #enhypen #enhypen fic #enhypen drabble #enhypen fanfic #enhypen scenario #enhypen imagine #enhypen reaction #enhypen niki #enhypen niki fic #niki fic #niki imagine #niki fanfic #niki crack #niki drabble #niki fluff #niki nishimura #niki nishimura imagine #niki; bad boy

[pablitogavii]

Omg can we get gavi and reader watching the Barca new era documentary together!!! It would be so cute I feel like gavi would be so humble and flustered 🥹

Movie Night

"Do we have to amooor???" Pablo was whining while you were making some popcorn in the kitchen very much excited to watch the four new episodes of Barça Documentary.

"Yes, we do cariño! I can't wait to see it!" you say jumping on th couch with a bowl of popcorn in your lap and he pouted that you didn't sit on his lap and let him cuddle you. Pablo isn't much of a talker so he would never ask but you knew his love language is definitely physical touch.

"Do you want something cariño??" you tease him seeing his blushed cheeks as he looked away pretending to look at his phone but you saw right through his little tough act. He wanted to be cuddled and was too proud to admit it like always.

You chuckle leaning in and kissing his pouting lips before putting the bowl to the side and straddling his lap seeing the smile shine on his face.

"Did I guess right huh??" you ask feeling his hands let go off the phone immediately and go around you.

"Mhm.." was all he answered pulling you closer and smelling your hair before leaving sweet kisses on your shoulder and neck.

"You're such a cuddle bug Pablito" you giggle feeling his strong arms wrap around your body holding you tightly.

"Hm.." Pablo groaned wanting to move his kisses lower but you pulled back shaking your head and grabbing the remote from the table starting the first episode.

"Good try!" you smirk starting the first episode and he groaned laying his head on top of yours as you nuzzled your nose into his neck.

You were very much focused on the screen listening to everything while Pablo was braiding your hair, leaving kisses on your shoulder and a few pecks on your lips.

"Your little giggle is adorable Pablito" you say making Pablo flustered which was also one of the most adorable things to witness. Not many people can get him adorably shy like this and you were proud of be one of them.

"This is why I didn't want to watch it!!" he whines pretending to hate whenever you baby him but you both knew he was a big baby at heart. You moved off his lap since he wanted to lay on your chest and have you play with his hair as you played the next episode.

"I really love you in gold kit amor..so handsome" you say and he smirked looking up at meeting your eyes as you both smiled.

"I thought purple was your favorite one loquita?? I always dress you up in that one when we have our 'playtime'.." he smirked and you rolled your eyes knowing that one is definitely one of your main weaknesses. Now you were the flustered one and he was very much proud of himself!

"Sush amor! I wanna hear the interview!" you turn the volume up seeing Pablo speaking on the screen wanting to pay attention to every word feeling very proud of him in this moment.

"The kinds of accidents you had during these seasons were truly chilling. How does your family react to them? They surely get worried?" question asked

"When I'm on the pitch, I don't think about anything but the game. My family does get scared and so do I when I re-watch it but most of all, it's my girl that takes it extremely hard" he said and you were curious now to hear more blushing that he called you "mi nena" in front of everyone.

"She worries a lot about you?" question came and Pablo was smiling brightly into the camera.

"Yeah, she does. I hate to see her cry whenever I get injured but that's part of my job. She always begs me to be more careful and I try to play so sharp for her but sometimes there is no alternative you know..." Pablo answered and you smiled looking down and pecking his lips.

"Is it hard delegating between a relationship and professional athletic career?" was another question.

"I thought it would be which is why for awhile I was single but with her everything feels right. She's my biggest support system and I am so grateful for having found her." Pablo finished and you felt your eyes fill with tears as your heart melted. You didn't expect him to speak about you let alone in such a deep and sweet way knowing how shy he gets in front of camera.

"Aww preciosa..don't cry" he said getting up from your lap and holding your face while kissing away your tears as you hands went behind his neck playing with his hair while kissing his lips lovingly.

"I love you so much cariño!" you say and Pablo smiled into the kiss nodding his head and kissing your forehead before pulling you into a tight hug.

"I love you too mi nena..even when you make me watch myself on TV" he smirked after the last part and you both giggled before kissing each other passionately. For the rest of the night you binge watched the new season while cuddling on the couch and enjoying each other's company.

#pablo gavi x you #gavigif #gavi #fc barça #fc barcelona #pablo gavi x y/n #fc barca #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi #pablo gavi icons #pablo martín páez gavira #pablo gavira #gavira #pablogavixreaderfluff #pablogavixreadersmut

[alonetimelover]

Action! - tolerate it - 2020

Pairings: Harry Styles x Director!Reader

Summary: YN sees how much Harry is distancing himself from her and their relationship. She decides to confront him, not realising the cascade of events about to happen and the feelings she had buried within herself.

Warnings: angst! swearing, mention of unfaithfulness

Word count: ~3,0k

A/N: Another one based on a song, like the title says: tolerate it by Taylor Swift. Hope you enjoy it! x

requested by @abbeyroad069 I hope it meets your expectations 💗

part 2 - champagne problems

series masterlist let's talk about action!universe

20th of June was, like any day in California, warm and sultry.

Sun high above illuminating his face through the dimmed windows. Book that she recommended to him in his hands, flipping pages from time to time, annotating it. Scribbling in his notebook after having found a noteworthy quote. His hair falling into place like dominoes, the pink hair-slide having been forgotten from the gym the other day. Rolled up sleeves, showing his multiple tattoos and shorts, short enough to give her a peak of his Brazil one. 

She was sitting opposite him watching. Observing his head hanging low, reading the book she loved so much. His chest was rhythmically lifting with each of the deep and calm breath. His left hand, folding down the pages he’d already read. The right one fiddling with the pencil. 

She noticed everything he did and didn’t do. 

She sat and watched him. 

“I can feel your eyes on me, baby,” Harry spoke without sparing her a glance. “You’re staring.”

“I’m admiring.” Scrutinising. 

Harry closed the book and turned to her, “are you?”

“Yeah.”

“Not now, at least. Also that plant hasn’t changed since the day we bought it,” he noted, noticing her eyes watching the flower. 

He was wrong. Not for the first and probably last time. That plant was the fourth she brought to their shared house. The first one, that Harry was alluding to, was overwatered, because before it, YN hadn’t known much about plants and had thought they needed water like people, every day. But it was succulent. YN replaced it within two weeks. 

The second plant, a completely different one - a fuchsia, didn’t last longer. This one being unfortunately knocked over by a dog of YN’s friend, and chewed on, leaving just two flowers. Nothing she could’ve done with them, she searched it up. 

The third one lasted the longest - almost three months. She only needed to replace it, having learned she was allergic to ficus. After weeks of a runny nose, sneezing whenever in a living room and lacrimation, she went to a doctor, did allergic tests and wallowed over her proud achievement that a living plant was. However, she gave it to her best friend, knowing it would be in good hands. 

Harry didn’t notice any change. It couldn’t have been easy for him though. Today was the first day in five months that he decided to actually spend time with YN. During those months he was meeting up with his new costars (of a movie YN was a director of), his management (discussing newest album), his bandmates (talking over new tour dates). All of that after having begged YN for moving in with him in LA, due to worldwide quarantine. 

“You know it’s an orchid?” She asked after some time. 

“Sure.”

“And the one we bought together was a crassula.”

“You threw away our Farquad?” He asked, exaggerating the hurt.  

 “Three months - no, wait - almost four months ago. I overwatered it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s not even the funniest part,” YN started to sound sarcastic. “I then bought a totally different plant that Doger knocked over and ate. Then another one that I - how it turned out - am allergic to. This one is the fourth plant here. I bought it two weeks ago. Isn’t it hilarious?”

“You’re being sarcastic. And I don’t even know what for, YN.” Harry reached for his book, attempting to restart the chapter. 

YN was very much surprised by how quickly and drastically the person she loved could change. One talkative person who wanted to discuss the slightest and smallest problem with his partner was not here. One caring person, who was hurt whenever his loved one was, felt absent. One gentle man, who looked after his partner trying to be the best for her lost the title.

“You understand it’s not about plants?” 

“It sounds like it is,” he said dismissively, staring at the book. 

“But it isn’t. It’s about you, about us, Harry.” She emphasised the pronoun.  

“YN,” he sighed, closing the book once again. “You’re starting this pointless argument for the third time this month.”

Fifth, she thought. It was the fifth time she tried to talk it over with Harry. Perhaps, she felt, she was misreading everything. Perhaps, the neglect she felt wasn't real. She must have been exaggerating the situation. Nothing changed. He loved her as much as yesterday or two years ago. It was pointless after all.

She was waiting by the door just like she was just a kid. Waiting, having laid the table with a ‘fancy shit’ as Harry called the tableware that he’d got from his mother. It was their anniversary. YN wanted to celebrate it simply, a cosy dinner with his favourite dish, Harry’s best wine and Phil Collins playing in the background. Nothing over the top. Just them, solemnising their third year together. 

He was late. Two and half hours late. 

Was she mad? She should have been, but was hopeful. Always putting so much faith in him. 

“What are you doing still up, love?” He asked tiptoeing into the house, five hours later.

“Happy anniversary!” 

She smiled from one ear to the other, holding up the cake she had baked by herself that morning. Even though, deep down she was sad and disappointed, celebrating this milestone was more important. They’d forget about this tardiness tomorrow, only remembering what was worth it.

“Oh! Indeed, happy anniversary, babe.” His eyes not knowing where to look. He forgot.

She hated being called babe. 

“Did you have dinner?”

“Yeah, I’m full.” He patted his stomach, simultaneously taking off his black trainers. “We went to this new sushi restaurant I’d talked to you about. It was amazing! The chef was so nice, giving me a tip on how to chop the spring onions correctly.” Oh, how eager he was about it. 

“Exciting. So you won’t be eating any tacos I made?” She asked hopefully. 

“‘M sorry, YN. I’m so tired, I'm just gonna shower and head to bed. Tomorrow’s morning I’m meeting up with Olivia to talk over the few scenes we’ve got together,” Harry said, yawning and already going up the stairs. 

Harry’s and Olivia’s characters didn’t have any scenes where they would talk with each other. 

“It’s not an argument. I want to kindly and calmly talk with you. When was the last time we actually discussed our relationship?” 

“Is there anything to discuss? We’re fine.”

“Harry,” YN sat up straight, giving Harry a pointer that he’d better listen. “You don’t only discuss your relationship when something’s wrong. And,” she paused, pondering about the next question, “you really think we’re fine?”

“Yes!” He lifted up his voice, becoming edgy. “Day after day you’re insinuating something. Just say it fucking straight, whatever that is on your heart, lay it on me.” 

If she did as he had said, would it mean the end? The confrontation was the last thing she wanted. Especially when Harry already was wired. But at the same time, when would be a better moment?

“I don’t think we’re fine. We’re growing apart,” she admitted. 

“It’s your opinion.”

“Yes, it is! Thank you for noticing, Harry,” YN expressed sarcastically. “Don’t you see how much you’ve distanced yourself from this -” She pointed between them. “This relationship?”

“Distanced? I’m working, YN. I’m trying to write an album. I’m working on three films. I’m managing a relationship with you.”

“Managing?” Her voice smaller, the weight of his words landing on her.

“Of course, it’s the only fucking thing you’ve heard. Of course.” He scoffed, shaking his head.

Harry stood up from the armchair, throwing his book on an oaken coffee table. His hands brushing over his hair and then beard, he’d grown over the quarantine. 

“It’s not. You’re working, Harry. I understand that. I see you writing music and preparing for your roles. I’m here. Just like you wanted me to be. How you begged me to be.” She tried staying as calm as possible. “I am here and you’re not.”

“What do you want me to do, YN? Hmm? I can’t be at the two places at the same time. I can’t give you as much attention as you crave. I can’t.” He was throwing his hands up and down, talking with them as well. 

“Is it craving attention by just wishing your partner was there for you?”

“You think I’m not?”

“Stop asking stupid questions, Harry!” She broke her calmness, all her feelings finally having space to leave her body. “You’re not here. Not at home, not in this relationship.”

“I just said, I can’t give you all the attention you crave, “ he repeated. 

“Love?”

“What?”

“What about love? Can you give it to me?”

“Oh, now you’re sounding ridiculous. I’m done with this conversation, YN.”

He moved swiftly over the table and rushed towards the stairs. 

“I love you, Harry. Can you say it?”

He can’t, she said in her mind, observing how his shoulders tensed, halting his movements. Then, her eyes started getting teary. But she wasn’t going to cry in front of him. No. She’d wait and just like over the last two weeks, she’d wait for him to go to sleep, then she’d sit down in the downstairs bathroom and sob. Sob for minutes or hours. Shaking with all the emotions trapped inside, hurting every inch of her body.

She knew her love should have been celebrated. 

“If it’s all in my head just tell me now,” she whispered, knowing he could hear her. “Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow. Tell me that for the last five months you haven’t lied about where you were going. Tell me that you really didn’t forget about our anniversary. Tell me that she’s not the one you’re going to every day. Tell me I’m wrong. I beg you,” she whimpered. 

Pathetic, she thought. 

He still hadn’t moved. Maybe he was preparing his apology, or a break up discourse, where YN’s thoughts. 

“YN,” Harry sighed, still not looking in her direction. 

“Tell me I’m wrong.” She pressed him. 

“I - I don’t know.”

“You don’t know if I’m wrong or you don’t know what to say?”

“I didn’t cheat on you.” His voice was low, like it wasn’t really his. 

Many would laugh but she had never thought about it. She trusted him too much to even consider it. From day one of their relationship to this day, she’d never believed any rumour, any post on social media, any article, any fan, any ‘friend’. She believed him, she believed his ‘I love you’s, his ‘I care about you’s, his ‘you’re the love of my life’, his ‘you’re the only one for me’. No doubt there. 

What she thought and worried about was him falling out of love.

And there were more and more signs it had already happened.

“I know. It never crossed my mind.”

Harry’s mood was changing constantly for the last 20 minutes. From very relaxed, to riled up, then annoyed and eventually scared. His mind was full of enigmas he couldn’t solve. Mixed emotions and feelings, messing with him. 

“Then what are you accusing me of?”

“Assuming I - we - are fine.”

“YN-”

“Harry. Be genuine. If not with me, then - then just with yourself.” The least she could do was make him realise it.

“I am. I - I am genuine. I -” he gulped. “I love you.” 

It was like a dagger stabbing her in the heart. The sentence, echoing in her brain, quizzical voices talking over each other, ragging on her. 

Where was that man who’d throw blankets over her barbed wire? She made him her temple, her mural, her sky. Temple, she went to ask for advice, direction, forgiveness and adoration. Mural, she appreciated all over and watched being appreciated by so many. Sky, she couldn’t imagine living without, looking up to it, thanking it for its presence. 

“I love you.” 

But this one was full of it, full of actual love. It could say everything just by the way she expressed it, all feelings inside it. No more to add, nothing to cut. Just three words. Three sincere words. 

“Please,” he begged, knowing what was awaiting him. “Can we go to sleep? We’ll talk about it tomorrow, I promise.”

Letting it slide would mean not talking about it until the moment she’d grow some confidence. She couldn’t do it. As much as it hurt her, what was coming, she needed to be strong. She needed to hear it. No matter the heartbreak. 

“You’ll break that promise. Promises about coming home on time, meeting me up for lunch, going with me to that new sushi restaurant, showing me your newest idea for a song. Promises you break, one after the other since February.” She stood up, walking up to him. “Promises about missing me-”

“Stop.”

“Promises about caring about me.”

“I said stop, YN.” His voice slowly gaining power. 

“Promises about loving me-”

“I said stop!” He shouted, making her flinch. “Stop it, YN! The way you feel doesn’t give you a reason to put it on me, making me feel like a monster, like the one responsible for everything.”

“But you promised all those things, not meeting them at the end.”

“So what?”

She begged her brain to play with her. He didn't just say it. 

“Harry, you lied so many times that I don’t know what’s true anymore. Last month, you talked about meeting Jeff for coffee and the next day there were photos of you with Olivia all over the internet. Few days ago you mentioned the trip with Chris and Gemma, but the same day the trip is going to be, are the days Gemma is spending at her parent’s farm and Chris is visiting our house. Today you said you loved me and - and -,” she couldn’t say it. 

