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chxncinth · 2 years

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darling

pairing: bf!sangyeon x fem!reader

genre: smut and fluff

warnings: not much honestly it’s pretty soft

description: it’s your 2nd anniversary with sangyeon and he treats you by making love to you and taking care of you during aftercare

requested: by @i-jungchan

words: 1.8k

notes: (not edited) this is my first nsfw work so please be patient with me! i swear i’ll write more works that are much better than this but in the meantime i hope you enjoy!

“dinner was lovely honey,” he said as he continued kissing your neck.

you giggled softly as he kissed a ticklish spot and sangyeon’s heart swelled with love. it was your 2nd anniversary and you had just returned from a lovely dinner date.

now you were simply dancing together in your living room, basking in each other’s presence.

turning around, you placed your arms around sangyeon’s neck, pressing a chaste kiss on his lips.

“i love you yeonie.” pure adoration shined in your eyes as you looked at your boyfriend.

sangyeon blushed slightly as he said it back to you, immediately moving to continue kissing you.

the kiss slowly shifted from soft and sweet to passionate as the two of you stumbled to your shared bedroom. sangyeon removed his blazer and tie but continued kissing and biting your lips until they swelled up. you simply let him abuse your lips, enjoying the feeling too much to complain about the slight pain.

sangyeon helped you slip your dress off, leaving you in simple white lace lingerie as he sat you down on the edge of your bed. he kissed down your neck, sucking at your sensitive spot that he had memorized by now.

you whimpered slightly at the feeling, squeezing his shoulders slightly.

“sangyeon…”

“let me take care of you y/n. you’re nothing but perfect for me all the time and now i want to reward you.”

you smiled softly at his words, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to the top of his nose.

“being with you is enough of a reward sangyeon. but if you really do want to treat me, i think taking your shirt off would be a lovely first step,” you said as you started to slowly work your way through the buttons on his shirt.

smiling back at you, sangyeon nodded as he helped you quickly and took off his belt.

his body pushed you back down onto the mattress, hot lips trailing down the valley between your breasts and further down to your stomach. threading your fingers through his hair, you let out a breathy whimper as he licked and sucked in the most heavenly ways.

“i think you bra should come off now princess.”

you agreed and easily unhooked and discarded the flimsy lace material, highly anticipating the affection that your boyfriend would show to his favorite part of you.

“you’re a work of art darling.” each word was punctuated with a kiss or suck on your chest, making your eyes roll back at the pleasure. your chest had always been your sensitive area.

“sangyeon please… ha… i need you now please,” you whined as you sat up and pulled his pants and boxers down in one go while sangyeon kicked them off the bed.

his cock was an angry shade of red, precum beading at the tip. the mere sight of it made you start to salivate since it had been far too long that you hadn’t had him in your mouth.

“can i suck you off?” you purposefully made your eyes seem bigger, peering up at him through your lashes because you knew the effect that you had on him.

sangyeon groaned at your expression but he held his resolve that today was for him to please you, not the other way around.

“i’m going to eat you out and make love to you baby. how does that sound? you can suck me off tomorrow if you really want to.”

you nodded your head dumbly like a puppy. your eagerness drew a laugh from your boyfriend and he kissed you because of how cute you looked at that moment, so excited for his lips and cock.

he pushed you back down as he continued kissing you, arms slowly brushing down your body as he traced you, wanting to savor this moment.

“panties on or off?”

“off please love,” you said, opening your eyes and looking at him with a smile on your face. you had really hit the jackpot in finding a romantic partner.

“god, you’re so beautiful sweetheart,” he said while he moved down to remove your panties. he pressed kisses onto the soft flesh inside your thigh, sucking a bit to leave a mark.

you started to whimper as you felt his breath ghosting right over your core.

“sangyeon…please—“ your plead was cut with a moan that erupted from you as he finally attached his lips onto your clit after licking a strip down your folds. sucking with the perfect amount of pressure, he reduced you into a writhing mess.

“h-ha baby… mmh! ohhh that feels amazing love!”

sangyeon chuckled at your exclamations, the vibrations shooting straight up your back and causing you to moan even more at the pleasurable sensation.

he started to pump his tongue into your hole, bringing a hand up to massage your clit. you also started to trace your nipples and the overload of pleasure had you on the edge of your orgasm in a second. you screeched when he simply sped up.

“sangyeon! i’m going to come—“

“then come for me.”

as if he placed a spell on you, you came instantly with a broken moan, your orgasm came crashing down on you in waves and sangyeon kept his fingers rubbing your clit, working you through your high.

you were panting as you stared down at sangyeon licking up your cum.

“you taste heavenly sweetheart,” he said as he came back up to kiss your lips sweetly. you could taste yourself on his lips and although you used to hate it at the beginning of your relationship, you had come to start liking how he kissed you after eating you out.

“c-can i have your cock now?”

sangyeon looked down at your eyes, making sure that you were ready for him to enter you before he nodded, knowing how much you enjoyed being fucked right after cumming.

he lined his dick up to your hole and pushed in slowly, groaning at how warm you felt around him.

you started to whimper again at the stretch, never able to get used to how well he filled you up. your arm came up to rest on his bicep and he waited a bit until you nodded to bottom out.

a gasp came out of your lips at how full you felt. you had missed this feeling and to be honest you wished that you felt this full constantly. sangyeon’s cock was just perfect like that.

“y-you can move love,” you said as your arm rested on his cheek now, leaning in to press a kiss on his lips.

he started to move slowly, pulling out to thrust in deeply and hit your g-spot dead on. your eyes rolled back into your head at how good he felt in you.

“faster please…”

“anything for you baby.”

sangyeon increased his pace, smiling at how you never failed to be so polite even though you were far gone.

he started to trace a finger down your side as he continued to thrust into you. you gasped when his finger went down to rub at your clit which was already sensitive from before.

“mmhh….”

“you’re amazing baby. look at you, you’re so pretty. all undone and just for me.”

you let out a high-pitched whine at his words. you loved being sangyeon’s and the way he took care of you and fucked you compared to no one else in the world because there was no way someone else could ever know you so well.

“baby… i’m gonna cum again… ohh,” you moaned out, tangling your fingers in his hair as you kissed him fiercely.

“mmh me too.”

he continued to fuck you as you came, him following soon after.

he collapsed on top of you, the both of you catching your breath. you combed your fingers through his hair until the feeling of both of your cum inside you started to feel slightly uncomfortable.

“can you pull out baby?” you asked softly.

sangyeon nodded and did so before he leaned to cup your face sweetly.

“i really love you sweetheart. happy anniversary.”

you smiled back at him.

“i love you more honey and happy anniversary.”

he got off the bed and picked you up, placing you down in the shower. he started the shower and the both of you cleaned up quickly, wanting to quickly get out so you could do what you usually did after having sex: watch a movie.

by the time you dried your hair and came out, sangyeon changed the sheets and set up the tv for the two of you. he had even thought to grab a bottle of your favorite wine.

you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply as you hoped you could show him how much he meant to you.

he kissed back with the same amount of passion until you pulled away to catch your breath, resting your foreheads against each other.

“rom-com or horror tonight?”

your face lit up as you happily chose horror, knowing fully well that you could barely handle it.

sangyeon chuckled as you threw yourself onto the bed, snuggling up under the blankets and patting the space next to you so he would join.

he passed the remote to you and you put on a random movie that caught your attention. you set the remote down and cuddled into your boyfriend's chest, his arms coming to wrap around you as an instinct.

around 40 minutes into the movie, you noticed that sangyeon had dozed off but you were still wide awake, the demon on the screen doing no part in helping you relax.

you yelped softly at the scene, trying your best not to wake up sangyeon but sadly he still did.

“what’s wrong baby?” he asked groggily, squinting slightly to stare at the tv before looking down to your head buried in his chest.

“it’s just a bit scary…”

sangyeon blinked blankly a few times before he started to laugh, you smacking his chest in embarrassment.

“it’s not funny love!”

“but it is! you absolutely love horror movies but you can never stand the actual horror part!”

you pouted and wiggled out of his grip, turning away from him and sulking.

sangyeon stopped laughing but still sported a smile on his face as he turned over to spoon you, pressing kisses onto your neck.

“ok, ok, it’s not funny. you know those movies are fake right? don’t worry about it darling. anyways i’m here to protect you if anything ever happens.”

you smiled softly.

“really?”

“really.”

you turned around quickly, wrapping your arms around him and burying your head into his chest again.

“ok.”

“i love you baby, good night.”

#the boyz #the boyz smut #sangyeon #sangyeon smut #the boyz sangyeon #the boyz sangyeon smut #smut #sangyeon aftercare

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dazaiscum · 2 years

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I can't help but think of a scenario full of angst. Like, let's say the reader has been with Chuuya through a lot, been there when everyone left, was ready to drop everything when everyone made him the second choice. But the reader is quite unreachable at the same time because she's been into a relationship for as long as Chuuya can remember (bonus points if the reader is a bit older than him and very infliential in PM) and he quite had the crush on her for a long time. But the reader has a big fight with their s/o ("Oh, how ironic, You can't stand when I'm holding the gun, But baby, you drew first blood, The way you cursed us and then you had the nerve to call it love") and it's messy but they end up together? I hope it makes sense.

(again, I ENJOY YOUR WRITING TOO MUCH, YOU GOT ME ADDICTED, IT'S UNFAIR)

There for me

A/n note: I'm so glad you liked my writing, you always make my day! Im opening my requests so feel free to send in asks! ❤

Warnings: Cussing

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Chuuya and you were very close. You were there for him when he needed you the most and he was there at your doorstep when you were in need of comfort.

Chuuya was grateful for you. He was thankful when you managed his subordinates in his absence, he was thankful when you handled Mori when he was in a bad mood, he was thankful when you stood up for him while everyone else made him the inferior.

