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ln444 · 6 months

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✩ moonlight

summary: oscar never realized how much he got used to your company until you're miles away from him.

cw: f!reader, fluff, smut, dirtytalking, oral (f), fingering, oscar is crazy in love:(.

now playing: moonlight by ariana grande

requested my anon

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six weeks. six long and lonely weeks since you been away from oscar. the empty side of the bed, the lonely nights clutching your pillow instead of him, it felt like you became too familiar to it. and you hate it. sure, it's not the first time that you're apart due to his f1 commitments, but it had never lasted that long. usually, you always find a way to join him during the grand prix, to support him and share his world, but this time was different, you needed to stay here in australia to get some things done.

the fact that you couldn't make it to the races made a gnawing sensation grow in your stomach. but today was finally the day, the day he come back for a precious week before diving back into his f1 driver life — with you by his side this time.

every minute spent apart from oscar felt like an eternity, and you couldn't bear to miss a single moment of his time back home. so you decided to meet him at the airport. the anticipation built as the minutes ticked away, making your heart race with a mix of excitement and impatience.

the moment oscar appears, the world faded into the background. there were no greetings, no words exchanged; you just fall into each other's arms, holding each other as if there is no tomorrow.

as you pull away, your eyes meets his and you exchange a loving and long gaze. a smile appears on both of your lips and you don't even need words to understand each other. just the sparks in his eyes makes you understand how much he missed you. oscar's hands cup your cheeks, caressing them, it's like he wanted to make sure that you're real, that you're here with him.

your lips meets in a kiss that contain all the longing and love you've been storing up during your time apart. the kiss is slow and gentle, you're tenderly exploring of each other's mouths and you can feel the butterflies explode in your stomach. it seems like the world around you fade away as the kiss deepen, full of hunger.

oscar's hands found a way to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. your bodies fits like missing puzzle pieces and the kiss become more urgent, as you could never get enough of each other.

out of breath and after what felt like an eternity, you finally pull away and your eyes meets his again, the sparks in it brighter than before. you can't help but smile, your hands sliding in his messy hair, trying to adjust it.

"i missed you", he places a kiss on your nose, "so much, baby". your smile grows bigger and you plant a sweet peck on his lips, "i missed you more" you whisper against his kissed lips before sliding your hand in his, intertwining your fingers, "let's get you home, babe"

the way home was filled with silly stories and laughs, accompanied by stolen kisses while oscar kept his eyes on the road. when you finally made it in the apartment that you and oscar shared, you could feel the heavy weight on your heart beginning to lift and the discomfort in your stomach has been replaced by the warmth of oscar's presence.

oscar messily throw his stuff in the corner of your shared bedroom. he just have one thought in mind right now; holding you as close as he can for as long as he can. so, with a tug on your waist, he fall backward onto the bed, pulling you down with him. he gazes as you with intensity, taking time to examine every details of your face, as if he wanted to paint them in his brain forever.

"god, you look even more beautiful than when i left," he murmured, and you couldn't help but blush, your cheeks warming with a rush of affection. without hesitation, you leaned in to capture his lips in a tender kiss. oscar's hands slid instinctively beneath your shirt, sending shivers directly down your spine. it's like oscar was discovering your body all over again, his hands exploring every inch of your stomach, chest, and back, making you whimper through the kiss, which had now become far more intense.

oscar never truly understood the depth of his love for you until these weeks without you. he didn't realize how much he cherishes having you by his side every day, with the joy of your smile constantly brightening his days. he treasure the way you always make sure that he's okay, that he's sleeping and eating well. how you always make sure that he feels loved and happy. every little habits of yours, endearing or not, was something that oscar adores. he loves everything about you. maybe being apart for a while had his advantages because oscar finally realized that he's crazy in love with you.

lost in his thoughts, oscar doesn't even notice that you're now both naked. you look at him, a bit puzzled and concerned, your hand stroking softly his cheek. "hey, you're okay, baby?" you ask softly, a little out of breath from the intense make out session. your question remains unanswered, oscar is too captivated, gazing at you as though you hold the entire universe in your eyes.

"i love you" he suddenly says, his chest filled with all sort of overwhelming emotions. your eyes widen, a sudden wave of emotion washing over your entire body. you can't help but lose yourself into oscar's eyes, which are so sincere and tender that your heart feels like it could burst out of your chest at any moment.

"oscar... i..." you whisper hesitantly, the words getting stuck in your throat due to the overwhelming feelings traveling your body. but as soon as you feel oscar's body tense beneath yours and his look changing, you immediately panic and grab his face. you give him the softest look you can, filling it with all the adoration you have for him, saying "i love you, so much".

without any words, oscar pulls you for an hungry kiss, his hands firmly placed on your waist so he can pull you as close as he can. as you moan through the kiss, oscar seized the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, and your two tongues began to dance in perfect harmony. the kiss feels so different, a whole new feeling filling both of your body and it just makes you crave for more.

his lips leaves yours, traveling your jawline to end up on your neck that he start to mark, gently sucking and kissing your skin. the continuous whimpers coming out of your mouth encourages him to go further; his fingers finds your nipples, playing with them. like it's not already enough for you, his mouth joins his fingers, making you a moan mess and your hands slid into his curls.

"oscar..." you whine, looking down at him and he looks back, his lips ghosting your nipple. "what is it, baby?", he knows exactly what you want but he wants to hear you say it. "please..." you pout, your grip on his hair getting slightly firmer. "use your words", his tone is so soft but yet so authoritarian. oscar loves how you missed him and his touch, feeling so wanted by the person he loves create a new sensation inside him that feels so exciting.

"oscar! please stop teasing" you groan softly and he chuckles, kissing both of your nipples and he doesn't hesitate to take his sweet time to get to your core, he even stops to admire it and then his eyes goes back to yours, "fuck, i missed your pussy so much", you can't help but blush, and your thighs instinctively closes. you break the eye contact to throw your head backward and oscar just smirks. he will never get over the effet he has on you, enjoying every single second of it.

"eyes on me, sweetheart" after making sure that you're looking and that your legs are opened for him, he doesn't waste any more minutes and start making out with your pussy, sucking softly on your clit to taste you and a soft groan escapes from his lips, feeling overwhelmed by the missed feeling.

you, on the other side, is a literal mess, you could feel all the sensations you felt the first time he ate you out. with a hand on his hair, you arch your back, repetitively moaning his name and oscar is now completely pussy drunk. he's eating you out like there's no tomorrow and it doesn't take you long to reach your climax, not even finding the time to warn him. it didn't stop him though, his tongue keeps lapping your core, tasting you again and again, never getting enough of your pussy. he makes sure to lick you clean, not leaving any drop of your juice.

"you taste so fucking good" he groans, looking at you proudly and pulling you for a messy kiss. completely breathless and shaking from the orgasm, you try your best to kiss him back. the kiss is sloppy, both craving for more. it gets even messier when two of oscar's fingers slips inside you. you can't even keep up with the kiss, too busy trying to control your moans and the way your body shakes.

"you're feeling so good, so wet, just for me" you can feel his breath against your neck and it drives you completely insane. it's not like you didn't think about this when oscar was away, touching yourself for hours and imagining his fingers deep inside you. but, right now, it's not your imagination. everything is real; his fingers inside you, his lips on your neck, his words. just by this thought, you feel another orgasm grow in your stomach, holding tight into oscar's busy arm.

"coming... oscar!" you almost scream and oscar just keeps going, even fastening his moves to accompany you through your orgasm. he places gentle kisses all over your neck, whispering sweet words and telling you how good you are doing. it's just too much for you, your back arch as you reach your climax and you unconsciously plant your nails into oscar's skin, moaning his name a few times.

oscar leaves a few more kisses on your neck and jawline, making sure you catch your breath before going back to kissing you, softer this time. you try to transfer all of your feelings through the kiss and oscar can feel every single of it, making his heart explode in his chest. your bodies won't leave each other, like they're meant to be linked forever, fitting each other like puzzle pieces.

completely dizzy, oscar pull out to admire you, his eyes brightening and he's completely dazzled by you. "i want to make love to you" he whispers softly, his fingers ghosting your cheek like you're the rarest piece of art ever. you didn't even know that your heart was capable of taking that much love and affection.

"do it. i'm all yours." you whisper back, like the world around you doesn't exist anymore and it's just you two and your love. oscar can feel his chest burning from all the mixed feelings and he swears that he could go crazy just by looking at you.

with sweet touches and whispers, he makes love to you during hours, trying to make up for lost time. he doesn't hesitate to remind you how much he loves you and he missed you every time you kiss.

maybe being apart from you wasn't that bad, but oscar doesn't want you to be far from him ever again. in fact, he needs you forever.

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anantaru · 7 months

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DAY 17 — VIRGINITY LOSS

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — blade, jing yuan

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, first time, virgin! reader, taking your v card, soft & passionate, pussy drunk hsr men

𖧡 — BLADE

the jammed breathes blade expelled from the top of his lungs evidently showcased the current emotions he had been experiencing— and despite him taking his time with his darling, letting you adjust to his throbbing cock without actually hurting you, knowing it was the right route to take, he applauds his self control for being so strong and resilient.

blade doesn't thrust into you after he slides his inches into you, rather did he take dazzling delight in traversing over your thudding desire— he coughs and it's followed by a muttered curse, whilst your own short, pitchy whines were muffled into his neck as they echoed on his flesh.

still shaking from the intrusion, your hips had a mind of their own and tremble as you jerk up a little, desperately seeking more contact of him, you need him faster, stronger, to water down the slight, lingering burn on your creamy hole, a raging fire wavering on his cock when you begin to constrict and let go, clamp on his length before milking him with your warmness.

