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lookingformoondrop · 2 months

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Yan!Andrew with his Reader who found out she's pregnant? Spoiler: She didn't want to have children.

Yan!Andrew Graves x Preg!Reader

TW: Unexpected pregnancy, hints at abortion, reader in captivity, manipulation, yandere Andrew, unwanted pregnancy

♡ Notes: I wrote this entire thing while on a train so you'll probably find a wild typo or error font somewhere here. I said in my last post that my next work would be a fluffy one, I lied. Sorry. Remember kids, practice safe sex, and dont act like Andy. Thank you so much for supporting me, anon! I appreciate all the requests and asks from you guys. <33

Andrew hummed as he removed his shoes and took off his coat.

Work was a drag, his boss was a dick, and his family was unbearable. But despite it all, he had you at the end of the day.

When he came home, he'd always hear your padded footsteps coming down the hall to greet him.

You'd wear one of his shirts or wear a cute outfit he'd pick out for you, all to make him happy.

He just loves you so much.

I mean, that's why he took you in the first place.

You had no idea who he was, only that he was a customer that came at odd times of the day in the cafe where you worked.

He could only guess how poor the pay must've been. How miserable you were... Yes, that's it.

As he watched you, he could spot the circles under your eyes, and he knew instantly that fate had brought you here, or maybe it was a cult summoning? Either way, you belonged with him. And he would bend heaven and earth to keep it that way.

Andrew blinked away his train of thought and looked up. He hadn't heard your footsteps.

That was unusual.

Andrew quickly slipped his bag to the ground and walked further into the house.

The kitchen was empty, minus the dishes and pots from last night's dinner that still remained untouched in the sink.

The living room was empty, minus the tissues scattered all over the floor, and the blankets that pooled the floor.

With his heart racing, he sprinted to the last room he hadn't checked. The bedroom.

He pushed the door open with haste; his eyes wildly searched the room.

The bed was unmade, and the sheets were shoved off the mattress, trailing onto the wooden floor.

As Andrew stepped further into the bedroom and he could hear the sound of the shower, and small sniffles coming from inside.

Andrew let out a sigh of relief, you hadn't left. You were still home with him. But now he had another problem to deal with.

He knocked on the bathroom door and heard a quick shuffle from the other side. The water turned off and Andrew flinched at the sound of objects crashing.

Then out you came, your eyes were red and your hair was messy, as if your fingers ran through them constantly.

You mustered a smile for Andrew, muttering out a weak 'welcome home' before Andrew grabbed your arms for inspection.

"What happened? What were you doing? Why were you crying?" He craned his neck out to try and look inside the bathroom, but you quickly closed the door.

"I was about to take a shower when you came home so uh, I dropped some bath products when I realized I hadn't greeted you." It was a horrible lie, really. You knew lying was one of Andrew's biggest pet peeves, even if he lied consistently himself.

"My little lamb, you're not making a lot of sense right now..." Andrew tried giving you a sweet smile, but the vein twitching in his forehead told you how he really felt.

His grip on your arms became tighter, and he leaned in closer, "I would like to know what you're keeping from me, please."

"I... I was crying," you cringed at how weak your voice sounded.

"Clearly, what else? Don't stall for time you don't have Y/N. Tell me who hurt you, I don't fucking care for the reason."

You peeled Andrew's hands off of you which was surprising giving his intense tone. You slowly walked to the bed and sat down, tracing the thread that was imbedded in your mattress. Your eyes lingered on the white sheets for a second too long.

Andrew followed suit, instead opting to go on his knees in front of you as to hold your hands.

He traced his name on your wrists with his finger and hummed a low tune, unremarkable at best, but it calmed your nerves.

"You are my bleeding heart, Y/N. Everything you feel, I long to taste, everything you love, I devour, and every secret you keep from me I savagely rip apart to find. What could you possibly keep from me, that I wouldn't find out in under a day?"

You kept still, refusing to meet Andrew's gaze.

"You have to promise you won't.. um, get mad." You chewed on your lip as you thought about your next words. The lump in your throat grew harder to swallow the more you thought about it.

How were you supposed to deliever such... news, when that news made you want to rip your hair out from stress.

"yeah, I promise. My little lamb, tell me, what is wrong?"

"I'm scared, Andrew." You looked up.

"Scared?" Answered Andrew, who let go of your wrists to instead settle around your waist.

He continued, "What could you possibly have to fear while with me? Are you afraid of someone?"

You shook your head, "no, well maybe, not yet I-" You took deep breaths, your chest felt like it was going to crack from the pressure.

"Not yet? What does that even mean?" Andrew furrowed his eyebrows and scrunched his nose, trying to make sense of it all.

"Andrew, do you know what day of the month it is?"

Andy groaned; his patience was begging to grow thin. "Y/N, I'm done playing this game with you. Are you trying to provoke me to extreme measures or something?"

"No! Just... answer the question. What day of the month is it?"

Andrew shrugged, "It's the first of the month. It's my mom's birthday. It's trash day. It's Monday. I don't fucking know what this has to do with our conversation, Y/N!?"

"No Andrew, just listen to me! Look, I usually get my period on the first of every month. But last month I didn't get my period."

"So?" Andrew looked at you with annoyance in his features.

"So.... I should have gotten my period last month, but I didn't. I'm not an irregular person and I've been here awhile so..."

Andrew's features stayed scrunched with confusion and annoyance as the words mulled over in his head.

Then it hit him.

Andrew fell back on his butt in shock, staring at you, your belly, and then back to you. The realization so big that his brain stopped the train to language station.

"You're pregnant?" He muttered.

You nodded, the tears that danced on your waterline finally falling. Your chest shook, and you gasped deep breaths, the pressure you had on your chest this morning, becoming ten-fold the weight as Andrew processed this information.

Your head hung low as the sobs shook your ribcage.

Without realizing it, Andrew got back up and sat beside you on the bed.

Wrapping his arms around your head and body, so that your body pushed against his chest.

A gigantic smile placed itself on his face, every bad thing that happened up until that point dispearred in a cloud. The only thing he could think about was the baby you were growing.

His baby.

Finally, Andrew let you go and grabbed your face, lifting it up so that he could place gentle kisses on your forehead. "My Y/N, thank you. This... fuck, I thought you were going to say something horrible, but this? Shit, this is the best news I could have ever heard, well maybe besides news of my sister's death or imprisonment but shit this is even better!"

His kisses became harder and more passionate. But he hadn't noticed the soul that had left your body. Instead, you looked at him terrified.

"But... Andrew, I'm not ready for this. I- I don't even think I'm old enough to be raising children, let alone birth one. This thing could rip me apart." Your breathing became quicker, the pressure on your chest becoming an unbearable pain.

You were so sure that Andrew would hate the idea of children, that he would have the initiative to take this thing out of you, but he was so happy, so much so he couldn't be bothered to notice your despair.

"Doesn't matter. You need to stop worrying about things that haven't even happened yet. You're pregnant, and that's all that matters. You're pregnant with my baby, and you will live through every moment." His smile never faltered as he leaned his head into the crook of your neck, humming a sweeter tune this time and rubbing your tummy.

"I'm not ready," you cried, shaking your head profusely.

Andrew looked up with a smile, trailing his forefinger down the bridge of your nose.

"Doesn't matter."

You held onto Andrew's hands as he leaned forward and embraced you. Sighing deeply into your chest.

"I love our little family. Don't you?"

Thank you for the ask!<3

#the coffin of andy and leyley #x reader #andrew graves #andy graves #y/n #andrew graves x reader #andy graves x reader #headcanons #tw pregnancy #tw yandere #yandere x reader #toxic relationship #not proofread #dark content

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oozedninjas · 13 days

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Snap call

Summary: You send him nudes while he is on patrol, and Raph isn't quite happy about it.

A/N: I've been working on this for a couple of days! Hope you like it :) To that person who's been asking for Nightwatcher smut, wink, wink

Warnings: 18+ /NDNI / Breeding / sending nudes / Nightwatcher!Raph / Raph is around his early 30's / super brief ass-eating / dirty talking/dom!Raph

It is past midnight when he slips through the narrow window of your apartment’s room, still wearing his vigilante armor. His labored breaths rumble within the helmet, delivering them with a metallic tint that makes you tingle.

"Do you think you're funny, sending dirty pics all night while I'm on patrol?" He says, his voice raw as he approaches. It only takes him a few swift strides to stand beside you. The metallic clang of his boots on the floor sends a shiver down your spine, building anticipation. “Strip, now.”

A grin threatens to arise at the sight of him in this state, burning for you, but you bite it back, ditching the thin fabric of your pajamas in a heartbeat. The moment the last strand of clothing falls off your body, Raphael grips your arms, forcing you to turn around, back to his front. He closes the space between you. The icy metal of the Nightwatcher’s armor to your bare skin makes you gasp.

The cool of his gloves scrapes against your heated skin as his palms trail a path from your shoulders to your arms to dance lower, dipping across your abdomen and up from there. His grip tightened around your breasts. You catch your breath.

Expert fingers pinch your nipples, pulling, rolling them just enough for a soft moan to leave your lips. Raphael growls, enjoying the sound. His voice echoes through the metal helmet.

"Look at my little whore, too desperate to have me filling you up that you can't even wait for me to finish patrol?" he teases, as he keeps playing with them.

"I've been wanting this the whole evening..." you mutter, voice trembling.

"And you're not even sorry! Fucking cheeky of you," he chuckles, it's dark and sexy. "Let's fix that."

Raphael lifts the helmet from his head, placing it carefully on the bedside table. Under the room's dim illumination, the metal surface becomes a hazy, distorted mirror. He pushes you to the bed, barely giving you time to adjust on all fours before he licks a strip from your cunt to your ass. Your mouth gapes, and a whine puffs off.

"Mmm, so fucking tasty,"

His voice makes your blood run hot. Raphael sinks his face into you with not even a hint of shame as he starts fucking you with his tongue, wet and warm, impossibly soft against your pussy. He'd slide it over your clit from time to time, granting it the tiniest of attention.

You whine, pushing yourself to him, but Raph bites the inside of your thigh adequately hard to make you yelp. His hand fists your hair, pulling just enough to tingle your scalp. "Don't be greedy," he murmurs in your ear from behind. You can make out the scene of the reflection on the helmet.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

His hot breath tickles your ear. Everything he'd just done left your pussy a complete mess. You could feel the dampness dripping. God, you wanted him to fuck you stupid, nothing more. But the fear of another bite from a direct answer keeps your lips sealed.

"What’s the matter? Can't my doll think straight?" Raphael says, pushing a metal finger inside your cunt, dreadfully slow.

"Please— " your voice weak and desperate.

He smirks. "Yeah, that's more like it. But, please what?" he says, rubbing the tip of his finger on that sweet spot inside as he keeps you still by the hair. "Please stop?"

"No!" it came out so desperate you cringed. His soft chuckle soothed you a bit. "Please fuck me,"

He withdraws, emptying you. You want to jerk back to chase the delicious feeling of being full, but he halts you.

"Yeah? How bad do you want it?"

"Very— please," you whisper. His grip on your hair burns so fine, "Please, I'll be good... I'll be good."

"Fuck yes, you will," Raphael says, thrusting inside in one motion. It janks your breath off. He reaches deep, just the right spot. You can't help the lewd moan that follows.

"Look at that drunk-like smile," he tells you, letting go of your hair as he brings you up to embrace you against him. This shift has you on your knees, back resisting against his torso. The cold armor soothes the fire of your skin. Raph holds your face toward the reflection on the helmet, forcing you to watch your blissful expression. "You're such a good little slut for me. Gonna make you feel good, you want that?"

"Yes," you breathe, desperately holding his hands where they rest over your body, clenching and unclenching around his shaft.

He mutters praise in your ear, but you can't make it out as he starts pounding in and out, rhythmically, building a pace that makes your head fall back, mouth gaping while loud moans along with the filth of skin slapping fill the air.

He curses under his breath, you're tight, he says. You feel good, he's going crazy. "Touch yourself, let me see you," Raph takes your hand to drive it down to your front. You reach your clit, not losing detail of his dark gaze reflecting on the helmet, absorbing the whole scene.

It takes you a few seconds to pair his thrust with the circles over your soft nub, but once you do, it feels fucking heavenly. You make it last for as long as you can, right there where pleasure lingers strongly right before the peak. Your orgasm crashes over you, numbing everything.

"Fuck, yes, just like that- t- that's a good fucking girl,"

The pulsations of your high around his cock trigger his own, and he comes loud and long. The hot loads filling you up weaken your knees.

He holds your ground before gently placing you on the mattress, allowing his weight over you as he rests.

"Remind me to send you nudes more often," you say, once you catch your breath.

A raspy laugh pours into your ear, tickling.

#Nightwatcher!Raphael x reader #twenty something ninja turtles #tmnt smut #tmnt x reader smut #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2007 #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt raph 2007 #raph 2007 #2007 raph x reader #tmnt

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faux-ecrivain · 2 months

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1950s househusband x gn reader

marinette4943 asked: Hey!

I saw your yandere housekeeper and loved the way you wrote it. Do you intend to do a next part?

If so, could you tag me in it?

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Name; Angelo

Thirty second official post

@marinette4943

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From Part 3;

He is absolutely whipped for you, everything you do is committed to his memory, and he inches closer to you with every passing second. “You’re welcome, so, are you going to give me a tour of the town or some advice to settle in, and get along with my neighbors?” He didn’t want to, but he figured that it was best to be as helpful as possible. That way, you’ll trust him the most and will come back to him whenever you need help. You, however, scoot away from him, eventually ending up near the end of the couch in a corner. “Oh, uhm, certainly. I’ll be happy to give you advice and a tour, but I was hoping we could simply have a friendly chat first…” Angelo responds hopefully, he just wants to get to know you and does want to talk about anyone else.

However, something you said earlier caught his attention. “Unexpected? Wh-what do you mean by that?” He questions nervously, his wide eyes nervously glancing at you and his bottom lip quivering at the thought of you hating him. You tilt your head, slightly confused and then you try to clarify without sounding rude. “Well, back where I’m from men don’t often wear dresses, that’s all.” Before you can clarify any further he interrupts you, which was quite rude and he apologizes for that, but doesn’t stop talking. “Sorry for interrupting, but you don’t like it? Does my fashion sense upset you?” He inquires his expression shifting into anxiety and his mind begins to work in overdrive. His hands squeezes the cloth of his dress and he twists the fabric. Angelo doesn’t do well with rejection, of any form or shape.

Suddenly this conversation seems very awkward to you and you regret opening your mouth. “That’s not what I meant, that dress looks great on you. It’s just someone have to get used to, that’s all.” He smiles and he seems content with your response. “Really? You mean it? Thank you!” It isn’t often that he gets a compliment from anyone and it’s been a while since anyone he was interested in complimented him (excluding his spouse, he loves his spouse so very much and is very interested in them). Angelo relaxes and leans his head on your shoulder, which causes you to cringe and push his head away. He whines and leans against you once more, this time he wraps his arms around your arm and nuzzles your neck. Now you’re very uncomfortable and have begun to regret your decision to let him inside.

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Subtly, you try to push him away. You didn’t want to be rude, but his unnecessary affection was making you extremely uncomfortable. Sadly, his grip on your arm does not loosen and seems to tighten. Angelo scoots closer, he’s so close that you could count each one of his eyelashes. He sighs, seemingly unaware of how close he is, or maybe he knows and just doesn’t care. You clear your throat and lean as far away from him as you can. “Ahem, so, about that tour…” You smirk awkwardly and try to make a simple conversation, if only to alleviate the discomfort you felt. He acknowledges your words with a hum, but doesn’t respond for quite some time. It’s silent and awkward as you try to ignore the very obvious bedroom eyes Angelo is sending your way.

You clear your throat again and try to get his attention. “Ahem, Angelo, could you please let go of me or move away?” It takes a moment for your words to sink in and when the do, Angelo shoots away from you. His eyes are wide, his face is flushed with embarrassment and his mouths is agape. It’s clear that he’s absolutely mortified by his behavior. Immediately he begins to apologize. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry, Neighbor! That was so inconsiderate of me, Oh! I feel so ashamed! Oh, I should go, I shouldn’t behave like that around you!” Part of his apology sounds a bit like an excuse, but you can tell by his expression that his apology is sincere. “Did I make you uncomfortable? Oh, I’m truly sorry if I did!”