Chuuya had a crush on you ever since he could remember but couldn't confess since you had a boyfriend.

It was safe to say that Chuuya hated your boyfriend with a burning passion. He hated you he was so controlling, he hated how he disrespected you, he hated how he isolated you from him, hated how he was always jealous, hated how he held grudges against you and would dismiss them after any act of intimacy.

Most importantly he hated how you would run infront of his house, tears streaming down your face all because of him. And he hated how this was one of those nights.

You and your boyfriend got into a huge, messy fight a few hours ago which explained your presence infront of chuuya's house.

"Where are you going?"

"Out with Chuuya and the others"

"No you're not, get inside"

"Uh, yes I am."

"Y/n I said this before and I will say it again, Get. Back. Inside."

"I will repeate what I said again too. I am going out with Chuuya and my friends and no I won't get inside. I already haven't seen them in a week cause of you,"

"Why do you even wanna go out with him? What are you gonna do, suck him off? Didn't know you were such a slut!"

At this point tears were pricking at the corner of your eyes after remembering every rude thing your boyfriend had said to you within the span of a month and then it hit you.

He was toxic.

You remembered every single toxic communication you to had, you remembered the lack of support, the resentment, patterns of disrespect, dishonesty and negetive financial behavior.

"You know what? Fuck you! Chuuya was there for me every single time I needed! He made me the way way I am today! He made me regain my composure when it went down because of you!! So go fuck yourself 'cause Chuuya has been more of a boyfriend then you will ever be!!"

Just like that you left the house, slamming the door shut when you were leaving, tears gushing down your beautiful pools of e/c.

Out in the streets in midnight, you went to the only place that came to your mind, the place you called home since forever and fortunately that place happened to be Chuuya's residence.

There you were, on his porch, crying and in the state hated you to be.

As soon as he opened the door you engulfed him in a hug, melting in his arms.

"Y--Y/n what happened?!"

"Had a fight with bf/n." You answer him truthfully.

Chuuya's jaw clenches as he wraps his arms around your torso, returning your hug.

Angry. Chuuya felt angry. Angry at your boyfriend for making you cry and angry at himself for not confessing to you sooner.

He sat you on the couch, went in his kitchen to heat some left overs and bought them to you.

"Here, open your mouth"

"I can eat by myself Chu" You say softly as he smiles at the nickname.

"Just open your mouth y/n"

With a sigh you complied to what he said as he began feeding you.

After finishing your food you leaned against Chuuya. Heat reached his cheeks and his heart rate increased as he wrapped his arm around you.

Chuuya felt upset seeing you like that. He just couldn't see the person he loved all sad.

"Y/n I don't know if this is the right time but" he began, still unsure.

"I like you. No. I love you and I hate seeing you like this all because of him and-" he continued but you interrupted him by placing your lips on his.

You both kissed under the dim light illuminating from the moon, beside the T.V that no one payed attention, cursing yourselves for not realizing this sooner, knowing that this was love.

Because Chuuya was the one there for you from the start...

@kushinadragneel idk if you wanted reader to end up with Chuuya or her boyfriend. If you see any mistakes pls message me and I'll change the fic :)

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yunkiwii · 3 years

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—i miss you even when you're here—

pairing: bf!seungmin x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff, established relationship

wc: ~2.7k

warnings: feeling of abandonment, loneliness, stress, insecurities

⇢ requested by @leihey ♡ i hope this lives up to your expectations!

summary: for seven days y/n has been feeling lonely as her boyfriend spends all his time either at work or thinking about work.

You turn your alarm off without even looking at it, huffing before reaching your arm to the left side of the bed, and the way it lands straight out into the wrinkled sheets with a muffled sound confirms what you expected but still hoped wouldn't happen today - waking up alone.

For the past week Seungmin would get home late to a long asleep girlfriend at their shared bed, and a plate of cold food on the kitchen table. On the other hand, you would wake to an already empty bed and a faint memory of a forehead kiss, one you wondered if it were real or just a lucid dream.

For seven days you have spent your time either at work or alone at home, carefully thinking what meal would cheer up your boyfriend the most after a long stressful day at JYPE, missing the way he would always cut the onions because he knew you were more sensitive than him to the burning feeling in your eyes and would cry easily, missing how the kitchen always felt so small for the two of you to cook together, his hands constantly on your waist as a way to tell you to "scootch over", not wanting to interrupt his singing to tell you verbally.

For seven days you have been cooking alone, cooking for someone you didn't know would show up in time or not. And whenever he did - he didn't - being his presence merely physical, greeting kisses placed on your cheeks, lips and forehead in a mechanical way, a force of habit. For seven days your kitchen felt too big, too quiet and the onions made you cry more than usual.

At the eighth day you couldn't take it anymore, and when you heard the doorknob of your front door creaking, just as you were setting the table - for two -, you had to take three deep breaths, the words you had organized and planned out started to get mixed up in your brain, creating a mess you couldn't control anymore and so, as soon as you see Seungmin entering the kitchen you can only say three words, "I love you."

"I love you too, silly." he chuckles as his lips peck yours quickly, "Is that what you wanted to talk to me about so desperatly?", he waves his phone, referring to the text you sent him earlier. He didn't look annoyed at you for making him come home earlier than it was usual lately, but he still seemed off, and the bags under his eyes screamed "exhaustion" the same way the marks your tears left on your cheeks did too.

You watch him as he eats, unable to do so too yourself, the lump in your throat growing as you hear Seungmin's muffled voice thanking you for the meal with his mouth full and a light squeeze on your thigh. And you wondered if you were being unfair, if you were being selfish, because he was allowed to be stressed about his work, he was allowed to not be at his best all the time, and it wasn't his fault he had to stay until late at night at work. But it was his fault that he couldn't leave work when he got home, that he couldn't put his phone down and ask how your day was, to just take ten minutes of his day to just be with you, and you only. And you were allowed to miss him, miss his touch, miss the way he held you tightly at the end of the day while you watched the most random tv show together, because it wasn't the show that matter but each other's company.

And, without realizing it, you had already spilled all of this to him before the kitchen dropped dead silent again, and everything went blurry. You couldn't even see his face, not until his hands cupped your cheeks and his thumbs cleaned your tears as you mumbled quietly, "I'm sorry, I- I just miss you."

"But I'm right here (y/n)...", he pulls your chair closer until your knees touch, taking your hand in his while the other lifts your chin so your eyes meet, "Let's go on a date tomorrow, yeah? I'll get off earlier and pick you up. You'll wear that fancy outfit you've had in your wardrobe for ages, and I'll put on a nice suit and tie. What do you say?"

And in the eighth night you went to bed feeling a little warmer inside, his back turned to you didn't hurt as much now that your hand rested on his side and his shirt was worn by you. Knowing - hoping - that tomorrow will be better, you fall deep into dreamland as soon as you shut your eyes.

However, you couldn't help but to feel abandoned again when, hours later, a cold breeze hits your stomach and arms, making you mumble something in your sleep as you try to recover whatever was blocking that breeze before. One of your hands gets a grip of a soft fabric that seems too heavy to pull back down next to you, leaving your sleepy self whining for the owner of said fabric not to leave again.

"I will be back later, don't forget I'll pick you up for dinner. Go back to sleep now, (y/n)."

But how could you forget about dinner with him when, for the last eight days it was all you were longing for, and for the nineth day it was all you could think about?

Said day passed by slower than ever, an illusion caused by the clear anticipation you felt about the upcoming night. Anticipation addressed by your colleagues at work, who wondered what has sent your head into cloud 9 and your right leg into a fidgeting state, unable to stay still.

These same nervous actions continued at home, the funny feeling in your stomach resembling the very first date you had with Seungmin a few years ago, back when you were still a college student and he wasn't as busy as now. The same thoughts you had that day invading your restless mind again, "What if he doesn't like me (anymore)?", "What if he thinks I am (got) boring?", "What if my outfit doesn't fit?".

With that last thought you rush to your bedroom - but not without tripping on the first step of the staircase - to, in desperate clumsy movements, try out the said outfit you've been wanting to wear for so long, the one Seungmin got you for a "special date" months ago, one that never happened. But it did fit, it fitted better than ever and when you saw your reflection in the mirror even you fell in love with the person in front of you, the one doing little swirls with a stupid smile on her face, the person you doubted to be yourself. And, suddenly, you felt like everything would be alright, everything would go back to normal, maybe things would get even better than before, "there is no way he'll fall out of love for me when I look like this" was your first thought.

But he didn't even seem to notice your appearance, he didn't seem to notice you at all, he simply picked you up at the agreed time with a peck on your lips and one single rose in hand. All he did was drive you - in silence - to the fanciest restaurant in town, leave you alone at the table about three times to pick up the phone - "it's from work, I'm sorry" -, pay for both your meals and drive you back home.

And it took him to hear the quiet sobs you so hardly tried to keep in, while laying as far away as possible from him that you had to secure yourself from falling over the edge, to realize what he had been doing to you, to finally figure out how much he has been hurting you. And in that moment his sobs could be heard too. The realisation and guilt hit Seungmin like a truck and he couldn't move. He couldn't believe how he had let his stress and excessive work load affect you too. He couldn't believe he had reached a point to where he brought work home, one thing he had promised you he would never do. And his chest tights up a bit more when he realises you never got mad at him for breaking his promise, and breathing gets difficult when he faces you - your back.

"(Y/N)...", and your stomach drops five feet down at his cracked, low tone, and "I'm so sorry..." was all he could say before bursting into silent tears once more.

However, you were too hurt to face him, and the burn in your eyes increases when you feel the mattress sink behind you before a warm hand rests on your waist, but you don't push him away.

The nineth night was his the turning point, and Seungmin swore to your asleep self - and to himself - that the next morning would mark a new beginning.