"b-blade.." your voice breaks into delicate trembles, "you can move now.."

he nods at you, most handsome and alluring before tightening his arms around your body, idle musing being acted out as blade plants a kiss on your forehead— fuck, everything felt different now, especially since you're completely open to him and he doesn't know how to react, or how you're vulnerable from inside and out and blade practically floats at the feeling of a deep satisfaction matching your own.

"how does that feel?" he was continuously content with you, never once looking back to view his own sentiments, the brightest hues of his vulnerabilities exploding inside the humidity of the room— through soft fingertips and passionate gazes, through a steady breathing rattling over your lips and through those sweet words, sinful noises, all combined into one giant sensation weighing above you.

you pant, scrunching your eyes together before folding your arms around his back, "g-good," you whisper, "you feel.. nice," and he smiles at your words, as if your existance was the key to his soul, silencing the gruesome whisperings of doubts in him.

his cock throbs at your mewls, the length hot and wet when he begins to pick up on pace, eagerly gazing down in between your bodies as you took him in, bathing the swelling vehemence of his frame when you accepted him wholly— before blade, your handsome boyfriend, clenches his fists around the silken sheets at the pressure of just how much he loved and craved you.

𖧡 — JING YUAN

you always knew that you won't ever regret giving yourself to someone such as jing yuan— you'd never look back at it with any form of remorse, not one bit, because you utterly loved him and were certain that he was the one.

a breathless heave follows a murmured swear as jing yuan bucks his hips into you, to get a feeling for the situation and reach some guise of control, even though he could barely contain himself right now— for one, the thought about you being, untouched, and him being your first in basically everything, was holding his heart in a choke hold, a bristling warmth on his chest perfectly slotted against your own.

the general loved you so much, realizing that he will forever be in love with you, and between his body and mind, it was an honor to be chosen by you.

"oh... fuck! my love, you're so tight," he grunts, swallowing down the assemblage of saliva in his mouth before kitty licking across your bottom lip, surrendering to your warm pussy trapping him in between, not wanting this moment to end and go on forevermore.

jing yuan was confined inside the tenderness of how good you felt touching him up, taking his inches and gushing around his shaft— but he wants more, he needs to feel more and begins to rock his hips deeper— your creamy arousal sousing over your wrecked insides before dribbling down his balls with every new drag in and out, his head silently slanting forward to have his lips placed on the crown of your head before you both cry out in a plethora of salacious sobs and hasty whispers.

but he still wanted more, needed everything, everything. everything.

it's incredible and your legs ache at his hips keeping them parted with the stinging nerves on your hole shrieking and twisting from being penetrated for the very first time in your life, fusing with the bliss touching you like pins and needles on your wet sex— jing yuan carries on to move in and out, stretching you flawlessly with his weighty dick dripping his pre on your warmness, throbbing against your walls all the while slamming his body on top of yours, your little pussy doing all the work, stroking his hard length— sharp, frantic jerks battering your cunt as you remained enclosed in each others arms.

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brewed-pangolin · 3 months

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Consider lovely charming Soap trying to make an innocent reader swoon for him, all for the reader to unintentionally pull an uno reverse on him. Hes chatting their ear off, talking himself up. All of sudden the reader interrupts him and says that he has the prettiest eyes they've ever seen. Johnny starts to malfunction, he can't talk, his face is going red hot.

Usually he doesn't get so tripped up but it came from such a genuine place, he tongue tied. Instead of him being a cassanova like usual he's just staring at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes and pining for you.

Blue Eyed Casanova

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Fem Reader

18+ MDNI Sexual Themes

Synopsis: Johnny Casanova pulls you in with his eyes, and you shake up his world with nothing but an unconscious whisper.

Look, you can't just throw Johnny's eyes out there and not expect me to go a little crazy. His baby blues fill my soul, okay.

I went back and forth on this for a while. Wanted to do a full fic but went for the drabble instead. Hope you like it.

Also including this with @glitterypirateduck SoapItUp Challenge. Used Prompt 29.

Happy Super Soap Sunday 🧼

You never thought you'd be so enthralled by a man while sitting at a coffee shop.

Hanging on every word, ears perking to the subtle nuances of his thick accent. Going all doey eyed as he reminisced about his younger years back home in Glasgow.

Eyes tracking his hands as accentuated his stories with gentle, undulating movements. Glancing every now and then at his luscious lips that just begged to be kissed.

You had to pull yourself back a few times. The urge to lunge over the table and lock him in an embrace, making your skin tingle and stomach churn with overwhelming eagerness.

But it was his eyes. Those gorgeous, cerulean orbs that sparkled like diamonds in the soft light of the morning sun. A blue that enchanted, pulled you into the maelstrom of his soul, and you were nothing but a wading vessel lost in his turbulent sea.

"You have such pretty eyes, Johnny," you whispered under your breath. Barely audible.

Johnny froze mid sentence. Hands raised, cupping the bulk of his account between his palms with his mouth agape and eyes twinkling in boyish bewilderment.

"W-what ya say?"

You smiled. Unashamed at being caught by your verbal plunder.

"I said, you've got the prettiest eyes I've ever seen."

Johnny closed the cavern of his gaping mouth with a dramatic gulp. Adam's apple undulating beneath the flesh of his neck as a rosey hue radiated over the circumference of his cheeks.

And those eyes glistened. Exploding waves of color like a supernova within the whites of deep space.

"Uh- me eyes? Ya- ya like me eyes?" He stuttered. That confident Casanova overtaken by childlike astonishment at the most beautiful words he'd ever heard.

"Yeah, Johnny. I do."

"Um, thanks. Got 'em from me mum. She's got th'most hypnotizin' stare I've ever seen. Y'know, the kind that..."

You couldn't help the curl to your mouth as he rambled on once more. The skiddish waiver on his tongue was all the confirmation you needed that your words had had the unconsciously planned impact.

You leaned over, just enough to cup his jaw in your hands to render him silent to your oncoming approachment.

"You talk too much," you purred, just before placing a tender kiss on his welcoming lips.

A subtle moan reverberated deep within his throat, making your eyes flutter closed as it vibrated against your mouth and echoed down the curve of your spine and into the hollow of your core.

The faintest gasp escaped your lips as you felt his tongue beg for entry into your mouth.

Granting him. Tasting him. Savoring the flavor of espresso and last night's whiskey on his breath as the calloused flesh of his palm cupped the supple curve of your jaw.

You wanted more. Needed more. Begged for the world to disappear and let his skilled hands work you over as his mouth greedily devoured your heart and soul.

The last remnant of your sanity made you pull away. A hushed whimper fell from your lips as your eyes cracked open to see the very flushed face of one breathless Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish.

"Steamin Jesus, lass. Was tha' your plan th'whole time? Makin me swoon all over ya, only fer you to get me all wrecked by them pretty words a'yers?"

"Maybe. Did it work?"

He nodded. Eyes swirling, bright blue darkening like an approaching storm.

"Aye. It did."

He leaned in to take your lips once more, yet you halted him. Pressing your fingers to his mouth while you pursed your lips with a knitted brow.

"Not here. Need somewhere more private."

"Why? Cannae I kiss ya out in public?"

A devious smile crept into your lips. Leaning in while simultaneously grabbing at your purse. Bringing your mouth to his ear to mutter the sweetest temptation and force a pleasured shrill down his spine.

"I don't want you to kiss me on my lips up here, Johnny. I want to see how pretty those eyes are gonna look between my thighs."

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willownwisp · 4 months

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love like a love song

a love sung, is a love that is lived.

author's note: hi, i'm opening my requests now so feel free to send asks for me! just peek at my nuh-uh list in my pinned for the things i'm okay with and fandoms that i write. also i still suck at titles, and pardon if my format isn't set yet, and my writing style changes. i'm an indecisive air sign also pls befriend me </3 it's so lonely in tumbles w/o friends the fic isn't dialogue heavy as i want to focus on feelings. <3 cw: nsfw mdni pls, SOFT AND FLUFFY, reader is a hopeless romantic and leon is hopelessly in love, fem!reader x di!leon kennedy, p in v.

What once was a sneaky mission to ease your midnight munchies turns into embarrassment when Leon, ever the alert and seasoned agent, catches you leaving his side, and unfortunately thwarting your plans as he follows the sound of your soft footsteps towards the kitchen. Finding you and wrapping his arms around your waist, the height difference making you nuzzle up into his chest and you smile up at him. Sleepy blue eyes, looking at you like you were his life line, and he's never shy to admit that you are. So you look at him like he's the only man in the world, you hope your memory etches every detail of his face because you are so disgustingly in love with each other, sometimes words fall short, and you want to love him with all that your body can show. You never learned how to dance, skipping prom might have been the best idea you've ever struck in your high school mind occupied with thoughts of wanting to be different, coupled with your averseness to boys. Leon doesn't dance, never learned to, the only dance he knows is a tango with death most of his life. Perhaps dancing in the palms of top brass? You pick. Yet the two of you both find yourselves in the kitchen at midnight, you in one of his old shirts, faded with time, Leon in his sweats swaying with you to the beat of nothing but the thrumming in his chest as he cradles you close to him.