You chuckle and wave off his worries, you begin to placate him, and attempt to halt his incessant apologies. “Oh, it’s alright, Angelo. It really isn’t that terrible, I was uncomfortable, but I’m sure you didn’t mean anything by it.” Oh, he certainly meant something by his actions, it wasn’t anything sinister, but it was something that Angelo wasn’t ready to face. He was experiencing so much turmoil, the very idea that he almost betrayed his spouse made his physically ill. He could never hurt them like that, sure they weren’t the best spouse, but he still loved them. “No, I-I have to leave, I-I can’t-Oh!” Angelo struggles to breathe, his previous actions set in, and he felt like crying.

He has to leave, Angelo couldn’t stay another minute is your presence. Especially when he’s constantly tempted to crawl into your arms and never leave them. Once more, you try to reassure him, but he doesn’t listen. “Angelo, it really isn’t a big deal. I’m sure you meant nothing by it and nothing came of it, so it’s alright. Let’s just sit back down and enjoy a nice, civil conversation.” It sounded as though you were trying to calm him down, and that made him feel even worse. Well, the way he felt when you expressed concern for him, made him feel even worse. “No, no, I have to go. My sp-spouse is coming home soon an-and I don’t want to disappoint them.” He tries to reason with himself and his desires, but it’s not working.

Mostly because his heartbeat seemed to increase with every word that you spoke, he knew what that meant, and he couldn’t give into such sinful desires. He had to stay loyal to his spouse, although, thoughts of loyalty seemed to remind Angelo of the way his spouse has been behaving recently. Which causes his brows to furrow and halts his apologies, as his mind wanders to his spouses recent behavior. His spouse has been distant (more so than usual) and they keep coming home late. Normally, he wouldn’t worry about that, but each night they come home smelling like cheap perfume, and then he starts to think about the recent rumors he’s heard. The ones about househusband Damian and his cheating spouse. This causes Angelo to consider the idea that maybe his spouse is cheating on him, and the very thought is appealing to him. It causes him to be sick, and he nearly faints. (Luckily you caught him before he could actually fall, and now you’re fussing over him, oh, his heart can’t take it!)

No, he can’t give into temptation. He has to stay loving and loyal, it’s not that hard, and surely his spouse will take notice of his devotion. He just has to keep trying, right? It doesn’t matter how exhausting it is or how much easier it would be to allow his new neighbor into his heart. Angelo has to remain strong, and eventually, he’ll be rewarded for his loyalty, won’t he?

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(I don’t really like this installment of househusband Angelo, I’m not proud of it, but I figured that if I do a bit of writing about one of my favorite OCs then I might get back into writing. But, who knows, I’m a creature of habit and writing is exhausting. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, and hopefully, I’ll be back to writing at a normal pace again.)

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lovelyhan · 1 year

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Hi, for the Seventeen member + song drabble...

How about Hoshi and "I knew you were trouble" by Taylor Swift?

⟣ i knew you were trouble ⟢ wc: 0.9k words warnings: alcohol, implied cheating minors do not interact!

from this ask game~

"don't look now, but kwon soonyoung's been staring at you all night."

you shoot your best friend, mai a pointed look before promptly downing whatever concoction was dumped into your solo cup. the unknown liquor leaves an aftertaste that leaves you cringing with disgust, but you'd do anything to appear nonchalant.

especially since kwon soonyoung's been staring at you all night.

to her right, mai's long-time boyfriend chan shakes his head. "babe, i know he's the hottest piece of ass at this frat party, but hell is going to freeze over first before she fucks soonyoung. isn't that right?"

your companions' expectant stares are heavy against your bare shoulders and the unwarranted attention makes you roll your eyes.

"exactly," you agree instead, despite the fact that the heat of soonyoung's gaze continues to burn into your skin. "besides, i heard he's got himself a new girlfriend a few days ago. why would he be staring at me?"

mai snorts. "'cause he's the biggest manwhore on campus? but anyway, chan's right. you've got better taste than that."

you're a little happy to know how much faith your friends have in you. of course you wouldn't fuck someone like soonyoung. of course you don't have questionable taste in men.

but little do they know, hell has long frozen over in your book.

the force of you being abruptly slammed against the door of one of the upstairs bathrooms has you moaning with delight as the man you thought you'd already flushed out of your system stakes his rightful claim on your lips. soonyoung pries your mouth open with his skillful tongue, an arm circled around your waist as his free hand hooks your thigh across his hips.

"been teasing me all fucking night, baby," he rasps into the heated kiss, pressing two fingers against your clothed core only to find you wet and wanting. "you know how much i love this dress on you."

you do know—that's exactly the reason why you wore it to the party when you found out he'll be in attendance as well. part of you wonders why you still try for someone who obviously wants nothing to do with you outside of a good fuck.

you just know mai will be heartbroken if she found out, but soonyoung is like a gateway drug and you're too addicted to let him go.

"t-thought you already have a new girl, soonie," you stutter as he continues massaging your throbbing cunt through the flimsy gusset of your underwear. "why're you picking one of your old toys back up, hm?"

soonyoung breathes out a mirthless laugh before dragging the flimsy fabric down your thighs—tossing it somewhere on the dirty bathroom floor. you let out a surprised squeak that's muffled by the loud music outside when he hoists you up by your thighs and lays you on top of the bathroom sink.

there's a dangerous look in his eyes when he rests his forehead against yours. soonyoung is so close, you can hardly breathe, but you know better than to mistake the vibrations of an edm track for the heartbeats he'll never have for you.

"'cause no other pussy can ever come close to yours, sweetheart," he sighs, teeth grazing the cut of your jaw in a way that has you shivering from his touch. "no one can make me feel the way you do."

then why don't you just choose me?

that small blip in your consciousness fades into the backdrop of lust and intoxication when soonyoung hauls his cock out of his jeans and buries himself in your awaiting heat.

there's no preamble in the way he fucks you in that lone second floor bathroom. your cunt grips him like it doesn't ever want to let him go—walls clenching deliciously around his hard length as he pounds you into the cold tiles.

"love fucking this pretty pussy so much," he groans hoarsely into your ear, his grip on your thighs tightening with each stroke. "you take me so well, baby. always so good, so pliant. you'll let me have this cunt whenever i want, right? let me use you anytime i need you?"

you should feel insulted by how casually the words tumble out of soonyoung's lips. but instead of offense, all that fills you is a sick sort of thrill that he unknowingly capitalizes on when the fat head of his cock grazes that sweet spot inside you. he hits it again and again until your toes are curling and eyes are rolling to the back of your skull.

"fuck! yes, yes—soonyoung, please," you whimper pathetically, digging your nails into the fabric of his shirt. "s-so close, you feel so good. more, more, more—"

"i know, sweetheart," he laughs and the sound bounces off the walls and sinks deep into your skin—making a home out of your body with the full intention of overstaying its welcome. "come on my cock and i'll give you what you want. it's been too long, baby, want to feel you milk me fucking dry."

you hate him. you hate how much he knows your body; how easy it is for him to make you fall apart time and time again. but no matter how horribly kwon soonyoung treats you, no matter how many girls he fools himself into thinking will be better than you—

you'll always welcome him with open arms when he comes crawling back to you.

#seventeen smut #seventeen fanfic #svthub #hoshi smut #soonyoung smut #i wonder when i'll write hoshi as a good guy #he's almost always a deviant in my drabbles T T #💭 request #🎲 ask games #📝 drabble #lovelyhan

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pedroschka · 1 year

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Baby and Scones

dad!Joseph Quinn x mum!reader

this is kinda a part 2 to this post (because I just had to get rid of the baby fever after Comic-Con) so enjoy this mini fluffy blurb

"Up and down, and up and down" singing softly and slightly bending his knees, Joe looks animatedly at his little baby boy snuggled up to his chest in his carrier, tiny feet dangling out and just inviting Joe to keep squeezing them lightly, like his own little stress ball

but a small whimper made him stop rocking

"no? got your mum's music taste huh?"

turning the radio off leaving the kitchen in silence again save for his own mumbling listing of the ingredients he needed

"We are making scones for mummy today yes?"

His son, still too young to answer him, just moved his head to the other side, face away from Joe. He takes this as a yes

You on the other hand are still fast asleep, he tries to give you as much rest as possible after you did all the hard work and brought his beautiful bundle of joy into this world.

And he's gladly walking around with him on his chest nearly every day not ready to let him go except for when you're breastfeeding him. Even if his son is sleeping nearly all day long - if not busy pooping, crying, and eating, nonetheless when it's all at the same time and in the middle of the night, Joe still feels like the luckiest man on earth right now.

And because you whined about missing baking so much but you're too exhausted to stand for too long and you keep forgetting things that are not baby-related he takes matters into his own hands and plans to surprise you with something homemade, even if it's just the smell of something freshly baked it will hopefully bring you back to your happy place.

After putting all the ingredients into a bowl he grabs his baby's tiny hand to put the spoon into it

"Do you want to try to stir it?"

his tiny fist grips the end of the spoon and lifts it up before dropping it on the floor and splattering the batter

"Yes your right, we don't stir with a spoon we're smarter than that"

cringing a bit at the mess he picked up the spoon and placed it into the kitchen sink before using a whisk until the dough was firm enough to knead with his hands. after that, he grabs a round cookie cutter and holds it in front of his son's face

"Wanna help me with the cookie cutter? ...Oh you wanna eat it alright"

Taking the now slobbered-on cookie cutter out of his son's mouth and cleaning it half-heartedly on his shirt before pressing it onto the dough, it stays in the family anyway.

giggling to himself as he used his son's tiny foot to push the cookie cutter down, whispering an encouraging "good job " to him before kissing the little tuft of hair on his head, getting a gurgling sound in return.

After putting the scones in the oven he makes his way towards the bedroom, as if on cue of seeing his mother his little boy started whining and instantly waking you up, making Joe feel kinda bad, doesn't matter how many hours of extra sleep you got.

he takes him out of his carrier and lays him on your chest before giving you a kiss on your forehead

"It smells good here, what are you making?" you ask him, sleep still heavy on your lids as you fumbled with your sleep shirt, which your baby is already greedily grabbing, searching for his food

"We baked some scones for you, he even cut them out all by himself" laying himself beside you and watching in admiration as his son starting to latch onto you

"Oh did you? are you daddy's little baker now?"

"He sure is." He nudges his son's little foot and snorts as he finds some leftover flour on his sock and secretly wipes it off

Nobody's gonna know.

(reblogs and comments are very appreciated additional to your likes)

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #dad!joseph quinn #joe quinn #joseph quinn fanfiction #joe quinn fanfic #fanfiction #joe quinn fluff #fluff

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thequeenpapaya · 2 months

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My first Hazbin fic I suppose. Trigger warning for ED content, don’t read if it could be triggering <3 take care of yourself babes. Very important!

(Fic below the cut)

“Are you really eating all that?”

“You’ll get fat, I’m surprised you’re not already.”

He usually just tells people to fuck off, or laughs about it. It irks him that stupid comments from nobodies even stick to him, that they matter to him. They shouldn’t.

He’s above that.

At least, Adam likes to think he is.

He used to be. Before it started to really sink in, he supposed. Before phones started becoming a thing in heaven. But he’s still above it, right?

He’s the first man. If anything, other people should be looking to HIM for the ideal. Not the other way around.

So he doesn’t really know why he spends his time worrying. Why he grits his teeth and scrolls through social media posts about ways to look better. Be better.

Portion control. Exercise. Counting calories. Don’t eat too much. Eat the right things.

But that’s the problem. Adam feels like he can’t. He would never admit it, but he doesn’t want to exercise beyond what he already does. He’s lazy. He doesn’t want to count calories and eat only healthy things.

It just tastes too good. His guilty pleasures. The grease of it, the feeling of the food on his tastebuds. It makes him happy, in the moment at least. Even if the aftermath isn’t as serotonin filled as the act of eating itself gives.

But he found a workaround, a way to have the best of both worlds… a way to get an even better feeling of euphoria. One that makes the enjoyment of food seem like just the buildup for the real drug. So euphoric as he revels in the feeling he gets of emptiness and control.

And yet it’s so… dirty. Like a secret you keep from everyone out of fear they’d find you disgusting. The thought of anyone knowing how he keeps in shape fills him with a deep sense of dread.

But it’s not wrong. He’s not doing anything bad. Angels are supposed to be perfect, in all ways. If he has to shove his fingers down his throat to stay slim, what’s the harm? It’s not hurting him.

Not physically.

And just because he thinks about food a lot, what to eat, and how to purge, when to purge, if he got it all up… well—that doesn’t mean it’s affecting him mentally either! He’s just dedicated to the craft.

He’s fine. Obviously. It’s just everyone else that would act weird about it. It’s a them problem.

“Sir, are you okay?” Lute’s voice pierces through the brain fog. Adam didn’t even realize he was spacing out before her eyes narrow at him… in, concern? No, maybe just annoyance.

“Uhhh… yeah? Why the fuck wouldn’t I be?” Adam grins at her like it was a dumb question to even ask. Because it was.

“You’ve been quiet for the past five minutes.” Her voice is even and factual. Arms folded behind her back, same still pose.

“And that’s not allowed? Jesus, can’t do anything these days.”

“It’s just not like you. You usually talk more.”

Yeah, he knows that. It wasn’t like he meant to space out. He was just… thinking. Adam grips his wrist, subconsciously wrapping his fingers around it. Not that it told him much—he had long fingers. But it soothed him to be able to wrap them around anyway, all the way. With space to spare too.

“What, you just wanted to hear my awesome voice? You can just say that instead of acting all—eughh… worried?” Adam sticks his tongue out in disgust. “Sooo not like you, freaks me the fuck out. Don’t. It’s cringe.”

Lute groans, rolling her eyes at him. Clearly whatever concern she might have had evaporated when he went back to acting normal again. Which was good. He didn’t need it.

He was so in the clear.

“… have you lost weight?”

Or not. What the f—

“What? No? Why?” Adam replies, extremely quickly too. A nervous laugh leaving him as he realizes how absolutely guilty he sounds. It was just a question, chill out. It was a good thing too, so why the reaction?

“Err… I mean, yeah I have. Just a little bit, I guess. Why are you even asking?”

“Because you look thinner, that’s why I asked.” Lute really never takes any shit, does she? Always straight to the point… Adam did like that about her.

“Thanks. I work for this body, you know?~” Adam raises an eyebrow as he smirks at her. He felt a little more happy, more confident. Nobody really commented on his body, well, outside sex.

“It wasn’t meant as a compliment.”

That cut his mood instantly. His smile dropped off his face as if it had never even been there at all.

“Excuse you? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He didn’t intend for his response to sound so defensive and angry. It just came out like that, and he couldn’t calm down. He wasn’t even registering that he should try to cool down.

Lute notices the shift, of course. Her eyes narrowing further at him, like she’s analyzing him. His behavior. Adam feels uncomfortable, which only fuels the defensiveness.

“I mean that you’ve been getting thinner for a while, I just didn’t see a point in bringing it up before now.” Hearing her say that frustrated Adam more. What did she mean she’d noticed? And hadn’t even complimented him at all!? Honestly, rude if you ask him.

“And why would you bring it up now then?” He asks, glaring a little.

“Because you’re starting to look unhealthy.” Her gaze is now very accusatory. Like she’s expecting him to give some sort of explanation.

“I’m sorry, unhealthy? Me? Don’t even—I’m hot as fuck! I’m peak fucking performance right here!” Adam laughs, it’s a little forced. Sounding more like he can’t believe this conversation is even being had.

“I’m not fucking unhealthy. I look great, the best I ever have as a matter of fact. How would you know what the fuck I look like anyway? My outfit is loose.” Now he’s the one narrowing his eyes at her. He knew she was perceptive, but he didn’t think anyone could really… see his body.

“I can just tell. What does it matter how?” Lute scowls, already getting fed up with him.

“It matters because it’s a fucking lie.” Adam didn’t think he looked bad. If anything he was happier with how he looked now then what he did before.

Lute scoffs, and stays quiet for a few seconds. Thinking to herself. Then she gets this look, like she just put something together. The expression on her face says it all about how she feels.

“You know it’s a sin to—“ Lute starts to speak, her tone cold, and Adam already knows what she’s going to say. Because she’s mentioned it before. That she thinks he’s weird for always disappearing for so long into the bathroom after he eats. Maybe she really had figured it out.

After all, he is eating like a pig most days, yet he’s losing some weight? Maybe nobody but her notices because nobody else cares to notice.

But he knows— she wouldn’t approve, she doesn’t seem like she’s about to approve that’s for sure.

So he cuts her off before she can finish.

“You know what? I’m done with this conversation. If you’re gonna be a bitch, I don’t wanna listen.”

He scoffs and stalks off. Frustration and anger boiling in his chest. Nobody had any right to tell him he was somehow not right, he was completely fine. Perfect even.