This conversation felt like running up to the finish line of the run, you didn’t want to participate in. One that wouldn’t bring you fulfilment. One that would leave you sore all over, but mostly hurting your poor heart. One that the winner - you - would be an actual loser. 

He stood silently, looking down at his white socks. He couldn’t bring himself to look in her eyes. She made him aware of his feelings. Or the lack of them. This whole conversation not only angered or annoyed him but mostly made him think. Why did he lie so many times? Why couldn’t he stop? What was he thinking then and now? When did it all start? When did he lose it? Where was he, not realising he was hurting one person he promised not to lay a finger on? Why wasn't there any guilt? If so, why couldn’t he look into her eyes?

“When was the last time you asked anything about my life? Do you remember what show I’m working on? Do you remember the date we scheduled to fly to London? Do you remember anything?” She started listing everything that was bothering her.

“I told you about that new show,” she started answering for him. “Stranger Things. I wrote that one character, a guy who loves music, is an outcast. Character that is so close to my heart. One, I’m proudest of. Do you remember talking about it? Or rather me telling you about it?”

Silence. 

“What about that one conversation about going upstate to my cabin? We’re supposed to leave in three days. Or are you meeting up with Olivia to discuss scenes that you do not have together?” 

Perhaps she was jealous. And perhaps, deep down, she thought about the possibility. The infidelity. She was so stunned with the love he made her used to be, trust he provided, that the concept of him being unfaithful was buried within other problems. 

“I’ll pack some stuff and leave for a few days.” It was all he said, before moving upstairs, leaving her flabbergasted. 

Like in a trance, all feelings leaving her body, she walked to the couch and sat down. Thoughts were swirling in her mind, making her numb. She looked across the room, finding the photo of her and Harry from their first visit at Anne’s, laughing maniacally because Gemma had said something funny. It was the first time she met his family properly (in real life, not on FaceTime), seven months into the relationship. It was crazy how now she considered them her family too. Even more than her own.

Was it all going to collapse now? 

“Now, lovebirds, big smiles for the family album!” Anne shouted over Christmas music playing loudly. 

The warmth coming from the fireplace behind her, and the one provided by Harry, made her cheeks feel hot. Matching sweater she had bought for her and Harry, tickling her neck, big woollen socks she got from Gemma tucking her. They were right after the big dinner, carols singing and gifts exchanging. It all felt like Christmas portrayed in movies. 

“It’s an honour, you know,” Harry whispered. 

“What d’you mean?” She looked up at him. 

“Mum has a big album with only a few photos from each year ending up there. I think it’s the last vacant space for 2018, love.” Harry squeezed her closer to himself, cuddling her. “Now say cheese or gimme a kiss.”

“I’m not kissing you in front of your mum!” she protested with a teasing smile. 

“Don’t be a prude,” he joked. “One, little kiss?” 

“Nope.” She popped the ‘p’. 

“Don’t make me beg.” Harry pouted, stepping on the dangerous territory. His pointing finger holding her chin, making her look at him once again. 

He smirked, “you look even more beautiful today, my love.” Smirk turning into his winning smile. 

“You are unbelievable,” she shook her head, slightly puckering her lips. 

“Okay, that’s enough flirting!” Gemma yelled. “Mum snap a photo before you become grandma.”

They laughed in embarrassment but underneath feeling peaceful.

With a Gucci suitcase in hand, Harry appeared in a corner of her eye, almost swimming to the front door. 

“I’ll be back in a few days. I - I need to think about it all. I lo - I’ll see you then, YNN.” 

Just that. 

The door closed, soon being followed by the sound of the engine starting and slowly withering. 

She knew her love should’ve been celebrated. But he tolerated it.

And she did nothing.

She sat and watched him. 

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Separation Anxiety (Chapter 08)

Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love

When a ritual separates Sukuna from Yuuji, Sukuna is delighted to find that besides having his own body, there is also another gift handed to him: The brat has lost all his memories and is now the perfect little plaything to take home and manipulate. At least, that's the plan. But the King of Curses isn't prepared for the feelings that come along with being human again. And another complication is how cute the brat is when he has no idea who Sukuna is and, instead of hating him, treats him with genuine love and affection. So, without realizing it, Sukuna suddenly finds himself on a journey of learning how to be loved and how to love.

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Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji Genre: Memory Loss AU, fluff, smut, light angst Word Count: 4k Playlist: Separation Anxiety Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of violence, dub-con (Yuuji has lost his memories, and Sukuna lies to him about being boyfriends). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Chapter 08

Your love is scaring me. No one has ever cared for me as much as you do (Scary Love by The Neighbourhood)

"Am I still a good boyfriend, Sukuna?"

Big golden eyes gaze sheepishly at him. The question catches Sukuna by surprise.

"What do you mean, sweetheart?"

A moment ago, they were busy watching a movie while sharing the occasional kiss. But now the brat is squirming uncomfortably on the couch next to Sukuna. A light blush is staining his cheeks when he explains,

"I probably changed a lot because of the memory loss. And I... I just want to know if I still make you happy. Am I still what you want?"

Sukuna frowns. Where is that coming from?

"Of course you make me happy."

You are the perfect stupid little pet that I hoped you'd be.

But the boy is worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

"I just feel so weird. I mean, we live together and everything. I'm pretty sure we already had lots of sex. And I really like what we do, but... but I always feel like... I feel like a virgin. I have no idea what I'm doing when I touch you. I can't remember. I'm sorry if this isn't what you're used to from me, baby. But I'll learn it again. You can teach me again, right? Please teach me how to touch you in every way you need."

Sukuna's breath catches for a moment. He is sure the brat has no idea what his words are doing to Sukuna. How desire pulses through him, making his veins tingle. How his pants feel too tight all of a sudden. How his fingers want to touch so fiercely that they leave bruises. How his teeth want to mark the brat up for days to last.

Itadori has such an enticing innocence about him. It makes Sukuna's head spin. The way the boy gives himself to him, bearing his all to Sukuna.

The brat's cheeks are glowing deep red now, but he sounds indignant, unashamedly spitting out all those words in his eagerness to be a good boyfriend.

"I promise I can become him again!"

His hands are balled into fists, and his eyes burn with a hard conviction, just like the old Itadori before the memory loss. He is cute like this.

A smile spreads over Sukuna's face, and he reaches out to put a long finger under the boy's chin and tilt his head up.

"Oh, sweetheart. You are perfect the way you are."

My sweet little pet. Just as broken and obedient as I like it.

He silences the brat's complaints with his mouth, claiming his lips with a searing kiss.

Sukuna always knew the brat would look cute on his knees. And he was right.

The best thing about it is that Sukuna didn't even have to force him to do it. Itadori is willingly kneeling on the living room floor, between Sukuna's spread thighs, mouth stuffed full of Sukuna's cock, making unashamed loud slurping noises and soft moans, so eager to please, so turned on by having his boyfriend's cock in his mouth.

He asked, or rather begged, Sukuna to please let him blow him. To teach him how it works again since he cannot remember.

He's such a good pet. And Sukuna treats him accordingly. Running a hand through his hair, petting him, cooing at him, praising him for being so obedient.

"My good boy. So sweet for me. Look at me."

The boy's eyelashes flutter, and he looks up at Sukuna while his sweet mouth is still wrapped around Sukuna's thick length. Big golden eyes meet Sukuna's gaze. They glow so prettily, like liquid gold filled with desire and devotion. All for him. All for Sukuna.

His cock twitches in the boy's mouth. Long fingers tangle in soft pink hair, and a low groan falls from Sukuna's lips. He never was one to deny himself pleasure, always taking what he wanted. But this here is the most delicious thing. To have the brat willingly on his knees for him, so happy that he is allowed to suck Sukuna's cock.

His inexperience is showing, of course. His rhythm is a bit off, and he doesn't know how hard to suck at first. But Sukuna teaches him, guiding him up and down on his cock, and soon he can't help but groan and fuck into the boy's mouth, reveling in how good it feels.

One of the things Sukuna always appreciated about his former vessel is that he is a fast learner.

Itadori sucks and slurps happily on Sukuna's cock, looking into his eyes while he does so, ignoring the tears that gather there and instead taking Sukuna even deeper.

When Sukuna cums, Itadori moans loudly and eagerly swallows all his warm seed.

Sukuna smiles at him afterward, wiping the corner of the brat's lips where a small trail of Sukuna's cum trickles down his chin. He looks so pretty like this. Sukuna catches the cum with his thumb and pushes it into the brat's mouth, laughing softly when the boy instantly begins to suck again.

"Yes, eat it all up, darling. You're such a sweet thing."

He can see the way the boy basks in Sukuna's praise. So happy that he could please his boyfriend.

Itadori sighs happily and nuzzles his cheek against Sukuna's inner thigh. His smile grows even brighter, and his golden eyes gaze deeply into Sukuna's, filled with nothing but affection and adoration.

"I love you, Kuna."

The world stops spinning for a moment.

Everything fades away. Everything except those big golden eyes that look up at Sukuna with so much love.

Sukuna's fingers in the boy's hair tighten. The fake smile on his face freezes, making his cheeks feel uncomfortably tense.

He thought he would be ecstatic upon hearing these words coming out of the brat's mouth. He thought it would be the ultimate victory to make his loathed former vessel fall for him. To take the brat's heart and soul hostage. To have Itadori Yuuji completely at his mercy.

But strangely, Sukuna doesn't feel any joy. The only thing he feels is rage.

It doesn't make sense, but he's angry at the brat! How can Itadori be so stupid? So naive? Doesn't the foolish boy know that love is a dangerous thing? How can he be so trusting and give his love to a monster like Sukuna? How can he serve his precious little heart on a silver platter and give Sukuna the best weapon to destroy him?

Sukuna lets out a slow breath, trying to collect his thoughts again. He doesn't know why he feels such apprehension all of a sudden. This is what he wanted! This is what he planned!

The corners of his lips twitch, and he forces himself to loosen the tight hold on the boy's hair and instead pets it gently.

He can do this. He knows what's expected of him. He knows what to say to bind the brat even more to him.

And so, he smiles at the brat, all charming and sweet, and for the first time in his long life, Sukuna says those cursed words that he never thought would leave his lips,

"I love you too."

It's almost like he can taste the ancient magic those words hold, even though they are just a lie. But they work their magic on the brat regardless.

A happy giggle falls from Itadori's lips, and a second later, he climbs into Sukuna's lap, straddling him and hugging him tightly, all flushed and giddy before his lips press against Sukuna's in a passionate kiss.

Fool.

Another day, another movie night with Itadori all up in Sukuna's space.

He is a cuddly little pet. The moment they sit down on the couch, he is already seeking Sukuna's touch. It's gotten even worse during the last few days after the love confession.

At first, the brat just leans against Sukuna's side and rests his head on Sukuna's shoulder. But soon, a hand is placed on Sukuna's chest, and this hand wanders down to caress Sukuna's abs first through his shirt and then more intimately when that hand slips under the thin shirt.

Sukuna smirks. The brat is such a shameless little slut around him. It fills him with the utmost glee to see this inexperienced little virgin so starved for Sukuna's touch and knowing that the brat never touched anyone else like this.

This is how it was always meant to be. The brat was made for him, after all. It's only right that Sukuna is the only one who is allowed to be that intimate with him.

Itadori Yuuji belongs to him alone. Sukuna already claimed what's rightfully his. He already lived inside that body, walked in that skin, wore that face, held that heart in his hand, heard those thoughts, and felt that soul's red and golden warmth. He already claimed the brat in more ways than anyone else ever could.

And yet, he wants more.

He wants to take Itadori in another way. In the most primal way. He wants to throw him down and fuck him and fill him with his seed, claim him completely.

The brat's hand is slipping into Sukuna's pants now, massaging his hardening cock slowly while his strong warm body snuggles against Sukuna, and hot wet kisses get trailed up and down Sukuna's neck.

Something about it makes Sukuna's blood sing. He cannot wait any longer.

"Come here, baby."

He pulls Itadori onto his lap. His hands sprawl over the boy's firm ass possessively, kneading it roughly through his sweatpants, smirking when he hears the needy moan falling from the brat's lips.

Sukuna makes sure to position the boy right where he wants him, so he can feel Sukuna's hardness rub against his ass, letting him know how things could be. How things will be.

The boy whines loudly, his face flushed and his eyes brimming with desire.

Sukuna chuckles softly, watching the brat with a gleeful expression. He can't help but tease him.

"What do you want, darling? I didn't catch it."

"I want... I want more! Please!"

Sukuna raises an eyebrow,

"More?"

He's basking in the power he has over the stupid brat. How sweet this is! To hear Itadori beg him for more. It's almost addictive.

"Yes, please. I want to be even closer to you... I want you inside me. Please..."

His words sound needy, and his fingers twist desperately in the front of Sukuna's shirt.

Sukuna's cock throbs, making his pants sticky with his pre-cum. This is what he wanted when he started this stupid little game! The brat is all hot and bothered for him, practically begging him to fuck him.

It's perfect. Sukuna smirks up at the brat. Yes, he will claim the boy tonight. He will be inside him again, will fill him again.

They make it to the bedroom in a tangle of limbs, their lips locked, never stopping the hungry, sloppy kisses, their tongues licking at each other, mixing their spit obscenely. Strong hands tug and tear at each other's clothes.

Sukuna pushes the brat onto the bed, grinning broadly as he looks down at the horny boy, half-naked and so hard for him, golden eyes clouded by lust, kiss-swollen lips whimpering the sweetest little pleas, begging Sukuna to take him, to make him his. To ruin him.

Sukuna wants to commit this moment to memory. It's just one of his many victories, but this one holds a special sweetness.

He joins the brat on the bed, and they are back to hungry kisses and demanding touches, undressing each other hurriedly, gasping when their freed hard cocks rub hotly against each other.

The brat chuckles suddenly, big golden eyes blinking up at Sukuna, a sheepish grin on his face.

"I know we did this before, but I can't remember... and I am so nervous somehow. I don't know what to do. It feels like my first time."

Sukuna almost laughs out loud. The brat is so pathetic. So trusting, so stupid. Beautiful.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll take good care of you."

I'll make sure to enjoy this thoroughly, knowing that I will take everything from you.

The brat smiles at him with that stupid love-drunk expression, eyes glazed over from horniness but a sweet, dopey smile on his face, full of affection and trust.

"I know... just like you always do. I love you so much, baby."

He is lying on his back, naked, all spread out for Sukuna, giving himself to Sukuna completely.

Sukuna takes a moment to savor his victory and appreciate the sight before him. The brat's beautiful, smooth, tan skin, the firm muscles, and the pretty cock standing hard and tall, oozing pearls of pre-cum for him.

Sukuna's chest feels full and warm. The brat is his to take. His to do with whatever he wants.

He crawls between the brat's thighs, pushing them further apart and gazing down at him with hungry eyes. The feral part of him wants to just take the brat by force, ram his cock into that tight little hole unprepared, and make the brat scream, use him like the little toy he is.

A low growl vibrates in the back of Sukuna's throat.

But he has to take it slow. He has to stay in his role as the loving boyfriend. 

And so he hastily prepares the brat, fingering him open, telling him to be a good boy and spread his legs. And, of course, the naive brat does anything Sukuna asks of him. Blushing deeply but spreading those muscular thighs shamelessly.

Sukuna's own breathing is loud in his ears as he leans over the boy and fucks him open with two fingers, watching him squirm and moan and push eagerly onto Sukuna's hand.

The boy is pathetic, a blushing horny mess that grabs at Sukuna's arms to pull him closer but has no clue what to do with all the needy desire he feels.

It stirs the dark lust in Sukuna even more. He pats the brat's hands away and captures them, fixing his wrists on the pillow above his head with one hand as Sukuna presses him down and smirks at him.

His cockhead is teasing the brat's hole, brushing slightly against his heat, not pushing in yet, but just playing with him, making him even more desperate.

He grabs Itadori's chin with his free hand, pushing his thumb between the brat's lips and prying them open.

Sukuna's blood feels on fire as he lets a thick thread of spit drool into the brat's open mouth, claiming him, marking him, and making him take everything Sukuna chooses to give him.

He watches hungrily as Itadori's eyes cloud over with lust, and a loud, needy moan falls from his mouth as he swallows Sukuna's spit obediently.

The boy is so endearing in his inexperience and eagerness to please. It makes Sukuna's cock throb almost painfully.

You want to be mine so bad, huh, brat?