It's laughably corny how the moonlight illuminates your eyes, the argentine glow of that lone moon like a spotlight as it peeks through the opened kitchen window. No words are spoken when he sways your body along with his as you are caged in his arms, you face him, and he stops in his tracks. If you were a cartoon character, you'd have hearts for eyes by now. Tired blue eyes looking back at yours, and you swoon, because you know you're his life line, and you're proud to be his. Leon captures your lips in a sweet kiss, you sigh in his mouth before your hands reach up to cup his cheeks, the feeling of his stubble on your skin is one of your favorite sensations, second only to him kissing you. Leon kisses you like tomorrow doesn't exist for him, he savors the taste of your lips that murmur sweet nothings when you think he's asleep, yet only pretending to, just to hear you. You're the only tender thing in his life, so he worships the softness of your skin, the gentle youth you had in you, because that will never be him. Your soft sighs, pleasant moans, are adorable to him, especially when you try to reach him, standing on the tips of your toes because you're cute like that. "Leon? Lovey?" "Hm?" "I love you so much my heart almost always wants to explode." You confess to him, and he swears he could cry, but not now. Leon scoops you up in his arms and lays you down the kitchen table unceremoniously. He covers your body with his and he kisses you all over, while you're wide-eyed and sighing whenever his lips land on your skin, leaving a trail of heat. Calloused hands slowly pulling up his old shirt to expose your bare breasts as he rains kisses down on you. Worship and devotion, Leon kisses the valley between your breasts, thumbs massaging your nipples while his kisses trail south. His fingers hooked on your panties before he gently takes it off of you. His lips follow south, pressing open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs down to your calves. He grins at the glistening wetness on your pussy before he presses a chaste kiss on your clit, another one, and another one before lapping at your wetness like you're a goddess feeding him ambrosia. Because Leon is a starved man, but with your appearance in his life, his hankering for love, affection, company is quenched and more. So he loves you with his mouth until you cum on his tongue. Your fluids coating his stubble but he doesn't care. When his cock slips inside you, he doesn't move, not yet. He puts his weight on you, lacing his fingers with yours because he doesn't just have sex with you. He makes love, because you are the embodiment of love for him. You savor his fullness, and he delights in the way you clench around him. Sometimes he wonders if there is another way to be even closer to you, to be one with your very soul. His thrusts are slow, he doesn't focus on roughness. That was for when he's stressed, or when he has gotten home after an op and wants to feel you, to anchor himself in your warmth. You lazily wrap your legs around his waist and sigh, your hands bringing him down as you cup his cheeks to let his forehead rest on yours. Deep blue eyes that hold the deepest depths of his love for you, and you stare into that ocean and dive with him. When you cum, you cum together. Basking in that love with the beating of both your hearts and the syncing of both your breaths. After a moment of silence, Leon smiles and whispers: "I love you so much that my heart wants to explode."

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14thgalerie · 6 months

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i peeled my orange today

• pairing: james potter x reader

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• word count: 1.3k

• genre: angst

— a short one that i did last night. peeling fruits had always been something that shows the tenderness of humans to me. that one poetry reading about oranges made my heart clench at the thought that came to me of best friend!reader who has always pined for james and the bittersweetness of being too late.

There he was standing by the edge of the lake, his slender silhouette illuminated by the pale blue moonlight. At the crunch of stray leaves, he turns to look at you, his expression containing surprise.

In hushed communion, you stood in silence beside him, opting to fix your gaze on the languid current of the water before you. Capturing a mental photograph of the delicate interplay of the light as it hits the dancing small waves deep into your mind, ingraining the image to a corner that you could visit now and then when you forget the laughter that bounced against the corridors.

For a while, you chose to linger in the sound of the rusting trees surrounding the castle that casts a melody for you. You were in no rush to speak your mind, not when there was a clear understanding that he would stand sentinel for a thousand years should you want to.

17 years of friendship told you that. Threads of shared laughter and silent conversations. Tales that were shared with no urgency.

And so, in the fragile and sacred lull of the moment, you reveled in the comfortable silence. If the years it took to be freed from your heart was to be likened, it would be a while before he could fathom to be in the same space as you.

“James.” You call. Slowly, you turn your head to face him, only to discover that his attention is transfixed on you already.

Finding that gaze studying you; flickering ever so slightly across the features that painted your face— perhaps he already knew the words that were poised to slip out of you. After all, he did know the twists and turns of your soul much more intimately than any other. Those pretty eyes mirrored the waters in front of you with the light hitting the silvers on his waterline.

The 15-year-old kid within you felt enraged to see the swarm of emotions that drowned you in those eyes.

A tempest of desire, and longing, woven with heaps of frustration, and guilt. It was something that held you captive and consumed you for longer than you dare admit, threatening to swallow you whole. As you stand before him, your brain struggles to recall how exactly you escaped it.

Reaching out the hand closest to him to grab his warm hands, missing the way it enveloped your shivering ones. You couldn’t help the fluster of memories that came rushing back and the instinctive way your tear ducts activated.

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs, a tremor infused in the last syllable.

“For what?” You ask, brushing aside tears with a subtle flutter of your lashes. Thumbs caressing the skin on the back of his hand, moving with a patterned path. You didn’t notice it but he did and that realisation added to the weight to the lump that blocked his airways.

“I just stand here and yet I still manage to upset you.” He says, a hesitant exhale lingering between the words.

“What made you think that?” You press.

“If the past year wasn’t enough proof of that, then I don’t think I even know you as well as I would like.”

The words hung in the air like a storm cloud threatening to explode. His lungs relax as he realises how he held his breath when you moved your eyes away.

The combination of his emotions, adding the ones he still couldn’t pinpoint, left him staggering in his stance. If it weren’t for the way his knees locked from his many years of quidditch, he would be beside you on his knees.

Every second that passed felt like a sharp blade. The pain was hollow yet deep, striking the centre of his heart and reaching throughout every nerve in his body. And it was only a deep, and unending sense of devastation left in him.

He knew what was coming, a somber revelation that loomed over his head for several weeks already. Yet, he resisted the need to acknowledge it, not when your own countenance showed no obvious indication of it. Thus he indulged himself in this false pretense, allowing himself that at least. Alas, the days kept getting shorter, and the hours were swift in their passage and he was left gripped by a sinking fear as you kept getting further and further away from him even though your physical body remained next to him.

As you always did from the ungraceful encounter on the path to the Hogwarts Express when he was 11, your faces meeting the stone cold ground with a huff.

He couldn’t accept that this would be the culmination of a slow, painful unravelling and elimination of all he knew that defined his every day.

His soul was incredibly and seamlessly intertwined with yours, so intimately bound that he trembled at the thought of the scissors you wield, deadly afraid that they would sever it when he least expected it, leaving behind a scorching mark upon his very essence.

“I peeled my orange today.”

In the hushed atmosphere, your words hung in the air, an admission that crushed you to admit out loud. But from the anguished expression of the man opposite you, you could easily surmise that his emotions far surpassed yours and were nowhere near the ones that hit him at such a mundane divulgence.

The lake’s tranquil waves lapped against the shore in a rhythmic pattern. The serene waters played a soothing contrast to the tempestuous tide swirling in the recesses of his mind. He didn’t say anything for a while, the silence between you was heavy with unspoken shared vulnerability.

However, for you, surprising as it was, it was nothing but a statement now. The words transcended meaning except for a mere reflection of a newfound learning. Something you were proud of enough that you shared the thought with him.

At last, he spoke, his voice filled with subtle remorse that is obscured by a quirk of tenderness that he kept reserved for you. “You did? You didn’t spill the juice all over your hands?”

James was surprised at himself for the unexpected eloquence that flowed from within him, a symphony of words that were likened to a normal conversation between the two of you. Astonished at the way his voice remained unnervingly steady and held no tremors. It seemed as if the invincible, vice-like grip that threatened to crush his vocal chords vanished.

You cast your gaze upon him again, your eyes directly looking at his own. In that silent exchange, his vulnerability was laid bare, accompanied by a sense of helplessness in them.

Because unlike you, that sentence meant a lot more to him. Because for him, it meant that he could no longer tell you how much he loved you when he couldn’t peel oranges for you anymore.

Your impatient self wouldn’t be hovering next to him as his hands tenderly tore apart the tough skin of the citrus until the soft flesh of the fruit was revealed. The scent of sweet citrus filling the air and the twinkle in your eyes at the pleasing aroma as he splits it apart. The calloused flesh on his fingers that were a stark contrast to the way the figures were so gentle in separating each slice.

It meant that he could no longer ignore the pout that formed when you noticed how he gave you the better half.

James’ heart ached and throbbed in the worst ways possible at that bitter realisation.

“I love you.”

So despite knowing it was too late, he summoned the courage to tell you in the way you’ve always yearned for in the sidelines.

In reply, you whispered “I love you too.” accompanied by a genuine smile that felt natural.

He just didn’t expect your hurt to feel like this.