And in the first morning you pretended to be asleep when his hand took a few strands of hair off your face, his lips barely touched your skin and his voice broke your heart, "see you later". And you held your breath until the bedroom door closed and stood still until the front door locked. But it took longer today, and in between these two moments you heard noise in the kitchen, and within a few minutes a nice smell made its way into your hiding place, as if it was trying to lure you to give in and face your boyfriend. But not even your grunting stomach stopped you from waiting to hear his car drive off to get up. And when you did, the curiosity took over you. He never cooks in the morning, and he never leaves this late. Something was changing after all.

Hence, in the first night, you shifted your body to face him when he quietly climbed in bed next to you, your left cheek pressed against your hands as a weak smile greeted the tired boy, "I appreciated the breakfast." Nevertheless, you didn't reach out to pinch his cheek the way you used to, though you had the urge to do so when his own lips drew a smile and his eyes got lost in his cheeks.

In the second morning you didn't pretend to be asleep and you didn't wait for the car to leave. In the second morning you sat at the kitchen table with Seungmin and, because he knew it would take you time to go back to him, he didn't force a conversation, he didn't force skinship, he merely held your hand and squeezed it lightly. And you knew he was trying, you knew he would try and wait until you were ready to trust him again, to give him your heart again.

Day by day you would slowly give him little pieces of you, by sharing the most small and insignificant stories of your day, by letting him hold your hand at night, by sharing earpods with him on the couch when you couldn't fall asleep, by letting him try and do all the things he shouldn't have stopped doing in the first place.

But it took you seven days and seven pieces to trust him with your heart again. Therefore, on the seventh day, as the the sunbeams peaked through the poorly closed shutters and reflected on Seungmin's bare shoulders, you couldn't help yourself from admiring him and, for the first time in seven days, you felt warm inside. The butterflies you used to feel the first times you woke up next to him were back, and were more annoying than ever.

You let yourself study all his features attentively, scanning all his perfect imperfections, letting yourself fall for him all over again - not that you think you ever fell out of love, but rather disconnected from it, and him.

He flinched and mumbled confused words, and you couldn't help but to smile and giggle softly at how silly your sleepy, drooling nonense-speaking boyfriend looked. This time, you gave in to the urge of pinching his cheek tenderly as to not wake him up, and you left your hand resting there as your thumb rubbed his soft skin.

As you were feeling your eyes becoming heavy again, your thumb stopped the movement and your hand slid down a bit. Your body relaxing more and more, until a ticklish feeling pulled you back to the "here and now", just to find Seungmin kissing the palm of your hand with his eyes still closed before pulling you closer to him, making you wince and giggle when his warm breath hit your ear and his raspy voice gave you his "good morning's".

He moved his body sloppily, hitting you with his elbow before comfortably positioning half of his body on top of yours, resting his head on the crook of your neck as he held you tightly by your waist, as if he were afraid you would run away.

"I missed you Seungmin, I missed you even when you were here." Your fingers got lost in his messy hair as you spoke, his grip on you grew tighter and you felt the tears peaking in the corner of your eyes. "You hurt me... and I thought about leaving you before you left me first."

For the first time you were letting him know how you truly felt, for the first time you were opening yourself up to him without any ounce of shame or fear. And this was your turning point. This was the moment you both knew you were back, ready to mend all the wrongs and the scattered pieces of your hearts that were left all around the house. "But everyone makes mistakes. And I know you have been trying, and-", Seungmin shifts his body once more, supporting himself with his hands as he is now hovering over you with his eyes locked in yours, a restless look in his face worried about what you would say next, and suddenly you feel shy, "What I mean to say is, I forgive you. I choose to stay and love you even if my mind won't let me believe that you love me back, I will trust you and your actions. So please don't let my mind trick me again, don't give it reasons to doubt your love for me unless you don't feel it anymore."

You pull his hair back waiting for a reaction, leaving your hand to rest behind his neck ready to pull him in for a kiss, the first real kiss in sixteen days. But you wait for what it feels to be an eternity, until he breaks the silence and mends the last piece of your heart when he reassures his love for you and vows to reassure you every single day until the rest of your lives.

And when you finally pull him in he loses balance and falls on top of you, his forehead hits your nose and just like that the house is filled up with laughter again, the onions don't make you cry anymore, the kitchen shrank and the fancy dates became late night movie marathons with you snuggled on Seungmin, or Seungmin snuggled on you, until you were far too tired to walk upstairs, leading to countless nights spent on the tiny couch and countless mornings with complaints about aching bodies but happy souls.

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paeony-li · 3 years

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putting the dumb little project aside, today i will be showing you a mod idea ive had in my mind for a while, regarding my two characters: FNF: Art of Music

before i start, id like to clarify that sadly this probably won't become a mod anytime soon due to my inexperience when it comes to music making and programing. i wish i could make this come true tho

the mod could start with a cutscene, similar to the hex mod's. i drew them to make things visually understandable, but ill still be explaing each of them

Boyfriend, at least in the mods, has gone thought a lot: he found himself rapping with several people that turned out to be pretty crazy. i dont think the real boyfriend would - well... first of all talk - or feel remorse for all the chaos he brought, but in this case he wants to find his reasons to why he loves rapping so much. Girlfriend suggests him to try a genre that surprisingly is important to rap: classical music. in hopes that this experience could help him out

She brings him to the theatre her parents used to take her to and that has recently reached its success again thanks to the new and young members. ever since their arrival, they started to allow guests to have one performance with them. GF's parents let her know in case she wanted to try it out - turns out this info was helpful for today

They head in the new members' office and ask to submit a request. However...

The one at the desk got told by his partner (more specifically girlfriend) not to be the one making important decisions, "or else..."

While that was true, she told Pierre not to make STUPID decisions and, knowing about BF, he didn't know what to say without her presence. Despite how insane this woman could be, he still loves her dearly - in fact, he likes to mock her sometimes

Viola doesn't care about rumors as long as the interested one asks them for help. so yeah, she pushes Pierre in order to stop him from his sentence and leads the way to the stage

PHASE 1-3

There are 4 songs, 3 of them already unlocked in free play. Each one of them has a different type of sonata: slow, allegro and fast and there won't be any significant pieces of dialogue, there will be included small praises just to give the player a break.

why does Viola have a satisfied danger icon? that's because this is not a battle, but rather a duet between BF's beeps and Viola's violin. Pierre also being the background music and GF there to assist.

after these phases, there's a big surprise...

PHASE 4(?!)

Pierre?! what is he doing!? why he is going to deliver a key part of classical music: Opera!

Honestly, this idea arrived yesterday so i didn't really plan a cutscene here. Let's say that what the theatre is also known for is how Pierre tends to be ridiculously entertaining and singing with BF could make an amazing finale.

Unlike Viola, he sees it more as a comedic competition on who can sing better. this not only is the hardest phase, but also the one that brings some insanity to the mod (just how i like it!)

with that said here's my mod idea, i really hope that one day ill be able to figure out how all of these things work. i think that editing BF and Pierres vocals, along with inventing songs where the violin and piano are the main melody could be the hardest thing to do. hope you enjoyed this concept!

#friday night funkin #fnf #fnf mod

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mulletcal · 4 years

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idk if you do smut but maybe an imagine where cal begs for a blowie to cool off steam and she gives him the best one he’s ever had and it’s so whiny and moaning lol v appreciative bf ya know?

hi love this is not only the first smut request i’ve gotten but this is my first time making an attempt at writing smut so welcome please don’t make fun of me if this is bad.

i also might change this slightly so that he’s not begging for it but maybe you’re just being a kind significant other and know just how to help him relax?

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Nothing was going right in Calum’s day - a string on his bass broke, a video that he had been filming for instagram deleted, and overall his head was killing him putting him in an even shittier mood.

You had been kind of avoiding him for the day, giving him the space he needed, bringing him Advil and water, and some food around the times of lunch and dinner.

Later in the evening, he had been sitting on the couch, not particularly focused on anything on the TV. It bummed you out that he was having such a shitty day that you couldn’t really improve - unless?

The idea came to your head, and you knew that there was the potential for Calum to get upset with you and call you insensitive, but you figured it was worth a shot.

Sitting down next to him, you draped your legs over his and began to run your fingers through his hair, “Hi baby, how’re you doin’?” You asked, pressing a light kiss to his cheek.

“M’okay, trying to just relax. Everything’s been so frustrating today,” He sighed, turning his face towards yours, “Sorry I’ve been a grump today.”

You couldn’t help but smile, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips, “It’s okay baby, you’ve had a long day.” Your lips began to trail down his neck, a soft hum of approval leaving his lips as you continued your kisses.

Lips never leaving his skin, you shifted slightly so you had room to slide down to your knees on the floor, Calum’s eyes following you as you went.

“Whatcha doin’ gorgeous?” Calum raised his eyebrows, already quite aware of what you were doing, but he wanted an answer anyways.

“Just trying to make my baby feel better is all,” your words were soft as you placed one final kiss to his stomach, hands reaching up to tug at the waistband of his basketball shorts.

Calum lifted his hips slightly so you could pull them down, his member already half-hard in anticipation of your actions. Smiling up at him, you wrapped your hand around his length and began to pump him slowly.

His small sighs and soft pleas only grew until you leaned forward so you could drag your tongue along the underside of his cock, Calum gasping softly above you.

“Baby, please,” he begged, his thumb brushing along your cheek. Cocking your head to the side, you pressed open mouthed kisses along his shaft until you finally got to the tip, your tongue circling it.

“What do you want, Cal?” You teased, your hand still moving as you spoke.

“Your mouth, please.” He was bordering on desperate now, and after the day he had you figured it’d be cruel of you to make him wait any longer. Licking your lips, you lowered your head once again, this time taking as much of him as you could into your mouth and using your hand to work the rest you couldn’t fit.