Golden eyes look up at Sukuna with a pleading look, and Itadori opens his kiss-swollen and spit-covered lips to breathe a whiny,

"Please fuck me, Kuna."

And something in Sukuna's brain snaps.

He pushes into the brat with a violent thrust that makes the brat cry out in pain. Finally claiming him completely, burying his whole length deep inside the brat's tight ass.

Sukuna groans in pleasure, triumph filling his senses akin to the feeling of walking over a battlefield after a victorious battle.

Mine. You're mine.

He tightens his hold on the brat's wrists, pushing him down with his full weight, not giving him any time to adjust to the feeling of being filled, but rutting his hips in a punishing pace, fucking him deep and hard. So overcome with desire that he becomes careless. He wants to hear more of the cries of pain! He wants to ruin the brat! Wants to make him bleed and scream and bruise him for days!

But instead, another sound carries to his ears. The brat moans in delight. And his strong legs wrap around Sukuna's waist as if wanting to pull him even closer.

"Ah! Feels so good, Kuna!"

Something doesn't make sense. Why is the brat moaning in pleasure and pulling him closer?

A second later, Sukuna becomes aware of the familiar tingling sensation of his reverse cursed technique.

His eyes widen.

He unconsciously used his technique on the boy, healing him and taking the pain from him, leaving nothing but pleasure, even as Sukuna fucks into him brutally.

He falters momentarily, the tight hold on Itadori's wrists loosening so the brat can free his hands. But he doesn't push Sukuna off him.

Instead, he puts his hands on Sukuna's back, pulling him closer, caressing his muscles needily, digging his nails into them as he grinds against Sukuna and moans his name,

"Sukuna.....ah baby! Please, please don't stop!"

Golden eyes full of love and trust meet surprised light-blue ones, and Sukuna feels like he is falling.

Like he is drowning in the soulbond, they used to have, feeling it wrap around him again, engulf him and swallow him whole. He is one with Yuuji again. Their bodies and souls are connected again in this intimate moment.

When he spills his seed deep inside the boy, it is with a loud, breathless moan, a sound he can't remember ever making before.

Sukuna doesn't understand it. What is this feeling? He can remember what it was like to be a human a thousand years ago. Not everything, of course, but he remembers feeling various emotions. He remembers feeling anger and joy, desire and hatred. Strong emotions that filled his body with their fire.

But lately, he feels something else. It's not as loud, not as violent as those emotions he remembers. He cannot quite place it, but he's pretty sure he never felt anything like it before. It's nagging him. Why does he not know what this is?

He is pretty sure it has something to do with the brat, though. With the way the old Itadori Yuuji, the one who approached Sukuna with nothing but hate, is gone, and in his stead, there is this other Itadori Yuuji. The one who looks at Sukuna with nothing but love in his eyes. The one who holds him every night and snuggles against him, all trusting and sweet.

It has to do with the way the brat cares about him.

It has to do with the way the brat says he loves him.

Love.

It's the most dangerous curse of all. That's what Sukuna heard back in his time, and the words stuck with him.

Love is a weakness. A way to ruin yourself and others. A dangerous addiction. A form of insanity. It makes the ones afflicted with it vulnerable. Love is a wild force. It's uncontrollable. A magic so ancient and potent that Sukuna fears even he has no power over it. And the loss of control is an idea that makes his skin crawl.

And yet, the brat dives into this madness head first.

Why is he like this? No wonder Sukuna is feeling all kinds of strange things lately! The brat is confusing him! He is making Sukuna see things he has never seen before.

The boy is sitting on the kitchen counter with his stupid, bright smile, looking like he has nothing to worry about. Telling Sukuna how glad he is to be with him and how happy he is about this life they have. There's nothing but sincerity in his honey gaze.

It's a concept so foreign to Sukuna. Everyone he ever encountered had their own agenda. Their own motives. Their own selfishness which influenced their actions.

But not Itadori. He is selfless to a fault.

Itadori Yuuji is a contradiction. He is so weak and so strong at the same time. It makes Sukuna's mind spin as he tries and tries and tries to wrap his head around it.

Sukuna is standing at the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, one hand touching the cold window pane lightly as he stares unseeingly over the nightly city.

He cannot find any rest tonight. He had to untangle himself from the heavy and warm body of the brat to walk to the kitchen and get a cold glass of water before he came here to look at the endless sea of twinkling lights.

He cannot fight this uneasiness that has been plaguing him for the last few days.

Anytime Sukuna's lying on the couch during a lazy afternoon with the brat draped all over him, cuddling him and resting his head on Sukuna's chest, sometimes looking up at him with hazy eyes and ruffled hair and an affectionate smile, Sukuna is scared.

He is scared because there's a strange warmth spreading through his chest, and he is too aware of how loudly his heart is thumping.

He's losing control.

Things are slipping out of his hands, and he doesn't know how to stop it.

The brat means something to him. He cannot quite say what, but something makes him want to have Yuuji around. Safe and sound, wearing that happy, genuine smile on his stupid face.

He wants to keep the brat safe. Sukuna wouldn't mind burning this whole city down and killing everyone in it. He doesn't care about the pain or destruction he causes, even enjoys it. But now there is one person he doesn't want to stand in this chaos.

So, instead of hurting him, Sukuna's hand always finds its way into soft pink hair and strokes it gently, holding the brat in place, holding him close, making sure he won't get up and leave Sukuna's embrace.

This is a development Sukuna didn't see coming. He doesn't like it.

It terrifies him.

Does the brat have power over him? No one ever possessed any power over Sukuna! No one!

Is it because they used to share a body? Does it have to do with this strange separation anxiety he is experiencing since their souls were forcefully separated? Is it fear of losing this bond they had? A bond formed by fate itself?

"Kuna?"

Itadori's soft, warm voice speaks up behind him. Sukuna doesn't turn his head. But a moment later, strong arms wrap around him from behind, and the same voice asks again, closer this time, breath warm on Sukuna's neck, a warm muscular body snuggling against his back,

"Are you ok, Kuna? Did you have a nightmare?"

That stupid nickname! Sukuna grits his teeth. He wants to lash out at the brat, wants to slice him open, and tell him no one calls Sukuna like that. But he cannot do it. He hates it, but deep down, there's a part of him that feels so warm anytime the boy calls him Kuna.

Is that part of it? Of being loved by someone? To feel this warmth when they wrap you in their love and care? The sheer power a name holds when spoken by someone who loves you. The way Itadori says that name in such a tender tone. As if it is the most precious thing he owns. As if the name alone carries love.

Sukuna isn't ok. He is far from it.

But he nods and laughs softly,

"Yes, I'm ok, darling. Just needed something to drink."

Yuuji's arms tighten around him, and his head rests on Sukuna's back.

"Alright, but you can always talk to me if something's worrying you, ok? I love you."

"I love you too."

Empty words that are so cruel in their deceiving nature. One loves, and one doesn't. One says the truth and one speaks lies. And yet, tonight, the words taste dangerous on Sukuna's tongue.

He unfocuses his eyes from the city view and looks at the soft reflection of his face on the window pane. Wide, terrified, light-blue eyes stare back at him.

Finally a new chapter!!! I had such a hard time editing this, but I am happy to finally share it. That last scene is one of my favorites in the whole story. I love the thought of Sukuna looking terrified at being confronted with Yuuji's genuine love and care. Love must really be a scary thing to our dear King. Uncontrollable and powerful. Well, Kuna YOU were the one who wanted to play this little game ;)

Ahahaha I am so soft for Sukuna slowly falling into Yuuji's sweetness and not being able to get out of it again. I hope you enjoyed the chapter!! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet!!

#sukuita #sukuna x itadori #sukuna x yuuji #jjk fanfic #sukuna #ryomen sukuna

[blues824]

Am begging *gets on knees to beg* I beg you please just a crumb of Vil x single parent reader! Please kind writer please! For a poor little reader

I was raised by a single mom, and my heart goes out to both single parents and children who were raised by single parents. No gender-specific pronouns used for either reader or child.

Vil Schoenheit

He was on his way to Ramshackle to retrieve a book of spells that you had borrowed from him when he saw something strange through the mirror. It was you with a small child that you were carrying on your hip.

The Housewarden of Pomefiore knocked upon the door, and he heard scrambling inside. You opened the door and you looked genuinely tired, and he was concerned. The inside of the dorm was also messy, and his heart went out to you when you apologized for the mess.

Then the child he saw before started crying, and you let out a groan of frustration. He gave you a questioning glance, but you didn’t seem to notice. So, you went to the living room where your child’s playpen was and picked them up to soothe them.

“Whose child is that, Y/N?”

“Mine, actually.” That was one way to surprise him. But the more that he looked at them, the more he started to see the resemblance. The oven went off and the three of you made your way to the kitchen. 

“So… Are you still with the other parent?” He asked. He was a bit jealous that another person got to be intimate with you, but it really wasn’t any of his business. So, he tread cautiously while asking this question, carefully taking the child from your arms as you took the food out of the oven.

“Yeah, but 1) They’re back in our world and 2) we aren’t together anymore. They were still involved, but mostly with child support,” You responded, being careful not to burn yourself. You skillfully maneuvered around the kitchen and started chopping some fruit for your child.

Vil was also raised by a single parent, so as he held the child he was reminded of his own childhood. He understood how hard you were working because his father went through the same thing. However, balancing schoolwork in a magical school without magic and a child was too much for you to handle.

He decided to do something to help you out. He started babysitting and assigning his dorm members to babysit for you whenever you needed a break, and he would help you relax by doing skincare with you.

He remembers one time where he put on a movie (that he coincidentally starred in), and your baby let out a loud exclamation and waddled over to the TV and pointed at the Vil on the screen. He recorded it and sent it to you since you were at Sam’s getting groceries.

There was one time where he asked you on a date, and asked if your child could accompany you as well. This warmed your heart because this meant that he accepted your child as his own, and he didn’t shame you for them. 

However, the paparazzi was rampant, and someone caught the three of you getting ice cream. The news articles and magazines the next day were all questioning if Vil had a child, but the actor didn’t care what they had to say. For all he cared you both were just young parents raising the best kid out there.

#twst #twst x reader #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst vil schoenheit #twst vil #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #vil x reader #vil #twst vil x reader #twst vil schoenheit x reader

[kairiscorner]

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

ok now but what if

you tried to convince miggy to watch the barbie movie with you.

...

"pleaseeeeee..." you practically begged the man as he continued to stoically watch his monitors, his eyes glued to them and his stance frozen in a perpetual arms-crossed-over-his-chest fashion with, of course, his thick eyebrows furrowing together in an eternal angry face.

he didn't even have to say a thing to let you know his answer would be no. you groaned and leaned your head against the sofa you had installed in his office and kicked your legs against the ottoman, which you also installed in his office. "please!" you exclaimed in a more desperate, whiny voice.

he sighed. "no." he replied in the most curt, most patiently impatient manner you have ever heard anyone speak in your entire life. you groaned for the umpteenth time as you shot your arms up into the air and slumped them back down in an attempt to get his attention.

"but miggyyyy, peter's taking mayday to see it! why can't you take meeeeee?" you asked, still trying to get him to budge. "if he's going then ask him to take you with them."

"but you know just me going won't be any fun!" you complained again as you kicked your legs against the ottoman, probably about to break the poor thing if he rejects your plea again.

miguel sighed yet again as he turned around to face you, with him glowering over you as he raised an eyebrow at you. "what'll you gain out of seeing a bunch of plastic dolls you don't even play with anymo--" he cut himself off as he watched you fiddle around with a mermaid barbie doll. you turned to face him and stared back at him as he caught you playing, slowly putting the doll away on the table.

he ran his hand across his face and shook his head slightly. "you are a genius." he complimented you, his expression unchanging. you chuckled. "why, i certainly am." you said as you took pride in his statement, picking up the doll again and brushing her hair.

"but you lack maturity and proper focus on real important things." he told you in a cold voice, peering at you with those serious brown eyes that did not hesitate to throw reality down upon you.

you turned around on the sofa, putting your hands on the backrest and pouting at him as you copied his furrowed eyebrows exaggeratedly, earning another raised eyebrow and look of confusion on miguel. "what is that face, now? what are you doing?" he asked, a little tired of your antics.

you crossed your arms over your chest, mimicking his likeness. "being serious, being unfunny, being... you." you seethed in a cold voice, trying to act like his stern self, to which she took a deep breath in and clicked his tongue as he looked off to the side to think of what to do next for a moment.

"...lyla." he called for the ai assistant, who was in a hot pink barbie-themed dress with a light pink fur shawl and with a new pair of pink and black sunglasses. "what?" she asked. miguel stared at her dumbfounded, and you smiled cheekily at her new look. "aren't you having a barbielicious day, miggy?" she asked him with a smile.

you giggled as lyla kept posing for a non-existent camera as if she were on a runway, with miguel closing his eyes, putting his hands to his hips and sighing yet again.

"...book me two tickets to the barbie movie for the next screening." he finally uttered, to which you screamed your excitement over. "YES!" you yelled as you beamed, giggling happily as you kicked your legs over the ottoman, and lyla kept posing in front of miguel. "have a barbielicious day you two, because i booked for the screening today, toodles." she said as she flew a kiss at you, which you took and blew right back at her, causing the ai to giggle as she went away.

"you interfered with her coding to get me to say yes to us going to... the barbie movie?" he asked you in overworked disbelief. you smiled at him slyly as you got up and walked over to him. "let's just say... i needed to do some things to convince you to have fun with me sometimes, miggy." you said as you pulled out from your lab coat's deep pocket a ken doll with a frown and brown short hair, with a broad build and a... noticeable behind.

"look, look! my 3d modeling kits worked wonders, it's you as a ken doll, the miggy doll!" you exclaimed cheerfully, smiling widely as he looked at the doll and back at you. "and for the record, yes, i love him more than i love you." you said as you kissed the 'miggy doll', and he grumbled a little at the sight.

"i'm cancelling the tickets-" he was going to say, until you took his hand and gave him you 'can't-say-no-to-me' doe eyes. "i was kidding... i love you the most, miggy." you cooed as you kissed his cheek.

he blushed a reddish tinge across his cheeks as he felt over the area where you kissed him, and surprisingly, he cracked a small smile. "i... okay then. maybe the movie won't be so bad." he said as he looked over at you. "i want a doll of you now, though." he joked.

a/n: miggy's a barbie girl in a barbie world so fantastic, it's so plastic (and depressing)

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @fictarian @pixqlsin

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #the barbie movie #barbie #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara fluff #atsv #atsv spiderman

[albertasunrise]

Reality Check - Oops Baby

Masterlist

Summary: Being best friends with Frankie meant movie nights, drinks with the guys and a shoulder to cry on when you got your hear broken. He is head over heels for you but you don’t feel the same… yet a drunken mistake will tie your lives together forever!

Relationships: Frankie Morales x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+ (So... I am trying to update my other pics but the reaction I getting from this ones really giving me the motivation to continue it... so thank you and I hope you enjoy this update! ♥️ It's not a super long one but everything gonna become clear I promise!)

Series Masterlist - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

“What do you mean I can’t see him right now?” You demanded, glancing down at Emse as you awaited a response from the doctor. 

“He has been in a natural coma for a month and a half. It's going to take him a while before he’s even a little coherent. We also want to monitor him closely over the next few hours. He might be awake but he’s not out of the woods yet!” The doctor stated plainly “I know you want to see him but overwhelming him this soon after he’s woken up and suffered a cardiac arrest is not going to help with his recovery.” The doctor continued, giving your arm a gentle squeeze “If all goes well, you can see him tomorrow.” 

You nodded to show your understanding and then looked at Ben. He looked as frustrated as you felt but you didn’t want to do anything that could risk his recovery. This was all just so difficult to get your head around. 

Your near-death from Esme’s birth, to waking up to learn Frankie had had another major heart attack and was on life support until a heart came available, had been hard to come to terms with. It had been hard to navigate parenthood without him but then it had probably been the same for him at first. 

But, as hard as this had been for you. How desperate you’d been for him to get better and wake up. It had hit Ben the hardest. 

6 weeks earlier…

Ben opened the front door to Frank’s house and was immediately greeted by Emse’s screams. 

“Fish?” He called out as stepped into the dimly lit house. 

When he had received a text from Frankie earlier to say he’s broken up with Mary, Ben had initially been over the moon. But after he’d finished his celebrations, he thought he should probably check on Frankie. The man had cared for Mary after all. So that’s what led Ben to come over. And after knocking a few times a receiving no answer, he let himself in. Not something that was overly unusual. 