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#harry potter #marauders #james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter fluff #james potter angst #james potter imagine #james potter fanfic #james potter fanfiction #the marauders

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teddybeartoji · 18 days

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thinking a lot of thoughts about bf!gojo :(

he will be the sweetest bf ever.. it's a bit concerning with how attached he is to you, bordering on codependency but he just cant help it he loves you too much :(( everytime youre both together on something like lunch with friends or hanging out the sight of you two is enough to give anyone who spares a glance cavities.. his eyes are so in love and hes always got that dopey smile on his face, his touch is always gentle and caring despite him being a teasing asshole sometimes 😭

and behind closed doors ... dear god this man is INSATIABLE.. always has to have a hand around you and touching you !!!! and his sex drive.. erm.. yeah.. idk i see him as the type to want to do it everyday because he just loves you too much and he doesnt know what to do with himself and all this love he has !!!! theres something sweet about him just always wanting you and wanting to make you feel good eufnhffhehrjfnf

the stark difference between you two being such a sweet couple in public but also .. having seen each other INSIDE OUT quite literally is so hot and cute.. :( that level of intimacy .. :((( BF!GOJO WE NEED YOU !!!!!! ok this has gotten too long im sorry HAVE A GOOD DAY THANK YOU

HIIII MY SWEETHEART I'M SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!!! BUT I'M HERE I'M HERE I'M HERE!!!!! I'M HERE AND I'M FEELING TERRIBLY SOFT FOR HIM AND I NEED TO HAVE HIM IN MY ARMS RIGHT THIS INSTANT!!!!!!! i agree with everything you've said nonnie!!!! and i am covering you in kisses as thanks!!!! mwah mwah mwah!!!! wait also!!!!!!!!!!!! more exclamation marks!!!!!! please please please don't apologize for rambling!!!!!!!!!! i will always hear you out!!!!! i want more actually!!!!!!!!!!!! please!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ok everybody get comfortable bc i have some of bf!gojo headcanons for you!!!!

his pupils are literal hearts whenever he's with and whenever he's Thinking about you!!!! (i'm saying that his pupils are always like that)(he is simply unable to get you off his head)(he's not even trying)(he's so fucking in love with you).

he's constantly resting his head on your head or on your shoulder. this just came to me. he wraps his hands around your middle and he always gives you a squeeze!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and a kiss on your neck. and he probably (read: definitely) smells you. and then hums into your skin. omfg i need to hug him so badly. i am losing my mind here nonnie...

okay and i just talked abt him taking naps with you too, right? and i just can't stop thinking about him always taking pics of you whenever you fall asleep on top of him:(((((((((((((( drooling or not, he's taking the pic!!!!!! AND i truly believe that he has begged (literally begged down on his hands and knees) shoko and suguru, so that they'll take pics of the two of you together aswell!!! satoru has a folder with like a THOUSAND pics of you both just napping together:((( he goes through it whenever he's really missing you:(((((((

ok and he loves taking showers and baths with you. loves, loves, loves. he just wants to sit under or in the water with you, just feeling your skin against him. feeling your heartbeat against him. he likes the intimacy of it all. it's so tender and so soft and so loving and he just wants to do everything with you. he's gonna take a fucking piss with you if you'd only let him.

he loves your smile sm. this is such a basic little concept but he does. nothing else in this sick world brings him as much joy as your smile and laughter. and oh my fucking god his heart feels like it's going to explode whenever he makes you laugh (which is all the time let's be honest he's very fucking funny and he is not afraid of making himself look like a fool just for you<3). he loves it when you laugh at cat videos, he loves it when you laugh at whatever the fuck is playing on the tv and he loves it when you laugh at a joke one of his friends make!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he goes a little insane whenever he sees you having fun with his friends:((((((((((((((((((((( it just means the world to him:(((( and you and the younger ones too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omfg when he sees you coddling gumi and yuuji and nobara:((((((((((((((((( stop, he literally feels like he's going to cry every time i am also crying i can't do this anymore

btw he always swings your hands whenever his fingers are interwiened with yours!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ahhhh!!!!!!! and he has that big dopey smile on his lips again and his dimples are showing and he's laughing so loudly that everybody is turning to look at you both on the street but you couldn't care any less!!!!!!! how could you when your boyfriend is making your heart grow twice the size it was before and you just feel so giddy and so full of love and you want to kiss him stupid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he loves spending his morning with you. i actually think of him as more of a morning person actually idk how popular that concept is but yeah. don't get me wrong - he refuses to let you up from the bed for at least an hour after you wake up but he does have a lot of energy. he wants to kiss and he wants to hug and he wants to tickle and he wants you to play with his hair and he wants and he wants and he wants and you will give and give and give!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's a little lovesick puppy and he needs your attention like he needs air!!!!!

and then he wants you to brush his teeth for him. yes. you read that right. he sits you down onto the bathroom counter and bares his teeth at you like the puppy that he is and HE'S SO FUCKING CUTEEEEEE FUCKKKK CUTENESS AGGRESSION IS SO REAL I NEED TO JUST SQUEEZE HIM A LITTLE AAAAAAAAAAA I NEED TO PINCH HIS CHEEEKS!!!!!!!!!!!! he still looks sleepy and his smile is so fucking big and his hands are resting on your hips, his thumbs are drawing hearts into your skin. and he most definitely kisses you before he actually rinses his mouth.............. and then laughs when the toothpaste gets all over you. it's a mess and he's laughing and you're in love.

he loves it when you baby him. he does ask for it as a joke but when you genuinely do it he gets a little flustered. the tips of his ears always turn into a shade of dark pink and he's looking at you like puss in boots. you know what i'm talking abt. big eyes, fluttering eyelashes - he loves you so fucking much. he loves it when you tuck him in bed, he loves it when you kiss his nose, he loves it when you pinch his cheeks i am biased i just said i want to do that don't look at me, he loves it when you tickle him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAIT STOP HE LOVES IT WHEN YOU TICKLE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! HE WANTS YOU TO STRADDLE HIM AND TICKLE THE LIVING FUCK OUT OF HIM HE WANTS TO LAUGH WITH YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i died

he also loves it when you cling to him. in any way. hands around his neck, around his body, around his arms - it does not matter. he wants you to quite literally climb him like a tree. he loves it when you snuggle into him and when you refuse to let him go. and when you hold his hand and try to stop him from leaving. he's not going to go. it doesn't take a lot for him to give into you. he's folding immediately. he doesn't want to go either. he loves it when you're needy. he loves it when you whine. he loves it when you tease him. he might pop a boner. at everything you do. he just loves you sooooooooooo muchh!!

18+ HE IS INSATIABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE IS THEE LOVERBOY!!!!!! i think he does like to get a taste of you every single day, no matter whether it's actually having sex or it's eating you out or it's just making out or it's entertaining you with his beautiful slender fingers or it's dry humping etcetcetc. he wants to touch you, he wants to feel you - it's a must!!

i already said it but he loves intimacy!!!! like yeah ofc he likes his freaky sex as much as the next guy (he most definitely likes it more than the next guy) but he loooooves when he can just be in the moment with you!! he's always savouring you - holding your hand when his burying his dick deep inside you, he's snaking his arm around your body as he grinds into you from behind. he's licking and nipping at your skin because he just can't get enough of you. he's sucking on your tongue, he's pressing your hips down against his, he's kissing every fucking inch of your body. i truly think he wants to eat you and he wants to devour you and he wants to merge the two of you together forever<33

okay i have officially melted away... i am a puddle of love Goo... ily nonnie

#WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #HE'S SOOOO SWEET:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((#I AM FEELING SOOOOO SOFT ABT HIM RN:(((((((((((((#MY BABY MY LOVE MY DEAREST OF THEM ALL #ok didn't mean to make that rhyme but go off ig #i luv him i luv him i luv him #i want to kiss him i want to cuddle him i want to live with him i want to spend every second of my life with him i'm fine #mickey is daydreaming #angel boy #gojo satoru #gojo satoru headcanons #gojo headcanons #gojo fluff #bf!gojo

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aly-writes · 9 months

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wrote this to get out my feelings cause i was going through it lol</3 shoutout to yall who feel similarly, my heart aches for you :( remember that it's always good to talk about how you feel! please don't keep everything holed up inside

i love hyunsu sm :(

word count: 1,190

warnings: reader talking down on themselves, filled with angst/hurt

forlorn - cha hyunsu

Cha Hyunsu was so good to you.

His touches were gentle and carefully thought out. He knew how to read your mood and he dealt with it well, never going too far but also making sure not to leave you high and dry. Hyunsu was considerate, and damn it, you loved it.

You loved all of it.

You loved the way he touched you. Your favorites were the smallest gestures. The way he would lightly put his hand on your back when he noticed you were upset about something, and how if you truly needed it, he would hug you so tight you couldn’t breathe. But it wasn’t uncomfortable or painful, it was needed. Sometimes you needed to feel that secure—tightly held against his chest with the false certainty that everything would turn out alright and nobody could get in the way of that.

One could never forget his voice. The sweet nothings he would whisper in your ear, so hushed that even you could barely hear it. But it was so peaceful, and for a moment, it made you feel like you two were the only people left in the world. Feeling such a way was… nice. Even if it was just for a few minutes, there was a certain bliss that came with the warmth of his soul and knowing that you had it all to yourself.