Despite telling himself this, all the feelings bubble and boil inside him. Going from his chest and settling in his stomach. Feeling heavy. Like the heavy feeling of a meal weighing him down like bricks, solid cement in his stomach.

He doesn’t want to feel like this. And there’s always one thing that makes him feel lighter. Better. Emptier.

Finding himself back in front of the toilet, on his knees. A common occurrence for him by now, his mask off to the side, on top of the sink. Blank face looking down at him as he shoves two long fingers all the way back into his throat…

Adam doesn’t know when it went from just a thought, to doing it. From only doing it when he overate on sweets. To only when he ate sweets and when he ate too much in a meal. To only each meal. To only… everytime he eats.

He doesn’t even have anything to throw up. As he gags and coughs, the back of his throat convulsing around his fingers as he presses down. Only pulling them out last second as he retches, when stomach acid burns his mouth and spill out.

Only once is never enough, of course. He always needs to make sure the bile is clear. That there’s nothing left. That usually takes a while, since he tends to eat a lot in one go. He’s gonna puke it anyway, so why not go crazy?

But it’s already clear. So why does he shove his fingers in again? Because that high hasn’t come yet? The feeling of euphoria he gets knowing he got rid of it all?

Maybe once he purges these uncomfortable feelings, he’ll stop. His stomach already feels lighter, cleaner. It hurt too, but it hurt in the best way possible.

It’s not before he sees speck of golden blood splash into the water that he stops. Not because he’s worried, he knows he will be fine. He’s an angel, he’s fucking Adam. He’s always gonna be fine.

Blood just meant he was doing it as right as he could… yeah?

He coughs a little. Hand wet with saliva, dripping down his forearm. He flushes the vomit and stands up, feeling much lighter then when he knelt down.

Looking at his reflection as he washes his hands felt like looking at a stranger at times. He rarely went without his mask… seeing his pale face staring back at him, eyes red and teary. Slightly puffy cheeks contrasting his thin hands. Golden feathers behind him looking dull, lifeless.

All he can think in that moment isn’t that he doesn’t look well, that maybe he’s not so fine. Because it’s not normal to do this, is it? Nobody else seems to do it here, if they do they aren’t talking about it.

No… all he can think about is how the puffy cheeks make him look fat. It makes him feel sick all over again, the only thing keeping him from punching the mirror is the fact he puts his mask back on before he gets overwhelmed.

But he’s fine. He always will be. Adam smiles, the holographic face staring back betrays no sort of turmoil he might be feeling deep down.

If he can’t see his own pain, then nobody else will either. He doesn’t want them to… he doesn’t want to.

“You got this. You’re fine, better than fine.”

Adam almost believes it himself. That’s all that matters right now. If he believes it, it’s true.

It has to be.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin adam #hazbin fic #my fic #papayawrites

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Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 33

A/N: This chapter was actually inspired by an old Tumblr post that went around back in the day. Something like: 'find someone who will fuck you in the laundry room while waiting for the timer to go off on your kid's Dino chicken nuggets.' And I still think about that like 13 years later, so it inspired this chapter 🤣

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, medical talk/hospital visit, lil angsty.

The Fiala children are driving me up the damn wall today.

Nothing seems to satisfy them.

At 5 and barely 2, the age difference is both a blessing and a curse.

Luca is currently running around, chasing his sister as she toddles as fast as she can away from him. Lacey is shrieking in happiness, but the noise is getting to the right level that makes my brain pound between my temples. I glance at the clock, scowling when I see it is past noon and my husband should definitely be back from morning skate by now. From the moment both kids got up this morning, Kevin and I knew it was going to be a day. When you’re a parent, you develop a sense for these types of things. Part of me is slightly resentful that he got to leave and I had to stay with the monsters.

The oven beeps as Luca grabs his little sister, causing her to topple over and land with her face skidding into the carpet. I cringe, pausing for a moment to see what the reaction is going to be. Lacey lifts her face and a slight, evil cackle comes from her lips. Whew. Disaster averted. She hops to her feet as quick as she can and off they go again.

I grab the sheet pan and throw the Tyson chicken nuggets on there, then open the oven door to pop them in. Lacey will only eat four, but Luca has been going through a growth spurt, so I add in a few extra in case he needs it. Whatever they don’t eat, I’ll throw onto my salad. Kevin is likely eating at the rink since it is a game day.

Lacey shrieks when my back is turned to both kids. It's not a good one, so I whip around after shutting the oven and find my oldest with a fist full of his sister’s hair.

“Excuse me.” I stare him down. “No. Let go.”

“She tried to bite me!” He insists, still gripping her hair.

“Luca, let go.” My voice is more stern as Lacey’s shrieks continue to grow. I move to walk around the island causing Luca to releases his grip. Lacey reaches forward and sinks her toddler teeth into her brother’s forearm. Luca screams and pulls away from her. “Of course this is happening without your dad here.” I mutter under my breath as I get between them. They take in the distressed look on my face and both dissolve into body shaking sobs filled with anger, hurt, and rage.

I hear the door before I see my husband. I turn to him, eyes pleading with him to help. He cringes before rushing to scoop Luca up right as he winds up to slap his sister’s face.

“Enough.” Kevin’s voice is calm as I grab Lacey who is screaming at a decibel I didn’t think human beings could get to. I close my eyes, rocking her against my chest as Kevin continues to speak to Luca. “Not okay.”

“She-“

“No.” Kevin cuts him off. “Take a deep breath.” He sucks one in as well with our son, then they push it out together. Large tears fall from Luca’s eyes as Lacey breathes heavily in my arms.

Become a parent they said. It will be rewarding they said.

“When we get upset, we need to take a break, not hurt people.” Kevin’s voice is gentle as he sets Luca back on the ground. Our son pouts at his dad. “Entschuldige dich bei deiner Schwester.” He encourages him to apologize to Lacey.

“Tut mir leid.” Luca mutters his apology. Kevin nods his head in approval. “She bit me.” Luca blurts, switching back to English, looking at me for support.

“I understand that. She was wrong as well. But you are older and know better.” Luca stares at Kevin, brown eyes shining with tears. “Let’s go take that break.” Kevin pulls Luca into his chest and rubs at his back. Our eyes meet as Lacey lays motionless in my arms, coming down from her tantrum and instantly being overcome with tiredness. “Go upstairs to your room. Let us know when you are ready.” Luca nods and heads to the stairs, slowly going up them until we hear the soft click of his door.

“I know it looked like I didn’t have that under control, but I was putting lunch in the oven.” I don’t know why I am insistent that Kevin knows that, but I want him to. He smiles and nods.

“I know you did, baby.” He looks down at Lacey.

“You need a break too.” I murmur to her, she nods her head at me. “You can stay down here on the couch. No TV, just quiet time.” A few more large drops slip out. I lay her on the couch with her blanket, ignoring the thumb she stuck into her mouth. I can’t fight with her on that right now. One battle at a time.

I release a heavy sigh as I go back to the kitchen, shaking my head.

“It’s been a roller coaster this morning.” I whisper to Kevin when he joins me. He wraps his arms around my back and I bury my face in his chest. I feel the tension seeping from my body as his strong hands rub reassuring circles through my shirt. “They were playing fine until they weren’t.” I shrug my shoulders, glancing at the oven to check on the chicken nuggets.

“Is that timer for lunch?” He asks, noting there is still nine minutes left.

“Yeah. They will probably be happier once they eat.”

“Plenty of time for me to eat.”

“You didn’t eat at the rink?” I ask him, pulling back to look at his face.

“Oh, I did. I’m ready for dessert though.” He begins to walk me backwards, towards the laundry room that is adjacent to the mudroom, next to the pantry.

“What.” A breathy laugh comes from my mouth as he releases one hand from me, opening the door handle and pushing me inside. “Babe?” I ask, giving him a confused look. His tongue licks his bottom lip as his hands come to the button on my jeans. Oh.

“You’re dessert.” He insists. “And I’ve only got 8 and a half minutes, so hop up.” He points to the dryer. My reaction is too slow for Kevin.

“Ohmygod, Kev!” Falls out of my lips as he sets me unceremoniously on the running dryer. “Lacey-"

“She’s already sleeping.” Kevin tells me. “And you need this. Fuck, I need this too.”

My jeans are off and he tugs my panties down as well. My eyes are wide with surprise and hunger. He grabs my leg, tossing it over his shoulder and pushing my other thigh wider. I instinctively thread my fingers though his hair. When his tongue connects with my clit, I’m speechless. My head falls back, my breathing begins to increase, and I lose myself in his skilled movements.

“Mmm.” It drops from my lips involuntarily. I suck in a shaky breath, looking down at him as he sucks me into his mouth. “Babe, I want you inside me.” It’s been a hot minute since I’ve had Kevin filling me. If we only have 8 minutes, I want the best stuff- him- deep, hard and fast.

“Not until you come on my face.” His voice is coated in desire. My grip in his hair tightens and I push his face further into me. His mouth laps and tugs me, convincing my body to surrender to him. It isn’t long before I do exactly what he asked. The dryer shaking adds an edge of delicious vibration to my orgasm. Kevin stands, forcing my lips onto his.

“I needed that.” I confess to him as he grips his dick, ready to slide into me.

“You need this more.” He thrusts gently into me, knowing I’m going to need time to adjust. He’s thick and rigid, causing my walls to convulse on him immediately. He sighs against my lips before his teeth connect with my lower one. “This is my favorite place to be.” His voice comes out like a growl as my fingers dig into his shoulders. He begins to move, the dryer squeaks with the force of his thrusts, but it doesn’t deter us. His arms tighten around me as he feels my body going limp, begging for more, tugging him further inside of me by shuddering around him.

“Oh.” The moan is breathy, impossible to get any gusto to it with how damn good he feels inside of me. It’s a lie though. What’s really happening is I’m losing control and uninhibited moans are building in my throat.

“Shhhhh.” He reminds me, watching my face, knowing I’m so close. My body refuses any movement except leaning into how damn good this feels. His hands shift to grip my ass as he drives deeper, shoving me right off the cliff and into the abyss of orgasm. My mouth opens, no sound comes out, until it does; it’s loud and needy. Kevin catches the tail end of it with his mouth.

My muscles squeeze him tight and I buck my hips into him in the end. That get’s him.

“Yes, baby.” He whimpers as he climaxes inside of me.

His hips shove me up further until he can barely connect with me. He pushes out a quick breath, sliding me back down so he can fill me completely again. Seconds later, our eyes open and he releases me so I can jump off the dryer. His hands immediately come to my bare butt, pulling me into a tight hug. I’m thankful because my legs are wobbling but his strength is more than enough to keep me up. He shoves his face into the crook of my neck as his chest continues to heave. My fingers come to his hair while I turn my face deeper into him so our cheeks touch.

“You’re the only one I want to fuck while waiting for our babies’ chicken nuggets to be done.” I can feel his lips brushing my neck as he talks. I smile against his shoulder, pressing my lips there then nipping with my teeth. When I pull back, his brown eyes are watching me. “The days are long right now.” He reminds me gently. As every day has been since Kevin and I met, I know I’m not alone in this. I’m grateful for his reminder now.

“Next week is going to be tough.” I murmur to him, thinking of his road trip to the Southwestern & Central United States. So many days without him will be heavy for all the Fialas.

“I love you.” He says simply. He knows he can’t change this. He knows it will be difficult for me. But he sees me. And he loves me fiercely for willingly signing up for every part of our life together.

“I love you more.” I tell him, running my finger over his swollen lips.

The oven shrills, Luca yells for Kevin, and we are back to the reality of parenthood.

_ _ _

It’s four in the morning that next week, four games into the five game road trip for the Wild. My hand goes against Lacey’s forehead for the umpteenth time in the last 15 minutes. I woke up to her puking in her bed. She cried for me while sitting in the mess. I had scooped her up quickly, then rinsed her off in the bath. She had been warm when I initial came in, but now she feels hotter some how, even after the children’s Tylenol I forced between her lips. Her little body shakes with forceful chills.

“Mama.” She cries, wanting me to make it better for her.

“I know, sweetie. Try to drink some more water.” I give her the sippy cup from the nightstand. I brought her into our room to distance us a bit from Luca and because I didn’t have the energy to put new sheets on her bed. I know it’s risky, especially with the icky green color of her fluids. I’ve turned on Disney+ for her but she is uninterested. Instead, her eyes seemingly glaze over as she stares at the ceiling, tugging in heavy breaths.

“Lace, drink some water.” I coo to her again. She takes the sippy cup from me and sucks in a few glugs. It instantly comes back up. Her soft wails fill the room, but no tears come from her eyes. I push my hair back from my face as I walk to the bathroom to get another towel. I clean her up again and step back, really looking at my child. Something isn’t right. I watch her a little longer but then doubt fills my mind as she laughs at a scene in the show. She wouldn’t be laughing if she was dehydrated, right? Maybe I’m just really tired. I grab a cool compress from the bathroom before settling back in next to her.

At some point, I drift into a light sleep. When I awaken again, Lacey is asleep next to me. I reach out, brushing her hair from her face and gasp at the intensity of her warmth. I begin to feel panic bubble in my chest, shoving the blankets off her body. She reacts instantly to the coolness with trembles.

“Lace.” I jiggle her a bit, wanting her eyes to open. She does so and smiles at me.

“Daddy?” She asks me, looking over at his pillow.

“He’s at work.” I remind her. She nods like she understands and then reaches for her sippy cup. She sucks down a few sips, this time keeping it down. I breathe a sigh of relief, grabbing the washcloth from the bed to cool it down again. When I return, Lacey is sitting in water.

“Did you spill?” I ask her, grabbing the cup and seeing it still full.

“Ah.” She points to her mouth.

“Here, bubba. Hold this on your head.” I tell her, reaching for my phone. I press Kevin’s name on FaceTime. We have an agreement that when he is out of town, he keeps his ringer on at night. So I’m not surprised when he answers before the second ring.

“Hi.” He says to me. Concern laces his brows together despite his obvious slumber before my call.

“Lacey is sick.” I say, biting my lip.

“What’s going on?” He asks, more alert now.

“She seems to have some kind of stomach thing. But… I’m worried she might be getting dehydrated.”

“Ugh.” He sighs, running a hand over his face. “What can I do?”

“Can you look at her?” I ask, turning the camera so it’s on Lacey. She is laying back in Kevin’s pillow motionless, mindlessly starting at the TV. I watch Kevin on the screen as he squints. He reaches over to turn the lamp on, then sits up further in bed.

“Go closer.” He asks me. I oblige and am silent as he looks at her. “I mean, she looks sick, but I can’t see much more than that.”

“Okay.” I sigh, looking away. “Sorry I woke you. I’m just worried. It feels.. not right.”

“If you feel you need to take her in, you should.”

“I don’t know. Every time I panic, she seems to magically get better. What if I bring her in and they think I’m a hypochondriac mom?”

“What if you don’t bring her in?” Kevin presses me. He’s sensing my anxiousness through the phone, digging in a little deeper to see if we can figure out an action plan. I shake my head, leaning back into our headboard.

“I’m going to wait.” I affirm to him. He nods in agreement with me.

“You’re there, hon. You can see better than me.” A large yawn pulls his lips apart and he hisses in a new breath.

“I should let you go.” I shake my head, looking again at the time. He must have just gotten to Chicago a few hours ago. He needs sleep if he is going to play tonight.

“Are you sure?” He asks me, sensing my mood.

I hesitate in responding. I take in the paleness of Lacey’s features as she dozes into sleep. I chomp on my bottom lip, feeling my breathing increase. My reluctancy is clearing and I’m feeling more sure of what I know. My fight or flight is clearly kicking in. Deep in my gut, I know something isn’t right.

“Kev.” I only say his name, then look at him with distress.

“Babe, I trust what you’re feeling. Take her.” Kevin encourages me. “You keep saying this isn’t right. Just go. I’ll call your mom for Luca.”

If I thought I was going to get relief from taking Lacey to the hospital, I was proven wrong instantly. The ER doctors took one look at her and rushed her into an open bed. They started poking and prodding her, checking reflexes and pupils and heart rate. Her temperature is close to 104 and her body shakes with chills as we all watch. They’re asking me question and I respond as much as I can. In one of the tests, the doctor doesn’t like what he sees. They’ve already started her IV which causes Lacey to begin dry vomiting.

“Mrs. Fiala, can you please head back to the waiting room?”

“What?” I ask, surprised that they want me to leave my young child.

“We are concerned for your daughter’s health. We need some space to give her the proper care she needs.” A nurse gently puts a hand on my elbow, easing me back. I am in stunned silence as they pull the curtain around my daughter’s bed.