What was unusual was to receive no answer from the pilot and to hear Esme screaming. Fish had been a dedicated father from the moment he had brought her home. Something was wrong. 

“Fish?” He called again as he scaled the stairs, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of his friend. 

He came to a stop outside Frankie’s door, Esme’s screams were the loudest from inside and he didn’t even bother knocking. Either Frank was dead asleep or… 

He didn’t wanna consider the alternative. 

“FISH!!” He yelled upon finding his friend on the floor. 

Frankie was sprawled on the floor, on his front with his head to one side. Eyes barely open. Esmerelda was on the floor beside him however looked to be unharmed. Clearly, Frank had managed to put her down gently as he collapsed. 

Ben felt for a pulse and found one. It was weak but it was there. So, he scooped the baby up and lay her in the Moses basket in the corner before returning his attention to Fish, moving him so that he was laying on his back before pulling out his phone and dialling 911. 

He spoke as calmly to the operator as he could whilst monitoring the pilot’s pulse and breathing. Putting the phone on loudspeaker and starting compressions the moment Frankie stopped breathing. 

“Come on man… don’t do this to me.” Ben sobbed as he worked tirelessly to get his friend breathing again “Don’t leave Titch and Esme man…” Benny begged, “Don’t leave me!” 

Finally, just as the paramedics arrived, Frank took a weak breath and then the rest was a blur. Ben called Will and told him to get to the hospital before attending to the crying baby beside him. He didn’t go in the ambulance. He knew he needed to get Esme fed and changed first. But as soon as that was done he had the baby bag packed and he was gone. Praying he wouldn’t be greeted by the news that he’d lost his best friend. 

Present day… 

Benny chewed nervously at his thumbnail as he waited for his friend to wake up. The doctors had lightly sedated him when he had grown more confused as he'd come to. That had been a little over twelve hours ago. Ben had waited at the hospital, sending you home with Esme and promising to ring you the moment he woke up. 

Then three hours ago he was finally allowed to see Fish. The doctors had decided that it would be good for him to see a friendly face as he came to. So He sat and waited patiently for his best friend to come to. His nails taking a beating from how on end his nerves were. 

A soft whimper grabbed his attention and Ben was on his feet in an instant, clutching Frankie's hand as he smiled sweetly at his waking companion. 

"You with my Fishcake?" He asked softly, grinning like a loon when Frank weakly nodded, his eyes cracking open and revealing slivers of those brown orbs Ben had missed so much "Take it easy buddy. I'm here."

Frankie lugged his way to consciousness. It felt like he was walking through treacle. His limbs were heavy and his head filled with cottonwool yet slowly but surely, things got lighter and clearer. Ben waited patiently at his side. Watching as he grew more and more aware as each minute slugged by. 

"Welcome back brother." He said as Frankie finally cracked his eyes open fully and rolled his head to look at him "You gave us a scare." 

"I..." Frankie trailed off as his brows drew together, the memories of what happened slithering back through. 

You, standing there smiling with your outstretched hand. Pleading for him to return to you. Then the lights. The blinding lights and the pain as the car struck him. He was going to see you again. He was supposed to die. 

The sound of his heart rate increasing made Benny call out for help, tears in his eyes as he feared that his friend might code again. 

"Mr Morales, you need to calm down." Urged the doctor as they noted his vitals "This isn't good for you." 

"Why." Frankie sobbed as he started to thrash in the bed "I should have died." 

"Fish, what do you-" 

"I was going to see her again." He sobbed. 

"Who, Mel?" Benny asked as he stepped to his friend's side and clutched his hand, hoping to ground his friend "Frankie, Mel's gone." 

"I was going to see Titch." He all but whispered "I was going back to her." 

This made Benny pause. His brows pulled together in confusion at what his friend had just said. What did he mean he was 'going back to her'?

"What do you mean Fish?" 

"Sir, I think you need to leave." The doctor urged, a nurse then pulling the man from the room so that the doctors could do their work. But he didn't leave the doorway of Frank's room. 

"Mr Morales, do you know where you are?" The doctor asked but Frankie didn't answer, he just continued to sob and his heart monitor continued to chime "Mr Morales, you're in the hospital." The doctor stated "You suffered a massive heart attack. You had a heart transplant but fell into a coma. You have been out for almost two months." 

"No... No, I was hit by a car." Frankie choked "I should have died... I... I wanted to see her again." 

Benny's heart broke as he listened to his friend. 

"You weren't hit by a car Mr Morales." The doctor urged, his head snapped to the nurse to his left and giving her a nod.

"You're lying." 

The nurse then injected something into Frankie's IV and the man's thrashing grew sluggish. Ben could see from where he was standing that his friend's eyes were starting to grow heavy and in a manner of seconds, the room was all most silent again. Slowly but surely the medical staff started to file out, the doctor stopping beside Ben with an unreadable expression on his face. 

Ben waited patiently for the man to speak, his heart pounding against his ribs as his eyes flitted between Fish and his doctor. 

"What happened Doc?" Ben asked, his voice soft and vulnerable. 

"He appears to be confused.' The doctor started "He... It seems that he experienced some sort of vivid dream when he was in his coma. He is convinced he was hit by a car." 

"What can we do?" 

"I think the best thing to do is keep him mildly sedated for now. Just to keep him calm until he gets his head around what actually happened to him." The man said as he scrapped a large hand over his stubbled jaw "He can't afford to get worked up like that again. His heart is still in a fragile state." 

"Do you think seeing his daughter might help?" Benny asked and the doctor nodded. 

"Sure. Anything positive like that should help him relax." 

Benny nodded, giving the doctor a weak smile as his eyes zoned in on his friend. 

"Thanks, doc."

"He'll be out for a few hours." The man said as he placed a friendly hand on Ben's arm "Get a coffee and something to eat. You're no good to him if you're not taking care of yourself." 

...

Your heart leapt out of your chest as your phone started to ring loudly from the table beside you. Noting Ben's name on the screen, you answered it immediately as your pulsed raced. 

"Ben?" 

"He woke up." 

"He did?" You choked as you covered your mouth with a shaky hand, trying to smother the sob that threatened to escape your lips. 

"He was all confused and shit. Got a bit worked up and they had to sedate him again." Ben said, his voice wobbling as he spoke "They wanna keep him mildly sedated for now. Something about keeping him calm as he comes around. I guess being on pause for nearly two months can screw your brain up a little." 

You chuckled at that. Your coma hasn't quite gone on that long but you had certainly been a little confused when you'd woken up. 

Six weeks earlier... 

Your sensations returned in waves but everything sounded muffled and felt heavy. Your limbs seemed to be made of lead, your fingers were all that seemed to want to obey your commands. The sounds around you were distorted. Almost like you were hearing them from underwater. 

You managed to moan, hoping that it would give you a little more control over your body but alas you remained somewhat pinned in place, so you drifted to sleep again in the hopes that when you woke again things would be a little clearer. 

...

Benny had wanted to shout from the rooftops when you'd started to show signs of waking up. The past few days had been hell for him. He and Will had split their time between your room and Frankie's. Neither of them wanted to leave either party on their own and when you started to twitch and moan, Benny finally started to feel a semblance of hope. So he clung to that, along with your hand as he waited for you to open your eyes. 

That happened three hours later. 

"Ben?" Your question was more of a whisper but he heard it all the same. 

He placed Esme in her Pram and practically sprinted to your side, smiling sweetly at you as you blinked up at him. 

"Hey, you." He said sweetly "Have a nice nap?" 

"What happened?" You asked, your voice getting a little stronger but still scratching from weeks of disuse. 

Benny grabbed the water bottle from the side table and popped in the straw that had been sitting beside it. Then bringing it to you your lips, he cupped your head and helped you lift it so that you could take soothing sips of the tepid liquid. You held your hand up when you'd had your fill and Benny placed the bottle down with one hand as his other gently lay your head back against the pillow. 

"What happened?" You repeated and he sighed, how brow pulling together as he searched for the words.

"You uh... You haemorrhaged." He stated plainly "Pretty bad. It was touch and go for a bit but you fought... Small but mighty." He chuckled as his hand started to stroke your hair "You have been out for a few weeks but you needed the rest."

"Frankie and the baby okay?" This question made Ben's heart shatter. Standing he turned to the pram that was just out of your eye line and scooped up Esme, kissing her little nose when she started to fuss. 

"I got little Esme right here." Ben stated as he brought your daughter into view and you sobbed at the sight of her. A head of brown hair and the cutest little plump cheeks. 

"Oh, my angel." You choked as you press the button on your bed so that you were more upright, accepting your daughter into your waiting arms with a smile "Oh look at you." You cooed, memorising everything about her "You look just like your Papi." You chuckled as you looked at Ben and beamed "Where is Fish?" 

Ben's expression grew solemn again and there was no hiding it from you now. 

"Ben?... Where is Francisco?" You pushed and he sobbed. 

"He's um... He's here." 

"Where?" 

"Titch?" He pleaded but you needed an answer. 

"Benny... Tell me where he is!"

"He uh... He suffered a massive heart attack." Ben started, his eyes settling on Esme as she slept in your arms "They uh... They got him on life support. Waitin' for a heart." 

"No..." You trailed off, tears flowing freely as you looked down you your daughter, envious of how clueless she was to all this. 

"He'll die without one." 

"No." You sobbed harder, your head dropping as you screwed your eyes shut and let yourself fall apart "We were supposed to do this together." You cried "We were supposed to be a family." 

Present day... 

You arrived at the hospital as soon as you could. You'd thrown a bag together for Esme, grabbed her pram and left, desperate to see Frankie awake. 

His room was empty when you arrived. You looked around, trying to catch sight of him but coming up blank. He must've gone to get coffee. You pushed Esme's pram into Franks's room, tucking it in the corner so it didn't get in the way and then you took your place at Frankie's side. You didn't have to wait long for him to wake. 

He was sluggish, his eyes fluttering open and closed for a while. The sedatives were making it hard for him to surface. 

"That's it, Frankie." You said softly as you squeezed his hand and smiled sweetly at him "Come back to me." 

This statement was like a bucket of ice water over Frankie's head. His head snapped towards you and his eyes filled with tears as he seemed to study every inch of your face. 

"Titch." He choked, blinking furiously in an attempt to keep himself awake and you nodded. 

"That's right, just come back to me my Frankie." 

"I tried." He choked and you grew confused "I'm so sorry Titch." He sobbed and you stepped back as a hand pulled you away from him "Why won't you leave me be." 

"Frankie-"

"Just leave me alone." He cried "Please..." 

You turned on your heel and practically sprinted towards the door, colliding with Ben's solid chest. He scooped Esme up with practised ease with one arm and led you out the room with the other, leaving the doctors and nurses to work Franky.

"He... I don't..." You can't find the words, too heartbroken to string a coherent sentence together so Ben just holds you till you calm down. Giving himself a chance to figure out how was going to tell you what he needed to. 

"Titch... There's uh... Well, there's something you should know." He said when your cries finally quietened "Fish he uh... Well, it seems like he experienced a pretty vivid dream in his coma." 

You looked up at him with a bemused expression, head tilting to one side as you waited for him to continue. 

"When he woke up, he was rambling about getting hit by a car." He continued "I guess that's what he'd dreamt just before he woke up." 

"What are you trying to tell me, Ben?" You pushed and Ben let out a long sigh as he looked down at Esme in his arm. 

"Frankie thinks you're uh... Well, he-"

"Spit it out, Ben." You grumbled, unable to take the suspense any longer. 

"He thinks you're dead." 

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[tarotbydelilah444]

💭❤️‍🔥Their Late Night Thoughts About You 🔞

A quick disclaimer before your proceed to picking a pile. This is my first official 18+ reading, so keep it cute in the comments. If you are not mature to handle the contents of this reading, I strongly suggest to pick another pac reading on my page. Read at your own discretion. I hope you enjoy the reading and I am sending you love and light 🤍✨ - Delilah

P. S. - the photos are from the movie “ He Got Game”. Check it out it’s a good movie and one of my favorites!

pile one | 8 of cups • 10 of cups • ace of pentacles

Some of you could be in separation with your person right now, this could be a mutual breakup, or you two could be separated by long distance, but it will likely be because you two decided to take a break. At night, this person thinks about the day/moment you left them a lot, especially at night. You two may have had sex one last time  before you parted ways. This person also dreams about fucking you in the dreamscape, and it feels like they are touching heaven. They think about all the times you made them cum, or they made you cum. This person loves when you stroke their d*ck and how you let them hit it from the back. They really like how your ass looks and they consider your yoni a prize. They may have wanted to get you pregnant the last time, you two had sex to prevent you from leaving them behind. They also love how you talk dirty to them, or they miss the sound of your moans when you two were intimate. If this was a friends with benefits dynamic, this person could have had a crush on you or they developed feelings once you two became intimate, but they never confess their true feelings or they lied about their feelings for you. This person could also be jealous of anyone that you may be intimate with or in a relationship with at this time. They miss you dearly and they want you and them to get back together and build a future together or start a stable relationship with you.

channeled message: 444, “I need space from this connection”, Aquarius, Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn, Pisces, Cancer, or Scorpio, February, crown chakra, spiritual, “I have a crush on you”, “ I love you,” hater alert, deception/lies “i miss you,” telepathic sex, “ i sleep good when your with me,” good head, wet dreams, “I always miss you when you leave me”

pile 2 | the judgement • knight of wands • the wheel of fortune

Your person thinks about reconciling with you or apologizing for whatever they did to you. This connection may have been a fling/sneaky link/hookup. They definitely miss the sexual chemistry that you both had and they can’t find it with no one else besides you. This person masturbates to all the times you both were intimate. They play back every moment over and over again for a brief moment of gratification. The sex that you had with this person was eye opening & changed their life. You may have been more experienced than this person, but they liked it because they felt like they could learn a lot from you when it comes to sex and how to please you in bed. They loved how unpredictable and adventurous you were in bed. They loved how experimental you were and that you were down to do wild and exciting things in the bedroom. Never boring which kept them wanting and begging for more. This person finds you and your body to be sexy, and they think about how good in bed you are. They also enjoyed how you refused to be tied down afterwards, maybe this person prefers to cuddle or likes aftercare, but you like to just hit and leave them behind, which is why this person keeps running back for more. They may also like when you get drunk or they would like to see how freaky and nasty you get when you are drunk. This person may or would like to see you pleasure yourself in front of them while they watch or they would be down seeing you have sex with someone else while they watch. They could watch a lot of porn and envision your face while they watch. They may love slapping your ass or hitting it from the back. This person may also like that you can last for rounds and never get tired. They may feel like it is hard to satisfy you because you are always looking for something different in the bedroom, so they never know if they are satisfying you or not. Overall, this person wants to come back into your life whether this is to continue this arrangement or as a relationship because the sex that they had with you was mind blowing and seriously life changing.  channeled messages |“I’m not over my ex”, “I can’t forget about you,”, “I’m hooked on you,” they like your legs, foot fetish, Netflix and chill, “I want a second chance,” Scorpio, Capricorn, Taurus, Virgo, or Sagittarius, new house/apartment, moving on, lingerie and robe, cuddle time, manifestations on the way, soul snatching sex, “my soul has left my body” healing sex, and slow and sensual, younger than you/ inexperienced, let’s fuck, one last time, “you got that good good”

pile 3 | the hierophant • high priestess • king of wands

Your person may daydream or dream a lot about having sex with you or the sex that you both had/will have. They feel like the sex with you is/will be heavenly. For some, you and your person may have not had sex yet or you guys did little things when it came to sex. They fantasize a lot about how the sexual experience will go and what they would like to do to you in the bedroom. You or this person may be religious or celibate, so you or them may wait till marriage to have sex. This person likes the fact that you are a virgin or celibate because they intend to be your first and your last. They love that you are very choosy when it comes to sex or your views on sex in general (they love and respect you that you aren’t attainable and that you respect your body and know your worth, which turns them on even more. This person is into vanilla sex, as well as bdsm, so they are romantic and a freak, or they like this about you. This person will enjoy hugging, kissing, cuddling, giving and receiving oral, mutual masturbation, and beginner friendly sex when you two start to become intimate and build comfortability with each other, but as you two get intimate more and more, they will want to get a bit rougher and kinkier. This person likely has a high sex drive and they will want to dominate you majority of the time, so be prepared to be tied up, cuffed, punished into submission, if you are okay with it. This person may like it when you take control in the bedroom, or they may let you take control sometimes, but they love to dominate you in the bedroom. They are into roleplay and they would love to see you in a sexy outfit playing a role of their choosing, as long as they get to be the one in power. This person may also have a worship kink, so they will love to worship your body or want you to worship their body. They find you to be very sexy and a freak, but you keep it hidden, but they are very aware that you are freaky, maybe even freakier than they are. They are so drawn to you that they don’t even understand why or how, and you turn them on every time they see you or when you two are together. They feel very passionate towards you even if there is no sex involved. This person wants to know what your kinks or how to satisfy you because you are so confusing or you keep alot of things to yourself that they find both sexy yet frustrating. This person is determined to make you climax in bed. This person is in love with you and they want to be connected to you on an emotional level, not only physical. You are worth more than sex in their eyes. They feel like you are their soulmate and you belong to them in a nontoxic way.

channeled messages | soulmate connection, “you’re so damn fine,” unexpected changes in your love life, fake friends/haters, use your intuition, “I am not like your exes. Stop comparing me!” “You can trust me,” Sagittarius, Aries, Leo, Pisces, Scorpio, and Taurus, missionary, “look me in my eyes while I’m in it.” “Tell me, that it’s mine and only mine,” sex in the dream realm, “I only want you,” “I want to hear your moans, don’t hold back”, they feel like you are a mystery and a complex person, tease, “ I want to marry you/have a relationship with you,” “ tell me your fantasy and I’ll fulfill it” good in bed, short, but big or it could be long and skinny, likes being called daddy during sex, dominate & submissive

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[dreamofbetterthings]

"The things I can show you." Thomas Doherty x FAAB reader

Prompt: “Oh, the things I can show you, little one.” Celebrity: Thomas Doherty/Walter Deville Movie: The Invitation Spoilers: None, this follows nothing from the movie. Summary: Filming for you and Thomas' new movie was a breeze… until he walked onto the set with fangs. Word Count: 4K

Warnings: 18+ choking kink, pet names (honey, sweetheart), biting kink, slight dubcon towards the beginning, dirty talk, slight impregnation kink?, begging, blood? I think that's all. If I miss any please let me know.