He cared for you so deeply that you often found yourself questioning how his fondness for you could grow to be so strong. You would think back on the countless nights he would stay up for hours to make sure you were okay, waiting out your moods with nothing but patience and worry. He never resented you for your emotions. In fact, he embraced them entirely. Your emotions were his, as he had once said, and heaven forbid that you go to bed upset because it would only hurt the both of you.

Cha Hyunsu was too good for you.

You were selfish. God, you were so selfish. How did he do it? How did he so effortlessly invest all that he had into you and your sentiments? You had tried so hard to put the pieces together—to understand—but even with your best attempts, you couldn’t manage. Hyunsu would give up everything for you, so why was it so hard for you to do the same?

Your feelings were ugly and brutal, so harsh that sometimes you felt they would harm him. But he dealt with them so effortlessly and so graciously and so lovingly that you felt suffocated. Why did he have to be like this?

Why, why, why?

Things would be so much easier if he would just leave you alone and allow you to process things by yourself. Let you bury your feelings until they explode and you cry to yourself for hours on end questioning why and how you managed to feel so strongly with nothing to show for it. Absolutely nothing to show but an empty mind and a lonely heart, both so agonizing but so much easier to deal with than this.

This sense of guilt that you weren’t sure how to overcome. He was so perfect, so patient. And you were not.

His kisses were always tender and shy, coming from lack of experience but making sure that you knew he was trying his best for you. He always looked at you with a sense of empathy that only a few could achieve. This empathy that he gained through terrible experiences, but he used it in a useful way because, in his mind, you deserved it.

The weight of your remorse was becoming too much for you to bear. He carried your overwhelming emotions on his back while masking his own with such ease. You knew there was something wrong, so why didn’t you ask him about it, damn it?! It shouldn’t be so difficult to hide your emotions just this once, mask them like you were able to do so effortlessly only months prior so you could focus on his feelings. You wanted to show him that you would love to reciprocate his endurance and regard.

But you didn’t.

You broke and revealed your inner self once more, laying yourself bare on the table for him to see all of you. Your imperfections and those goddamn repulsive emotions that you would sacrifice everything for just to go away.

To no one’s surprise, like always, he treated you as he does every time.

“I love you,” you whispered with cracked lips. “I’m sorry.”

His eyes made contact with yours, and the slight tug of his lips caused the corners to crinkle in a way that you adored. He looked at you with so much devotion it hurt. And then he kissed you, taking your breath away with a single motion. Even though they were chapped, his lips always seemed so soft in comparison to yours. His kisses never failed to hold passion and emotion. It was like he was breathing in all the feelings he had so desperately held inside each time and it was so beautiful—fulfilling, even.

When he parted, he simply brushed a strand of hair behind your ear that had somehow gone astray. Then he looked at you once more and nearly blinded you with that same smile. “Please don’t ever apologize.”

It made your lips quiver and you couldn’t help but cover your eyes with your arm.

Love was truly a beautiful thing.

God, you thought. Why does he make you feel this way?

If you were to tell him how you truly felt, would he understand? Pouring out all of this emotion, going on about how remorseful you felt—how ineligible you were for him. Threads of complicated thoughts put into simple words falling out of your mouth, finally spilling the sentence you had been wanting to say for so long.

“Are you okay?” He reached forward to grab your elbow. Ever so gently, he tugged at it in a soft attempt to get you to remove your arm from your face. This only made your lip shudder more.

Hyunsu, you deserve so much better.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to say it out loud. Your heart knew he would understand, but your head convinced you otherwise. This was an issue you had to work through by yourself, it was foolish of you to think that you could share it unwarranted.

Love was beautiful, but your character was not. Despite his past, there was a part of your boyfriend that shined so brightly. You feared that showing him too much would cancel out such a delightful feeling, so you swallowed the smallest tremble of your lip down and sat up straight. You forced yourself to look at him and mustered up the brightest smile you could.

“I am. Thank you.”

With a slide of his hand down to your own, he faintly brushed your knuckles with his thumb. You shuddered at his touch, gulping down the lump that had unfortunately balled up in your throat. It seemed the deal was sealed.

Perhaps some thoughts were better off kept to yourself.

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minnaci · 4 months

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POST-SHOW AFTERGLOW

contents: heartsteel!shieda kayn x afab gn!reader (reader's anatomy is described using the words "pussy", "cunt", "clit", and "cervix"), bottom!reader, use of insertive sex toys by reader, kayn walks in on reader masturbating, established relationship, bedsheet banter, fingering, penis-in-vagina sex, cervix mention, light dumbification, creampie, post-coital cockwarming

watching kayn perform live never fails to get you hot and bothered. luckily, kayn is always willing to take responsibility.

or, kayn fucks reader after a heartsteel concert. it's ridiculously good.

there's a wild sort of energy that ebbs and flows around kayn post-show. adrenaline— lightning in a bottle. he's on top of the world. he'd win any fight. he's ready for anything—

his train of thought comes to an abrupt end as he nudges open the door to your bedroom, and immediately, every cell in his body is subsumed by the low-burning embers of arousal.

he is not ready for this.

blankets lay crumpled around your spread legs. you're an angel, every curve caressed by soft light, and your eyes are squeezed shut as you fuck yourself on a thick dildo.

kayn recognizes that toy. it's the one that's the closest to his size and shape. you only use it when you're feeling particularly needy for him, or when you miss him. a soft, tender ache blooms in his chest.

"kayn," you whimper, sugar sweet. you don't seem to have noticed him, lost in your own world of pleasure. "kayn, please, please, i need you, please—"

your voice breaks on a sob, and kayn's mouth goes dry. his fingers curl with the need to take.

"what a nice surprise." kayn's smirk widens into a full, cocky grin when your eyes fly open and you squeak with surprise.

"kayn!" your hands scramble to pull the toy out, and kayn greedily watches as your pretty hole gapes ever so slightly, fluttering around air. another shot of heat, straight to his cock.

"oh, don't stop on my account," kayn says. "i'm just enjoying the show."

your resultant pout creases right between your eyebrows, and he lets loose a laugh, crossing the room in three eager, bounding steps to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. his tongue flickers out, and he licks into your mouth. he loves how you melt in his arms, how you always let him in so easily. you're so perfect for him. he's just about to crawl into bed and show you just how perfect he thinks you are when—

"shower first," you murmur against his lips, as if you hadn't been making a mess of the sheets for hours before he came home.

"but—" kayn knows exactly what you're about to say. he's got "dirty" clothes on, so he can't get on the bed, which is "clean". but can anyone really blame him when you look so tempting, so obscene, that his brain hurts from how hard his cock is?

"kayn—"

"hear me out." he presses a few sweet, pleading kisses to your cheeks, relishing in the way you melt under his easy affection.

"...fine."

"you're so beautiful, baby. look at you all fucked out. do you really expect me to make it a whole shower without jerking off? and if i jerk off, i'll cum, and there won't be anything left in the ol' sacks to fill you with."

you raise an eyebrow, clearly not impressed. damn it. looks like kayn has to bring out the big guns.

"...i'll wash the sheets after we're done," kayn adds. "so they'll be clean again."

"you really want me so bad you'd do laundry for me?" you swoon dramatically— a feat when you're already laying in bed. "is this what it means to be loved?"

"you're a menace," he says. it can't be legal for you to be both cute and devastatingly sexy at the same time. fuck, he loves you so much he swears he'll explode with it. his chest tightens. his fists clench. he can't stand it.

he pounces onto you, heart singing at the elated little yelp you let out as he presses a flurry of kisses to your face.

"i love you," kayn growls, incongruously aggressive for how sweet the words are. his fingers find their way between your thighs, rubbing where you want it the most. he dips inside, just a little, but you tense as if he's shoved all five (and a half!) inches inside of you at once.

"love you— love you too, kayn—"

fuck, he could listen to you saying his name just like that for years, and he'd never go soft.

"relax for me, baby." he stretches you in gentle, practised movements, head spinning as you obey, body going pliant under his covetous hands. you're so perfect for him, already soft and wet from your earlier stint with your toy. your lips find his weak spot— the tender patch of skin right between the junction of his neck and jaw— and he groans, feeling a little insane as you rock back against his fingers, dripping sweet and sticky like warm honey.

"i can't hold back much longer," he says, voice strangled.

"so don't." your breath catches as the tip of his finger brushes against your sweet spot, so he does it again, just to hear you gasp. he could get lost in this, this pleasure of playing your body like the finest of instruments, pulling sound after needy, dripping sound from your pretty mouth.

"kayn— kayn, please, stop teasing, don't hold back, please, i need you—" the sheer desperation in your voice makes kayn's blood sing with pleasure, and he gently removes his fingers from your aching hole, much to your chagrin. you line up the head of his cock with your entrance, shuddering as it pulses a thick glob of pre-cum over your skin. "inside, inside, please—"

there's nothing quite like the initial stretch of kayn's cock as he bullies his way inside of you. he's so thick, and the way he's got you folded makes him feel even bigger. your jaw hangs slack, every nerve trembling with anticipation.

the tip of his cock nudges inside, and you both let out twin moans. your cunt is hungry for it. desperate, even— your gaze goes hazy and unfocused as your pussy sucks softly at his tip.