“But, that’s my baby.” I cry to the nurse with me.

“It’s okay, mom. You’ve done all that you can. Let us take care of her.” She steps back into where Lacey is and I begin to panic. I grab my phone, rushing out of the room and throwing myself outside into the cool, winter night. I’m hyperventilating as I start to flip through my phone to get to my husband.

“Kevin!” I sob into FaceTime when he picks up. He snaps to attention at the desperate tears on my face. “The doctors-“ I cut myself off with a sob. “They think it’s bad. They’re running all these tests on her. Her fever is so high they started her IV before we even got into a room. She is barely responsive of their checks. They won’t even let me be with her right now.”

I’m sitting on the curb by the emergency area, snow soaking into my yoga pants, while I try to suck oxygen into my lungs. I’m sobbing so hard that I’m coughing. Kevin is watching me with wide eyes; he’s never seen me like this. The kids have certainly been sick before when he is out of town, but not like this. Nothing ever like this.

“I need you!” I finally yell at him.

“I’m coming. I’ll figure it out. I’ll drive if I have to.” He is moving around the hotel, throwing things into his overnight bag furiously. “I’ll let you know when I have a plan.” He assures me. “I love you. Go back and wait, baby.” I nod my head as the screen goes black. I go back to the curtain as the doctor is pulling it away.

“Mrs. Fiala, your daughter is severely dehydrated with a fever we need to contain as quickly as possible. She is taking the fluids a little better now, but she needs a higher level of care than we can provide her here. We are going to move her to the pediatric ICU. It’s precautionary but necessary. We need your approval to move her and begin treatment of her fever with a more intense reliever.”

“Yes. Please.” He nods and gives my arm a gentle pat.

“She will be in excellent hands upstairs.” I find myself nodding in agreement as he walks away, beginning the movement of my daughter.

“Mama.” I hear Lacey call for me. I wipe the tears from my cheeks and go to her, soothing her worry.

“I’m here, baby. Mama’s here.” My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out, looking at Kevin’s words.

Craig’s plane is in Chicago. He’s letting me use it. I’m on my way to you. It’s a simple text, but the relief pours through my body knowing Kevin is on his way. Luckily, the team is at the end of their road trip in Chicago and it’s a quick flight back to Minneapolis. Even luckier for us is the generosity of Wild Owner Craig Leopold.

Lacey is asleep when Kevin arrives.

“Dad’s here.” Lacey’s nurse, Kim, calls to me. Kevin appears and she shuts the door after he steps in. Because of Kevin’s popularity, they are taking precautions to make sure we have the privacy we deserve. Wild fan are generally respectful, but I’m appreciative of the hospital’s dedication to keeping our stay quiet.

“Hi. How are you? How is she?” He asks, enveloping me in his arms. I immediately start to cry into his chest, overwhelmed with the day and relief that he’s here with me. When I feel like I’ve taken enough of the pressure off, I pull back. Kevin wipes at my tears before I can.

“Better. Her fever is slowly coming down. They’ve given her two bags of fluids, but expect her to have a couple more before she can be discharged.”

“Wow. She looks tiny in that bed.” Kevin murmurs, taking my hand and leading me back to my chair. I sit in it while Kevin plops onto the bed next to Lacey. He reaches for her little hand, placing two of his fingers in her grip. She doesn’t stir from her sleep and Kevin frowns deeper. “Love you baby.” He whispers to her, kissing her forehead. His other hand smoothes her hair back from her delicate cheeks. “Wow, this sucks.” Kevin clears his throat with a cough. I can tell he is feeling emotional as he looks at our sick baby.

“Not great.” I confirm, placing a hand on his thigh.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here.” He shakes his head.

“You are now.”

“Feel like I let you down.” His lips pull into a tight, disgruntled line. I shake my head no.

“You can’t plan for babies getting sick.” I remind him.

When we arrive back home late that night, we relieve my mom of watching Luca. She insists he was an angel, not surprising as that’s what she always says. I thank her for her help as Kevin carries Lacey to the couch. She looks so small and her eyes are lowered in utter exhaustion. I frown deeply, feeling the tears poking at my eyes. I walk with my mom to the door and give her a hug.

“Seriously, thank you.” I say again, wanting her to know how much I appreciated her.

“Of course. You did the right thing. Always trust your gut.” She reminds me. “You know your child. You know what’s normal and what isn’t. Lacey is okay because you trusted that feeling.” I nod my head in appreciation then watch as she walks to her car and drives off. I release a heavy sigh, allowing my shoulders to return to a natural position. My muscles are tight and cramped. I rotate my neck from side to side to gain some more flexibility.

I move into the living room, taking in the sight of our sick daughter cuddling into Kevin’s chest. She looks much better than earlier. Flush has returned to her cheeks; her skin is full of color and plumpness that it lacked this morning. I take a seat next to Kevin on the couch, resting my forehead against his bicep. He’s still in his suit jacket, not willing to leave the hospital even to change. I feel the pressure of his lips on my head.

“Why don’t you go to sleep? I’ve got her.” I pull back, feeling the exhaustion begin to consume me. I look down at Lacey, watching intently as she draws breath evenly. Kevin senses my hesitation to leave. “Safest place in the world for her is right here with me.” He insists.

“I know, but I want to be with you.” I say to him. A soft smile tugs his lips up. He repositions Lacey into the crook of his other arm, grabbing a few couch pillows to support her weight.

“Come here, mama.” He murmurs. I place my cheek on the other side of his chest, reaching out for Lacey’s face to brush a few strands of matted hair from her skin. She twitches in her sleep so I pull back, drinking in the sight of her instead.

“When I gave her to the doctors, they were so concerned. I panicked. I’m sorry.” I shake my head at him. “You probably could have stayed in Chicago.”

“No. I couldn’t. I was already worried and then you called me again, I knew you were scared. I don’t give a shit about the game, babe. I had to come home.” I nod my head against him.

It isn’t long before my eyelids close. Kevin lets me sleep as long as possible before he awakens me.

“Sam... baby.” He calls gently. I shift off of him, looking down at Lacey who is still sleeping. She looks even better than when I drifted off. “Let’s go to bed.”

“She needs to be with us.”

“She will be.” He acknowledges as I stand. The three of us slowly make our way into the master bedroom, but not before I stop to check on Luca. He’s peaceful, unaware of the distress of the day.

Kevin has set Lacey in the middle of our bed. The sheets smell clean and I know my mom was doing laundry while she was here. Grateful doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel. I go to our closet with Kevin and we undress in silence. I pull on my comfiest pajamas before following him back to bed. Lacey has stretched out across his side. He gathers her back into his chest and settles into our mattress with her. His lips brush her forehead sweetly. She stirs at the feeling of his stubble on her nose. Her little hand reaches up for his face, resting on his cheek before falling to his neck.

“Her fever has stayed away.” Kevin tells me. “She feels normal.” I sigh in relief as I slide closer to them. I place my lips on the back of our daughter’s head. Kevin’s eyes find mine and it feels like an entire conversation wordlessly passes between us.

“Thank you.” I whisper to him.

“Call me anytime you need me. I’ll get to you as fast as I can.”

“I know.”

Of all the things in the world I'm sure of, Kevin’s love for us is at the top.

#letters in your last name au #Sam x kevin fiala #Kevin Fiala Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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thelivingdeceased · 2 months

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Happy Valentine’s Day !! | Edith and Nadia Appreciation Post :3

She stops suddenly, squinting at me against the sun. She holds her hand up to block it and I can see she's smiling. I laugh. "What?"

"I think I'm in love with you."

Something in my chest tightens but not in the way it did when Lynette and Nikolai said the same thing. It's a good feeling, as if I've been waiting to hear her say that for years. Maybe I have.

I smile back. "Yeah, I think I am too.

(Book Three of the Unreality)

It's a woman. She's painting worthy. Her dark hair is pulled back in a loose bun yet doesn't fall in her face much. It appears to be damp. Her skin is tan and freckled and she wears a leather jacket and a cool t-shirt. She kind of looks like she's judging me.

"Please be careful with my guitar. It was expensive." she says, borderline cringing. I adjust my hands to hold it more gently.

"Who are you?" I ask.

She steps towards me and holds a hand out, reaching for the guitar. She smiles. "Who are you?"

(A short story about Edith and Nadia living in New York as young adults)

"Me too." she slumps down until she's practically laying on the floor. I copy her, feeling my hair stick up against the couch. She looks up at the ceiling, her eyes darting back and forth as if she's observing the shapes made by the ceiling pattern. I look at her, observing the light makeup she's put on and the way some of it glitters in the warm overhead light. She turns to me and the glitter goes away. "Do you want to go get some ingredients to make cinnamon rolls? I don't want to sit around all Christmas. That's boring."

(Christmas Blues, Cryptid Falls)

And then she grabs my hand, and we sit in the hallway of the hospital, florescent lights keeping us awake. In another universe we might be sitting in a school office or something like that. But instead doctors walk by and there's a million different things beeping. I grip her hand tighter.

(Windell Falls, Cryptid Falls)

"I was in America when they landed on the moon." She whispers.

"Oh really?" I say. I didn't think she could get any cooler.

(Sleepless Cities)

It's a watercolour portrait of me and my guitar. And it's much better than Andre's macaroni bat. The detail is incredible, like something I would see in an art book or something. The colours blend naturally and the shade of the guitar in the painting matches the colour of my own guitar perfectly. It's beautiful.

I read the card. It's from Edith. I smile. "This is really lovely, Edith. When did you paint this?"

"Um, back in November I think. When we were doing game night or whatever."

"It's beautiful."

She sinks down her chair a bit. "It's nothing really. I do it for everyone."

"Liar." Andre grumbles. "You've never painted me."

Edith rolls her eyes and turns to grab the pillow behind her, saying, "That's cause you never hang out with me, you prick." She throws the pillow and hits him square in the head.

"I hang out with you all the tim—" She throws another pillow, interrupting him. Basira steps in.

(Christmas Blues, Cryptid Falls)

#happy valentine's day #!!#i love edith and nadia so so so much #im gonna go start a romance novel i’ve been wanting to write now #very excited #writing #writeblr #writeblr community #cryptid falls #excerpts #valentines day

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Gaon: “Why would you keep this from me?” (thank you for doing this! your fills are lovely)

(Okay soooo I got nearly 3k into this when I realized you specified for Gaon to being saying the line and I’m just gonna be real, didn’t happen that way TT^TT I’m sorry and I hope you like what I wrote for your prompt anyway. Also not me forgetting that there’s really no good way to end this kind of fic without it being hella trope-heavy and cringe. Apologies for any ooc confessions .-.)

Mature - Non-Explicit - Hanahaki - Happy Ending

Ga-on groans as his lower back hits the entryway table but not from the discomfort of the edge pushing into his spine. Instead, his sounds are from the way Yo-han is slotted against him, large hands, warm and insistent as he rucks up the bottom of Ga-on’s shirt. Yo-han’s fingers stroke the skin of Ga-on’s waist, his mouth a brand on the side of the younger's throat. It makes Ga-on shiver and twists his own fingers into the softness of Yo-han’s hair, urging him impossibly closer.

Yo-han slips a thigh between Ga-on’s legs and it causes Ga-on’s grip to tighten, pulling. The other seems not to mind as it earns him a growl and inspires more fervent attention on whatever skin Yo-han can reach.

They linger in the hall, making out like horny teenagers against the table, until the pressure between their groins, sweet with pleasure but torturous at the same time, gets to be too much. Ga-on is lifted from the ground by his hips. He gasps, the arousal from the act sparking down his spine. It’s ridiculously hot, the way that Yo-han can carry him to the master bedroom like he weighs nothing.

He can’t mentally follow the path to the bed, not with the way Yo-han is squeezing him and pausing any chance he gets to brace Ga-on against a flat surface and steal his breath with more kisses. Eventually, his back does hit the mattress though and Ga-on has a chance to sink back into himself while Yo-han hovers above him, staring down like Ga-on is something to be studied with his eyes and his body.

It’s electrifying, more so when Yo-han’s hands reach for Ga-on’s collar and starts popping each button slowly, one after another, pushing the sides apart, exposing more and more of Ga-on to be stared at.

After his shirt is off and Yo-han is as well, Ga-on turns back into a blur of pleasure and loses himself to the man intent on taking him apart.

Hours later, when Ga-on wakes up, there’s a strong arm around his middle, holding him flush against Yo-han’s similarly naked body and Ga-on’s brain spins so fast, working to compartmentalize this new reality that it makes him dizzy.

They’d dropped Elijah off at her physical therapy, an overnight evaluation, and left with the whole day ahead of them. Yo-han, eager, or as eager as Yo-han could seem, had detoured them to a small market street fifteen minutes from the Kang’s residence.

Ever since Ga-on had landed in Switzerland the both of them had been adamant about not letting him stay inside too much, showing him around the city even when he’d rather just relax in the reading room with Yo-han working and Elijah studying at his side. He’s only in the country for a short break, Elijah growing more instant in her emails that he’d needed to come and see them, or she’d hate him forever.

It had only taken one hesitant conversation with Yo-han, nervous that the older man, who’d only recently been receptive to speaking with him for the plane ticket to be arranged.

Ga-on hadn’t expected it to feel so easy, so right, to slip into their lives again, even if only for a brief few weeks.

Yo-han had dragged him around the stalls, pushing different snacks into his hands and buying things that Ga-on was sure they didn’t need. Yo-han had insisted that Elijah would be able to tell they’d stopped at the market and if they returned empty-handed, she’d likely throw a fit. Ga-on just laughed, able to see it in his mind's eye, and allowed himself to be pulled around for longer, arms laden with their shopping bags since Yo-han had paid.

After an early dinner, dropping their things off at the car, Yo-han had proposed a walk and without Ga-on’s prompting, upon passing a gelato cart, bought a small cup for them both to enjoy as they relaxed.

Ga-on needed to hide his smile into his sleeve and his cough as well. The ice cream helped to ease the slight burn in his throat. It only took a lap around the nearby park from where Yo-han’s SUV was for the sun to start setting and casting everything in a soft glow.

They’d made a final circuit, Ga-on’s ice cream melting, when Yo-han broke the comfortable silence.

“So, how are you finding your forced vacation?” Ga-on laughed and shook his head.

“It’s nice, you and Elijah are spoiling me.” He looked over to Yo-han and remembers feeling his breath catch uncomfortably. Yo-han had already been looking at him, hands in his pockets, soft in his cardigan with his hair loose over his forehead. The remaining sun had made his eyes glow. It was clear by Yo-han’s expression that he’d been fully aware of what he and his niece were doing. Ga-on had felt a tightness in his chest that was equal parts warm and sharp. He choked down a cough by shoving his last spoonful of gelato into his mouth.

Yo-han, apparently amused by the action, rolled his eyes and stopped their walk with a hand on the crook of Ga-on’s elbow. Suddenly alarmed, worried he’s somehow given himself away, Ga-on swallowed.

“What-” the question died in Ga-on’s throat as Yo-han trailed his hand from Ga-on’s arm up to the slide of his face, cupping his cheek. The tightness in Ga-on’s chest was a vice grip that only grew tighter the longer the contact had lingered, and Ga-on wondered if the strain of his body was noticeable as Yo-han swiped his thumb at the corner of Ga-on’s mouth. When he pulled his hand away, Ga-on had to fight the urge to chase after Yo-han’s callused palm and instead focused on the smudge of cream that had been collected from his lips.

“Once a baby deer always a baby deer it seems.” Yo-han was still all soft amusement like he couldn’t tell that Ga-on was on the verge of losing his mind even when Ga-on knew that the older could. Yo-han had always been able to read him, or at the very least he could navigate around Ga-on, keeping him right on the edge of his patience.

Ga-on, chest on fire, pressure in the back of his throat, at that moment, had run out. Then, when Yo-han smirked, so physically close, and brought his thumb up to lick the melted ice cream off like it was nothing, he’d snapped.

Something tickled at the back of Ga-on’s throat and there had been a terrifying second where he thought his secret would expose itself with an uncontrollable cough. He used that fear to justify surging forward and kissing the other man, tasting vanilla when Yo-han’s lips parted to meet him with the same amount of fervor. When they’d parted, Yo-han’s hand was back on his cheek, Ga-on holding on to the front of his cardigan, their foreheads touching.

The drive back home only took ten minutes.

Now, Ga-on is laying in the aftermath of his split-second break in composure. A smile curls onto his lips and he’s just about to sink into the warmth of Yo-han’s body when an uncomfortable pressure builds in the back of his throat. Ga-on tries, clenching his teeth together, to stifle the cough and instead feels himself choke. With a full-body spasm, he forces himself up from the bed, trying his hardest not to stir Yo-han as he moves his arm.