Calum was never a super talkative person in general, but you absolutely loved how vocal he would be sexually - always keen to let you know what he liked or didn’t, and always eager to hear the same so he could please you the way you wanted. As you bobbed your head up and down his length, breathy praises where being said to you, his fingers finding a home in your hair.

It didn’t take long before you felt his grip tightening in your hair, a soft murmur that he was close. At his admission, you worked your mouth all the way down until his tip hit the back of your throat, gagging slightly as you breathed through your nose.

Calum let out a soft whine, which drew a moan from your lips, the vibration going straight to him. His grip tightened on your hair, and you pulled back slightly, giving him some room as he hit his peak. You continued to work him through his orgasm, only pulling away when he collapsed back against the couch, panting softly.

After carefully cleaning up anything you may have missed, you pulled yourself back up onto the couch, fingers resuming their place in his hair. “Little better?” You teased, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Oh, much. But I should repay you later,” Calum chuckled, moving so he could fully lay his head in your lap.

Even though it wasn’t necessary, you knew you’d end up with an interesting wake up call the next morning.

tag list: @cals-wildflower @talkfastromance4 @softbabiestan @calum-uncrowned @wildflowerirwin @irwindoll @gosh-im-short @atlcalm @thesubtweeter @heavenisapeach @ridingcthood @loveroflrh @wokeupinjapanisabop

#calum hood smut #calum hood fanfic #i don't know if i hate this bc i wrote it or if it's actually just bad #pls be kind #Anonymous

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hey bb! 🌸 may i request a hq matchup? i would like to be matched with a male character please 🤗

i’m a 5’2 girl with medium, brown hair with highlights. my wardrobe & personal style are like bloomcore x ethereal aesthetics!!

i’m very girly and kind of high maintenance tbh 😳👉👈 but i maintain myself! as an enfj, i’m generally bubbly and cheerful– i like to maintain a chill, happy vibe so i’m more of an optimist too. i want to be that warm and kind friend you have (i’ll be there for you) 🤗 it’s easy for me to vibe with anyone so making friends is quite easy for me! especially if i am interested in that person (either platonically or romantically), i would def approach that person! i have my chaotic moments too!! so, even though i may look demure and all, my behavior can be wild. bite me, and i’ll definitely bite back rawr 😩💗 i’m also very affectionate to my friends, but most especially my crush/bf– i just like to show em my love for em aHHH tho my social battery drains pretty quickly (netflix and chill >>>> partying) tho i am still very open to new experiences as long as they are not extreme sports or anything too exhausting. i like to think of myself as a planner, but when i am already halfway through my plan, my spontaneous side really kicks in!! well, i guess that’s fun too! in my free days, i like traveling or going on road trips or just going to some place new 🤩 i like learning about diff things/places, as well as taking lotsa lotsa photos & videos that’s why i find the joy on going on adventures– no matter how random they may seem!! i’m also creative in a way that i really like aesthetic things/places, and i like to express my creativity through photo books, scrapbooks, and travel vlogs 🌸 lastly, i am very busy in school as i am in the honor roll (#hustle!!), so there are times when i’m just so stressed and would be the big baby 😩💗 my top 3 love languages are: physical touch + quality time + gifts. i have my bratty moments too i’m sorry 🥵 pls bare w me i will snap out of it in no time...

that’s all love! tysm xoxo 🥺💗💗

hello! thank you for the request! omg you are so pretty and your aesthetic is so beautiful ack- anyways, here’s your matchup!

i match you up with yamaguchi!

what first drew him to you was your heavenly aesthetic, and your bubbly personality. he thought you looked and acted like an angel, so he just had to get to know you better. he was a little nervous to start talking with you when you walked up to him, but your kindness quickly helped him warm up to, and he quickly started to develop a little crush on you.

since yamaguchi is pretty smart as well, you guys will always help each other with upcoming assignments and tests. i think yamaguchi would have really neat notes, and if he was borrowing yours, he would always leave little doodles and notes that say “you look cute today” or “good morning!” on the corners of the pages.

one of the first dates he took you on was to a local art fair, where you guys looked at the handmade products, tried to make a few at the interactive stands, took a ton of pictures, and showed each other things that remined each other of the other. yamaguchi bought you a golden ring that had a jeweled flower on it, and after you guys finished walking through the stands, you went to a local cafe to get drinks and snacks.

yamaguchi’s loves to link pinkies with you if you guys are walking together, and he does the little thing where he swings his arm, and your arm moves with him too and it’s so cute- but his absolute favorite form of physical affection is when he gives you forehead kisses or if you kiss him on the cheek.

he doesn’t really mind if you get a little annoyed after a long day of school, because he understands that everyone is prone to show emotions, so he is sure to give you space if you want it, or just be his normal affectionate self if you wanted that instead.

if you ever make him a scrapbook- he will be so flustered that he wouldn’t be able to function for a good 15 minutes. to this day it is one of his most prized possessions, and if he is ever missing you, he will look through the scrapbook and remember all of the good times you had with each other. he wants to learn how to make them as well, so he can return the favor and make you a scrapbook too.

yamaguchi also prefers to just vibe at home than go into overly social situations, so every couple of weeks you guys stay home and watch a movie while doing facemasks, talking about life, and attempting to bake something you or yams saw online. the baked goods usually don’t look the best, but they taste pretty good so you guys don’t really care and call it a success.

picnic. dates. you guys go to a local park and bring a blanket and some snacks and desserts you and yams picked up from a local supermarket (or you guys made them), and just spend the afternoon outside having a super aesthetic picnic. you and yamaguchi also do that tik tok trend where you use a wine glass to cut a cake and eat it from there, and he insists that it tastes better that way.

yamaguchi also knows how to make flower crowns, so if you guys are ever outside for a longer period of time, he will just make one because he wants to do something with his hands while he’s talking to you, and when he’s done he will give it to you and take pictures of you for your photo book. he is sure to shower you with compliments because he thinks the crown makes you look like a fairy princess.

overall, you guys are such a cute supportive couple, that are so nice to each other, and it’s obvious that both of you love each other very much. yams is so whipped for you, and he is never afraid to tell you as many times as he sees fit.

i hope you enjoyed!

#haikyuu #yamaguchi tadashi #haikyuu matchups #yamaguchi #haikyu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #yamaguchi headcanons #haikyu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #yamaguchi imagines #haikyu imagines #haikyu matchups

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redbootsthetimetraveller · 3 years

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I wanted to request the “OC dressed by other OC” things but you’ve got so many!!! And they’re all so cool!! Would you mind saying what some of your favourite ones’ styles are (i.e. mod, psychedelic, hippie, glam, etc.)?

Love your art❤️

oh I am always up to talk about my characters and thank you for sending this!! I appreciate these sorta things because it’s a nice message AND I get to talk about my characters which helps me actually figure them out lmao

and I know you’re asking for my favourites but that is subject to change and I want to talk about all of them. and I’m not entirely sure exactly what styles of dress they each come under but I’ll use the terms where I see fit, and I’ll just. ramble about their individual dress styles. that’s the same thing right!

this is gonna be long (spoiler alert: IT IS) so to keep things short for those who don’t want to scroll through a mile long post, I’ll put it under the cut

so I’m gonna start with the starstrucks because they ARE my like. main characters. I am planning something with them which is in its very early stages of development but I’m hoping that when things around me settle down I can work on it a bit better than what I have (but I procrastinate the things I WANT to do so we’ll see. feel free to nag me about it though)

roger claire: considering he’s like. the main-main character (not intended, that was meant to be snowy but HERE WE ARE) his outfits and style of dress changes a lot but also it’s not that creative for a lot of it. at the start he wears more mod clothing, but he’s not that daring since he is pretty cautious. he had a strict family. anyway around 1965 he starts getting a lot more daring and he’s definitely not an extravagant dresser he does know how to dress sharply despite that so you get things like his peacoat that I DEFINITELY didn’t copy directly from micky dolenz on the cover of more of the monkees, and that really heavily decorated overcoat that’s 18th-century inspired but also Groovy, y’know? that sorta thing carries over into the seventies where he pretty much wears shirts with the sleeves rolled up, light coloured trousers, and a few t-shirts because Variety™. haven’t really thought about beyond that but he’d probably dress like a cool dad

pete sutton: he’s got sensory issues so he’s even MORE cautious in dress style than roger. main thing is turtlenecks though. and a lot of purple. there’s a quote about ray davies being the kink most likely to wear a tie offstage and I think pete’s the starstrucks’ equivalent

snowy smith: he’s got the most defined wardrobe out of the lot of them! black-and-blue striped jumper, a black peacoat, blue jeans, blue-green shirts, his leather jacket (which has blue-violet stripes on it so it’s unique from the million other jackets I draw) since he’s definitely on the rocker side of things and cuban-heeled beatle boots he doesn’t need since he’s already 6′1

charlie morris: REALLY mod. at the start of the story he has a collarless jacket with pink trimmings. his colours are yellow and green but I also always end up drawing him in red

davey peacock: mod, but the mod that your parents approve of. does get a bit more adventurous when his uncle, the manager, gets fired, and I gave him a union jack jacket like pete townshend had at some point lol. he also gives hippie clothing a shot around 1968 and in the eighties he has a mullet and not a good one

rory locking: SO MUCH ORANGE. aviator sunglasses, collared shirts with the first two buttons undone, his kinda short jacket that’s plasticky leather with a fluffy lining (those style jackets have a particular name don’t they? I can’t remember it) but like. there’s so much orange. why did I do that my markers are dying

mick lily: light was denim. that’s about it.