Minors DNI You are responsible for your own content consumption. I can tell you the post is not for minors, but if you choose not to listen, that is on you.

A/N I pulled this out of my head in the wee hours of the morning and could not lay back down until it was written and published. FAAB means female assigned at birth in relationship with the reader. I know my uploading schedule is shit. I am working on it. Also, chapter 3 of It's Been A Long, Long Time will be up soon. Until then, here's some slow-burn smut to keep ya nasties entertained. You're welcome.

You and Thomas spent nearly every day together on set. Even when he wasn't set to shoot anything that day, he was always hanging around the director to see every scene you filmed. The Invitation was a well-talked-about movie and based on what the folks on social media were saying, you were excited to let the world see the finished result. Thomas always managed to know when you would walk onto the set, and be the first person to speak to you.

"Good morning. I have a coffee for you." Thanking him, you took the coffee and all but chugged it. When you could hear his laughter, you pulled away from the cup.

"Oh come on. You act like you don't do the same thing when we've been filming all day." He puts his hands up in surrender and smiles.

"I won't deny that." Thomas grabs a script from a nearby table and flips through the sections of the script that are blocked in blue.

"Speaking of filming, most of the scenes look relatively quick for today. I think we're doing the last bit of scenes between the two of us and then we'll shift to the courtyard stuff after lunch." He shows you the script and before you can say anything, his name is being called into hair and makeup.

"And let the chaos ensue." He lets out a little chuckle.

"I wish you weren't right about that. I'll see you on the set?" Nodding your head you hear your own name being called. "Absolutely. Let's kill it today!" The two of you walk in your respective directions toward hair and makeup.

Run.

That was the only thing on your mind right now. Your feet hammered against the ground as you ran through the hallway. Your heart pounded against your chest, body aching. Your bag along with your phone was long gone as you ran for your life. Whoever that was, whatever it was that you were running away from, was not human. It looked like one, it sounded like one, but you knew better. An ominous growl came from behind and you could hear footsteps towards you.

You sprinted around the corner and took many twists and turns throughout the house, but every door you came to was somehow now locked, despite not being earlier. Running a few more feet down the hall you managed to find an unlocked door. You quickly ran into the room and silently closed the door before locking it.

It was another bedroom. The windows were barred and there were no other interconnecting rooms. You were screwed. The only places to hide were under the bed and in the closet. You decided against trying to fit your large dress under the bed and slipped into the surprisingly spacious closet. After what felt like an eternity of silence, there was a jiggle of the doorknob. A menacing laugh was heard on the other end of the door, before a large bang, and the door flew open.

Peering through the cracks of the doors, you saw him. You could see his shadow in the dimly lit room as he walked past your hiding spot and looked around. As he padded further into the room, you slid as far back as you could into the clothing, praying he wouldn’t know you were there. Through the thin slots of the closet door, you could see he was just standing there. Almost like he was thinking. Your eyes closed, and you silently hoped he would just go check somewhere else. That’s when you heard it.

"There you are."

Your eyes shot open. The door to the closet was pulled open, and he was staring directly into your soul. You quickly duck as he reaches out to grab you and somehow manage to make it to the other door. Just as your hand goes to turn the knob, a pair of hands reach around your waist, and you let out a scream you didn’t even know your voice was capable of creating. For a split second, you feel the wind around you, then the bed sheets violently connect with your back. You wished the mattress would just swallow you whole. Too afraid to look at the monster hovering above, you turn your face to the side. The creature finally speaks.

“Well, that took longer than expected. Had me thinking you’d actually make it out of here.”

“We had a deal.” There was nothing to hide how your voice trembled. The bed shook as he actually laughed.

“I don’t think you quite understood the rules of the game, honey. The rules were, if you managed to make it outside, I would let you go. But if you didn’t…” His hand finds its way around your throat and your shaking continues as he forces you to look at his face. The only thing catching your attention are the two abnormally sharp canines in his mouth. “Then you would stay here, with me.” He looks around the room and then back at you. “Last time I checked, you’re still in the house sweetheart.” He sees the tears running down your face and brushes them away with his other hand. “Don’t be so sad about it. Think of it this way. I try to be a man of my word. If you did find some magical way of making it outside, I would’ve let you go. No surprises, no tricks, nothing… but you didn’t. Do you know what that means?” His grip around your throat gets tighter and you feel a small amount of blood run as one of his claws scratches the side of your neck. He takes a deep inhale and groans. “That means we can have all the fun I had planned for you.”

Your eyes widen in fear and you want to move, but you can’t due to his grip around your throat. He turns your head to the side and you close your eyes. Not wanting to know what he’s going to do. Reaching down to your neck, he sticks his tongue out and licks up the bead of blood that gathered on your neck. Your entire body shakes. Moving his head, you can feel his fangs graze against your ear as he whispers. “Oh, the things I can show you, little one.”

“AND CUT!”

Thomas’ hand instantly leaves your throat and he takes your hands to pull you up so your back is against the headboard. “Are you alright? You were shaking really bad.” Not trusting your voice at the moment, you nod your head and laugh nervously. “Dude, you’re scary as fuck.” He laughs in response and wraps his arms around you in a hug. You do the same and the director, Oliver, comes over to the side of the bed visibly concerned. “Are you two okay?”

Looking over at Thomas, he gives you a smile and gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. You nod and smile. “Yeah, we’re good Oli.” He offers his hand and helps get the two of you out of the ridiculously large bed. As you straighten out your dress, Oliver speaks again. “I know we only did one take, but that was probably the best one we’ve gotten since filming started.” He turns and looks at you. “There was no point throughout the entire scene where I wasn’t genuinely scared for you. If the two of you keep this up, we might finish ahead of schedule.” The two of you thank him and walk over to his chair to watch the playback of the scene.

One of the assistants brings water for the two of you and you both thank her. Oliver plays the scene back from the beginning and instead of focusing on your own work, the second Thomas appears on the screen, and suddenly you feel the heat making its way through your body.

He looked really good.

And those fangs…

You could melt into the floor right about now. Oliver and Thomas are talking but you can’t manage to listen in on the conversation, let alone say anything. Your attention was on Thomas and how he managed to look attractive and terrifying at the same time. There were times when you swore the only reason he signed onto this film was because he liked being a bad guy. It was like he reveled in it, and he did it so well. Your eyes stay glued to the screen and you don’t notice Thomas watching how you respond to his presence.

You tossed your keys onto the counter of your hotel room, your shoes come off and you let yourself fall back on the bed. A loud sigh leaves your lips. There has never been a day that you wanted filming to end so badly. After a couple of seconds, you throw your phone on the charger and finally pull yourself up from the bed, grab your towel and clothes, and head for a much-needed shower. You quickly change and when the temperature is just right, you step in and immediately feel your shoulders relax.

As you wash your body off, you start to think to yourself, why were you so worked up today? After the first scene with Thomas, every slight brush of his hand against yours, or hand on your back sent a wave of heat throughout your body. Simple motions that are seemingly harmless in nature were reducing you to a trembling mess. Granted, you don't have a partner, so sexual frustration could definitely be the cause, but why now? You feel the heat spread to your core just at the thought. Shaking your head, you finish your shower and change into your shirt and underwear that you brought into the bathroom with you.

After drying your hair, the steam from your previous shower dissipates as you walk into the other room and you look around confused.

You could've sworn you kept the lights on.

Shaking your head, you cut on the soft light on your nightstand and reach for your phone.

Which was not on the charger where you left it.

Now you're starting to freak out.

Looking around the room, it seems like your phone is nowhere in sight. Almost like it disappeared. You check your bag, in case you didn't actually plug it in, but it's not there. Nothing in the clothes you wore that day, hell, you even checked your suitcase. Your phone is just gone. Going over to the hotel phone, you pick it up and try to dial your number, only to realize the phone cord is missing from the base. You stand there frustrated and a little scared for a couple of seconds before a voice snaps your head towards the front door.

"You didn't think I'd make it easy for you to call for help, did you?"

Slowly reaching for the heaviest thing closest to you, the shadow walks into the light and you let out a sigh of relief. "Jesus, Thomas. You can't sneak up on someone when they're fresh out of the shower!" Walking over to him, you ask. "So unless a crazed fan managed to break in, I'm assuming you have my phone?" He pulls something out of his pocket and you see the familiar case, indicating he did in fact, have it.

Flashing it in front of your face, you reach to grab your phone, but he leans away from you so you can't take it. "Yeah, I don't think you'll be needing it tonight." Giving him a "Really?" you go to get your phone and he pulls it away from your grasp once again. Letting out a frustrated huff, you put your hands on your hips. "Come on Thomas, give me my phone. I have to check my emails." You see him toss your device behind him, lucky that there was a couch sitting where it landed, and when he turns back to you, he speaks again. "Like I said. I don't think you'll be needing it tonight. After all, why would I make it easy for you to call for help?" Your eyebrows furrow, and you laugh, although slightly uncomfortable with how the air in the room seemed to shift. It felt, darker. Every bone in your body told you to leave. Turning around to look for a pair of pants, you mumble to yourself. "Alright, I did not plan on my night ending like this."

Turning around, you let out a scream and drop your sweatpants as a hand comes up and covers your mouth. He was standing so close you could feel his breath on your face. Looking Thomas in the eyes, they were dark, and you suddenly felt like you were no longer safe in his presence. "I don't think you quite understand the rules of the game honey." He stares into your eyes and the next thing you know, your feet are walking backward on their own until you are stopped by the edge of the bed. He remembers his hand is covering your mouth and speaks again. "The rules were, if you managed to make it outside, I would let you go. But if you didn’t…Then you would stay with me. Do you know what that means?” You struggle to get out a couple of muffled sounds when he brings his face closer to yours. “That means we can have all the fun I had planned for you.”

Your eyes widen as the lamp in the room shows his face fully, and that's when you see it.

He was in the outfit from the first scene you two filmed earlier that morning. You glance down at his mouth and you feel the heat pool at your legs.

He had the fangs in.

He leans his mouth down against your ear like he did earlier that day, and repeated the same line. “Oh, the things I can show you, little one.” Next thing you know you're being laid down on the bed, and the man you once knew as your friend was hovering over you. "What do you want with me?" Your voice was weak, and judging from the smile that never left his face, he was enjoying this. He was enjoying toying with you. He leans down and drags his tongue against your neck, earning a strained whine to leave your mouth. "I simply want what I've been waiting this whole time for…you. I've seen the way you look at me when you think nobody is watching. And it made me want to take you then and there, but no. I couldn't do it with so many people around. So, what better time than now? Your phone is off, the landline is disconnected, and as far as anybody coming to rescue you goes, they all think you're headed to sleep with the rest of the cast."

If there was any time to hate yourself for not wearing pants to bed, now was that time. Thomas moved your legs apart with his knee and ground his hips into you, showing you just how tight the bulge in his jeans had become. You let out a small gasp that he managed to catch, and he let out a smile. "Something tells me you're enjoying yourself more than I expected. I don't even think I'll have to compel you." His large hands lift up the bottom of your shirt, exposing your underwear, and you shiver as the cool night air exposes you in such an intimate place. He carefully pulls the thin fabric down and off your ankles with ease, and your body goes tense. He looks you in the eyes and asks the last question you thought could ever come out of his mouth.

"Do I have your permission honey?" You shift needily against the bed as you let out a small "Yes." That's the only approval he asks before his fingers gently reach down and feel the wetness between your folds and you sigh quietly. A groan leaves his lips. "Is all that for me baby? You like it when I touch you like this?" His slender fingers brush against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through you, making you unknowingly moan. "There we go. You're such a good girl for me." He does it again, and again until he's rubbing gentle circles on your clit at an agonizingly slow pace. Your body relaxes into the bed as Thomas continues whispering into your ear. "That's is baby. Relax. It's just you and me. I want you to enjoy this."

He was taking his time with you, and to an outsider looking in, it was almost sweet. Not long after, the fear left your brain and was replaced with nothing but bliss. He must've been able to tell when your last fighting bit of sanity faded because he became more eager. "There's so much I want to do with you, honey. I want to taste you until you cum on my tongue. Wanna feel you clench around my cock as I ravish you." His hand on your clit sped up a little. "I wanna see the look on your face when you come undone because of me. At first, I didn't think you could take it. But I know you can. I know you can take all of me. I know you can handle everything I give you because you're such a good girl, and I know you wanna be good for me. Right baby?" Your small whimpers have progressed to moans as you stop fighting the sensation and start to welcome it.

Out of nowhere, the feeling is gone as he removes his fingers from your clit, but quickly replaced them when he lays down and licks through your folds. Your breathing was fast and heavy as his tongue went to work. The sensation builds when he slips two fingers into you and easily starts pumping them in and out. You were almost there, and he could tell. He moaned against your clit and gently grazed it with his fangs, and that was all it took before you exploded. You threw your head back against the bed as you came, and Thomas latched onto your clit sucking on it to prolong your orgasm for as long as he could.

He finally pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean before standing up and discarding his clothes in an almost superhuman nature, before he's back to hovering over you. His lips attach to yours and you eagerly kiss him back, tasting yourself on his tongue. "If you taste that good, I can only imagine what you feel like." Looking down at him, your eyes get wide.

He's not abnormally huge, but definitely bigger than any man you've been with to date. He rubs his cock between your folds and you moan at the overstimulation, still coming down from your high. He rests his hand on the back of your head and looks you in the eyes. "You're going to take all of me, yeah?" You can only nod as you no longer trust your voice. He leans down and captures your mouth in a kiss again as he slowly pushes inside you.

He releases your mouth to let out a moan, and by god… this was the moment you realized you were in over your head. Every time you thought he was fully in, he would slide in more, and more. He finally bottoms out and you swear you're seeing stars. No, fuck that. You were seeing galaxies. He only gives you a few moments to adjust to his size before he pulls himself almost all the way out, and sinks back in. Your eyes roll to the back of your head.

The pace was brutally slow but felt wonderful. You couldn't pay attention to anything but how he felt, and it felt ungodly. He finds his own rhythm within a few thrusts and it was like you died and went to wherever the hell you were currently. He brings his other hand from around your waist and slides it down to your leg, wrapping it around his waist and allowing him to sink in just a little deeper, and you cry out.