Rushing to the bathroom and locking the door behind himself, Ga-on manages to open the lid of the toilet right as his knees give out. The damned petals and blood spill into the basin with hacking he tries to quiet.

Purple-pink petals matted with blood and saliva hit the water and float, mocking him. Apparently, the pleasure of Yo-han’s attention is no longer strong enough to hold back the truth of Ga-on situation. He is in love. Unrequited and, for them, appropriately deadly.

In the moment, Ga-on had been able to trick himself he supposes, that a kiss had been more than a kiss, that the bruises Ga-on can feel littering his skin were promises, claims. He could pretend that when Yo-han was whispering words into the shell of his ear as he took him apart not hours ago. That he was telling Ga-on he loved him.

More petals force their way up Ga-on’s esophagus, and he tries his hardest not to retch too loudly as the taste of iron coats his tongue.

The first time the petals had shown up was during a facetime call with Elijah. They’d been talking about something silly, a show she shouldn’t have watched but Ga-on knew about, when, like a phantom, Kang Yo-han had passed by in the background.

Ga-on remembers it seeming like time had slowed, eyes immediately tracking the movement, taking in every new thing he could about the other man. Had his hair grown a bit? Was there less tension in his shoulders? He was there and gone before those questions could really be answered.

Elijah had rolled her eyes.

“He’s trying to be casual since he doesn’t know how to act like an adult apparently.”

Ga-on had felt something in the back of his throat and when he’d tried to clear it, assuring Elijah that he understood Yo-han’s hesitance to reopen direct lines of communication with him, he’d ended up getting locked in a coughing fit instead.

He had been able to recognize that Elijah, on the other end of the phone, was still talking, but Ga-on, staring down into his palm, couldn’t make out the words past the static building in his ears. There was a petal in his hand, small and shiny with his spit.

Ga-on had forced the panic down and managed to smile, making some off-handed comment about seasonal cases of flu and forcing the conversation to move on.

After he’d gotten off the phone with the young girl, he’d promptly had a panic attack and then dealt with it. And by dealing with it, he’d mostly gone about pretending there weren’t roots growing in his chest. A month later, when Yo-han had called him out of the blue, Ga-on had spat up not only the water he’d been drinking but a handful of petals as well.

He’d known for sure since then, what was in store. He just hadn’t expected it to develop so fast.

Ga-on splashes water on his face before making sure no evidence of the flowers has remained. There’s nothing he can see and a bit calmer, Ga-on grabs the mouthwash off the side of the counter just as Yo-han knocks on the bathroom door. Feeling his stomach swoop and a cough reflectively try to start up, Ga-on, mouth still full of Listerine, takes a moment to collect himself.

Yo-han leans against the doorframe, sweatpants slung low on his hips, chest bared once Ga-on unlatches the lock and opens the door. He’s glad that Yo-han apparently keeps an endless supply of silk lounge robes around his home, there had been one on the back of the bathroom door and Ga-on had slipped it on. It’s thin but Ga-on is glad to have a bit of modesty even if, with the way Yo-han looks at him, he feels just as naked as before.

“I woke up and you were gone,” Yo-han doesn’t say it as a question, nor a criticism, it’s a fact that demands an explanation. Ga-on spits the mouthwash and is thankful that it’s not pink with blood.

He does his best to smile, even as he can feel a petal stuck in the back of his throat.

“I woke up gross, wanted to take a shower.” There’s only a slight strain to his voice that could be blamed on sleep and his words aren’t completely untrue, he does still feel a lingering stickiness on his skin that sex always leaves.

Yo-han smirks, stalking forward into the bathroom, and Ga-on’s breath catches. He cages Ga-on against the sink, a hand sliding down the open v of the robe, leaving a trail of heat in the wake of the pressure.

“Did I not clean you up well enough?” Yo-han ghosts the words against the shell of Ga-on’s ear and the younger goes weak in the knees, flushing. Yo-han, after he’d thoroughly fucked Ga-on into the mattress, had taken a handful of minutes to carefully wipe him down with a damp towel. Yo-han’s hand continues lower and then under the loosely tied belt holding the robe together. Ga-on’s eyes slip closed as he gasps. “Let me try again, Ga-on-ah…”

They linger for a long time under the shower, clean, dirty, then clean again, until the water grows cold.

Ga-on spends the last week of his time with the Kang’s making them breakfast, playing games, and losing against both of them, while stealing kisses or quick orgasms when he and Yo-han can find the time away from Elijah, and vomiting up sweet pea petals and blood until the silk of the leaf turns into whole bloom and stems. He takes the pain it brings. Ga-on gives himself this half-fulfilled wish, indulging in what can only, at the end of the day, be some perverse summer fling, spurred on by proximity and unresolved tension…

It’s worth the hurt it earns him.

When it gets worse to the point that he almost can’t hide it, Ga-on manages to convince Yo-han that the reason his voice seems so scratched is a cold coming on. He has to make strategic escapes to the restroom in order to spill the evidence of his love down the drain.

As the hours tick down to Ga-on’s departure, the coughing fits get to a level he’s yet to have experienced previously. With Yo-han coming into his space more frequently, kissing his cheek, sliding up behind him to wrap Ga-on in his arms, and whispering words so low that Elijah, as she rolls around with disgust on her face but fondness in her eyes, can’t hear, it only exasperates his condition. The little moments of tenderness twist Ga-on’s heart and take his emotions on a rollercoaster ride that only ends up clogging his throat.

He’s packing his suitcase, double-checking he hasn’t left anything behind or given into the urge to stow away with something that doesn’t belong to him when he hears Yo-han stepping up behind him like he’s done countless times since the morning. Strong arms wrap around his waist, and even though Ga-on feels tension building against his ribs, he relaxes into the embrace. There’s a pair of lips pressing butterfly kisses on the nape of Ga-on’s neck and, raising a hand to rest over Yo-han’s, he lets out a shuddering breath.

They stand together like that for a countless number of minutes, and Ga-on thinks he can manage the flowers desperate to crawl up his throat, that is, until Yo-han shifts a hand to interlock their fingers and presses a kiss behind his ear.

“Stay.”

Ga-on’s entire body freezes.

There’s a beat where Ga-on thinks he might have misheard, but then his stomach rolls and there’s a pain in his lungs so sharp it leaves him gaping.

Mouth open, Ga-on knows there’s no stopping the downpour of flowers that are coming as he starts to heave. He still tries to get away from Yo-han, untangling their fingers and pushing away to get to the guest room's bathroom, the other man hot on his heels, asking what’s wrong as he follows. Ga-on can’t think past the burning in his chest and throat as he doubles over, just short of the toilet.

There’s no running away from the full blooms of sweat pea and primrose that spill over his hands, blood and saliva mixing with them. Ga-on knows that Yo-han registers exactly what they are by the way he goes deathly silent, crouched beside him without touching.

After his knees and the tiled floor are littered with flowers, Ga-on thinks the worst is over until he tries to suck in a deep breath only for his chest to seize and his next exhale is filled with green stems that scrape his insides raw.

Once the episode is over, petals stuck to his lips and chin, tears streaking down his cheeks, Ga-on is shaking and exhausted. There’s a hesitant touch to his shoulder and Ga-on can’t stop himself, even if he knows he should shift away, from swaying into Yo-han’s sturdy chest.

“Ga-on-ah?” Yo-han says his name like a question and it’s a struggle for Ga-on not to sob as Yo-han’s hand rests against his head, carding through his hair.

He gives Ga-on a few moments to calm down, at least until he’s no longer trembling and able to clean his face of petals, blood, and tears. They lapse into uncomfortable silence, Ga-on no longer leaning against the other man, looking down at the evidence of his affliction in shame.

“Why would you keep this from me?” There’s no accusation in the question but Ga-on knows, can see it in the pinch of Yo-han’s mouth when he does look back at the other man that he is mad. Ga-on doesn’t think that the frustration is only directed toward him.

“I…” Ga-on winces at the word grates on his fried vocal cords. “I thought it would be easier.” Yo-han’s expression only sours further.

There’s another lengthy pause, Yo-han clearly collecting himself before sighing deeply. It makes Ga-on feel worse somehow, how resigned the other man seems.

“Is it…” Yo-han doesn’t finish the question but Ga-on can fill in the blank himself, and suddenly it’s not the roots that are sparking heat in his chest but anger.

“It’s not Soo-hyun, how- it’s been almost a year Yo-han,” indignation floods his tone, and given the last few days they’ve spent practically wrapped around each other, there’s disbelief too. Ga-on takes a breath and chokes back a cough, settling himself. “How could it be anyone but you?”

Yo-han seems to deflate and Ga-on doesn’t understand the reaction until Yo-han reaches forward, hesitant in a way that the younger isn’t used to. His palm is warm, and it hurts Ga-on as much as it makes him feel at ease as he presses it against Ga-on’s chest. Ga-on feels another wave of flowers desperate to escape his lungs.

“Then I don’t understand.” Neither does Ga-on, but Yo-han continues, shifting to cup Ga-on’s face with both hands, expression something tragic. Ga-on hasn’t seen him look like this since the night Ga-on had gone to kill him, to betray him for the last time. “Have I not shown you enough, how you mean to me? The place you hold in my life and in my heart? Is it that you can’t believe someone like me could return those sentiments for you or do you need me to say the words for you to understand that you have my affection, my love?”

Ga-on feels like he’s slack-jawed, reaching up to clutch at Yo-han’s hands still on his face, now thumbing away the tears that are falling. Ga-on hiccups on a laugh.

“You’re so dramatic.” His reaction earns a chuckle from Yo-han as well.

“You’re the one dying by floral asphyxiation because you can’t connect the obvious dots and I’m the one who’s being dramatic? Didn’t I train you better than that?” Ga-on can’t help the relieved, almost hysterical laughter that starts, but his body has other ideas and almost immediately the laugh is cut off by a horrible press at the back of his throat.

Ga-on gasps for air and spasm in pain. Yo-han immediately shifts to rub at Ga-on’s back, large palm a welcomed comfort as Ga-on throws up the largest number of flowers and stems yet, the plants dropping heavy into his lap and not easing up. Ga-on cries through the episode. He thinks he hears Yo-han muttering soft and encouraging words to him but over the rush of blood in his ears, he can’t make out more than the tone.

Just when he’s sure that it will go on forever until Ga-on is just a fountain of ruined blooms for the rest of his life, there’s one final, agonizing retch, and it’s not only petals that come up but tangled roots matted with what can only be clots of blood and the remaining flowers that had been trapped inside his body.

Once it’s over and Ga-on finishes spitting up the blood he can’t force himself to swallow, he slumps over for Yo-han to catch, eyes half-lidded.

“See,” Yo-han starts, a worried waver in his voice. “Dramatic.”

Ga-on attempts a half-hearted snort but he’s not sure it has the effect he wants; it hardly matters.

“I hope you know I’m not giving you an option anymore. You’re staying now.” Yo-han is stroking through his hair again and Ga-on nods in agreement.

The roots in his lungs might be gone now, but he’s sure they’ve only been replaced with more permanent, much more desirable ones instead.

Thank you for reading.

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#gahan #lawful husbands #the devil judge #kim gaon #kang yoohan #dialouge prompt #prompt fill #kdrama fanfic

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lacontroller1991 · 2 years

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Hold On Tight (Ed Baldwin x F!Reader)

A direct continuation of Worth the Wait

Gif Credit: @edwardbaldwin

Summary: You and Ed wait for rescue to come.

Word Count: 980

Main Master List Misc Master List

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 1, language, medical jargon, I do not know what happens after the events of episode 1, but let's just pretend that this happens

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After the elevators came back online, you had managed to drag Ed into the elevator with the help of Amber and get him up to the shuttle pad, where Karen, Jimmy and the rest of the wedding party wait for the shuttle to arrive to take them home. Upon seeing her ex-husband, Karen quickly rushes over and places a firm hand on his chest, concern written all over her face. “Ed? Are you okay? What happened?” Ed begins to lean forward into her grasp, but your vice grip on his arm holds him firmly against you.

“Fucking step took out my leg,” Ed winces as he tries to apply pressure but decides against it. “Where’s Danny?”

“He’s missing? I thought he was with you guys?” Jimmy butts in, panic in his eyes as he looks at you. “You promised mom and dad you would take care of us. How could you let hi-”

“Jimmy. You cut that out,” Ed commands, shutting the younger brother up and you squeeze his side in thanks. “Danny went out there. He’s the one who cut off the thrusters.”

“He did what?” Karen questions in fear before storming over to the console. “Commander LaPorte, that’s Danny out there. You get him back in this instance.” A static ‘yes ma’am’ comes back through the feed as Danielle takes Amber’s place before helping you guide Ed to prop up against a bench.

“Looks like that commanding spot is all mine, old man,” Dani jokes as Ed swats her hand away while you sink to the floor, sitting shoulder to shoulder with Ed.

“Don’t be too happy Poole. I’ll be nice and healed up by 4 years. You ain’t got nothing on me,” Ed’s forehead shines with precipitation as he struggles to sit up. You loosen the belt to your dress, unintentionally showing your cleavage as you lean over Ed. He tries his best not to stare, but he does anyway. Dani is quick to pinch him for his behavior.

“Ed, I’m gonna need to splint this leg,” you look around before spotting a panel that fell from the ceiling and spotting another belt. “Alright, Dani, I need you to grab that panel and fold it into thirds. You,” you point to one of the guests, “I need your belt.” He instantly hands you his belt as Karen kneels down beside you.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” She asks in a hushed voice as you unintentionally roll your eyes at her.

“Yes, Karen. I know very well what I’m doing,” she nods as Dani hands you the panel. “You might wanna bite down on something,” you unfasten his belt and pull it off of him, folding it half and holding it in front of his mouth. “I’m gonna need you to bite down.” He eyes it hesitantly.

“Why?”

“Just do it,” you give him a small little nod of reassurance as he opens his mouth, allowing you to slot the belt between his teeth. “Alright, I’m going to lift your leg, it’s going to hurt.” You turn to Dani who remains by your side while Karen comforts Amber and Jimmy. “Dani, I need you to lift his leg while I place this under it. Understand?” She nods her head, moving into an easier position. “Alright, go,” you cringe as Ed screams into the belt, causing you to make quick work of pushing the panel under his leg and tightly securing it to his body. “It’s ok, Eddy. It’s ok. It’s over,” his chest heaves as Dani slowly lowers his leg, now tightly secured. Slipping behind his frame, you gently take the leather out of his mouth as you rest his head against your chest, stroking his hair as his left hand squeezes your exposed thigh in comfort. “I’m sorry but I had to do it.”

He shakes his head, relishing in the feeling of your frame against his, before nudging your neck with his forehead. “Thank you for staying.” His breath is hot against your exposed skin and you have to try your hardest to not look over to where Karen stands, staring daggers at you.

“I will stay forever with you if you want,” he tilts his head up, his hazel eyes meeting yours.

“Do you mean that? Will you move back to Houston for me?” You press a tender kiss to his forehead, looping your fingers between his.

“I’d move to Mars for you, Ed Baldwin.” He scoffs with a frown.

“Doubt that’s going to happen now,” he comments but you shake your head in denial.

“Your leg will heal in about 6 months, Mars is four years away. You have time,” your words comfort him as medics finally arrive with a board and other first aid supplies. Scooting out of the way you let them pick Ed up and place him on the board, his hand still holding yours.

“Do you mean it? You’ll move to Houston for me?” He asks one last time as you squeeze his hand.

“Every fucking word. Soon as I get home, I’ll start packing immediately.”

“I-,” he stammers over his words as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. “I love you.” He states loud enough for only the people directly around him to hear.

“I love you too,” you press a chaste kiss to his lips, giggling as he tries to raise his head and deepen it. “Just hold on tight, they’re going to get you back home and get you fixed up. I’ll be there shortly.”

His face falls, “you’re not going with me?”

“I need to make sure Danny is alive. But I'll be there as soon as possible. I promise. Just… get home safe.” He nods his head as his hand slowly slips out of yours.

“I’ll see you back in Houston.”

“See you back in Houston.”

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blissfulbqrnes · 2 years

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Crybaby

summary; he loves seein’ you cry

warnings; smut (oral fixation, dirty talk, dacryphilia, name-calling, teasing, begging), pet names, hella swearing, cringe couple costumes, roomie elaine being fruity af for u but like same, a cameo from the 1D boys, drinking, partying.

word count; blurb (1.4k)

note; Happy belated Halloween, whores<3 did not proofread i will sometime soon tho😁

Harry stood behind you, arms locked tight around your waist watching you muse the fresh curls on your head. You made sure the pink and blue on the ends of your hair was as good as you could get.