"so fucking good," he groans. "how are you so fucking good every time?"

if you could speak, you'd say that you could ask him the same thing, but any semblance of coherent speech is knocked from the forefront of your mind as he eases deeper into you. every additional inch of his hot, throbbing cock only serves to make your mind go blank with pleasure. your eyes roll back, flutter shut.

"fuuuck, that's it, baby. feels good, doesn't it?" kayn shudders as he bottoms out. the very tip of his cock kisses a spot deep inside, so sensitive that it sends a thrill up your spine. "there it is— there's that weak spot. yeah, let me use it against you, baby. 'm gonna fuck all that resistance right out of your pretty hole..."

he rolls his hips once, twice, giving a few deep, experimental thrusts. true to his word, his cock massages over your sweet spot. you can't fight the onslaught of sensation, and even if you could, you wouldn't want to. it's so, so good— too good to resist, too good to fight. pleasure melts your brain, turning every coherent thought you might have had to gooey bliss.

your jaw hangs slack. your head spins. pleasure curls around your limbs, pulling you to new heights of mindless need.

"yeah, that's right. this is what you needed, isn't it?"

you don’t have to reply— the answer is written in the slight crossing of your eyes, the subtle trembling of your ribcage, the thin line of saliva that drips from the corner of your mouth. heat builds in your core, spreading like fire across your skin, and you let loose a long moan.

“kayn…” you struggle to make eye contact, lucidity slipping through your fingers with every devastating thrust.

“no thinking,” he says. his thumb finds your clit. the added stimulation makes it all too easy to obey. any semblance of logical thought dissipates into hazy pleasure. you wouldn’t be surprised if your brain was leaking straight out of your dripping cunt.

“no thinking,” you repeat dumbly, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. your fucked-out gaze meets his, and he curses under his breath, cock pulsing inside of you. through it all, he continues rubbing those maddening, mind-melting circles on your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

heat envelopes you, swallows you whole and digests you, transforming you into a being of need and pleasure. your nerves sing with molten arousal. every touch, every breath, every heartbeat only sends you spiraling further and further into the depths of debauchery.

“that’s it, baby, let me make you feel good, yeah, yeah—” kayn babbles, his hips stuttering out of rhythm. it makes his cock slide in that much deeper, makes his thumb slip just right against the hood of your clit, and— and—

you fall apart on his cock with a wail, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure. it burns through you, sets the stars ablaze behind your eyelids. your sanity shatters as you all but convulse, gorging yourself on decadent sensation.

thick, creamy warmth floods your insides, and you practically purr at the way the tip of kayn’s cock kisses the sensitive mouth of your cervix. he’s still mumbling mindless praises against the soft skin of your neck even as he fucks you through both of your orgasms. his voice takes on an edge of wretched desperation. “so good, so good, it hurts, baby, hurts good, i— i— fuck…”

he collapses over you, sheathing himself balls-deep with a groan. the last dregs of his cum drool from his tip, dribbling over your sensitive walls. your pussy flutters around him in response, hungry for every last drop of him, and he nearly whimpers at the added sensation. pain and pleasure swirl around you in a heady cocktail of hormones as you come down from your highs together.

when kayn kisses you, it feels right— the natural product of the raw desire that connects you. his lips move against yours sweetly, softly, and he holds you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. the afterglow is made for kissing, for heavy petting, for the cooling of sweat and softening of breaths.

"what was that all about?" kayn murmurs in the hazy quiet, pulling you closer to him. you grumble a bit as his soft cock shifts inside of you, threatening to fall out, and he makes a soothing little noise, ignoring the pricks of painful overstimulation and focusing on keeping you nice and warm and full.

"what was what all about?"

"don't play, baby. what had you so needy tonight?"

"...ah." your face heats up, and you bury your nose in his chest. still, it doesn't muffle your next words. "you looked really, really good on stage tonight. i couldn't stop looking at your stupid bulge through your stupid leather pants."

the honestly is unexpected enough to subvert kayn's knee-jerk instinct to be insufferable and smug. he gapes at you. "you're so fucking cute."

“mhm,” you hum in agreement. “and you’re beautiful. so we match.”

there’s a frazzled sort of silence as kayn short-circuits from the praise. for someone who presents with such an inflated ego, his reaction to genuine compliments is nothing short of charming.

"so... the sheets?" you break the silence, only half-joking.

kayn groans. “i’ll wash them tomorrow. let me enjoy this, baby.”

“i’m holding you to it.” you bury your face in his chest, heart melting a bit as his lips brush over the crown of your head. dirty sheets or not, there’s nowhere else you would rather be than here, limbs tangled with his, soaking in your shared pleasure.

tags: @enchantedforest-network @angelshub

#shieda kayn smut #shieda kayn x reader #heartsteel kayn smut #heartsteel kayn x reader #league of legends smut #league of legends x reader #heartsteel smut #heartsteel x reader #writemin!#+kayn

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blue-jisungs · 1 year

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you get hurt ♡

a/n. the burn one … real life events inspired. although i didn’t put aloe vera i just googled it up for this drabble LMAO but like i got burnt month and a half? two months? ago and i still have a mark 😦 i thought it wouldn’t stay for so long wtf (i mean i still have it?? is it normal😭)

also it’s been ages since i wrote for my beloved tubatu i’m so sorry :(

┆彡 YEONJUN [ 연준 ]

due to your approaching performance at mama, you had to practice practice and practice

one day you forgot to wear longer pants and well, your knees felt like they were literally on fire - due to how much kneeling and sliding on the floor your part required

you literally looked like a zombie while wobbling to your boyfriend’s dorm after practice

and yeonjun is no fool. he’s been in situations like these and he can immediately recognise scraped knees

but he lets you sit down first and pamper you with kisses

after you two ate dinner, he gently rubs your thighs and lets out a deep sigh before standing up and going to get something

you watch him as he kneels down in front of you and slowly rolls up your sweatpants, just above the knee. you feel guilt sinking in your stomach but the look that yeonjun gives you is full of love.

“please tell me next time. or if you forget your knee protectors, i can drop them off. or give you mine” he hums and takes out something from the first aid kit he just brought “it might sting a bit”

it does sting. more than a bit. but the way your boyfriend gently, almost feather-lightly badges your knee is making you forget about the pain.

with a look in your eye and a boyish smile, he places a tender kiss on the top of the bandage he just put

“so it heals faster” yeonjun singsongs and softly rolls down the sweatpants’ material. your heart might explode any minute now.

in conclusion: you can’t fool him. on top of that, next time he’ll make sure to pack you an extra pair of sweatpants or knee protectors along with a sticky note with something absolutely adorable written on it <3

┆彡 SOOBIN [ 수빈 ]

for your excuse you just woke up.

and walking down the stairs, yknow, it’s hard

soobin was making trying to make breakfast downstairs when he suddenly heard a loud ass bang and series of falling-down-the-stairs alike sounds

he rushed to check up on you and when he saw you, awkwardly half-sitting half-laying in the floor his heart dropped

but he let out a scoff before he helped you out

and that was your trigger >:(

“are you laughing at me?” you asked, voice creaking as you looked up at soobin. your glossy eyes made his heart break and he felt extremely bad.

“i didn’t mean to, i’m so sorry! please don’t cry, darling” he pouted but you didn’t listen, the tears streaming down your cheeks because of the pain. soobin rushed to the kitchen to grab a first aid kit.

he kneeled down and put plasters on your scraped knees and elbows, his heart aching at the sound of your sobs.

“please don’t cry” he murmurs and you sniff. suddenly he hugs you tightly and only now you realise that soobin is crying too.

yeah well that turns into couples crying session :”)

soobin takes care of your for the next three days

and makes a mental note to never laugh at you again… even if he really didn’t mean it

┆彡 BEOMGYU [ 범규 ]

beomgyu was at home, preparing a surprise-romantic-dinner for you when he received a phone call from you

he got flabbergasted – you weren’t supposed to be home yet

“gyu don’t freak out” you started, voice calm.

“why would i freak out?” he chuckled, stirring your favourite dish in a pot

“because i tell you not to. you promise?”

“okay, i promise–“

“i may or may have not got into a car accident–”

“WHAT!”

beomgyu drops everything, turns off the stove and grabs the most necessary things as you try to explain everything to him

“IT’S NOTHING SERIOUS! well, kind of, i have to stay overnight…”

“I’M COMING!”

you were watching youtube on your phone when the doors swung open. you saw gyu standing the the doorway, huge teddy bear in his arms and bunch of bags.

“IT’S NOTHING SERIOUS? YOU GOT A BANDAID ON YOUR HEAD AND–” he started and you pointed at your arm, saying it along with him.

“and a broken arm…”

“–AND A BROKEN ARM?!”

“could you possibly stop yelling?” you laugh and take the opened bottle of banana milk “look what they got me though!”

beomgyu sighs and closes the door. he sits down next to you, tucking the teddy bear next to you. his worried expression makes your heart ache and you frown a bit.