A smile forms on his lips and he keeps his hand on your leg, refusing to let you not feel the full extent of what this angle could provide. Noticing your hands are gripping your bedsheets, he moves his hand from behind your head and takes your own to grab at his body. He thrusts into you again, and again, over and over, the new angle allowing him to drag his cock against just the right spot that drove you wild. Leaning down to rest his forehead against yours, he pants out. "Fuck, baby. It's like this sweet pussy of yours was made for me."

You could feel your second orgasm building and lord help you because you were so close. Thomas seemed to notice as well, your walls practically trying to suck him in completely. He speeds up his pace ever so slightly and that's when you feel the pressure of his hand going around your neck. He leans down and talks into your ear. "I can feel you're close honey. God. I'm going to put a fucking baby in you. Would you like that? You want me to cum inside this gorgeous little cunt, huh?" You moan and try to nod as your nails scratch up and down his arms and back. "Yes, yes Thomas, please!" He laughs a little at how you answered him. "Aw, yeah? You're so cock drunk you're begging me to cum inside your pretty pussy?" He makes you look at him as your eyes keep closing. "Beg for it again, and maybe, if you're good for me, I'll let you cum."

Your voice is nothing but whimpers and whines as you plead with your eyes. A chorus of "Please." leaves your mouth and that satisfies him to the point where he is kissing and sucking on the side of your neck. "I want you to cum, and I want you to let everybody in this hotel know whose cock is making you feel this good. Can you do that for me?" You just nod as you feel your orgasm teetering on the edge. He applies more pressure against your throat, and that's all it takes. As your climax begins, he sinks his teeth into your neck, and you let out a struggling moan from the sensation as you cum. The only name on your lips is his over and over, like a broken record. Thomas moans against your neck and he starts to tense, holding you as close to him as possible. He seats himself as far into you as he can, and the warm feeling of his cock shooting his cum inside you only prolongs your orgasm.

After the two of you finally come down from your respective highs, he turns the two of you on your side and lies there. Giving you a chance to intake some form of oxygen. You pant out a weak "Oh my god." and you feel the rumble from his body as he laughs. "I told you, adding the fangs would be a great idea." It takes every ounce of energy in your body to raise your arm and playfully hit him. "Shut up, that was God tier even if you didn't have them in." He laughs again and as he agrees, you ask, "Where the hell did all that dirty talk come from?" Thomas shrugs his shoulders and smiles. "A master of his craft never reveals his secrets." Playfully rolling your eyes, a yawn escapes your mouth.

Thomas pulls out of you and you sigh sadly at the loss of contact, only for him to pull the blanket over you and get up off the bed to grab your phones. You watch as he plugs them both into the wall and climbs back into bed before cutting the light off. Cuddling into his chest, your legs intertwine and you both lay there in comfortable silence, until a thought pops into your head, making you laugh a little. "What's so funny?" You think about the situation and explain.

"Had I known it would've taken you stealing my phone from me to get you to put the fangs in, I would've let you take it a long time ago." The two of you laugh and he asks, "Is that your way of telling me you want Mr. Deville to peek his head back in the bedroom again?" He realizes that at some point, he's going to have to tell you that the fangs aren't fake. But that thought leaves his mind as he feels himself getting hard again at your answer "As far as I'm concerned, he can come back anytime he wants." Thomas lets out an "Oh really?" before flipping the two of you so he's sitting between your legs again. "Because I think he's still hungry." A moan leaves your lips as Thomas sinks his cock back into you, and you mentally prepare for the terrible time you're going to have to try and get up in the morning.

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[steveandbuckysdaughter]

Hi, again. 👋

I found the post you were talking about. The stan's account was deactivated, but yeesh. 😬 Nice replies to them, btw.

The stan that bashed on me said I was being misogynistic, even though I'm a black woman who just wanted to see another black character get their chance to shine.

Hell, it's not just the shows and movies (I think this all started with Endgame). It's also the Steve Rogers musical too. I don't know if you know about it, but Disney made the musical real, and it really did Sam and Bucky dirty.

Sam isn't even in it. Maybe he was mentioned once, but the musical showed an image of Sam as Captain America. As for Bucky, his scene from CA:TFA, where he saved pre-serum Steve, was given to Peggy instead. Bucky was mentioned once, and the musical tried to justify Steve's ending from Endgame. All for this ship.

And, frankly, I don't hate Peggy, I'm just more annoyed that other characters get shoved aside as well as this great dynamic that Steve and Bucky had, while she and her ship with Steve has been getting propped up more and more. But, seeing some of your and the others' posts, I get why you guys don't like her.

Girl, don’t get me started on the abomination that was Rogers the musical. It could have been glorious, it had so much potential, but once again Bucky’s role in Steve’s story was given to Peggy, and Sam wasn’t even there!

I feel like Marvel feels the need to tone down Stucky or their friendship overall because it was just too powerful. We all remember the hashtag that begged Marvel to make Stucky Canon, #givecaptainamericaaboyfriend. They just couldn’t let it happen, not to a main and important character like Steve, god forbid. And so ever since civil war Stucky has always had little to no scenes together no matter how well established it was in previous projects. All their scenes and dynamic were given to Peggy, their friendship was toned down, Steve’s whole ending happened. It just feels like Stucky is so menacing to Marvel that the only way to stop us is by destroying Steve, Bucky and their relationship.

I mean, Steve is given no justice in his ending and in all the other projects he appeared in. Bucky went from a victim and prisoner of war to someone who must make amends for things that were beyond his control. And the depth of their friendship was toned down and reduced every time Peggy was involved. And then they wonder why many people in the fandom dislike Peggy or why the whole Rogers the musical initiative flopped the second it went beyond Hawkeye.

Like, even if you don’t ship Stucky you can tell that they care for each other, and you can tell there was a shift after people actually wanted Marvel to take action and do something about this dynamic. Steve can’t get even one episode as his own character because Peggy must be there. Bucky had more luck, but still… and let’s not even talk about Sam, his only appearance was as a zombie!

In another post of mine I ranted about how bothered I was that Peggy was inserted in the 1602 storyline, and i haven’t changed my mind. It would have been so nice to give Steve one episode about himself, about his dynamic with his best friend and about the relationship with himself and his fellow avengers. But no, Peggy must be there too, and for no good reason as well.

I feel like Marvel trying to erase pre-existing relationships to have Peggy shine only results in fans turning their back on Marvel and hiding in fanfiction or whatever piece of media that can actually bring justice to the characters. Once someone on Tumblr said “you gave us the characters, but once you mess them up they’re not yours anymore. You don’t understand and respect them, therefore you don’t deserve them.” and I couldn’t agree more, which is why I am currently reading and writing fanfiction rather than buying into everything marvel gives us.

Peggy was the love interest with more screen time even before what if and all that jazz, she had her own show! And I fear that the day Marvel will realize that pushing a reimagined Nazi turned Mary Sue into every single what if episode where she can fit instead of enhancing the characters that are actually relevant in-universe it will be too late.

Sorry about the rant, I get carried away when it’s about my boys lol

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Your writing makes me feel things oh my

Could you do a Robin smut with promts 1, 2, 28, and 30? Ik it probably sounds like a lot so I'd get it if u don't want to. But I thought it'd all fit together like Robin's jealous reader's flirting with someone else and reader's excuse is that she and Robin are "just friends" so Robin has to set her straight

Anyways I also wanted to say that I am so jealous of your writing skills and I (embarrassingly) look up to you(r writing?)

Baby I love you for this and your compliments mean the absolute world to me. Like I love you so much let's get married immediately.

No Robin smut for me is too much.

No Sharing // R.B. x Reader

Summary: Robin has to set the record straight with her "best friend".

CW: MDNI 18+, delicious beautiful smut, fingering, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, dom!robin, sub!reader

Another hot, dusky summer night, another house party at Steve Harrington's house.

Everyone was there, of course, including Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve himself, just about everyone that went to Hawkins High School. Including your most cherished best friend, Robin Buckley.

The two of you stood in the kitchen, people watching, laughing at everyone's antics, like Tammy Thompson being too drunk to even stand, and Steve slipping on some spilled liquor, falling straight on his ass.

It wasn't uncommon for the two of you to be alone in the corner, giggling and gossiping with each other, huddled close together as the two of you normally would, being the introverts you are.

Robin had been your best friend since 6th grade, when your mom forced you to go to her birthday party, March 10th, despite your attempts at begging not to go. You didn't get along well with other kids, as some weren't fond of your "awkward" personality, so you always opted to stay home.

Your mom forcing you to go to her birthday sleepover was the best thing that could've happened to you. You'd gotten along with her so quickly, having so much in common, like being labeled "weird" or "different". You had the same music taste, the same sense of humor, and hated the same people.

Over the years, the friendship blossomed, hanging out after school, passing notes to each other in class, sharing clothes, having sleepovers, Robin always falling asleep during the middle of movie night, and snuggling together in bed. You'd even practiced kissing each other, for when the two of you would eventually get a boyfriend.

But as time passed, neither of you had ever gotten interested in boys, because they were "boring", and spent most of your time with each other instead, which the two of you were happy to do. It was a beautiful friendship, sent from the universe itself, and you were absolutely inseparable.

As you and Robin were continuing to laugh and goof around, she spilled her drink from her red solo cup onto the front of her shirt, drenching her.

"Oh shit, Robin, let me find a towel-"

"Nah, it's cool. I'll go find one myself." She insisted.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, definitely. I'm gonna go find one, be right back." She saluted you.

"Okay." You giggled as she began to navigate through the sea of intoxicated young adults.

"Hey there." A familiar voice greeted you.

You looked over to see Eddie Munson himself, drunk, hovering above you.

"Hey Eddie! What's up?"

"Not much," he gestured towards Robin, "where's she going?"

"Oh, she spilled her drink on her shirt, went to clean herself up is all."

"Ah, okay, gotcha. So, how you been doin' lately?"

Eddie and yourself chatted amongst yourselves in the kitchen for a few minutes. You couldn't help but find his drunken, goofy self charming.

And Robin couldn't help but notice.

She came back to see you talking with him. You were laughing too much, shoving him playfully too much, twirling your hair with your fingers too much for her liking.

And she couldn't help but overhear you say:

"Robin? Yeah, I know we're really close, just best friends, ya know?"

She'd heard enough.

She put on a smile and strutted over, linking her elbow with yours.

"Oh, hey Robin!" You exclaimed, smiling at her, "did you find a towel?"

"Yeah, I did," she nodded, her eyes fixated on Eddie, "so, what're you guys doing?"

"Oh, we were just talking, catching up, ya know-"

She cut Eddie off, "Yeah, that's cool. Hey, can we have our own talk over there?" She glanced at you, pointing to the stairs.

"Oh, um, yeah..." you said, confusion on your face. "Sorry Eddie, I'll see you later-"

"Yeah, she'll see you later." She interrupted you, a condescending tone to her voice as she grabbed your arm, walking you towards the staircase.

"Robin, what the hell was that? That was so fucking rude-"

"Shut up and keep walking."

You hesitantly followed her up the stairs to an empty room, the only furniture in it a dresser and a freshly made bed, feeling annoyed as she shut the door behind you, locking it.

"What's gotten into you?" You questioned her, frustrated, "You been drinking or something?"

"Oh, stop it, you know that neither of us actually drink at these things." She took a few steps forward to you, her hands behind her back.

"Well," you stammered, "what the fuck is your problem? You were mean to him for no reason-"

"You wanna know what the fuck my problem is?" She raised her voice, "My problem is you going around telling people that we're 'just friends', flirting around with people I know you don't care about."

You shot her a confused look.

"Okay... well, what's wrong with that?"

"Oh my god," Robin threw her arms up in the air in frustration, slapping them on her sides, "Cut the shit, babe. You know what's wrong with that.

"Robin, I really don't understand-"

She stepped closer to you, very much so irritated with you.

"Come on, now. Don't act so ignorant," she began one of her infamous rants, "we've never had boyfriends, never even kissed one, for fucks sake, we've only kissed each other. We have sleepovers where we cuddle, sometimes even half naked, we wear each other's clothes, we only spend time with each other, no one else! Don't act so fucking stupid, because I know you're not blind to this, to this situation, to us!"

There was a moment of silence, a moment where the air, the tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

Your face went hot, as you just stared at her with glossy eyes, feeling timid.

She took note of your body language, and took another step forward, until her face was only inches from yours.

"We're not just friends, and you fucking know it." Her voice dropped an octave, lustful eyes glancing to yours, and to your lips.

"Robin," you breathed, "I'm sorry-"

She grabbed your face with her hands, crashing her lips onto yours, pulling you in for a hard, passionate kiss.

When you didn't reciprocate, she pulled back.

"I'm sorry," she started, "I shouldn't have-"

You grabbed her head, yanking her forward and smashed your lips onto hers, giving her the same hard, passionate kiss she'd given you moments before, not wanting to let go, wanting to draw it out as long as possible.

You broke the kiss, looking at her through half lidded eyes, relishing in her presence.

"Robin," you whined, fisting the fabric of her shirt desperately, "Robin, please."

She gazed at you for a moment, savouring your touch, your presence, and crashed her lips against yours again, snaking her hand down your back as you wrapped your arms around her shoulders.

Her lips were so soft, tasting of vanilla chapstick, as she kissed you over and over again, only breaking them to take a shallow breath in between.

The both of you panted as you continued to embrace each other fiercely, feeling fire spread across your skin as she suddenly gripped your hips tightly, thrusting them against yours.

You lightly gasped, Robin taking the opportunity to skim her tongue along your bottom lip, beginning to pull you in for a deeper kiss, your tongues gliding against each others feverishly. You raked your fingers through her hair hastily as she she kept a hold on your hips.

She pushed a leg in between yours, biting your bottom lip softly, then taking it into her mouth, sucking on it, and letting it go with a pop.

You softly moaned, begging for more as you held her close to you. She smiled.

"You say we're just friends, but you can't keep your hands off me."

You bit your lip, looking down at her chest and looking even lower, rubbing your thighs against hers for some kind of friction.

She smirked and frantically grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it off your head, then began unbuttoning your pants, you eagerly slipping out of them. She gazed at your body in adoration, before quickly taking off her own clothes, the both of you standing before each other in your bra and panties.

She leaned forward, bringing her lips to your ear, sliding a finger down the side of your underwear, and snapping it against your skin.

"I always liked these," she whispered, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

She kissed you harshly again as she slipped her hands behind your back, unclasping your bra and sliding it off your body.

Robin made her way down from your lips to your neck and chest, gently biting and sucking, leaving light bruises scattered across your exposed skin.

"Robin," you softly moaned.

"Sh," she hushed you, "You're mine, and I don't share."

She continued her assault on your chest, cupping your breasts as she swirled her tongue around your nipples, sucking and kissing them, before grabbing the soft flesh of your ass and lifting you up, tossing you onto the bed.

She unhooked her own bra as she sat before you, throwing it somewhere in the room. You reached for her, wanting to touch her soft skin, but she pushed you back down, grabbing the waistline of your panties and pulling them down your legs.

You squished your thighs together in embarassment, but she grabbed your knees, spreading your legs apart to get a good look.

"You're beautiful, babe. I'll show you."

You huffed, quivering under Robin's touch as she teasingly brushed her fingers along the skin of your inner thighs, lightly scratching you with her nails as she descended her hands down towards your heat.

She lightly stroked your folds, collecting your slick on her fingers, making you whimper.

"Fuck," she groaned, "you're so fucking wet."

She brought her fingers to her mouth and slowly licked them, keeping eye contact with you as she relished in your taste, you gazing at her with half lidded eyes and inhaling a sharp breath.

She bit at the side of your knee, mumbling expletives as she tried to compose herself, prevent herself from completely devouring you.

"Robin," you panted, "please... I need you."

She gave a teasing smirk at your words, breathing heavily, and placed a finger on your dripping entrance, gently sliding it into you.

You gasped, arching into her touch as she began pushing it in and out of you at an achingly slow pace, then without warning, inserted a second digit, curling them into your sweet spot, making you bite back a moan as your walls clenched around her.

She paused, smiling at at your reaction.

"Right there, huh? That was easy." She said in a low voice.

She continued pumping her fingers in and out of you at a faster, steady rhythm, making sure to hit your spongy spot everytime. You began feeling fire in your abdomen, goosebumps spreading across your skin, panting, moaning her name shamelessly.