“Okay, now I’m done, what do y’think,” standing in front of the closed shower curtain, you spun around careful not break and ankle in your sleek, black high heels.

“Y’look like we might not make it to this party” He grinned, pulling you into him. His tattooed hand gripped your jaw, mushing his lips against yours, he swatted your bum making you squeal against his harsh kiss. Before he could push his tongue into your mouth, you shoved him away and completely out the bathroom door with a grunt.

With his hands held up in a surrender, he plopped down onto the couch next to your roommate, Elaine. She was clad in something to resemble Jennifer Check. Just before you shut the door once more her eyes ran down your figure with raised brows.

“Lemme just say if Harry wasn’t here-“ She began, pausing to look Harry straight in the eyes, “We could y’know,” She smirking making scissoring motions with her fingers.

“Oh, please. Don’t let me prevent your fun, ladies,” Harry snorted, adjusting the the rings of his hands. You cackled from behind the cracked door, continuing to check yourself out in the huge mirror.

“Now we can go,” You clicked the light off in your bedroom and in the bathroom, walking out the door, phone and car keys in hand, with Harry and Elaine following close behind.

“I pay rent for this shit-hole. We don’t have to knock,” Harry waltzed in like he owned the place, considering he pretty much did. Niall and Amelia waved to you from the top of the stair case.

Louis and Zayn both in there Shaggy and Scooby costumes, came in not long after you guys did. Carrying tons of different alcohol from white claws to various types of tequilas.

“How much did you spend on this?” Elaine gasped following them into the kitchen. She had a thing for Zayn so maybe she could get lucky tonight.

“Well, Mr J, guess it’s just me and you~” You were interrupted by Liam, the biggest cockblock thats ever lived, “And me” He informed, flicking Harry on the back of the neck to get his point across.

“Fucks sake, Liam. Go bother Louis!” Harry grumbled shoving Liam in the direction of the kitchen, pulling you away from his man-baby of a best friend.

“You said something about not makin’ it to this party.. What did you mean by that, hm?” You looked up at him, sounding all pure and innocent. Knowing full and well what he meant earlier.

“Y’know, jus’ that I planned on bending y’over and taking y’against the sink” He was so nonchalant about it, which only made in so much more teasing.

The party had only just begun and you already knew what you were going to do after it was over.

…

“Y’practically gaggin’ for it aren’t ya?” Harry nipped at your jaw, making you shudder. Goosebumps forming under the strokes of his fingertips on your skin. He thumbed at your bottom lip, forcing your mouth to open.

His thumb pushed between your kiss-swollen lips. “Suck,” He commanded, pushing down on your tongue, ever so slightly. A sadistic smirk took over his features as he watched you suck his thumb exactly how you would his cock. The huge faux tattoo seemed to be smiling back at you.

You hummed against his finger, looking up at him through thick lashes. “What?” He asked with raised brows, “Oh wait, y’can’t even speak. Too busy trying’ to choke on me thumb” He chuckled, shaking his head.

He pulled his finger back, still smiling at you teasingly, pressing it against your clothed slit. The thin underwear did nothing but get in the way, which frustrated you greatly.

“Please,” you whined, making Harry’s eyes shoot your face. His brows raised silently asking you what you wanted. He was enjoying watching you squirm for him.

“Quit your whinin’ or I’m gonna leave you to finish yourself off.” Did he really just threaten you? Yes, yes he did. And he meant every bit of it.

Tears of irritation began to well up in your eyes, a few of them dribbling on to your hot face. You tried your hardest not to sob out pleas, but he’s making it very difficult. “Are y’really cryin’? Hell, I’ve barely touched you,” thats the exact reason tears strolled down your face, because he was barely touching you.

Nodding your head the best your abilities, since it was against your pillows, shame written all over your face, “But y’were so big and bad earlier! What happened to the big girl who was rubbin’ all up on m’cock at the party, hm?”

He was referring to how you simply couldn’t take your hands off of him at his frats halloween party. I mean how could you? In his joker get up, the way he mirrored how he looked in the club scene from the 2016 suicide squad film.

He adored the Harley Quinn inspired costume you wore as well, but no where near as much as you enjoyed his. The unbuttoned white shirt showing off his inked chest and pectorals, barely giving the slightest glimpse of the ferns on his hips.

Your whining was slowly getting him frustrated “Knock it off,” He grunted, keeping piercing eye contact. If looks could kill. You’d be six feet deep right about now.

Tugging at the Gucci belt he wore to make his slacks a little less loose around his narrow waist. His cock, hard and throbbing against his black trousers.

He wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing a bit to make you lock eyes with him, “Get up” He asked ordered, pulling you by your ankles to speed up the process, you squealed holding onto his biceps as he manhandled you.

He pushed you down, helping you stand on weak legs, keeping a hand on your hip to ensure you don’t collapse. Tear tracks were still evident on your cheeks only spurring him on further. Pressing down onto your lower back making you arch, your dress was pulled over your head, leaving you in nothing.

He jerked his cock a bit at the sight of you bare, bent over with your back arched, and your glistening pussy on full display for him and only him. Slapping himself against your clenching cunt, before slowly pushing just the tip in.

You somehow managed, through his rough grip, to push yourself back into him, forcing his pelvis to slap against your ass. “Y’so impatient, darlin’” He tutted ringed fingers pressing onto the column of your marked neck.

The position he manipulated your body into had forced you onto your limp legs, the only option was to take his brutal thrusts that sent you forward with each one.

“Mm~ yeah! Tha’s so good,” the pitch of your moans was damn near enough for him to just cum on the spot. And they almost did. Almost. It felt like he picked up the pace, which didn’t even feel physically possible for a human to move like this for such a long period of time.

Fingertips danced across your swollen clit making incoherent words spew from your pretty lips. “Love how responsive y’are f’me” He spoke huskily, his accent much thicker than usual given the circumstances.

You simply allowed him to move you into whatever place he wanted. Completely giving him free reign over you.

More tears began to well up in your eyes. Your mascara and eye liner that you applied earlier entirely smudged off. This time it was out of irritation. No, he was just fucking you so good it made you cry.

He could hardly understand you. All of your “yes’s” and “so good’s” began to form into a huge mess of word vomit. His bicep ended up around your neck keeping you steady at his hips never stopped.

His stamina, stroke game, dirty talk, tongue abilities, all of it. Absolute god tier shit.

And the jealousy you felt towards other girls who had experienced it all before you even had the chance, left your body after tonight. Just the way he grabbed a hold of you in the middle of the party, all possessive whenever Louis would jokingly flirt with you. It made you realize that he had only fucked you for the last two years. And hopefully for the rest of your lives.

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devilyn · 3 years

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is that too much to ask? | tsukishima kei

— alexa, play: love somebody by lauv

I don't wanna be the one to say

That we gotta have a conversation

I don't wanna watch the tears roll down your face

Know, I hurt you, and I, I'm sorry

All I wanted was to love somebody

— synopsis: tsukishima avoids physical affection with you as often as he can, and you wonder what it is that you’re doing wrong in your relationship.

— genre: angst, happy endings, & the product of my writer’s block

— word count: 2.6k

You knew Tsukishima wasn’t the affectionate type--you knew that when you asked him out in your second year of high school. You knew that if you hugged him in front of his volleyball teammates, he’d stiffen and cringe away from your touch. It was natural for you to start reaching your arms out towards him before stopping yourself and resorting to a proud pat on the arm and a bright smile. It was to the point where even Hinata once commented that he’d never even see the two of you hug.

Now that the two of you were in university, and almost three years into your relationship, you started wondering what exactly it was about physical affection with you that Tsukishima hated so much. You started to experiment--slipping your hand into his when you walked back to your shared apartment together after his long volleyball practices, or tossing your arms around his neck in excitement after he wins a tough match. Each time, he’d react the same way. He would pull his hand from yours, or he’d put his hands on your shoulders and put some distance between the two of you.

At first, you believed it to be embarrassment. He didn’t like PDA--you could understand that. Even you had a limit to how much you could flaunt your relationship status in public. But even when the two of you were in the comfort of your apartment, you wondered why he never initiated any physical affection.

“Kei,” you whispered his name softly, and he looked up from his phone to meet your eyes. “Do you...not love me?”

He blinked, raising both brows in genuine surprise and slowly lowering his spoonful of cereal back into his bowl.

“...Are you dumb?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and tightening your grip on your keys.

“It’s whatever,” you murmured, pulling the front door open and not bothering to spare him a glance over your shoulder. “I’ll see you.”

You left quickly to not have to deal with the aftermath of your sudden question, the door shutting firmly behind you.

Was it selfish of you to want more proof of his love for you? Sure, there were small things. Things like how he always helped you study for your exams if he could, or how he’d make you a cup of coffee before you left because he knew you struggled with staying awake during your morning classes. You knew he loved you because of these things.

But there was always a small voice in the back of your head asking if he only did those things to drag your stagnant relationship on. For a year now, it felt as if every day was the same with him. Actions were repetitive, dates were infrequent and only occurred when you asked, and at times, each day with him felt like a clone of the previous. Which is why you started wanting to hold his hand, and melt into his warm embrace.

Your fingers tightened on your tumbler, holding the contents of your boyfriend’s love--the coffee he made you this morning.

Even at home, he would merely pet your head when you cuddled into his side on the couch. Kisses were rare unless you initiated, and he’d always tease you whenever you whined about wanting him to kiss you first. It’s not like you two never had sex either, so what was so wrong about your relationship that left you wanting more?

Your phone buzzed in your other hand, and you glanced at it briefly.

u ok?

You tucked your phone back into your pocket without replying. You never should’ve asked. Now you’ve disrupted the peace you had in your stagnant relationship.

Though, maybe it was okay to want more.

“Is it really a problem?” Kuroo sipped his drink through his straw, raising a brow in your direction. “You’ve been dating for three years. I’m more surprised that you didn’t bring this up to him earlier.”

Your fingers tapped rhythmically against the half empty tumbler, teeth gnawing anxiously at your lower lip.

“...I think I was too scared in the beginning,” you murmured.

“Mm,” your friend hummed softly in agreement. “You’ve changed. You were always affectionate before.”

You blinked, raising your gaze from the table between the two of you to meet Kuroo’s grin.

“How’d you know that? We just became friends in uni--”

“Tsukki told me,” he cut you off, and your fingers stopped tapping against your drink. “And it’s not like I don’t notice that you hug me more than you hug your boyfriend.”

“First of all, don’t say things that can be so easily misunderstood,” you tossed a crumpled up napkin at the former captain, and he quickly dodged it with a short laugh. “Second, what do you mean Kei told you? He said I used to be more--affectionate?”

This was news to you. You never thought that he would notice how you changed to make him feel more comfortable with your relationship.

It was true that towards the beginning of your relationship, you were always scared of upsetting him, so you did everything you could to change to his needs. You held back words you knew he wouldn’t want to hear, and only ever spoke up if something truly bothered you. It worked up until the end of your first year before you started opening up to him slowly. But something you could never seem to breach was Tsukishima’s habit of avoiding physical affection.

“You know how he is,” Kuroo waved his hand dismissively, “Your boyfriend’s terrible with emotions. I tell him all the time that I’m surprised you lasted so long--”

“Don’t talk badly about him like that,” you scolded your friend with a scowl, to which he snickered quietly.

“Well, you can’t deny it, can you? He sucks, but he has his good points. That’s why you’re still dating him, right?”

It was true that you couldn’t deny it. Tsukishima had many faults, and his lack of desire for physical affection was only one of them. Still, you were just as much at fault for not communicating with him out of fear that he’d leave you.

“He’s just scared, y’know,” Kuroo rested his chin in his upturned palm. “Just like you. Even after three years, he’s not used to affection. Why don’t you just talk to him instead of sulking about it to me? I feel like I might as well be the third person in your relationship with how often you two come to me about each other.”

You were quiet for a bit, swirling the now cold coffee around as you processed the thought of confronting the issues you’ve been burying for so long.

“...he’d never date you,” you finally murmured, turning your gaze out the window.

“Ah, and you would?”

You didn’t need to look up to see Kuroo’s smug smirk.

“You wish.”

But no matter how much you didn’t want to admit it, there was some truth in Kuroo’s words. You had used him as a therapist far too many times, when your issues could easily be solved by confronting your fears and sitting down to talk with the man you lived with.

If only speaking to Tsukishima about your problems was as easy as it sounded.

By the time you finally gathered up the courage to even speak his name, your boyfriend was standing from the dinner table to grab your plates and heading towards the sink where his dishwashing responsibilities awaited him. The sight of his broad back seemed to glue your lips shut.

You couldn’t get the words out.

“Do you hate being touched by me?” was the first thing you wanted to ask.

“Is it wrong for me to ask for you to tell me you love me sometimes?” would probably be the second, paired with, “Can you just kiss me once in a while without complaining about it?”

It all felt so childish, even before the words left your lips. So instead, you sat frozen in your chair, gazing at your boyfriend’s back that you longed to embrace.

Slowly, you stood. Before your brain could tell you how stupid of an idea this was, your feet moved forward until you were standing just a step away from Tsukishima’s much taller form.

Your arms wrapped around his waist from behind, and you could feel the way he jolted in surprise as you rested your cheek against his warm back.

“I’m washing--”

“Do you hate me?”

Silence.

Well, that question didn’t come out as expected, though it’s not like you didn’t wonder that too.

“Don’t turn around,” you pleaded quietly over the running water. To someone else, you must’ve looked like a fool, clinging onto your boyfriend like your life depended on it while he soaped up your dirty dishes.

He granted your wish, and didn’t whirl around to pull away from your touch. Instead, he continued scrubbing at your dinner plates.

“You have until I finish washing the dishes to explain yourself,” he stated calmly, and your arms tightened around his waist. It was a demand.

“I heard...from Kuroo that you said I used to be more affectionate before we started dating,” you stammered out quickly, “If you knew that, then why do you get so stiff and push me away when I try to initiate physical affection even after we’ve been dating for three years? Do you hate being touched by me so much?”

The kitchen was quiet, now that your boyfriend was drying the dishes. His hand stopped moving robotically over the wet plates, and he slowly set them down on the counter instead. You could tell he wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure how. So you continued.

“I do know that you love me, Kei,” you murmured weakly, voice muffling against his shirt as you shifted to rest your forehead against his broad back instead. “I do. I know you’re always thinking of me, and I love that about you. But when you push me away, I can’t help but think that you’re just pretending to love me for the sake of convenience.”

“If I wanted convenience, I wouldn’t date you,” he mumbled under his breath, and the words stung to the point that your arms dropped from around the middle blocker’s waist.

No longer confined by your embrace, Tsukishima spun around and grabbed your shoulders, his eyes wide with panic.

“Y/N wait--I didn’t mean it that--”

“You’re such an ass,” you averted your gaze from his, trying to blink away the tears that began to blur your vision.

“Listen--” his voice was frantic, but you didn’t let him continue. You were scared to hear what would come next if you did.

“I guess I was wrong, and the voice in my head is right,” you cut him off, voice trembling. “So I’ll just tell you everything that I held back since it’s all going to fall apart anyway.”

It took all your courage to turn your teary gaze back to his deceivingly sorrowful golden eyes.

“Is there something so disgusting about me that you don’t even want to hold me? Even after this many years?” you began, fully prepared to spill every one of your fears from the past three years. “Am I asking for too much when I ask you to kiss me every once in a while? Is it wrong for me to want you to just tell me you love me sometimes? Am I a bad person for thinking our relationship has become so boring because neither of us want to make the first step to try and change because we’re both scared of scaring each other away?”

You rubbed your arm against your eyes, trying to pretend like you weren’t sobbing into your sleeve. Though you’re sure you weren’t a very good actor, with the way you hiccuped and took shaky breaths between your questions.

“Did I make a mistake trying to change myself to fit your standards? Should I have never confessed to you back--”

Your voice was suddenly muffled into your boyfriend’s chest, and you gasped at the suddenness of his hug.

“Please don’t regret it,” he requested weakly, his voice trembling just as much as yours.

Those simple words were all it took for your sobs to come out freely, your shaky hands clawing upwards to grip onto Tsukishima’s t-shirt, clinging onto him as if he was the only thing keeping you grounded. It was a hug you’d been craving for ages--one he initiated. You hated that it took you throwing your heart at him for it to happen, but what were you to do?

He allowed you to cry as he continued.

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he murmured into your hair. “There’s nothing wrong with what you want. I was...just scared, like you said.”