“sorry” you mumble, looking down. beomgyu just cups your face and placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

“don’t be. although i was worried sick. also, i asked the nurses and i can stay overnight with you” gyu smiled sweetly.

he gets a pen and writes silly stuff on your cast

he’s so gentle when you sleep :( like, obv he’s clingy so he ticks himself (somehow) next to you on the hospital bed but he’s so cautious not to move your broken arm *sobs*

babies you until your arm heals and even after he’s attentive

oh and gives you a long ass lecture about getting into accidents (as if it was your fault😭)

┆彡 TAEHYUN [ 태현 ]

taehyun is smart and you should have listened to him when he said not to run on A SNOWY PATH

but pop off, you didn’t #girlboss because during the snow fight you had with him, you were out of your ammo 🙀

so you ran to grab some snow

and well, you ended up slipping and painfully landing on your ass

you were so taken aback by the sudden fall that you stared at taehyun in disbelief while he laughed his ass off

you pouted and formed a snowball, throwing it at him

“don’t laugh at me!” >:(

tae shook his head and walked up to you, reaching his hand out.

“sorry baby. are you okay?” he asked, voice as warm as a cup of tea and you shook your head.

“it hurts” you mumbled and took his hand nevertheless. your matching mittens made you smile a bit but you were brought back to earth as a stinging pain came through your bones.

“but you can stand. it means you didn’t break anything which is a good sign…” tae started, looking at you carefully. your legs were a bit wobbly. you pouted and he couldn’t help but scoff “i know what you’re planning”

“but it hurts! and it’s not my fault that gym is like, your second home now!” you whine and tug his sleeve “please?”

“fine. but im not taking any responsibility if i drop you” taehyun sends you a grin before kneeling so you can climb on his back.

yeah well it was close because the sidewalk was slippery but you safely made it home

after coming back he did a proper inspection as you warmed up with a warm cup of tea

later on he gave you a speech but it was interrupted due to your question who won the snow fight

(it was him but he lied to make you feel better lmao😭)

┆彡 HUENING KAI [ 휴닝카이 ]

you decided to surprise your boyfriend and bake him molang-shaped cookies

everything was going according to plan… until whilst taking out the cookies from the oven you actually put your wrist against the hot metal of the baking tray

you quickly put your wrist under the water and when it was stinging less, you continued on decorating the cookies

you put on a hoodie and hid the burn - you didn’t want kai to worry about it too much

but well… he came back home and obviously noticed the cookies, then smothered your face in kisses <3

you decided to eat them (after kai taking tons of pics) while watching a movie

you grabbed a cookie and moved your hand to your mouth, taking a bite. your sleeve shifted downwards due to your movement but you didn’t notice, too absorbed in the movie.

“what’s that?” you heard kai’s worried voice and you looked at him, confused. he sat up straightly, pausing the movie and gently took your wrist. oh.

“nothing, really” you said after you swallowed but his brows furrowed seriously.

“nothing? y/n, it’s a burn… wait… don’t tell me it happened because of those adorable cookies?” he gasped, trying to lighten up the mood but you could clearly see he’s worried.

“well, yeah…” you mumbled and kai just let out a deep sigh, standing up to get something “where are you going?”

“i heard aloe vera is good for that kind of burns!” he calls back and after he returns, you’re met with a gentle kiss on your cheek (and the cool of aloe vera on your skin).

he got so worried :(

please tell him next time <\\3

also watches if the wound heals properly and quickly!! kai will do a lot of research to help you as much as he can, even though you reassure him it’s not necessary

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kkongdakz · 1 year

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“ I MISSED YOU. ” ft. shen ricky

ricky x gn!reader, genre : pure fluff, warning : a very cheesy and clingy boyfriend, wc : 834

three days. three days had passed since you last saw ricky. summer holidays had just begun but he already seemed to miss you, if you judge by the number of messages you had received since this morning.

📩 ricky : are you home today?

📩 ricky : are you busy?

📩 ricky : do you have any plans?

📩 ricky : is your family here?

📩 ricky : do you feel lonely?

📩 ricky : can i come?

📩 ricky : hello? y/n?

you ended up calling him after you were fully prepared — and it took no less than half an hour for him to show up in front of your house. opening the door when you saw him, your boyfriend literally threw himself on you, wrapping his warm arms around your body. « i missed you. » he said, as you let a scoff slip from your lips, slipping your arms around his waist after pushing the door closed, « this is what i thought i noticed. »

moving slightly away from you, ricky placed a soft kiss on your cheek while slipping his hand into yours. you guided him through the empty house, to the kitchen, where you hastened to serve you both a nice cool soda on this hot day. but ricky didn't seem to mind giving you a break, and climbed behind you to hug you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. « and me? didn't you miss me? » he asked, placing an innocent kiss on your jaw. finishing serving the drinks, you turned around to face him, giving him a nice smile, « i didn't have time to ask myself about it, you were already back with me. »

a pout appeared on his lips, which you hastened to kiss chastely. it was quite unusual to see ricky so clingy and desperate for your presence, but this situation made your heart beat a little faster, so you didn't mind. taking the glasses in your hands, you went into the living room with him, the boy walking behind you like a lost puppy. his hand clinging to your shirt as if he was afraid you would disappear, made him look awfully cute. as he dropped into the couch, he pulled you with him, practically dropping you into his lap, which made you cry out in surprise.

ricky's arms slipped around you, holding you close to him as his eyes watched your face in the most tender and loving way. moving one of his hands, he brushes your cheek with his fingertips, caressing your skin as if it were made of porcelain, « you're so pretty. » a shy smile crept across your lips as you leaned in to place a kiss on the tip of his nose, « i feel like you can't live without me anymore. »

ricky nodded positively, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear — you were right, one minute without you was like hell for him. but obviously he won't admit it out loud. pressing gently on the back of your neck, he placed his lips here and there on your face, coming close to the corner of your lips. « do you think your parents would be willing to let me spend the whole vacation with you? » looking at him with a raised eyebrow, you struggled to contain a small mocking laugh. your hands slid down his face, pressing his cheeks to make a pout appear on his lips, « even though they love you, i don't think my dad would agree. »

letting a small sigh leave his throat, ricky grabbed your hips to tip you both onto the couch, the latter now on top of you. your hands now clinging to his neck, your thumbs gently caressing his skin, « and as much as i would love to have you with me every day, don't you think you'd get tired of me eventually? »

ricky seemed so offended by your remark that he shook his head negatively, bringing his face close to yours to nibble your cheek. « you're saying nonsense. i will never get tired of you, love. » — to say that your heart didn't explode at the sound of that pet name would have been a lie, then pressing on his neck delicately, you let your lips appropriate his, the time of some loving kisses. his delicate fingers caressed your skin in the most tender way possible, you felt truly loved. even if it was quite rare to see ricky so soft and clingy towards you, you were going to enjoy it as much as possible. which led to a long session of passionate and loving kisses, your hands making a mess of his hair, and his hands going here and there under your shirt.

it was a hot afternoon you wouldn't have wanted to stop for anything in the world, or at least — until your parents came home from work.

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aswaki · 15 days

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i think i need more matty+roleplay in my life 😩 man loves a story

i've been thinking about matty doing roleplay in the bedroom for a long time. i'd do a proper write up of this but you're sooo right that he'd be very into the story which made me giggle. after your ask i just can't help but think of dorky loser!matthew who'd be so enthusiastic to propose roleplaying that you'd give in right away.

seok matthew x reader | flashfic | borderline explicit

contains: afab bodied!reader, dork!matthew, prelude to sexual roleplay, use of handcuffs (cuffing)

yes, he was a bit of a dork. he loved world building and stories and all that. it was fun to immerse in his interests so when he told you he wanted to try sexual roleplaying with a grin, shiny eyes and a body that seemed to be buzzed in enthusiasm, you gave in right away. you sent him heart eyes just by how excited he was to explore this.

the thing was your arousal was pushing your body to the limit. the fabric enclosing your cunt was becoming so wet to the point of discomfort.

matthew was getting lost in his head. it's endearing— you swore, it is. it's one of the reasons why you were drawn to him in the first place. he’s just so… bright eyed and charming. (honestly, his little yapping tendencies were a turn on. he really gets into it with confidence when he knows his topic which is so hot to see.)

it's just that you're about to explode with need... your entire body screamed when matthew sat on top of you. he was mindful to not put his entire weight on you but god, you wanted him to do it. you wanted to feel everything. you wanted him to crush you as he throws various roleplay scenarios to the wind.

“what about you be the hot cop? and i'd be the damsel in distress.” he said while looking down at you, almost oblivious to your aching needs. your hips desperately tried to find contact as they mindlessly bucked for him.

“matthew, no,” you exhaled. you feel yourself drying up at the thought of the police force. you couldn’t stand them.

his hands grabbed your wrist in loose restraint. matthew treated you with so much tenderness. a plea for him to rough you up almost escaped your lips.

“oh, so you want me to be the hot cop?” his eyebrows were wagging at you. his face split into a shit eating grin as he bounced on top of you. he might have had no intentions for it but the action alone made you whimper.

can he put his mouth to use? for a big talker, you just wanted him to shut up for a while and put his mouth on you.

“matty, baby, no- no cops.” you were wearing thin.

your thighs went to press itself to each other. they closed in trying to find their own friction. can he just touch you already?