She crawled over you, her other arm holding herself up on the pillow next to you, continuing to fuck into you, and began circling your clit with her thumb.

"Oh fuck, Robin," you mumbled, her catching your mouth quickly, your kisses sloppy and deep between heavy pants. She nipped at your bottom lip and sucked on it, your lips surely swollen and bruised now as you felt the coiling tension in your stomach get tighter.

"Could he make you feel as good as I do?" She asked between pants.

You shook your head, shivering under her.

"Answer me." She demanded, squeezing your cheeks together.

"No, never, fuck Robin, I'm gonna-"

She quickly removed her fingers from you before your orgasm could peak, sitting up.

You groaned at the loss, rubbing your thighs together for some friction.

"Why did you-"

"As much as I wanna watch you fall apart underneath me right now," she teased in her raspy voice, "this isn't how I want you to cum."

She leaned over, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead, and grasped your hips tightly, making you yelp, as she yanked the apex of your thighs towards her face.

She licked a thick stripe up your dripping heat, making you push your hips to her face even further.

She began to lap you up rapidly, swirling her tongue along your folds as the coil in your stomach quickly returned. You moaned a mixture of her name and expletives, watching your best friend devour you senseless.

She inserted her tongue into your entrance, making you roll your hips and cry out in pleasure, reaching out to grab a fistful of her hair as she licked inside of you.

Robin then skimmed up your heat, licking a flat tongue over your clit, swirling around it with a fast and hard pace, then taking your swollen bud into her mouth, sucking and smacking her mouth on it ruthlessly, drowning you in absolute ecstacy. You gasped and gripped her hair tighter, making her moan against your heat. The vibration alone sent you over the edge.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Robin, I'm gonna cum-"

Your back arched as shockwaves gripped your body, pulsing against her mouth as you fell apart, her continuing to lap up your mess through your high until it came to a halt.

She let go of your hips, panting, her mouth wet with your slick as she dropped your lower half back onto the bed.

Robin leaned over you and kissed you feverishly, her face flushed, and you pulled her in deeper, tasting yourself on her tongue.

She plopped her back onto the bed, laying beside you, catching her breath as you both stared at the ceiling, your fingers interwining with hers as you held hands until both of you could steady yourselves.

"Robin," you started, "that was amazing-"

"I know," she smiled, "I know it was."

You looked over to her, chuckling a bit.

"You're feeling pretty proud of yourself right now, aren't you?"

She nodded excitedly, "Yep. I am."

She turned over to you and gazed at your fucked out face, smoothing your hair.

"Now everyone will know, I'm not your best friend."

You grinned. "Yeah, you're right," you gently kissed her swollen lips, "but everyone will know I'm not your best friend, either."

Robin looked at you questioningly.

A devilish smile came across your face.

"It's your turn."

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[storiesforallfandoms]

triple date ~ steve harrington;stranger things

part one   part two   part three   part four   part five

word count: 3262

request?: no

description: when her sister suggests a group night out to the movies, she struggles to keep up their secret

pairing: steve harrington x female!wheeler!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of the deaths in the movie sleepaway camp

masterlist (one, two, three)

"Do you have any plans tonight?” Nancy asked the minute she reached my locker.

“Hello to you too, dear sister,” I responded. “You know I don’t have any plans tonight because I am indeed a loser with two friends, one of which is you.”

“Shut up,” she laughed, lightly shoving my shoulder. “A group of us are getting together to go to the movies tonight. You’re coming with us.”

I gave Nancy a look before closing my locker and nodding my head for her to follow me. She fell into step beside me as I asked her, “Who is us exactly?”

“Me, Barb, Jonathan, and Steve.”

I nearly stopped in the middle of the hall, but made myself keep walking. I tried not to let my face give anything away, but internally I was definitely panicking over the idea of hanging out with both Steve and Nancy.

“You can invite Holly if you want,” Nancy added. “I understand if you don’t want to hang out with just my friends.”

“I like Barb,” I said. I decided not to comment on my feelings towards Steve. “What movie are you guys seeing?”

“Some horror movie that Jonathan wants to see. Sleepaway Camp, I think it’s called. I told him I’d only go if we had other people with us because I’m not a horror movie person.”

I gave Nancy a look. “You passed up on the opportunity to be alone with Jonathan during a horror movie?”

She playfully nudged me. “It’s not like that. It...it was a friendly invitation anyways.”

“Does Jonathan know that?” I laughed as Nancy glared at me. “Seriously, Nance, what’s up with you and Jonathan? Have you put a label on whatever is happening, or even tried to?”

She looked like she was contemplating answering, but quickly changed her mind and said, “Do you want to come or not?”

I playfully rolled my eyes. “Yes, I’ll go. I’ll ask Holly if she wants to come with.”

Nancy smiled. Before the conversation could go any further, the warning bell rang. She said her goodbyes and hurried off down the hall towards her class. Once she was gone, I let out a sigh I hadn’t realized I was holding and turned into my classroom. Holly was sat in her usual seat next to mine as I plopped myself down in my seat and turned to her.

“Please tell me you’re free tonight,” I said.

“I have a paper due for Mr. Murphy’s English class,” Holly responded. “But I’m more than happy to procrastinate that. Why?”

“I just told Nancy I’d go to the movies with her tonight, but Steve is also going and I’m gonna need someone there to keep me from word vomiting to Nancy.”

Holly gave me a look. “You’re going to have to tell her eventually. She’s not going to be mad at yo when she’s clearly head over heels for Jonathan Byers.”

“I’ll tell her soon,” I told her, although I wasn’t sure if even I believed that. “It’s coming up on mine and Steve’s first month together. I just want to make sure this is serious first.”

It was yet another excuse that I was using to justify my fear of admitting my relationship with Steve to Nancy. I appreciated Holly trying to reassure me that Nancy would’ve be upset, but I wasn’t sure I fully believed that. I couldn’t imagine a scenario where Nancy wouldn’t be upset over this secret relationship.

“Please will you come?” I begged. “I’ll buy your popcorn.”

She thought for a moment before saying, “My popcorn and my snacks. It’s what I deserve for being forced to fifth wheel on this date.”

“You’re not fifth wheeling. Barb is going, too.”

Holly froze at the mention of Barb’s name. I could see the dozens of thoughts going through her head in that moment. I couldn’t help but smirk to myself as I settled into my desk.

The final bell rang just as Carol scurried into the classroom. She glared at Holly and I as she passed us. I glanced over at Holly, who rolled her eyes.

Tommy and Steve had gotten a month’s worth of after school detention following their lunchtime fight, as well as Tommy getting an additional grounding from his parents the entire time, which meant that for a month Carol wasn’t able to see Tommy outside of schooltime. Carol blamed me for the fight and Tommy’s subsequent punishment, which heightened the negative interactions we had already been having.