“Of what?” was what you wanted to ask. And like he read your mind, Tsukishima elaborated.

“The more I hug you, and the more kisses we share, the more I fall for you,” he whispered, as if fearful of the words he was admitting to you. “The deeper I fall, the more scared I get that you’ll leave me when you remember how bad of a boyfriend I am. I want to give you 100% of me, but at the same time, I’m too scared to do exactly that.”

Your cries were quieting down, and you took shaky breaths, inhaling his familiar scent each time. Just his embrace managed to soothe your frantic sobs.

“So I avoided anything that would make me fall too much in love with you, but it’s already too late,” he laughed bitterly, pulling back slightly so he could cup your cheeks, thumbs brushing at the wet streaks staining your skin. Your lips pursed into a small pout, and he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. “I already love you too much to let go of you, and you know it.”

“...you’re really, really not allowed to be cute right now,” you grumbled, and he laughed.

“Yeah, I could say the same to you,” he joked, leaning forward so his lips could brush over your forehead.

“...can you kiss me now?” you murmured shyly, and his grin morphed into a weak smile before his hands tilted your jaw up towards him. His lips met yours softly, and though this wasn’t your first kiss, it was the first time you’d felt this way with Tsukishima in three years.

When he pulled away, you were crying again.

“Stop crying,” he cursed, “If someone saw you right now, they’d think I was bullying you.”

You babbled something incoherent through your tears of joy, and your boyfriend’s expression softened in a way you hadn’t witnessed in what felt like years.

“You have to take responsibility, you know,” his palms cupped your jaw, pulling your teary gaze back up to his as his thumb brushed over your lower lip. “For making me fall so deeply in love with you again.”

You laughed, tears dripping down your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around Tsukishima’s neck to pull him down into another love-filled kiss.

“Until when?” you grinned when you pulled away, his eyes closed as he sighed happily and rested his forehead against yours.

“Until I make up for the three years I put you through,” he mumbled, and you smiled softly as your lips grazed over his lightly. As you pulled back, he leaned forward and peppered kisses across your face.

“So, until forever?” you teased with a quiet giggle.

“Until forever,” he whispered, lips meeting yours once more.

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sableseb · 3 years

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Okay but Bucky figuring out that the reader has a public sex kink and him just fucking her in public places

Mmmm. Yes. A thousand times yes. Enjoy this headcanon!.x

warnings: smut, dirty talk, slight dacryphilia, public sex, mirror sex

• Bucky wouldn’t notice it at first. You guys are out with friends, trying to get him to open up more. He loves you. Truly. But, he can’t stand these public appearances.

• He’d much rather be home, away from wondering eyes and the fire of questions coming from every direction. It gets to be too much too quick.

• His gloved hand meets your thigh, grabbing your attention. Can we please go? He asks, with blue eyes shining. And without hesitation you take his hand in yours and lead the way to the exit.

• But, the slight hitch in your breath when his hand may have came a little too close to the apex of your thighs didn’t slip by him. He knows those stuttered breaths all too well.

• So, an idea forms. Inevitably, he’d be tagging along with you to a social event soon. And what better place than your friend’s dinner party to test this little theory of his out?

• The party’s lively. People talking, laughing…it made Bucky cringe. He’s so tired, ready to go home and call it a night.

• But, he sees you in that tight little cocktail dress that makes his heart pick up its steady pace. And he suddenly remembers that he can have some fun if he tries.

• He walks up to you, coming in real close behind you, hips flushing against your backside. He hears you suck in a breath. And that’s when he knows he has you.

• Baby, I’m bored.

• You knew Bucky hated these things. But, he went along with all your plans to make you happy. And suddenly, you felt awfully selfish. Deep down you just wanted him to feel included. Maybe it’s time to give it up.

• We can go home. It’s okay. I won’t drag you out anymore. It’ll just be you and me. You tell him with a smile, grabbing his hand to make your way through the bustle of bodies.

• But, he doesn’t budge. He stays firmly planted to the spot. Bucky? C’mon. It’s okay, really.

• The look he gives you is the one you know all too well. And when he gets like this, there’s no stopping him. No amount of begging and pleading could get him to keep his hands off you. It makes wetness pool between your thighs.

• Oh, princess. Not that kind of bored. he says with that damn smirk and that sinful tongue peaking out between those reddened lips. God. That mouth. He can make you come undone in a matter of seconds. Your clit pulses at the thought of his lips wrapped tightly around it. The sweet suction brings you complete and utter bliss each time.

• Bucky, not here. You lower your voice and step closer to him so you don’t draw too much attention. We can leave. We can finish this at your apartment. Let’s go. You try to reason with him, but you should’ve known all reasoning with James Barnes goes out the window when he has his eyes set on something.

• He leans in close to you, tracing his nose along your jaw and up to your ear. You glance around frantically, making sure no one is paying attention to his little show.

• I don’t think so, doll. You take me to these things, wearing next to nothing and expect me to not do something about it? I know you, dirty girl. I know you’ve thought about me fucking that tight cunt where anyone can see.

• It’s truly over for you now. His low tone and words cause you to rub your thighs together. You need him. You always do. And you need him now.

• You wanna fuck me? Then what’re you waiting for?

• Bucky’s eyes harden a fraction before wrapping a firm hand around your wrist and jerking you to the nearest bathroom.

• He’s bending you over the sink, gripping your dress and raising it above your hips.

• Oh, fuck…no panties? You’re just begging to be filled.

• And he’s right. You feel so empty without him. The sweet friction of his cock dragging along your walls is a feeling you’ll never get enough of. You want him in you as much as possible…and he’s more than happy to fulfill that request.

• His gloves land on the marble counter with a light slap. His hands go to massage your ass, kneading and pulling. Your head falls limp against the mirror, loving the feeling his hands bring. Taking his vibranium hand away, he reaches for your hair, fisting it and pulling you back so that you’re face to face with your reflection.

• I don’t think so, doll. Want you to watch as I fuck you senseless.

• His right hand guides his leaking tip out of his jeans and between your folds. He nudges your clit a few times, which causes you to let out a pitiful sob. You’re already so wet from his words alone that he slides in almost effortlessly.

• With a hand on your hip and the other still tangled tightly in your hair, he’s thrusting in you erratically. He’s fucking his tension out on you. The crowd, the chatter, this fucking dress hugging all your curves…he shatters and he’s making sure you feel every inch of him.

• Your pussy is throbbing around his thick girth. He’s nudging your cervix with each harsh snap. The marble digs into your hips and you can feel the bruises start to form.

• Looking at Bucky in the mirror, you see how focused he is. His brows are furrowed as he looks at the spot where you’re both connected, reveling in the way you swallow him up so effortlessly. You can see the way your ass ripples under his hips with each hit. Watching him work himself into you has heat rising along your body.

• The squelching sounds grow louder and your climax climbs quicker. Bucky meets your eyes in the mirror and shoots you a grin.

• Know you’re close. C’mon. Cum on my dick. Know how badly my slut wants it. Tell me. Tell me how bad you want it.

• Please, James, you beg, I wanna cum so fucking bad. I’m so close.

• He loves hearing you beg, almost as much as he loves watching your tears fall along the apple of your cheeks. It makes his balls tighten and his teeth grit. Bucky can’t seem to control himself with you. And you never want him to.

• Your body pulls taut and your orgasm rushes over you. You let out a wail, legs trembling as he still tries to find his release within the tightness of your walls. Your scalp burns from his fingers still gripping your locks.

• It’s animalistic how he chases his high. His mouth is etched into a snarl, his thrusts become fast and pointed. Bucky looks scary, but he makes it look so good. His roughness is what you live for, just as much as the soft, nurturing side he shows you daily.

• You feel his warmness spill into you as he collapses on your back. His hot breath fans your neck as he tries to even out his breathing. Bucky raises slightly to place kisses along your shoulders and back.

• Are you okay? he asks with worry.

• I’m more than fine, Buck. you tell him with a sigh. You’re completely content and limp under his warm body. The security he brings you is more than you could ever ask for.

• Well, then. When’s our next event, baby?

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moonxbabe · 3 years

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vinnie hacker smut - birthday present -

hi besties - this was a request, its honestly not that long but hope yall enjoy :)

warning: smut 18+

“We’re about to sing happy birthday and do the cake,” Tana shouted to you as you just took a shot with Vinnie, Ben and a few others. You cringe and quickly shove the lime in your mouth as you look over at Vinnie who took it like a champ. He leaned over wrapping one arm around your waist taking the lime out of your mouth with his teeth and threw it kissing you deeply, you grinned kissing him back.

“Alright you two,” Tana yelled, grabbing Vinnie, “Lets go birthday boy,” she laughed, pulling him away as he pouted jokingly. You follow him and everyone else outside as they gather around to sing happy birthday to him. You couldn't keep your eyes off of each other causing you both to smile. His mom came behind you hugging you tightly as everyone began singing. You and Maria had a good relationship which made you glad, but you were pretty drunk right now and hoped she didn't notice.

Minutes later the cake came flying at Vinnies face causing everyone to laugh as you waited for the crowd to calm down so you could make your way to him.

“Well don't you look yummy,” You giggled, taking some icing off his face with your finger sticking it into your mouth as he watched in awe.

“I cant wait till we’re alone,” He placed his hand on your hip pulling you in close to whisper in your ear.

“Me too, I have one hell of a birthday present,” you whispered back, slightly biting your lower lip causing his hand around your hip to tighten.

“Oh yea?” He swallowed hard at your words as his eyes fell to your lips, he leaned in to kiss you but you placed your hand on his chest holding him back.

“Not with all that cake all over you,” You laughed, shaking your head. “Lets go get you cleaned up,” you took his hand as he followed into the kitchen area where you found a towel to clean his face up.

“Can I kiss you now?” He whined playing with the hem of your dress as you giggled nodding. He was such a baby when he was drunk but you loved it. He places both hands on your waist pulling you in as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his lips crashing onto yours tasting like tequila and icing.

Some people whistled and shouted things causing you both to laugh and pull away as you buried your face in Vinnies neck in embarrassment, he hugged you tightly.

“Vinnie, we’re going to head out, I think your dad is done for the night,” Maria came up to us laughing.

“Well I'm just glad he had a good time,” Vinnie chuckled, pulling out his phone calling an uber for his parents. You pulled away from him so he could hug his mom goodbye and you did as well.

“Let me know when you two get to the Airbnb,” He nodded at her as she walked off.

“Should we call it a night too?” Vinnie turned to you searching your eyes for an answer. You nodded, taking his hand as the both of you walked around saying bye and thank you to a few people before hopping in an Uber back to the Hype house.

The ride was quiet and tense as Vinnies hand rested on your thigh grazing it softly with his thumb. You pressed your thighs together at the feeling that crept at your core causing him to slightly smirk.

“The things I’m going to do to you tonight,” He leaned in to whisper against your ear in a husky tone, giving you chills down your spine, you attempted to hold back a moan, squeezing your legs even tighter.

The uber finally pulled up to the house letting you both out as Vinnie quickly grabbed your hand walking inside with you slamming the door. The house was quiet and empty since everyone was still at the party. Vinnie shoved you pressing your back to the door as one hand grabbed your throat and the other gripped your hip as his lips attacked you in a deep kiss.

You moaned softly kissing him back as your hands gripped his shirt pulling him even closer. Your tongue slid at his bottom lip slowly entering the kiss as it met his, causing him to groan softly. The kiss was hot and heavy before he began to kiss down your jawline and onto your neck all over.

“Vin,” you said breathlessly into his ear as he sucked at your neck “We can't do this here,” your hand dove into his curls gripping it slightly as his hand around your throat slid down to massage your left breast through your dress softly causing you to let out a groan. He nodded a bit before bending down to pick you up from behind your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you up the stairs and down to his bedroom as you held onto him tightly.

He entered the door swinging the door closed behind and walking over to throw you on the bed. You laughed softly as your body hit the bed, he smiled leaning down to hover over you as you held yourself up with your elbows.

“Wait,” you said quietly as he got ready to kiss you once again, he looked at you curiously.

“My present, remember?” You looked up at him deviously and smiled, “Give me your phone,” You extend your hand waiting. He cocked his head to the side confused as he pulled out his cellphone from his back pocket placing it in your hand. You opened up his camera app and set it to video, handing it back to him as his eyes looked at the phone and then met yours.

“Are you serious?” He bit his lower lip studying your eyes. “I thought you said we’d never,”

“Happy birthday baby,” you smiled at him leaning up to kiss him as he kissed you back deeply “I trust you,” you said softly against his lips.

“I’m so in love with you right now,” He groaned softly against your lips and pulled away, going to set the phone at a good angle of the bed. “The amount of times I'm going to re-watch this,” He chuckled as you got up to stand at the edge of the bed waiting for him.

“Perfect,” He said quietly before looking up at you, seeing you standing there waiting for him with your hands crossed behind your back. He smirked and ran his thumb across his lower lip checking you out.

“What?” You smiled at him as he slowly made his way to you.

“You’re just so damn sexy,” He stood in front of you as one hand slid into your hair pulling you in for a rough kiss. “All mine,” He whispered against your lips before kissing you again and you nodded, kissing him back as your hands rested on his chest. Both his hands swiftly moved to the straps of your dress as he pulled them off letting it slip off your body to the ground leaving you in your black lace thong. He pulled away to eye your body as he grew harder by the second.

“I’m obsessed with you,” He growled in a husky tone as he attacked your lips once again wrapping his arms around you inching you back closer to the bed. You reached for his shirt to pull it off breaking the kiss for a brief moment before sliding your tongue into it. You hit the bed laying down on it as Vinnie hovered over you kissing from your lips down your neck trailing down your stomach to the top of your underwear. You watch him as your teeth sink into your lower lip in anticipation.

He pulls your thighs even more apart as he kisses the inner part of each one causing you to moan softly. Your hand sinks into his curls pulling his head forward waiting.

“Patience baby,” He whispered against your thigh, giving you goosebumps all over, you groaned softly feeling yourself grow even more wet, you were sure it was visible through your underwear.

He kissed back up to your stomach before taking the edge of your thong with his teeth and pulling it off. You watched him as he then lifted both your thighs to his shoulders and kissed up your left one reaching your heat.

“Vin,” you whined as your hand gripped his hair pushing him forward again as he chuckled softly at your impatience. His tongue darted in and slid up and down your pussy causing you to moan as you automatically arch your back off the bed at the feeling.

“Oh my,” you say breathless as your hand grips his hair tighter. His tongue tastes you all over before stopping at your clit massaging it with his tongue, slowly sucking at it for a few seconds before going back down to thrust it in and out. Your eyes roll back in pleasure at the feeling as he holds your thighs down.

“Right there,” you moan as your free hand grips the bed sheets. His tongue trails up back to your clit sucking at it and flicking it as he moves one hand to insert two fingers into you thrusting them in a steady pace.

“Faster Vin,” you whine as he obeys thrusting his fingers harder and faster into you as his tongue works on your clit. You could feel the knot in your stomach form as your toes curled at the pleasure. He could feel your walls slowly begin to tighten around his fingers as he curled them in an attempt to find your g-spot.

“Vinnie,” you scream loudly trying to push his head away at the overwhelming pleasure as he hits it over and over. He grips you even tighter and doesnt stop until your climax takes over and you spill into his mouth. He licks you up pulling his fingers away as you ride out your high.

“Good girl,” He kisses your inner thigh again before hovering over you once more and kisses your lips deeply, you kiss him back wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer.

“Your turn,” you pull away to whisper against his lips, giving him a smirk as you slightly push him up off you. He bites his lower lip and stands at the edge of the bed as you get on your knees in front of him reaching up to pull his shorts off along with his boxers letting his rock hard dick spring out hitting his upper stomach. He lets out a soft groan at the feeling as you lick your lips ready to take him. He sits at the edge of the bed and watches you get closer in between his thighs.

You take him in your hand and slowly begin to stroke him before leaning in and letting your tongue lick his pre-cum.

“Fuck,” He says lowly and groans at the feeling not tearing his eyes away from you as you lock eyes with his before slowly taking him into your mouth. He bites his lower lip and lets out a moan as your mouth begins to bob up and down his length and your hand strokes the remaining.

“Show me what that mouth can do baby,” his hand enters your hair stroking at it as you let your tongue slide all over his length before attempting to take more of him in causing him to groan.

“Such a slut for this dick huh,” He growls as his hand grips tight into your hair pushing you a bit further down as he hits the back of your throat. You slightly gag but keep going, adjusting as your hand continues to stroke.