next we have the midnight delusions

jimmy jade: scarves. he has a gold embroidered black suit that I’ve drawn a couple of times and ALWAYS regret it because OW, pink, and a lot of black

teddy van alst: he has a leather jacket. wears interesting trousers and really plain shirts typically. he’s the one with the cool glam makeup even though it’s 1966 and glam isn’t exactly a thing yet. he’s a rocker though

arthur floyd: has a leather jacket like his bf teddy! it has roses embroidered on it. he has a rose sorta aesthetic going on, along with the blue-and-gold star outfit that I drew him in a couple of times. he’s sort of a carnaby street mod if that’s a thing lol

lucky littleproud: gonna be real with you he’s boring he wears colourful shirts and trousers that’s about it. I haven’t worked on him much :(

peter morrison: between hippie and mod. definitely more on the hippie side compared to his sibling

stevie maple (counting him here even though he kinda isn’t a Member): textured shirts, he’s more of an american mod. considering he IS american (unfortunately)

all of those side characters I have absolutely no idea how to group but are part of the same story as those two bands:

sylvia chase: mod, but she also doesn’t put much effort into her appearance. that’s the best way to describe her style

holly keys: she’s a model so literally whatever is the ‘hottest’ trend

james cassidy-bell: he dresses like brian jones in the early-mid sixties

katherine robinson: mod, and then the most avant-garde things she can find if she’s going in public. and a lot of red lipstick (that’s her Thing)

morgan morrison: MOD but also like that sorta soft aesthetic thing that was popular in like. 2017. because why not am I right

christopher goldstein: he is also a model but I draw him in really dandy-ish stuff a lot. him and jimmy sorta have a prep/goth dynamic going on

and that’s about it for the characters who really are gonna appear often enough to bother describing their dress styles! moving on now

keith neptune: band tshirts and anything with patches on it.

nico (haven’t come up with his surname yet, if y’all have suggestions I’ll take it): baggy jeans, sneakers, baggy tshirts, and has a denim vest with patches on it but Different types of patches to keith. if keith has the sorta etsy partches nico has ‘I pickpocketed these from a bikey who hasn’t showered in a month from a servo in the middle of nowhere’ patches

grey: they have a brow leather jacket that I think was inspired by jim morrison, a stamp out the beatles jumper, and a really big and motheaten black woolen jumper which they wear with beatle-boots, a white collared shirt, and like. not black jeans but very desaturated blue jeans that happen to be very dark

jude anne sutton (yes I know she and pete have the same surname they’re not related they’re in different universes): mod. enough said

rene shannon: mod but boring. he’s Repressed y’know

leslie (I’m gonna change her surname lol): honestly mainly shift dresses and that one really simple black-and-white dress, and their ripoff black watch tartan jacket, and tall boots.

danny: honestly? he dresses like a mod but at heart he’s a rocker. he’s a rocker who washes

that One character I won’t name: it’s complicated. he goes from trying to be a teddy boy with the rest of his friends and then it goes a little wrong and they fight about it and then they discover early rocker culture and he sticks with that for a while and then starts dabbling in more mod stuff and then DEFINITELY his style changes into the dandy stuff of the middle of the sixties. you know the stuff I’m talking about. and then he’s a hippie for about two seconds and goes back to dandy stuff but throws a few of his old rocker pieces back in. THEN he has a breakdown and fucks off to america for three years (returning home like twice for two days before fucking off again) where he’s got a peacoat, his old leather jacket, a turtleneck, a few shirts, and two pairs of jeans. that’s it. for three years. and workboots obviously because he’s trainhopping. I have that part very worked out as you can tell!

harper (character I have sketched exactly Once but have his style very sorted out): he starts off pretending to be a teddy boy in the way that a fifteen-year-old with a highly overprotective and lowkey horrible mother would probably be. he is also kinda Broke for that exact reason. and then he and the above character get into more rocker stuff and that’s probably where the two drift apart and where rene/jude/leslie/whoever else I may come up with would come in

anyway!!! I think that’s every character I have a defined style for. some of it’s a little hard to explain but I hope this cleared things up. I have also had a migraine for most of today so my ability to use words is extra impaired lmao!

and I’m so sorry for just. rambling. but I do have a lot of characters and I love them all so much and I’m so happy you like them too!!!

#ocs #oc band #ask/#text/#I warn you. it's a Lot #and thank you I needed the excuse to just TALK about them and ik it's not what you asked for exactly but it's something right????#but like. I dunno if I know things well enough to say definitively 'that character is a mod and that one's a rocker' and if they even FIT s #because as you can tell if you're reading this some of them have less of a neat square box of fashion they fit in and more a colour or a pa #particular article of clothing #this post made my browser crash. oops

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hamonsurveysoverdrive · 3 years

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Militant

Do you believe in ghosts? No. Do you stay friends with your ex's? Drew and I are cool, but I wouldn't say we're friends. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight? No. Do you have a secret that no one knows but you? Not that I can think of. What's the one thing on your mind now? My stomach hurts. Are you stubborn? Absolutely. Is there anyone who you think you deserve an apology from? No. How tall are you? 5’6”. What was the longest time you've liked someone? -shrug- How often do you give out second chances? Way too often. Ever wanted to give up on someone? Sure. Where did you get the shirt you're wearing? Target. Who made you mad today? No one, really. Is there a difference between love and in love? Sure. What's something that bothers you about girls? Nothing, girls are amazing. Are there any stressful situations in your life? Of course. What were the best days of the week so far? It's only Sunday lol Did anything cute happen today? Not really Is tomorrow going to be a good day? Eh. Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants or pajama pants? Jeans. Is your room ever clean? Rarely. Who was the last girl in your room? ...Me. What are you excited for? Tax return. Last male to text you? Justin. What was your last thought before you went to sleep last night? Probably Justin. How long was your last phone conversation you had? Idk, not looking. What is the last thing you drank today? Water. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? Everyone is asleep lol Who was the last person you took a picture with? Probably Justin Anything happen to you in the past month that made you really mad? Sure. Do you have any bruises on you? No. Are you ticklish? Yes. Did you reject or accept your last friend request? Neither, I'ma let it sit there and fester lol Would you prefer a kiss on the cheek or neck? Cheek Are you a morning person, or a night person? Night. Is there anything on your feet right now? Socks. Any changes in appearance lately? I gained some weight lol Do you know anyone who would just drop everything to come see you? No. Where was your last hug? At Kelsi's house. Who are all your text messages from? Naw. Are you missing anyone? Yes. Who was the last person to call you babe or baby? Justin. How old will you be in 2021? I will turn 33 in November. How many people do you trust with everything? None. Is there anyone you want to come see you? Sure. Were you smiling in the last picture taken of you? Sure. What woke you up this morning? I didn't wake up until 4 pm. Who do you miss right now? Renee, Heath, and my nephews. Does the last person you kissed have any importance in your life? Yes, I love him. Are you currently looking forward to anything? My tax return. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to? Yes. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for? No. How many arguments have you had with the last person you kissed? A lot. What are your plans for this weekend? Celebrating my dad & step-dad's birthdays (yeah, I know), and celebrating Valentine's Day with my man. How many pregnant people do you know? Uhm. I think Laurissa is pregnant again, and Laurie. I feel like that's it?? Is there someone you will never forget? Unless I get Alzheimer's. So, the person you like, their name starts with an M, right? No, but his middle name does. This past October, what was your love life like? Good :) Are all guys players and cheaters? Ugh, no. Would you be surprised if your parents had another baby together? Yes, since they're divorced and my mom is tied up. Do you actually care about other's problems? Sure? The person you like texts you at 4am saying "come outside" what do you do? ...Go outside. What's the first thing that pops into your head when you think about last summer? Quarantine lol Your running the streets drunk and naked, who are you with? No one, because no one would be hanging out with me if I started drinking again. Do you remember the first time you kissed, the last person you kissed? Yes. Where is the person you miss the MOST right now? In Alabama. Is there any chance you will kiss the person you have feelings for? Yes, we're together. Do you know if anyone likes you? My bf does. Have you ever made a boyfriend or girlfriend cry? Yes. Who was the last person to play with your hair? Myself. What was the last movie you watched? Uh, I think it was Goodfellas still. Do you remember who you had feelings for December 2009? ...I think I was dating Matt? Are you going to get hurt anytime soon? I don't know? This time last year, were you single? Yes. Whose hoodie did you wear last? My own. Have you ever gotten a teddy bear from someone? Yessss. Who was the last person you texted? Justin. Is there that one guy/girl that you'll always have feelings for no matter what? Yes, it's Justin. Did you text someone until you fell asleep last night? No, I didn't go to bed until 7 am.

#survey #surveys

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hardyimagines · 5 years

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Welcome To The Family

Hey, I have never requested a story before , not sure how to ask. But how about Tom Hardy (himself) is my bf and I am bringing him home to meet my family and my father is very aggressive because tom is too old for me. Then he makes himself love especially to my mother and little sister. Aaand he spends the night in our house, we may do some dirty things. Thank you in advance :)

Warnings: little bit of sexxx

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“Will you just be kind to him? You never approve of anyone that I’m seeing?” Your voice was soft, already defeated. Today meant everything to you and you were sure that it would somehow be ruined. Laying your palms out flat on the folded white napkins that were set out on the table, you ensured that none of them contained any wrinkles before you turned on your heel and moved into the kitchen to join your mother. Your father remained seated at the table. He wore a look of distaste. He didn’t think you should be dating anyone at such a young age. You were in your mid-twenties, so he thought this was the perfect time to focus on your career, your studies and education, not on a man.