It definitely was not making my school experience any better, but I had bigger fish to fry than Carol’s petty drama.

~~~~~~

That night, I was sat in the back of Barb’s car as she drove me and Nancy to the theater. The two of them were talking about something, but I couldn’t focus on anything they were saying. My legs were bobbing anxiously as my mind raced thinking about meeting up with Steve at the theater. I wished Holly had come with us, but she insisted on driving herself.

“Hey (Y/N), are you okay?”

I looked up to see Barb looking at me through her rearview mirror.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said. “A little nervous for the movie, I guess.”

“I don’t think it’s going to be that scary,” Barb said.

“That’s because horror movies don’t scare you,” Nancy pointed out. “You love them.”

“Holly loves horror movies, too,” I said, hoping it sounded as subtle as I wanted to.

I definitely noticed the look on Barb’s face and felt a slight swell of pride in my chest.

I trailed behind my sister and her friend as we approached the movie theater. I could see familiar figures waiting as we got closer. Holly was in the middle of saying something when Jonathan noticed us and waved. Steve turned to face us and I felt my heart skip a beat. His eyes landed on me and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Hey guys,” Jonathan said. “We already got the tickets just so the movie wouldn’t sell out before you got here. We were thinking three of us go save the seats while the others get the snacks.”

“That works for me,” Nancy said, and we all agreed to the plan.

We decided that Holly, Barb, and Nancy would save the seats while Steve, Jonathan, and I got the snacks. Jonathan was stood at the counter ordering when Steve slipped a hand into my back pocket and leaned in close to my ear.

“Do you want to share a bag of popcorn?” he whispered.

It was such an innocent and mundane thing, but it still sent a shiver running down my spine.

“S-sure,” I replied. Steve smiled and gave my butt a squeeze before removing his hand from my back pocket. “But I still have to get snacks for Holly. I kind of bribed her to come out tonight.”

Steve chuckled and snuck in a quick kiss before Jonathan turned around.

When we finally got the snacks and arrived at the theater playing our movie, we found the three girls sat near the back of the theater. Holly was sat at the end next to Barb, with Nancy on the other side of Barb, and three empty seats beside Nancy. Jonathan seemed hesitant to sit next to her, glancing once at Steve while he contemplated it, but I nudged him forward to silently encourage him to do so.

That led the last two seats to be for me and Steve.

I passed Holly her snacks and moved past the group to get to our seats. Steve sat next to Jonathan, leaving me the furthest away from Nancy. I wasn’t sure if that would make it easier or harder to hide our secret from her.

The lights went out and the movie started. It seemed very campy - pun definitely intended - so I wasn’t sure what to expect horror wise. I was starting to agree with Barb on the fact that the movie wasn’t going to be scary until one of the first almost kills; the creepy cook getting a pot of boiling hot water dumped on him, causing him to break out into painful looking hives and blisters. I gasped at how disgusting his skin looked as the character’s screams filled the theater. Steve looked over at me and put an arm around my shoulder.

“Don’t be scared,” he whispered. “Honestly, that guys deserved it. He’s a fucking creep.”

“I’m not scared, I’m disgusted,” I responded. “That looked brutal.”

It wasn’t until a few scenes later, where the body of the first actual victim appeared on screen and I hid myself against Steve’s chest that I realized how close we had gotten. I snuck a glance towards the other four, fearing that Steve and I had been caught, only to find that each couple was having their own moment together. Nancy was similarly cuddled up to Jonathan, her head on his shoulder as she peaked up at the screen, while Barb and Holly had started sharing a bag of popcorn and were almost laughing at the movie.

Steve ran a hand through my hair soothingly. It hadn’t realized how tense my body had become (from the movie or from the fear of getting caught I wasn’t sure), but his actions helped to calm me down. I settled against him, deciding not to worry about who would see us and to instead enjoy this moment with Steve before it was gone.

If I had to rate the movie on a scale from 1-10 in the scary department, I probably would’ve given it a solid 7.5. It wasn’t too scary, but the kills were interesting, and the twist ending left me with my jaw on the floor. I was still trying to regain my thoughts as the lights went back up and everyone else started to move away.

“(Y/N), you gotta let go of my arm,” Steve said.

At some point before the movie ended, Steve had moved his arm from around my shoulder to more discreetly holding my hand while I was deep into the movie. I guess I had also started gripping onto his arm at some point because I hadn’t noticed until he pointed it out.

I mumbled a shy, “Sorry”, and dislodged myself from him.

“That’s gonna leave a mark,” he teased. “I’ll send you the medical bills.”

I smiled at him, but I couldn’t help but notice that everyone had stood and was looking at us, waiting. I stood from my seat and followed the group from the theater, a little sad that my time with Steve was quickly coming to an end.

Barb and Holly announced they had to go to the bathroom, which Nancy and Steve also agreed to, so I was left to stand with Jonathan while we waited. I hadn’t had many conversations with Jonathan. I thought he was nice enough guy, and his brother was one of Mike’s closest friends. We just didn’t run in the same circles or anything. Although, that was the same with me and Steve, and look where that had gotten us.

Since I was alone with Jonathan, I decided to finally get his side of the story about him and Nancy.

“So,” I started, drawing his attention to me, “Jonathan Byers, what are your intentions with my sister?”

He started to laugh, but I could hear the awkwardness behind his laugh. A blush started creeping up his neck, which told me all I needed to know before he even spoke.

“I...um...I don’t know,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “We’re just...friends?”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Is that a question or a statement?”

“I don’t know,” he repeated. “I...I really like her, though. And I think she likes me, too.”

“I know she likes you.”

His face brightened at this. “She does?”

I nodded. “Trust me, I’ve seen her face when she brings you up. It’s like you’re the most amazing thing on the planet to her. She really likes you, and I think, if you were to ask her out in a romantic way, she’d say yes in a heartbeat.”

Jonathan looked down at the ground, a wide smile on his face. I think it would be an understatement to say he loved my sister. There was a connection between them that couldn’t be denied. They both just had to grow a pair and acknowledge it.

Before anything else could be said, Nancy approached the two of us. She looked over at Jonathan’s smiling face and mirrored his expression. I glanced over at Jonathan to make sure he was seeing what I was seeing.

“What are you two talking about?” she asked.

“Nothing,” Jonathan and I said at the same time.

She looked suspicious, but didn’t push the subject matter. “Barb and Holly are still in the bathroom. They’re too busy talking about the movie and how not scary they think it is.”

“I wonder what it’s like to not be afraid of anything,” I said. “Maybe they can teach us that.”

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being a little afraid of a movie that’s supposed to scare you,” Steve said as he approached us. “Besides, your little gasps whenever something scary happened were hilarious.”

I sent him a playful glare, but he returned it with a wink behind Nancy’s back and immediately melted away my facade.

When Holly and Barb finally joined us, we made our way towards the exit. Everyone was excitedly talking about the movie now, exchanging our own thoughts and opinions on it. I was about to follow Barb and Nancy to where Barb had parked her car when Holly reached out and grabbed my arm to stop me.

“Hey, I’ll bring you home,” she said. “I need some help with - uh - school stuff.”

I raised an eyebrow at her strange tone of voice, but decided to go along with it. I told Nancy I’d see her back at home and watched as she followed Barb towards Barb’s car.

“What school stuff do you want to talk about?” I asked Holly.

“Nothing, actually,” she responded. “But Steve asked me if I could come up with some sort of excuse to say that you’d be coming with me so that he could be the one to drive you home.”

I looked over at Steve who was still talking Jonathan. He glanced over at me and smiled for a split second, a smile just for me, before turning his attention back to the oldest Byers boy. Butterflies filled my stomach, which I didn’t think could be possible after the two of us dating for nearly a month, but he was constantly surprising me. He made every day with him feel like the first all over again.

When Jonathan finally left, I said goodbye to Holly and followed Steve to his car. As we walked across the parking lot, he slid his hand into him and interlaced our fingers. I looked over at him and, for a lack of a better word, internally swooned over how beautiful he was; the way the moon was lighting up his face, his hair bouncing perfectly with every step he took, the way his hand felt like his hand fit in mine like perfect puzzle pieces connecting together. It still couldn’t believe that I was lucky enough to call him mine.

“If you take a picture it’ll last longer,” he teased as we reached his car.

“Don’t tempt me, Harrington,” I teased back. He chuckled and opened the car door for me. “Ever the gentleman.”

“Always,” he said.

As he started up his car and pulled out of the Starcourt Mall parking lot, I wished he didn’t have to take me home. I would go anywhere with him right now if it meant just getting to have this time together to be an actual couple and not to hide our relationship from everyone.

"Are you worried about what people will say when they find out we’re dating?” I asked.

Steve looked over at me. “What? No, of course not. Why would I be?”

The answer to that question felt obvious. I looked over to see if Steve was joking, but I could see the serious look etched on his face. “Because you’re the big popular guy, and I’m the nerdy math girl. Aren’t you worried how that will, like, effect your social standing.”

Steve scoffed. “Like I give a shit about that. There’s nothing to popularity, (Y/N). Everyone seems to wish for it, but the only time it’s ever a good thing is if you’re a jackass like Tommy and Carol, or that new Billy kid. The type of person who likes to make others feel small and who likes to boss around people they think are lesser than. It’s not something I’m striving to keep.”

He had a point. Up until I actually got to know Steve, I would’ve been convinced that he thrived on the popularity. He was at the very top of the Hawkins High School food chain, the number one in high school popularity. But, ever since getting to know him, I’ve come to realize that wasn’t him at all and, like he said, popularity was nothing.

“Are you worried about what people will say?” he asked me.

I shook my head almost immediately. “I’m only worried about what Nancy will say.”

“I understand that, but you can’t keep this a secret from her forever.”

I sighed. “I know. Everyone keeps reminding me.”

He reached over and took my hand in his as I realized we had pulled up to my house. I looked up at him again and he smiled while giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. “I don’t want to push you into telling her if you’re not ready. But whenever you do want to tell her, I’ll be there with you if you want.”

I smiled and leaned over to kiss him. He cupped my cheek in one hand, pulling me back to him as I tried to pull away from the kiss. I giggled at the gesture and eventually managed to free myself from him after another few kisses.

“I’ll see you later,” he said.

“See you later,” I responded.

I was reluctant to get out of the car, but I managed to pull myself away from the magnetizing charm that was Steve Harrington. I walked up to the front door, paused before opening it to turn back and wave at Steve, before I finally walked into my house. My entire body felt light and fuzzy as I started up the stairs.

“Hey (Y/N).”

I jumped and turned to see Mike standing at the bottom of the steps.

“What are you doing, you weirdo?” I asked.

“I was just getting a snack before going back to my campaign,” he explained. “Heard a car pull up and decided to see who it was.”

“It’s just me,” I said. “So you can go back to your fantasy game without the worry of a crazed burglar trying to break in or whatever.”

I turned to start up the stairs again, but Mike cut me off by saying, “But it wasn’t just you. It was also Steve Harrington.”

I froze and slowly turned back to him. “He drove me home from the movie. Nancy came home with Barb.”

“Yeah, but Nancy didn’t kiss Barb when Barb brought her home.”

And just like that, my euphoric feeling came crashing down around me.

Me? Making Barb WLW with my own OC? Yes, yes I am.

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[kitashousewife]

not just for kids

an: happy october! i am gonna make some halloween-ish fics i think. here is the first one!

pairing: timeskip!sakusa x fem!reader

warnings: food mention, candy mention, sakusa being a party pooper, fluff, lowercase intentional

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"just turn off the lights, this is stupid," sakusa groans, flopping himself onto the living room couch. "there's plenty of other houses in the neighborhood."

"so what omi! come on, it's our first halloween here! i want to be the fun house," you plead, holding the first of many bowls of candy in your arms. "besides, it's only 7:00. they've barely even started!"

with a dramatic groan, sakusa attempts to throw a pillow at you. he isn't going down without a fight.

sakusa hates halloween. he always has. even when he was younger, he didn't care too much for it. he isn't the biggest fan of sweets, staying up later than he needs to, and especially hates costumes of any kind. it isn't just the night itself. oh no, he hates it all. the movies, the pumpkin carving, the endless parties.

he sat through two hours of pumpkin carving last night, carving the most basic jack-o-lantern face possible into his. it took him ten minutes. the rest of the time he watched you use the tiniest, cheapest knife he's ever seen, from the kit you just had to have, making the most intricate design. he only sat through that because he was very entertained at the furrowed brows, extreme concentration, and delicate work you did on the dumb vegetable.

he also just really loves you.

"don't be so lame, kiyoomi!" you shout from your front door. "why do you hate this! you don't even have to say anything,"

he flips through channels on the tv, rolling his eyes at every station. does everyone have to play some stupid halloween movie?

"why would i be excited about handing out candy to kids, let alone candy that we bought. and they're getting it for free."

you huff, stomping over to the living room where your husband is sprawled out, clearly set on not moving any time soon. you grab the remote and shut off the tv.

"babe, i was-"

"please, kiyoomi! just for an hour? after that, i promise you can go sit down," you plead, giving him the best fake pout you can muster up. he rolls his eyes, standing up as slow as he can. you clap your hands together, pulling him by the arm to place a kiss on his cheek. "i owe you, so big. i promise, just an hour,"

"trust me, you're only getting an hour. then i'm going to bed."

shuffling over towards the front door, you flick on the porch light and wait. sakusa fights the grin that comes onto his face. you're so excited, rocking back and forth on your feet. he finds it adorable, but he's really trying to get out of this.

"what's so fun about this, anyway?"

you gasp. "everything! the decorations, everyone is so happy and excited. and the best part is," you grab the candy bowl in preparation. "the costumes!"

"that's the worst part."

"i'm talking about the kids! it's so cute, kiyoomi! i remember being so excited to dress up, i begged my mom every day to let me wear my costume."

he snorts. "whatever makes you happy, sweetheart.”

you peek through the window and squeal when you see your first group of trick or treaters coming up to the door.

"move omi! here they come!"

he steps to the side, wincing as the doorbell rings. that's going to get old.

you open the door, beaming as all the children shout "trick or treat!" you coo at them and reach into the bowl, grabbing the biggest handfuls of candy that you can. sakusa wants to stop you, wants to warn you that this is the first group, but it's no use.

"what do we have here? a dinosaur, a princess, and what are you?" you bend down to their level, and the kids smile wide at you. one boy looks at you with a toothy grin, and points to his chest. "i'm superman!"

you laugh. "that is so cool! i love it. enjoy you guys!" you wave at the parents, and as the kids run down the steps, you hear another group approach them.

"now that you gave away half the candy, let's just wait for a bit,"

"shush omi! awh, look at them!"

he sighs and looks at the kids. it looks like siblings, one girl and one boy. the girl looks to be some superhero of some kind, and the boy looks like a lion. he will admit, they're pretty cute.

"wait for your brother!" sakusa looks up and sees what looks like the parents waving at their kids. the boy and girl stop, and wobbling behind them is another little boy, no older than a toddler.

his costume?

a MSBY jersey, number 15. he's wearing little kneepads over his tights, and even has arm sleeves. by the time he reaches his siblings, you have already dropped candy in their buckets. sakusa comes into the doorframe and bends down.

"oh my god omi! look, he's you!"

sakusa can't stop staring. it's the cutest thing he's ever seen. without a second thought, he swipes the bowl out of your hands and dumps it into the toddlers bucket. the boy is a little too young to understand, but his siblings cheer.

"you win for best costume, bud."

giving the smallest thank you he's ever heard, the boy wobbles back down to his family. the parents wave, kneeling down to the boy with excitement. as you shut the door behind you, you can't help but smirk.

"now that you gave away half of the candy," you mock, and his cheeks turn pink.

"oh please. i know how much candy you bought. we have enough for 50 more of those bowls."

you walk over to his spot next to the door and pull him down for a kiss.

"halloween isn't so bad, huh?"

he kisses you again and smirks.

"it's fine. hey, do you think there will be more volleyball costumes?”

#sakusa x reader fluff #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader imagine #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu oneshot #sakusa oneshot #hq fluff #hq imagine #hq x reader #sakusa x you

[falconcoast]

I NEEDA SEE A TIGHNARI OR SCARAMOUCHE COLLEGE AU IM BEGGING like late night roommate talks

college au | tighnari x reader

masterlist

a/n: i started writing this literally during a round of debate. also, after said debate, i saw the finest debater in my district and swooned so bad i almost fainted. anyways take this and my limited knowledge of college. 

tags: omg they were roommates-to-lovers, sharing a bed, domestic fluff

warnings; brief alcohol mention (none consumed)

tighnari was your first friend in at sumeru university.

in one of your gen-ed writing classes, he happened to sit next to you, right in the middle of the lecture hall

after a few awkward “do you have a pencil i can borrow” and “i was sick do you have the notes” encounter, you formally interacted after being assigned in a group project

tighnari, you learn, is a major in biology with a concentration in plant sciences.

blunt and quick-witted, he is a no-nonsense busy body. after being labeled group leader, he was quick to assign roles and pore over his own work.

eventually, you exchanged phone numbers to study together. the study sessions together slowly became a habit, and at least once a week you meet with him

and from your study sessions bloomed a friendship. study sessions went from being in the library to in local cafes to in one another’s dorm rooms. soon enough, you and tighnari were as thick as thieves.

tighnari is nicer than he lets on, and he shows that he cares in less forward ways.  

sometimes, he drops by your dorm to reprimand you for not getting all three meals with a healthy dish. 

other times, he’ll call you at an ungodly hour, saying “you idiot, i can see your dorm light on, go to bed!” 

and at other times, he says nothing at all, simply highlighting where you’re wrong when doing your gen-ed math work. 

after freshman year, when he asks you to move into an apartment off-campus, you instantly say yes

tighnari proves to be a delightful roommate, and you balance one another out. if you make dinner, he’ll wash the dishes. if you’re going grocery shopping, he’ll do the budgeting and make a list of what you need. if you wake up before your alarm and make coffee, he’ll make both of your beds. 

after a while, you realize that tighnari is more than delightful to you; he’s lovable in a way that best friends shouldn’t think about one another. 

naturally, you do what anyone with a crush on their roommate would do: avoid the issue completely by distracting yourself. dinner together stops. your movie nights on friday are put to a halt. as soon as you get home, you go into your room and work.

tighnari’s well aware something is wrong when you get a single text that says: “hey, if something is wrong, talk to me, okay?” 

but as you look at the desk, you can only sigh and turn back to your work. archons, how you talk to tighnari when the problem was your childish crush on him?!

it’s three AM. 

you’re well aware it’s past your bedtime. in the morning, you’ll be cursing yourself for not getting more sleep. but right now, you could care less. spending less time from the apartment was an escape from having to worry about whether your crush on your roommate, your best friend, is obvious. 

as you shove the key into its hole, you let out a long sigh. after a long night out, your head feels delirious with a need for sleep. you spent most of the night at a house party, brooding about tighnari, in the corner. you felt terrible that you couldn’t truly enjoy your other friends and their company. 

opening the door, you took off your shoes before looking up. instead of the darkness of the hallway, you noticed that a faint, warm glow of light illuminating at the end of it. walking forward, you rubbed your eyes as you entered the common area. there, tighnari’s back was to you. he was curled up on the couch with the reading lamp on. the book was propped up on his knee, with pictures of flowers native to sumeru on it. 

his ears twitched lightly when you stopped in surprise. “i never took you as a party person,” he said aloud, not bothering to look around. “that’s the only reason you’re coming home so late, right?” 

“tighnari? what are you doing awake?” you questioned. “it’s late at night.” 

“i wanted to make sure to be up when you came home,” he explained, flipping another page. “i wanted to make sure you were safe.” 

a heat rushed to your cheeks. “that’s...that’s sweet, tighnari,” you murmured. straightening out, you cleared your throat. “you don’t need to stay up any longer. i’m home, and you can go to bed now.” 

with a quick fluttering of paper, the book shut tightly. “you pulled an all-nighter last night, and now you’re coming home at three in the morning. let’s get you to bed.” 

ushering you to your room, he sat you down promptly at the chair by your desk. as he went through your pajama drawer, he asked, “did you drink any alcohol?” 

“no, i didn’t.”

“good. i would have had to contact the university administration if you did,” he lightly chuckled. returning to you, he handed you a change of clothes. quickly, he turned around and placed his hands over his eyes. “please get changed. it would be uncomfortable to sleep in your formal wear.”

after you changed and tossed your dirty clothes in the hamper, he turned back around. tighnari escorted you to bed, sitting you down. as he began pulling the covers over you, he noticed you shiver. “you’re cold,” he observed. quickly, he pulled off his hoodie.

“oh, no, you don’t need to--” you tried to argue back in your sleep-addled state. he responded by shoving the hoodie over your head and getting your arms through the sleeves. it smelled just like him; fresh with light floral scents and fresh herbs.

afterwards, he pulled the blankets over your body. he tucked an extra pillow under your head. after deeming you comfortable enough, he turned around and flicked the light off. as his hand was on the doorknob, you called out to him. “thank you, tighnari,” you whispered, voice barely audible. 

he turned around, light green highlights in his hair turning harlequin with the light from outside the room. a smile crossed his face, shaking his head. “it was nothing. you’re welcome. y/n,” he said. “in the morning, i’ll order brunch for us. you want extra syrup for your pancakes, right?”

“yes, please,” you nodded. after a beat, you shifted slightly. quietly, you asked your roommate, “um, could you come over here really quick?” 

he obeyed, standing by your bedside. you paused, trying to rationalize what you were about to do. if it all went wrong, you could blame everything on your sleepiness. deciding you had nothing to lose, you looked up to his emerald green eyes. 

“do you mind sleeping next to me tonight?” you requested. “it’s just because...well, these last few weeks--” 

he cut you off, simply nodding. “of course i can. i noticed that something was up with you these last few weeks. you don’t have to say anything more.”

sidling next to you, he tucked himself under your covers. he curled up, legs close to his chest. his warmth radiated next to you, as he was only an inch away from your face. “good night, y/n,” he murmured, eyes already closed. “i hope you sleep well.”

you returned the sentiment after a moment, letting out a little breath. “good night. sleep well.”

silence occupied the air as the two of you laid in bed. you wondered why tighnari was so willing to get in bed with you. you almost entertained the thought that he might like you back, but you shook away the thought. after all, there was no use to building false hope. there was no harm in not letting tighnari not know about your little crush. 

still, you knew you would have to tell him eventually, whether it be next week or next year. looking over at him, his eyes were shut peacefully, and his chest rose and fell in even intervals. you decided that there was no harm in practicing confessing your love to him. 

“tighnari?” you murmured. he didn’t react, continuing to sleep steadily. swallowing, you spoke up a little louder. “thank you. i love you.” 

as you shut your eyes, you failed to notice his blush, or the smile on his face, or the way his ears twitched in delight. 

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact tighnari #tighnari x reader #tighnari x y/n

[yeonjun4beagles]

soobin with a size/corruption kink 🧎‍♀️

bestie, i'll not only give you either one, i am giving you both of it cuz why not ;;

ever since the first time you ever hugged soobin, soobin knew he had a thing for your small figure. the way your head is positioned perfectly on his chest, the way your soft belly is settled just right, right there, fuck– he can feel his cock twitch just at the thought of it. also that one time you guys were watching some sad romance movies with you and you cried? god the way your round, starry tears filled eyes looked into his, your cheeks slightly red and your lips somewhat busted from you trying to hold in your sobs, he was damn near from pouncing on you right then and there.

it was wrong, he knows well what he's thinking is so, so wrong but he is no more than just a mere human, vulnerable to his own lust.

soobin since then keep leaving teasing, lingering touches on you, gradually making you lose your mind, the guilt of getting aroused from his oh-so-innocent touches eating you alive. if only you knew what goes on in his mind.

+×+

soobin honestly could lose his mind seeing how small your hands wrapped around his huge horse cock, you fingers barely enveloping his girth. "look at you, y/n, your hands couldn't even fit my cock, do you think your sweet pussy can take it?", soobin scoffed, his fingers tapping your chin to look at him, your blown out pupils filled with lust and maybe a hint of shame.

"y-yes, please, soobin. i can take it, please let me", you begged, talking in between sobs, feeling so little from how soobin's figure towers over you. "yeah? you think so, angel? then, prove it", soobin smirked before leaning back, his eyes deliberately watching all your movements, saving them for later.

your fingers hesitantly pumped his length, slowly gaining speed as you hear soobin letting out such sinful noises from his lips, showing you how good you're making him feel.

soobin suddenly tugged your wrist off his cock, his action causing you to panic and thought you did something wrong, your eyes quickly meeting his, only to find his lust-filled eyes staring at your lips. "now,  angel, how about you try using this pretty little mouth?", soobin warmly whispered, his thumb caressing your bottom lips. you nodded, opening your mouth just slightly to suck on the digit, your lips wrapped prettily around it. fuck, even the sight of it almost have him busting a nut.

soobin groaned before tugging you up by your hair before settling you down under him. "i think that's gonna have to wait another day, angel. don't you think so?", the question already having an obvious answer. you whined before clamping your thighs together, eager for some friction, your movements doesn't go unnoticed by the man above you.

his hands came down to caress your thigh, causing small moans to erupt from your throat. "what is it that you want, angel?", soobin coaxed, his eyes full of amusement as he watched you squirm from his simple touches. "please, binnie. just do anything, i need you, please", you whined, your hands gripping his shirts and your innocent eyes, oh the eyes that he loved so much, now brimming with lust and tears, pratically begging for his touch.

"mhmm such a good girl for me, you're doing so good for me, y/n, and good girls get rewarded. always remember that, always", soobin praised you, his lips hovering over yours before letting pearly beads of saliva fall past his lips, covering your busted ones.

a/n: hmmmmmm i am quite satisfied with this actually and it actually came out longer than what i intended hdkspqpqps it could've been longer but my mind cant handle too much of this– the brain rot is slowly making me dizzy hahahahahah aaaand requests are open, loves! enjoy reading! <33

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