“My good little whore,” He moans as he can feel himself deep in your throat. You begin to hum sending vibrations through his length causing him to twitch in your mouth. You give his tip some extra attention before taking him whole back into your mouth.

“Baby Im about to--” His knees buck up as his grip tightens on your hair, he groans loudly holding your head down on his length as he cums deep into your throat. He lets you go slowly riding out his high as you swallow his load, licking your lips.

Vinnie reaches his hand to grip your throat pulling you in as he attacks your lips. You moan softly into the kiss as he pulls away.

“I need to be deep inside you already or I’m going to lose it,” He growls against your lips, lifting you up and throwing you back on the bed before glancing back at the camera to make sure the angle is good. You bite your lower lip waiting as you press your thighs together in anticipation. He kicks off his shoes and shorts before grabbing your legs and shoving them apart, pushing your thighs against your chest giving him all the access he needs.

He grabs his dick and rubs it teasingly against you causing you to whine before thrusting it hard into you causing him to groan.

“Fuck, Vin” you moan loudly feeling him deep in your stomach as he thrusts in and out of you at a hard and fast pace pushing your thighs further up.

“Holy shit, you feel so good,” He bites his lower lip fucking into you as he watches your breasts bounce with each thrust. He moves one hand around your throat once again leaning down to meet your lips kissing you roughly as you grab the back of his head kissing him back. He sucks at your bottom lip softly before pulling it and letting it go.

“Open,” He uses his free hand to run his thumb across your lower lip before shoving it into your mouth, parting it. He locks eyes with yours as he spits into your mouth and watches you swallow.

“Good fucking girl,” He groans moving his hand down to your clit rubbing it in slow circles as his thrusts don't stop.

“Yes, right there” you moan as your mouth falls open at the feeling letting your eyes roll back in pleasure. “Show them how good you fuck me, Vin” After a few seconds you feel him pull out and flip you over so you lay on your stomach, he pulls your hips up giving your ass a hard smack before slamming back into you from behind causing your back to arch at the feeling.

“I'm so close baby,” He gripped your hips hard as he fucked faster into you before moving one hand around your throat from the front and the other gripping your hair. Your back pressed to his chest now as you felt the tight knot form in your stomach.

“D-Don't stop,” you whined pushing yourself to meet his hips taking him in deeper. You could feel his dick begin to stiffen and twitch inside of you.

“Cum for daddy baby,” He growls into your ear breathless as he moves his hand out of your hair and in front of you to rub your clit once more causing you to lose it. You moan loudly as your climax takes over gripping onto him from behind you as he thrusts in a few more times and stills cumming deep inside you as you both collapse on the bed.

“Fuck,” He slowly pulls out of you getting up to grab a towel as you lay there trying to come down from your high. He cleans you up before leaning over to kiss your forehead softly causing you to smile before he walks over to the phone to stop recording.

“Think we gave them a good show?” you laugh softly before slowly getting up to use the bathroom, limping over there, your legs feeling like jell-o.

“By the way you're walking, I think so,” He chuckles, laying on the bed waiting for you.

“Fuck off,” you limp back out and make your way to the bed crawling on it as he pulls you on top of his chest covering you both with the covers. You cuddle on him and lay your head on his chest as you kiss it softly and he wraps his arms around you.

“Best present ever,” He kisses the top of your head as you smile.

“Let's watch it later?” You look up at him as he grins back at you.

“If we watch it you better be prepared for another round,” He chuckles softly.

“I can take it,” you smirk at him and kiss his lips softly.

“Oh I know you can and you will,” He kisses you again “Hope you’re prepared to not walk for a few days,”

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oomisluvr · 3 years

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sakusa's first blowjob, part 1/3

synopsis: sakusa wants to take the next step in your relationship. who are you to deny him of such a request?

warnings: handjobs, blowjobs, cursing, minors do not interact.

sakusa likes to believe that he’s a confident person. he dominates the court, confidence oozing out of him in just about all he does, but he’s never given much thought to his physical attraction. sakusa gazes at himself in the mirror, gently batting a stray curl from his face.

suddenly, he doesn’t like his appearance so much.

what kind of guys did you like? should he cut his hair? straighten it? maybe he should dress differently than usual today? do you even like him to begin with?

six months. you've been together for six months and not once has he asked you to engage in anything remotely sexual. according to his teammates, that isn't normal. apparently, he's supposed to have fucked you a million different ways by now, ruining your ability to walk for days at a time.

what if you want that? is he failing as a partner?

his frown deepens. it's not that he does't want to have sex with you, it's just that, well,

he's kinda scared.

what if he's bad at sex? what if he isn't big enough? what if he can't make you finish?

he sighs, no longer wanting to look at his reflection or think these thoughts. shoving his phone into his pocket, grabbing this keys and wallet, he heads out of his dorm room to the other side of campus.

the walk to your campus apartment is uneventful, but he feels stressed nonetheless. stopping by the mini-mart to buy you some snacks, his mind wanders once again.

i shouldn't rush this, he thinks, we can take baby steps. start with some smaller stuff and work your way up to the big event. a plan, yes, a plan is what he needed.

thanking the cashier, he checks out and heads your way, suddenly feeling inspired. he checks his phone to see the time, changing his direction to your apartment.

upon his arrival, he raises a fist, giving three light raps to your door.

"it's open!" your voice calls, muffled through the thickness of the wood. he opens the door, stepping into the gentle air conditioning of your place.

"it's me."

"oh! kiyoomi, hi!" you walk over to him, kissing him on the cheek, "i wasn't expecting to see you today."

he frowns, "you need to lock your door, then. what if it wasn't me coming to visit you?" your eyes lock on the grocery bag he's carrying.

"yes. lock the door." you reach out to grab it.

"i'm serious, y/n. you need to be more careful," sakusa pulls it away from your reach. you groan.

"okay, okay, i'll be more careful. happy?"

"mm, give me another kiss and i'll think about it."

you make a show of rolling your eyes, leaning up to give him a quick peck to his lips. he smiles when you snatch the bag out of his hands, walking towards the kitchen to put the snacks away. he awkwardly follows you, wordlessly putting the goodies when they're supposed to go.

"so what's up with you? you're acting weird, did something happen?" your small hands dig through one of the bags, latching onto one of the candies he bought you.

"i just wanted to see you, believe it or not."

"that sounds even more suspicious," you begin, tearing apart the twisters he brought for you, "are you sure that's all?"

"yeah, i-" he eyes scan over your appearance, the old shorts you're wearing are suddenly looking very sexy. he wonders if you think the same way of him, "i just missed you, is all."

you take a bite of 3 twizlers at a time, hoisting yourself up to sit on the counter space by the stovetop, "you're lying. c'mon, be real with me, oomi."

he scowls, moving from his position in the kitchen to where you sit. sakusa stands above you, towering over you even while perched on the counter. he kisses your forehead, placing his calloused hands on the plush of your thighs. you know him so well. patiently, you wait for his response, chewing happily. sakusa fiddles with your skin, feeling very bashful in your presence. he thinks back to the thoughts he had earlier; he should communicate with you and tell you how he feels.

"i was wondering if you wanted to take our relationship to the next level."

"what do you mean?" you still nibble on the twizlers, finishing the last one in a single bite.

"like..." he wraps his finger around the stray thread on your shorts, "...if you want to have sex. and stuff." he cringes at the words coming out of his mouth.

"and stuff?" you giggle, poking his cheek.

"sorry, that sounded weird. it's just... we've been together for a while and we've never really talked about this kinda stuff. i know you're more... experienced than me and i don't want to disappoint you."

you reach out to stroke his face, palms resting just under his jawline. you smile when he leans into your touch, "no, no, never. i'm sorry if i made it seem like i didn't want to have sex with you, oomi. i thought i was respecting your boundaries, is all. losing your virginity can be a big deal, and i didn't want to pressure you into something you weren't ready for. i'll wait for you, though, for whenever you are ready," his skin feels soft under your thumb, a sad expression on your face.

"i-i think i'm ready, but..." he feels his blush deepen further, realizing how vulnerable he felt in the moment, "... but maybe not for everything, a-at least not right now. i think we should take baby steps."

"baby steps?" you softly smile.

"yeah, like the smaller stuff so we can get comfortable with each other before we do the big stuff."

"like?"

"like... we can, uhm, touch each other," god, this feels embarrassing to say out-loud, "and do things with our hands and mouths," your fingers comb through the thin hairs at the base of his neck; sakusa feels like he's floating. you feel so soft.

"touch each each other?" you lightly push him off of you, sliding down from the countertop. still maintaining eye contact, you slowly move to pull your hair into a high ponytail, "i mean... there's no time like the present, right?"

sakusa feels an inkling on where you're going with this, and plays into your advances, not wanting to come off as desperate, "i- yes, but, no. i mean, not if you don't want to. me personally, i-" his throat closes up when he feels your soft hands run over the waistband of his sweatpants.

you sink down to your knees, batting your lashes up at him, "are you sure, kiyoomi? we don't have to do anything, you know."

"please, yes," his voice squeaks when you run your palm over the print in his sweats, "this is fine. "i-it's okay. i like when you touch me."

you smile at him, your grip on him getting tighter. sakusa has to stifle a whine the threatens to spill out of his lips. playfully, you tug down the front of his sweats, lightly running a finger over his dick, feeling his erection strain against his boxers, "baby steps, huh? i'll take things slow then, just for you."

finally pulling down his boxers, you mentally celebrate at the sight before you. his dick stands hard against his toned abdomen, a pearly bead of pre-cum bubbles at his tip.

you take him into your hands, running your index finger across his slit, collecting the pre that's accumulated during the time you've been teasing him. he feels so embarrassed; you hadn't even begun to do anything, yet he's fully erect, dribbling pre-cum. he wants to cover his face, but kiyoomi can't seem to pull his eyes away from you.

you pull your hand back, spitting in it, and grabbing the base of his dick, building a languid, slow pace that knocks the wind from his chest. holy shit, he thinks, this is really happening. he has to remind himself to breathe when you focus your hand movements to his tip, maneuvering your hand in circular motions and rolling your wrist to keep the fluidity. your other hand finally comes up, moving to quickly pump the rest of him.

"o-oh, fuck," sakusa has to grip the counter, thighs shaking, "holy shit, that feels good," his voice cracks, but he can't bring himself to care, throwing his head back and releasing a series of moans.

"can i use my mouth?" you sweetly ask, now solely stroking his shaft, leaving the tip alone as to not deliver too much stimulation at once.

"mm, ye-yeah," sakusa squeezes his eyes tightly at the thought, "yeah, go for it. please."

you stop your movements and sakusa forces himself to choke down a whine. he's breathing heavy, eyes still shut because he knows that opening them will bring him to an orgasm. the vulgarity of the situation makes his dick twitch in your hands.

lowering his head, he finally opens his eyes, feeling blessed by the sight he sees. your pretty mink lashes make you look like an angel, your small hands wrapped around such an intimate area, fingers just barely touching. your eyes carry so much weight behind them; promises of what you want to do to him, the millions of ways you'll make him yours. gently, he brings a hand up to your head, thumbing the hair of your ponytail.

"look at me, kiyoomi," you voice sultry, yet demanding, and sakusa can't help but listen to you, pupils blown wide.

you lick his slit, dragging your heavy tongue across one of his most sensitive areas, your right hand moves to deliver long strokes. not wanting to make him wait any longer, you put your lips around him completely, hollowing your cheeks as you take him as far as you can go, the fine hairs of his pelvis tickling your face. relaxing your throat muscles, you swallow around him, once, twice, constricting his dick with the smooth muscles of your throat.

"oh my god, baby, just like that," you feel the hand on your ponytail tighten, but kiyoomi doesn't force you down, "yeah, yeah, fuck, you're so good to me, shit," he moans through the pleasure.

seeking oxygen, you come up for air, the wetness from your saliva giving you the slickness to jerk him at a faster pace, your grip on him tightening. his stomach clenches as he fights back an orgasm, mind clouded with thoughts of you.

diving back in, you bob your head up and down his length, your hands working what doesn't fit into your mouth. sakusa's hands fly up to grab the counter, his knees threatening to buckle.

"s-shit, y/n, ah, fuck," he groans over the sounds of slick, "i-i think i'm gonna cum, y/n. wait, i'm gonna cum."

you move your head back, opening your mouth right below his tip, sticking your tongue out flat; a silent invitation to cum in your mouth. your right hand stays where it is, speeding up the pace of your strokes, your left hand moves back, massaging his balls between your fingers. sakusa's face is beet red, your generosity getting the best of him. throwing his head back, he groans loudly, stomach tensing as white ropes of cum paint your face and tongue.

"o-ooh, fu-u-ck!"

you deliver tightened, heavy strokes, slowing your movements to not overstimulate him, milking him of everything he's worth. looking down at you with lidded eyes, even kiyoomi is surprised at how much he came. semen is sprawled from your chin to your cheekbones, the whiteness of himself stands out against the pink of your tongue, thick cum pooling down your fingers and forearm, almost reaching your elbow.

grateful that he's an athlete, you swallow everything he gave you, enjoying the delicate taste. tucking him back into his clothes, he helps you stand from your position on the floor. you notice a sheen a sweat on his hairline.

"god is a woman and her name is y/n. i think you took my soul."

you laugh, he smiles, "you almost got cum in my eye, you know."

sakusa's ears turn red, suddenly worried about your comfort, "sorry, you made it pretty difficult to focus," using his thumb, he swipes the cum that missed your mouth, collecting it on his finger and holding it in from of your mouth. moaning softly when you shift forward to suck away the cum, he brings his free hand to pull you in by the waist, "thank you, y/n, seriously. let me return the favor, yeah?" bringing his face closer to yours, he slips his tongue past your lips, tasting himself through a deep kiss. his hand rises to caress the side of your face, tilting his head for a better angle.

"i blow you once and now you think you can handle me?" you mumble against his lips, "you aren't ready for it," you tease, your words making his body feel hot. he is ready; he's been ready, sakusa thinks, but waiting for the right moment makes it that much sweeter. patting your ass, he pecks your lips once more for good measure. oh, that reminds him.

"i wanted to talk to you about that, actually." you shoot him a questioning look, maneuvering around him to wash your hands.

"yeah, what's up?"

"i have a plan."

"a plan? for what?"

"for how we're gonna have sex."

you grimace, "gross, don't plan it out! that's what old people do!"

"stop," he whines, "i thought really long about it. i just need to ask you a few questions."

"okay, okay," you dry your hands with paper towel, using the wetness of the paper to wipe away any sticky spots still on your face, "what do you need to know?" he walks closer to the calendar you have on the wall in the kitchen area, whipping out his phone to compare dates, you assume.

"are you free next weekend?" you think for a moment.

"yeah, i think so, but i have a baby shower at 10."

"who throws a baby shower at 10 in the morning?"

"that's what i said! she really thought that it would be a good i-"

"wait, don't get side tracked. i still have more questions."

"kiyoomi, what are you even planning to do?"

"well, i cant show you all the cards in my hand! i just need you to answer the questions."

"okay, damn! ask away then." he taps through his phone.

"do you have a preferred place to have sex?"

"uhm, not really? just not in a car or shower, at least not for the first time." he types frantically.

"okay, next question. what are your thoughts on pubic hair?"

"kiyoomi!" you laugh, "what the hell?"

"i need to know! it's for science!"

"jesus, man. i guess, it doesn't really matter? it's natural, so who cares? as long as i'm not flossing with your pubes while i go down on you, i have no issues."

"that's disgusting. you know i would never do that. i need a serious response, y/n."

"okay, okay fine!" you laugh, "not too much but also don't just have nothing. bald dick is weird."

he nods his head, considering your answer, he types into his phone, repeating your words aloud to himself, "okay, last question for now. would you prefer sex in the morning or the evening?"

"it depends on the day, but considering this would be out first time as a couple, i wouldn't want to ditch you to go to lab after we fuck. late afternoon to evening would be the best time i think." he's silent, walking over to the calendar once again.

"okay," he nods his head, squinting his eyes in thought, "okay, yeah this totally works."

"it does?"

"yes, everything is coming together."

"so can i expect to have my back blown out in the near future?"

"if by 'back blown out' you mean gently and passionately make love, then yes, expect it."

"great," you clap your hands together, "i look forward to it," your stomach growls, the angry rumble echoes throughout the kitchen."

"don't tell me those 3 twizlers is all you've had to eat today."

"no," you smile, a laugh threatening to rip from your chest before you even have the chance to finish your sentence, "i had your kids for lunch."

"y/n!" he gasps.

this is my first time writing smut, so please let me know what you think! leave a comment so i can improve; i plan to make this a series, so give me some criticism to improve the story <33 thank you for reading :)

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