“Dad doesn’t get it, honey.. you have to be patient. He’ll come around eventually.” Your mother, Amy, told you quietly as she watched you from her peripheral. You hauled open one of the wooden cabinets and dragged out a stack of dishes. Some of the glasses were marked with prints, decorated with flowers, pink, purple, and green or animals ranging from panda’s to puppy’s. You set the dog one to the side and decided that that one would be Tom’s. He was the biggest dog lover you knew. You were silent following your mother’s words. You understood that your father didn’t want his little girl to grow up, but he didn’t have to treat the situation like it was the end of the world. You wanted him to like Tom, or at least pretend like he did. You didn’t want your boyfriend to feel like an outsider. A heavy sigh left your lips, the only sign that told your mother you heard what she said. The freshly swept floor gleamed beneath your sock-covered feet as you made your way back into the dining room. Setting a dish down in front of each chair, you gave your father the plate that was decorated with the owl.

“I want the dog one.” He told you firmly before ushering toward the dish at the opposite end of the table. Your eyes narrowed for only a second before you shook your head.

“No, I’m giving that one to Tom. He’s a huge dog-lover, dad. You have the owl one.” Your hand brushed along the back of his seat as you passed and when you did, you lifted the dog plate protectively, ensuring that your boyfriend would be the one to use it. Nervously making your way back into the kitchen to help your mother finish up with dinner, you finally spoke up to her. “If dad starts acting.. really rude, we’re just going to leave. I’m warning you now. Tom deserves the world and im just a small part of that. I don’t want dad’s big mouth or rude words ruining anything.” Your hip pressed into the counter as you turned to face the woman. You’d been dating Tom for three years, but nobody in your household knew that apart from your younger sister. Everyone else just assumed that since you were just now introducing him, you’d only recently begun dating. “I love him.” You whispered. The knife in your mother’s hands ceased its movements. Her brown eyes twinkled with concern before she looked toward you. It wasn’t her place to tell you not to love. She couldn’t protect you from heartbreak, she could only console you afterward. The conversation came to an abrupt end when the doorbell sounded. There was no time to worry about the nerves that suddenly made themselves present in your stomach — no time at all. You needed to get to the door before your dad did.

Tom stood on the porch with a bouqet of flowers clutched in his palm. The lively green stems were moist from having only recently been taken out of the jug of water he’d brought along on the journey. The plant water was tucked away in his car, blooming beauties in his hand seemingly more captivating since he’d allowed them to drink their water. He smiled lazily before lifting his gaze to the door when the brown wood swung open. His blue eyes glistened excitedly before running along your small form. You were dressed down in some jeans and one of his old shirts. The thing was too small for him, but it fit you nicely. A little oversized, but you still looked breathtaking. So casual, yet so very beautiful. He took a small step forward, sneakers scuffing against the porch step as he lifted himself on to the main deck. He towered over you more so now. The fluffy socks you wore were hardly enough protection from the cold porch you stood on. A little shiver ran along your spine as your boyfriend moved even closer, but you were sure that wasn’t from the chilly outdoors, just from the proximity of the handsome man. Your small palm lifted to press against his cheek, gentle fingers grazing the facial hair that lined his cheeks, jaw, and chin. He didn’t have much time to greet you before you leaned in and pressed your lips against his own. He supposed this counted as a greeting as well.

“Hands off her, boy, or we are going to have problems before you even make it into the house.” Your father’s deep voice invaded the perfect bubble you and Tom had created. Your lips were left alone when the man in your arms shrunk back. He resembled a shy child — one side of him you hadn’t seen much of before.

“My apologies.” Tom spoke softly before extending his arm. He smiled down at you before discreetly winking as you took hold of the pretty bouquet. Despite what your father had said, you leaned up and kissed your boyfriend again before taking his hand and leading him inside.

“Thank you for the flowers, baby, they’re beautiful.” You told him as you led him inside. He halted in the door so that he could remove his shoes, kicking the things softly before he turned toward you. Your light eyes fell to the socks he wore. Of course they would be Venom. An amused giggle left your lips before you looked toward your dad. Now that you were tucked away inside the warmth of the house, you could properly introduce the two. “Tom, this is my dad. Dad, this is Tom.” Your eyes squinted toward your father when you sensed how uninterested he looked.

“Hank.” Your father corrected. “Don’t call me dad.” His hands were pushed deep into his pockets, not twitching in the slightest. He made no movement to shake the actor’s hand or even smile. “You don’t look like you’re in your twenties.” He declared before scanning the man at your side. “You’re far too old for my girl, aren’t you. You’ve got to be in your thirties, if not fourties.” You rolled your eyes at his words before shaking your head. The annoyance in your stomach was coming to life. Did all dad’s act like this? So disapproving the second they looked at their guest. The floorboards creaked beneath the moving weight as you made your way down the hall and toward the kitchen to avoid this conversation. Age wasn’t important. Tom was hot on your heels, not letting you get even an inch away from him.

Your mother glanced over her shoulder at your loud steps and then sudden appearance. Her soft eyes locked on to Tom’s and she politely spun around to speak to him. “You must be Tom?” Her eyes were so warm and inviting. She dried her wet hands off on the dry rag that resided on the counter before making her way toward him. Her arms locked around him in a secure embrace before she drew back. “It’s lovely to meet you.” Her hand pat his arm before she looked to you. “You did good.” Her voice quietened significantly, as if Tom wouldn’t hear her sly compliment. “Oh- do you need a vase, honey?”

“Yes.” You uttered before moving to the cabinet beneath the microwave. A twinge of delight fluttered in your tummy as she instantly gave her approval over, but it didn’t cheer you up fully because the grumpy man in the dining room could still ruin the night by bashing on Tom for god knew what. Dragging the cabinet open, you pinched a large glass container and lifted it into the sink so you could fill it halfway with water. The flowers were then set inside their new home, fitting perfectly. You set the vase on the windowsill so the dying sun in the distance could warm the petals before it went to sleep for the night. Tom loomed behind you, large palm lifting so he could cradle your hip. He could tell you were already becoming frustrated.

“Babe?” He drew you backward and toward him. “It’s alright, yeah?” His voice was soft against your ear, hot breaths easing the building anger. You turned around to face him before lifting your small hands to his arms. Your thumbs traced his tattoos before you leaned in and embraced him completely. “I‘m not worried about what he thinks of me, remember that.” He enveloped your cheeks with his warm hands before drawing you in for a gentle kiss. Your mother had a hard time hiding her smile, so she lifted the first tray of food and moved into the dining room.

“Do me a favor..” You drew back from the kiss so you could look up at him. “When my dad tells you not to do something, don’t listen. I know you want to do good by him and impress him and all that, but if I want to hold your hand or kiss you, I’m gonna, so I want you to do the same.” The man stared down at you with a soft smile before nodding his head. He looped his arm around your shoulders and gently tugged you forward.

“Don’t worry that pretty little head, hm?” He pressed his nose against your cheek before smiling. “It’ll be fine.” He assured you with a soft peck to your skin. His mouth was repeatedly pressing to your cheek, gliding along your flesh. Little giggles left your lips, sounds of enjoyment but also quiet begs for him to cease his endless affection because it tickled.

“Who’s he?” A sudden voice piped up from the corner. You stiffened in your boyfriend’s arms before slowly looking over your shoulder. Eyeing your younger sister, you bit your cheek before turning around to face her.

“El, this is Tom. Remember, my boyfriend?” The little girl in the doorway smiled. She had two missing front teeth and a pair of glasses set low on the bridge of her nose. She couldn’t have been more than eight, he thought. Her hair was done up in pigtails and her eyes were a brighter shade of blue than Tom’s. She set her hands sassily on her hips, before tugging her jeans up and then stepping forward.

“Is your real name Tom?” She inquired. Climbing up on to one of the bar stools, she knelt on the tan cushion and fixed him with an accusing glare.

“Is your real name El?” He flipped the question around and leaned against the counter. His blue eyes glistened with amusement as they slid between her own.

“No, my name’s Elouise, but everyone calls me Ellie or El.” She stated matter of factly before fixing him with an impatient look.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He slunk forward so he could set his elbows on the counter she was stood at. “Tom’s not my real name..” He started, but you stepped up and cut him off before he could finish.

“Ellie, remember that movie I showed you the other night.” Your fingertips lazily traced the length of your boyfriend’s muscular back. “Mad Max, remember?” The child on the stool briefly looked toward you before nodding her head in response. “Mh, well, this..” Your hand stilled at the top of his spine, delicately residing there. “is Max.”

The little girl didn’t really understand the difference between people in movies and people in real life. She figured they were just made up, but the longer she looked at the man in her kitchen, she could see the resemblance. “So you’re on tv?” Her eyes lit up. She wanted to be an actress when she was older. “I wanna be there too- on tv, in the movies!”

The conversation in the kitchen could be heard in the living room. Your mother wore a fascinated smile, shocked that the boy in the kitchen had been able to strike up a conversation with her youngest baby so quickly. Elouise was typically shy, quiet, and kept to herself. Your father on the other hand was gripping his cutlery so hard, the silver was nestling itself deeper and deeper into his tender flesh before he let the silverware topple noisily down on his glass plate. Your mother looked to him instantly with a warning glare, one that told him to just behave for once!

Tom looked in the direction of the loud sound and you were soon to do the same. Lowering your hand, you squeezed his fingers before helping Ellie off of the stool. “Come on, munchkin, wash your hands and then let’s have some dinner.” You told your younger sister softly before moving around the island in the center of the room. Retrieving the basket of bread, you grabbed ahold of Tom’s hand and led him through the corridor and across to the dining room. Ushering toward the puppy plate, now set out so that he could have it, you took the seat beside him and set the bowl of bread down in the middle so everyone could have a piece or two.

Elouise came bounding into the room with soaked hands and warm eyes. Her smile was bright and contagious, wide enough to draw at least a twitch of the lips from every occupant of the table. Your hand lowered beneath said table, finding your boyfriends knee swiftly so you could squeeze some comfort into him if he needed any throughout the dinner. He looked in your direction briefly, instantly captivated by the smile that resided on your pink lips.

Your mother could see it, plain as day, how infatuated with one another you were. Your father saw it too and it sickened him. A man could fake those feelings until he’d well and truly used his selected victim and then could move on to the next. Especially a man like the one sitting at his dining table. He was older, mature, he knew what he was doing — what he was capable of. He preyed on the young. But little did your father know, Tom had no intentions of dating you when the pair of you’d met. It was accidental to fall in love.

“So,” Your mother was the first to speak. “do we get to hear the story of how you two met?” Her question was soft as she began to dish out the meal residing in the middle of the table. The silver dishes were sat in a straight line, potatoes tucked away inside one bowl, macaroni in another. A loaf of bread doused in garlic and butter was situated closest to your father and in the center of the table, a tray of chicken and fish. Amy fixed her plate and Elouise’s, green eyes gliding to your father every now and then when he made no movement to fix his own plate. He was too focused on the expressions you and Tom were wearing, so giddy and gleaming from nothing in particular. He squinted. He had no interest in hearing how the pair of you met. You slumped across the table, fingertips grazing the bowl of potatoes, struggling to actually grab ahold of it. Tom watched you momentarily with a lazy smirk, amusement evident in his gaze, before he leaned over and with his much longer arm gripped the potato bowl. Handing it to you so that you could get what you wanted from it, he tilted his head when you dropped two on to his plate. He rewarded your need to help fix his plate with a kiss to the forehead before he placed the bowl back in its rightful spot in front of Elouise.

“We met when he was filming ‘Legend’.” You told your mother quietly. Your father had absolutely no idea what the names of any movies were — he was clueless. Your mother on the other hand, she should’ve taken up a career in movie critiquing. She’d seen every movie on earth it seemed like, for the second you said the name of the film, she cleared her throat in confusion. That movie had come out ages ago. Her eyes latched on to your own, silently examining you. You nodded once to answer her silent question of ‘have you really been seeing this man for that long’ and when she looked back to Tom, it hit her like a truck that this was in fact the actor who’d starred as the Kray Twins. She straightened. He hadn’t looked familiar before despite the fact that she had seen plenty of his films, but he certainly did now. She wasn’t exactly an over the top, spastic fan of celebrities, she just really enjoyed movies. Her lips twitched, curving upward fully before she looked down at her chicken, tongs of her fork piercing the meat. “It was when I took that college practice course.” You waved your hand around to signify the timeline. “Remember?”

Her eyes lit up. “Of course I do.” Hank didn’t. His expression was still blank. He still thought this bloke was your boyfriend of a few weeks. You knew he’d be infuriated if you told him that you’d actually been dating the man for approximately 200 weeks.

“Well, I was in charge of Emily Browning’s makeup, but there were a few times they sent me over to his,” You squirmed in your seat, cheeks warming beneath the heated gaze of your family. “dressing room and I was assigned to help him out when it was necessary.” Your eyes flickered to the handsome man at your side.

“You’ve changed your career choice since then, honey, why didn’t you stick with makeup?” Your mother inquired, narrowing her eyes in the slightest as she tried to read the entirety of the situation.

Tom opened his arm, laying the length of it across the back of your seat. His fingertips grazed your arm, tracing your hot skin tenderly as he peered down at you. His plate was still yet to be made, but it was because he was listening intently to everything you had to say.

“Um,” Your eyes flickered to your boyfriend. “I had to put this foundation type powder,” Your hand lifted to Tom’s cheek. “on him.. a subtle amount.. and when they resumed filming, his face was blinding, and blotchy.” Your words drew a harsh, raspy chuckle from the bloke at your side. He looked to Amy.

“She didn’t spread it out enough.. and she chose the wrong color.” The woman could see he found the situation completely laughable and cute for he looked back at you with nothing but admiration in his gaze.

“Yeah, well,” Your hand fell to his shoulder, squeezing it. “you asked me out after that.” Slumping back in your chair, your soft eyes ran along his handsome features before you looked toward your dish, still not made. You made movement to lean forward and start, but Tom beat you to it. His large fingers curled around the spoon in the macaroni, dishing out a few scoops for you and then for himself. You watched him as he made your plate and then his before you looked toward your father who still refused to chime in to the conversation. “Now I’m going to be a hair stylist.” You looked back to your mother. “For films.. I actually have helped out quite a bit since meeting him, and I’m told I’m pretty good.” The excitement on your face made your mother’s heart warm. She looked to Tom to see if you spoke the truth. He nodded with a wide grin, backing you up on this career choice. Make up was a no go, but hair, you were very good at hair.

Hank shifted in his seat before beginning to loudly and sloppily make his plate. He was like a child, throwing a tantrum and creating as much noise as possible without having to verbally say ‘look at me’. Your hand vanished beneath the table, gliding to rest on Tom’s knee once more as you began to eat.

Ellie shifted, face filthy from the sticky cheese that coated her macaroni. “Do you have something else?” Her hand lifted so she could push her glasses up the bridge of her curved nose. “Something like else to say?” She stared at Tom. She was intrigued by him. He was very pretty to look at and she found it strange to see him in person after seeing him on tv.

Tom licked his lips slowly before studying the girl. He pondered what else he could tell her, but before he really had a chance, Hank spoke, startling everyone in the room.

“Tell me,” He squinted. “why there’s such a large age gap.” He looked toward the man seated at his table. “You’re closer to my age than you are to her’s.” He informed the man. “I’m 47.” His bushy brows drew together. “She’s 25.” He then laid his cutlery down and folded his arms over his chest. “So unless you’re 36, because that puts you right in the middle,” He tongued his cheek before shoving a piece of fish past his lips and speaking with a mouthful. “you can leave my house, boy, because there’s nobody,” He nodded, searching Tom’s eyes for a hint of anger. “that’s gonna date my little girl and be that much older than her.”

Amy scoffed at her husband’s pathetic words before she slowly looked in your direction. She could see the twitch of your lower lip, the faint tremble and she could tell then that Tom was, indeed older then 36, otherwise you wouldn’t be so upset. Tom sensed the tension you felt, he could feel your fingers twitching against his knee. He knew no amount of words could get him to leave, not unless those words were your own. He didn’t care about approval from anyone, he loved you and that wasn’t going to change by a meer dislike from your father. Your mother seemed to like him just find and Ellie did too.

“You don’t have a say.” You told him sternly. The heel of your foot pushed roughly into the floorboards as your throat grew tight and achy from the amount of words you wanted to spew all at once.

“I don’t have a say?” Your father barked harshly. “You’re my kid, I do have a say.”

“Maybe when I was younger. I’m 25, I brought him here to meet you. I didn’t bring him here to ask for your permission.” You lifted your hands and planted them so harshly against the table, the entirety of it shook beneath the force. “I love him and no amount of what you have to say will change that.” Tom was tempted to draw you gently back down into your seat, but he sensed that you wanted space from the tense room so he didn’t do anything. He let you speak your mind. Your eyes grew watery the longer that you stared at your father. “I don’t know why you can’t ever just be happy for me, you always have something to say about everything I do.” Your small hands moved to your plate, curling around it as you clenched your jaw. “I’m.. I can’t eat in here.” The four residents at the table watched you as you left the room without another word. It was unspoken that Tom would follow, but he stayed put for a few moments after you’d left the room. His eyes ran along the dinner, blue orbs lifting to the man who seemed to already hate him.

“She really cares about what you think.” He uttered before standing. “Always trying to do right by you and now I see why she’s always so stressed out.” Tom pinched his dish as well before looking toward El. “Do you want to show me where her room is?”

Amy’s eyes were fixed on her macaroni as she pushed it absentmindedly around her plate. Her eyes flickered to Ellie who was staring at her for permission. Her mother bobbed her head before watching as she skipped over to Tom and clutched on to his hand before leading him from the room.

You were sat on your bed, legs curled up beneath you as you flipped through the pages of one of your old scrapbooks. It had already been laid out on the bed, opened to the pages of printed photos of you and Tom. Your thumb grazed the length of the images, little smile playing on your lips as you admired the many, many pictures. The soft creak of your gliding open pulled your attention to it and the sight of Tom stood with Ellie’s hand clasped in his grip and his plate in his other made you beam.

“Sorry I ran off.” You told the pair before shutting the book and pushing it beneath your pillow. You slouched back against the wall, knees bending as you watched Tom enter further into the room. Ellie didn’t. Her stomach growled noisily so she waved before running off. The man stood beside the door gently nudged it shut before laying his plate on the dresser and fixating you under an inquisitive stars. His hands sunk into his jean pockets, feet planted firmly into the floor as he studied you.

“There’s no need to apologize to me, I didn’t know.. he was so hard on you.” He whispered before looking to his left. Studying the contents that bordered your dresser, he moved his hand to the broken carousel, studying the winder that no longer turned. You stood slowly from the bed, pushing off the mattress so you could cross the room. You stopped once you reached the dresser.

“It doesn’t matter.” You started, but he looked back to you.

“It does.” His brows furrowed. “It absolutely does, you’re miserable.” He frowned. Tom pulled his hands out of his pockets before lifting them to your cheeks. He cradled the smooth surface, tracing the underside of your eyes with his delicate touch. You were silent, relishing in the feel of his hands. “Babe,” He whispered, hot breaths running along your features. “move in with me.”

Your eyes, previously droopy from the enjoyable touch, sprang open at his words. Staring up at him as if he had two heads, your stomach dropped, twisted, and then churned. Three years was a long enough time to wait for such a question, but the unexpectedness of it made you feel queasy.

“What?” You whimpered out pathetically.

He smirked. “I didn’t stutter, now did I?”

“Tom, you.. that’s so sudden, too spontaneous, you need to think about what you’re asking me because I’d be invading your space!” He knew you were trying your best to make sure this was what he wanted, but he wouldn’t have asked you unless he’d truly meant it.

“I’ve been trying to ask you for months, I just didn’t know if you were ready to.” He whispered before slowly moving his hands from your cheeks, down to your hips. “I’ve thought long and hard about where I want this relationship to go and it’s.. everything to me, Y/n. I want to be with you for the rest of my life.” Your eyes widened then, hand lifting to his mouth so you could cover it. He was not going to ask you to move in and then propose to you right after. You wouldn’t allow it. Your eyes scanned his, warning him that if he were to propose, you were liable to faint. He smirked slowly before kissing the palm of your hand. He wasn’t going to propose, he had very special plans for how he was going to do that. He wanted it to be special, private, and the best day of your life. You fidgeted in front of him before slowly leaning up on your tiptoes. Pulling your hand out of the way, your mouth pressed to his own, a slow, sweet kiss that told him you were more than happy to move in together. Lifting the hang previously pressed to his lips around to the back of his skull, you curled your hand in his dark tresses and held him in place against you. Your breaths grew shallow and heavy as your mouth moved against his in matching pace.

Tom lowered his hands to your lower back, caressing the shirt of his that you wore before he rolled it up so he could get his palms beneath the fabric. “Would it be completely inappropriate,” he spoke into the liplock, teeth hitting your lips as you continued to try and kiss him. He couldn’t even get his words out completely before you moaned out softly.

“Yes, it would be.” You purred. Dragging your hand away from his hair and instead to his neck, you backed up until your legs hit the edge of your bed. Collapsing down on the mattress with a heavy sigh of want, you opened your legs. Tom sent you a devilish smile before setting his hands on the mattress beside your hips. He lifted his knee so that he could climb on to the bed, stomach flexing and biceps doing the same as he supported his weight.

“Naughty girl.” He murmured before leaning in so that his nose could brush over your own. “I love you.” He whispered breathily, finding it a bit difficult to speak because you kept pressing little kisses against his full, pouted lips. His giggle was boyish and bouncy, a sound that made your stomach fill with butterflies. You craned your neck and kissed him against before moving your lips to his nose.

“You’re everything to me.” You told him quietly before setting your hands on the side of his cheeks. Drawing him forward so that your mouth could trace the length of his nose all the way up to his forehead, you inhaled deeply before tipping your head so you could instead speak against his ear. “I love you too.” Tom adjusted himself on top of you so that he could angle himself just right and rub his crotch directly over your own.

A loud knock filled the room, a booming sound that made you gasp. Tom clenched his jaw before craning to look over his shoulder and toward the shadow that spilled from under the door. The heeled shoes which could be heard clicking from the hallway told the pair of you that it was Amy stood on the other side. Tom slowly lifted himself off of you before dropping down on the mattress so you could sit up.

“Come in.” Your voice shook as you tried to calm your breathing. Smoothing down your locks, you folded your legs nonchalantly and lifted your fork so that you could pick at your food. The door opened slowly and your mother’s head slowly poked into the room.

“Hi, darling.” Her voice was sweeter than honey, such a calming sound. You sent her a light smile before laying your fork down soundlessly against the plate beside your hip. “Your father um..” She clasped her hands together in front of her before shuffling further into the room. You’d never understand where your dad was coming from and he’d never be able to understand how you could love someone so much older. “You’re his little girl, Y/n, he’s always going to be protective. I tried to talk to him but he just doesn’t see eye to eye with this situation,” She paused for a moment before twisting so she could lazily pinch and pull at one of the ribbons attached to your dresser. “That being said, there’s nothing preventing the two of you from seeing one another, dad’s going to keep his opinion to himself, okay?” Her eyes flickered between the pair of you. “I see nothing wrong with it. The heart wants what it wants. I would’ve never imagined you falling for a man much older, but Tom,” She fixed him with a warm gaze. “I think you’re very sweet, polite, and I think you make my little girl very happy.” She moved into the room a little further. “Dad’s gone to bed and I think I’m going to head to bed to. Early night.” She whispered before leaning in and kissing your head. Her hand brushed Tom’s, squeezing it assuringly before she took a small step back. “El’s gone to her friends house so..” Her eyes locked on to your own. “Behave somewhat.” She waved to the pair of you before making her way back to the exit. She halted long enough to grab your dishes, cold food perched on top of them, uneaten and going to soil if kept out. “I’ll put these in the fridge for if you get hungry later.” She told you softly before tugging the door shut behind her.

You squirmed on the mattress slowly, soft eyes glued to where your mother had just been stood.

“I like her.” Your boyfriend piped up before rolling toward you. His head made its way into your lap, using your legs as a soft cushion as you sat with your arms out behind you, palms firmly sinking into the mattress.

“Me too.” You giggled softly before laying your hand on his cheek. Stroking the stubble that stuck out from his face, your free hand moved up to his locks, curling in them before you leaned in and gave him a lingering kiss.

“I see where your dad is coming from you know.” He had to speak in between the kisses you gave him. “I mean,” You swiped your tongue along his lips. “if our little girl,” You hummed. “wanted to date an older guy..” Your teeth sunk into his bottom lip, tugging on it playfully. “I wouldn’t exactly be too thrilled.” You kissed him sweetly before drawing back.

“Baby, I’m trying to kiss you.” You whispered breathily before tracing his bottom lip with your thumb. It was only then, as you stared down at him, that his words settled within you and realization dawned on you. “Wait, what?” Tom smiled lazily, hand lifting so that he could now return the favor. His hand curled in the back of your hair, lugging you forward so that you were bent over him and once more kissing his full lips. “Wait!” You gasped against his lips, unable to draw back because he had such a secure grip on you. “Tom!” You couldn’t help but giggle as he nipped and licked at your mouth, doing exactly what you’d done to him. “You want to have babies with me?” Your question was almost inaudible because of how airy it was.

The man let you break away then before he sat up on the creaky bedsprings. Ruffling his hair, the man pushed himself up on to his knees before rotating around. “Course I do.” He dropped down on his rear and slumped against the fluffy pillows that lined your headboard.

“W-when?” Blinking rapidly, you fidgeted at the foot of the bed before inspecting your boyfriend as he calmly eyed you.

“Whenever you’re ready.” His shoulders lifted before dropping with his shrug. “I told you, babe, you are all I want.. who else am I gonna have kids with or move in with?” He extended his arms and ushered you toward him. “Marry?” He grinned.

You took ahold of his hands before moving along the bed and toward his form. Swallowing thickly, you moved your hands along his and up to his forearms. Gripping on to him securely, you lifted yourself up so you could climb over his bent legs. Situating yourself in his lap, your fingers moved up to his shoulders, gripping them securely. “I didn’t know you thought about all that stuff.. I mean, I thought..”

“What? I was just spending three years of my life with you for the hell of it?” He lowered his hands to your hips and slowly drew you forward. Pressing his lips against your chin, he kissed down to the side of your neck before embracing you snugly. “No, baby.. I want to do everything with you.” He shut his eyes. “Everything.” His voice was heavy, honest, and it made your eyes droop. You wiggled in his lap before allowing your eyes to flutter shut.

Amy brushed her hand along Hank’s arm, attempting to wipe the grumpy expression, he’d been wearing since dinner, off of his face. She leaned in and kissed his cheek, fingernail tracing lazy shapes along his hot skin. She knew, despite his tough exterior and mean words, he would eventually have to come around. It would carve a wedge between him and you if he didn’t. She looked toward the hall, tempted to go back to your room and see if there was any way you’d want to come and talk to your dad, but deep down she knew that you and your boyfriend had no intention of going to sleep this early. The sun had hardly bid the world around it goodbye for the night. She looked to the ceiling. You could talk to him tomorrow.

A sharp gasp left your lips as your boyfriend pinned you against the mattress beneath him. Your trousers were around your knees, difficult for him to assist you in removing because he was far too interested in kissing your mouth and touching your breasts. His hands were buried beneath the tee, hidden as he massaged and kneaded your tender flesh. He moaned out gratefully into your mouth, hips wiggling uncomfortably as the tension between his legs grew harder and harder. Your shaky fingers clasped around his belt, unhooking it as swiftly and skillfully as you could without breaking the liplock which really just looked like a tongue war. You giggled into his mouth, legs kicking the second that he’d managed to get your jeans around your ankles. He slung the material to the floor before moving his hands back up the length of your legs and up to your hips so he could drag your underwear down and out of the way.

His trousers were harder to get off and you didn’t know if it was because they were thicker or because of how much you were shaking, but it took you long enough, to shove them down and off his hips. He’d managed to get your panties down and around your left ankle by the time he was kicking off his trousers and helping you by shoving his boxers down and off. You took your time in ridding of his shirt and you were sure that he had no intention of ridding of yours. He had his hands constantly pushed beneath the fabric so he could play with your breasts and because it wasn’t in the way of anything, you knew he wouldn’t waste time with removing it.

Your hips lifted eagerly, heels sinking into the mattress so he could slide forward and bury himself inside you. His face was red, coated in little beads of sweat from the frenzied movements. You wiped away the droplets before laying your palms against his wide, broad back. Dragging him down and on top of you securely, your eyes slid shut the second his tip sunk into you. A burst of warmth flooded you, followed by a slight pressure and then an explosion of stars. The groan you set free was deep and broken, a sound that he loved dragging from you and only managed to do when he first entered you. He let out a shaky gasp himself, a heavy, hot pant that your mouth was forced to devour.

This was how you wanted every night to end. Tom laid out on top of you or sprawled beneath you, bodies connected, molding you into one. He was your other half, no matter what the age difference was. He was the only person that could make you laugh as hard as he managed, smile until your cheeks burned, ache from how much you needed him. Your heart beat solely for his just as his beat solely for yours.

Today hadn’t gone exactly as you’d planned, but this was definitely making up for it.

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