“so, what are we going to do with this, then?” matthew's voice sounded so dejected, you wanted to kick yourself for making him sound like that. you wanted to kiss his entire face as he pulled out handcuffs from behind him. he was prepared!

oh, babyboy.

it was easy to move out his grasp... it wasn’t easy to flip the two of you... matthew was an endearing dork but he was jacked up.

his eyes widened when you took the handcuffs from him. you were quick to put in the work in cuffing his hands to the bedpost. he moaned.

your body crawled over his. his entire body lit up as the distance was covered. you felt his cock tenting. the only thing left separating you two were your pathetically thin clothes.

“what about you be my little prisoner, huh?” you look at him with heavy lidded eyes as you spoke. your fingers trailed over his jawline and down to his chest. he shivered underneath you.

“what- why?” he asked all confused and endearing. you almost expected him to ask 'what's the lore?' (hell, maybe that's what he meant....)

“you made me wait,” you continued with an inauthentic angry voice. his bulge was poking your thigh.

“i didn-”

your hand rubbed his hard pecs before speaking, “now here’s a scenario for you, huh? i’ll be the royal who comes down to my little prisoner’s cell,”

he inhaled sharply as you leaned forward. he does love a good story— more so when he's actually involved. your brain was thinking of ways to make this enjoyable for the both of you.

you were gently grinding on his erection and feeling him up as your breath tickled his ear, “and i’ll punish you to my heart's content.”

matthew could only nod. adorable. maybe you'd let him worship you later. you were royalty after all.

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bbabymesssss · 5 months

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Frustrating

"You go too fast for me, Jophiel. There's only one place I truly want to see again, and you can't take me there."

Jophiel dropped onto the steering wheel, letting out a frustrated sigh. The conversation had ended worse than he had imagined.

Trembling, he looked at the lighter the owl had given him. Despite everything, he had given it to him.

He thought about how curious happiness was and how it could vanish from someone's body in a matter of seconds. How everything around him felt warm with Azazel's presence, with that talk where he had confessed in the most adorable way possible his desire to be called angel by him. And how the cold had taken over the car at the same moment the owl had said those words before leaving, leaving him completely alone.

Frustrating, was the best way he could define all that. It was frustrating that so many of his conversations ended that way, that they left him with a strange feeling in his body. It was frustrating to feel that there was never enough for the demon, that he never found the exact right words, that something was always missing.

"Shit."

Maybe it's that he couldn't compare to the faith that Azazel still maintained. Of course not, how could he compare himself to God? How stupid.

But he couldn't help but feel mad. It was pretty obvious that Azazel wanted to return to heaven, even if he didn't say so verbatim. That same heaven that once rejected him, that had caused him so much suffering and that, even nowadays, that same suffering only complicated his life. Hurt him.

He had always questioned certain ideals of heaven, even if it was risky to do so from his position. He was aware that he was not the best example of an angel. It was increasingly difficult for him to understand what had pushed Heaven to expel Azazel.

What sense did it make to abandon someone so devout, with a purity that bordered on the impossible. With an innate goodness that was dangerous to the owl himself and a faith that was eating away and devouring him day by day?

How did they even dare to turn off a light like his?

If anyone deserved a place in heaven, it was certainly him. His angel. His light. And even then, he had fallen and had to live with it for the rest of his existence. With that sorrow. With that sadness in his eyes, his incessant nervousness, his words. The burns on his hands. Oh, the burns.

They must have hurt, right?

He promised to himself that if God didn't protect him, he would. How was he going to protect him from himself?

How frustrating. Azazel was frustrating. The love he felt for him was incredibly frustrating.

Not that it mattered, of course. He was going to love him either way.

Jophiel asked himself if love always was like that. Exasperating, infuriating, confusing, maddening, all at once. And at the same time, so tender, so sweet and warm.

Even now, when he was feeling so miserable and defeated, his mind couldn't stop spinning around the fact of how devilishly adorable Azazel was. In the enormous desire he had to see his face again, to hear his voice, to make him smile and laugh and, perhaps, some occasional blush. His heart felt at peace just by that thought. But it also raced so fast that for a minute he thought it was going to explode.

He wondered how it was possible for love to be that complicated. How was it even possible that it caused so many different emotions in him.

He felt like he was going to lose his mind at any time.

"What a tightrope we walk on, angel."

But oh, how much he loved him.

How much he adored him. How much he worshiped him.

another little thing based on the best good omens au ever, oopsie!omens by @asleepyy bc they are all i think about lately. hope you enjoy it!🩷

(english is not my first language so i apologize in advance if there's any mistakes)

#good omens #oopsie!omens #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #good omens season two #good omens season one

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denaliwrites · 6 months

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Isn't That Wizard

Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader, Feat. Donna

Summary: Donna's got some choice words for you about your crazy crush on the Doctor.

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Everyone in this fic is a raging dumbass except Donna. Donna knows what's up.

"Big ol'. Space Sized. Massive. Giant. Crush," Donna teased as you stood there, your face so red you thought it might explode.

"How the hell-"

"Oh, honey, he may be an idiot but it is not subtle," she said with a laugh. "Anyone with a normal brain can see it."

"Oh, my God," you whined as your face dropped into your hands. "This is awful. Seriously? Everyone knows?"

"Well, maybe not everyone," she tried to reassure you, though you could tell she didn't mean it. You shot her a look, and she cleared her throat awkwardly. "... Yeah. Everyone."

"Oh, this is so bad. Like, really bad."

"Oh, don't be silly," and this time her voice sounded like she was actually trying to be reassuring. Her hand patted gently at your shoulder and she offered you a smile.

"What are you two chatting about?" the Doctor's voice cut through the moment as he stepped into the room. He saw how red you were, how you seemed to be on the verge of tears -- you could tell, because the moment he saw you, his face immediately filled with concern.

Honestly, it just made you feel worse.

"Oh, nothing," Donna supplied when you said nothing. The Doctor did not look even remotely convinced. "Y'know, just Bestie Stuff."

"What, am I not a bestie?" he asked, sounding mildly offended.

"You know what I mean. Go away," she told him, waving a dismissive hand in his direction.

"Not until I know you're all right," he said, directing his words and attention to you.

You looked up at him, immediately lost all courage, and buried your face back into your hands. "Go away," you whined.

"That's not an 'I'm fine, Doctor, everything's perfect and I've never felt better.'"

You knew it wasn't, but you weren't sure you could manage a lie right now, especially if it meant lying to him.

"Isn't this just wizard," you whimpered into your hands.

Donna laughed beside you. "Honey, you have no idea." She rubbed your shoulder, then patted it before withdrawing from you. "I think you two should have a nice little chat. And I am going to go have a nice bath while you do that."

You hated her.

No, you didn't. You felt like if you were a different person, though, you probably could hate her -- for just right now, at least. You definitely wanted to.

The Doctor watched Donna walk away in confusion, before his attention returned to you. "Okay, what is going on?" he asked as he replaced Donna at your side.

You moaned into your hands in embarrassment. "It's nothing." You were not convincing anyone, especially not the Doctor.

"Tell me," he said softly, and you knew it wasn't meant as a command. Knew he'd never do that. It was a gentle request, a question. A hope.

Oh, fuck it.

"I am madly in love with you," you confessed quietly, finally pulling away from your hands to chance a glance at him.

He had been stunned into silence, eyes staring at you like you'd suddenly grown another head.

"Oh, God, I've ruined everything, haven't I--"

"Oh, none of that," he sighed, his voice so tender it made your heart stop for a moment. "You haven't ruined anything."

"How's that?" you asked despondently.

"Well, as it so happens, I fancy you quite a bit too."

Your head snapped up, and when you looked at him the Doctor gave you a radiant smile. Without thinking, you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him towards you, crashing your lips against his. He was tense in your hold for only a moment -- so quick it was almost like it didn't happen at all -- and then his arms were around you, too, and he was kissing back with enthusiasm.

#tenth doctor x reader #tenth doctor x you #doctor who x reader #the doctor x reader #the doctor x you #donna noble & reader #reader insert #doctor who fic #doctor who fanfiction #doctor who #the doctor #donna noble #david tennant #“isnt that wizard” is a thing i say at least three times daily

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stinkyme · 8 months

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Hello! This is a rather sudden thought I had, so I decided to write it! :)

Part two , Part three

I hope you all like it and enjoy it! :)

CW/TW: SFW, gn!reader, reader is a medical professional, contains spoilers of the last episode, kinda AU (?) where Fyodor survives, "I had nowhere else to go" trope, reader & Fyodor have history, descriptions of anxiety, complicated romantic feelings (reader), manipulation (Fyodor), one-sided love, brief mentions of religious aspects, mentions of tending wounds and stitching, reader is kind & loves taking care of Fyodor, reader helps Fyodor take a shower & washes his hair, itty bitty fluff, reader admits their feelings & gets rejected, kinda angsty, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

** I know he basically exploded and realistically would be burnt into a crisp, but for the sake of the fic, let's pretend he isn't fully burnt 🥰 + I know the poison, but let's pretend he took care of it 🙄🙄

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Nowhere else to go || Fyodor Dostoevsky x Reader

It's been a cold night. Often, you would reminisce about the past to help you fall asleep given how much it would tire you out, but tonight was different. Tonight you were feeling restless for some reason. There was a wave of anxiety creeping out on you, a lingering feeling of anguish settling deeply inside your bones. You tried to find the root of it, however before you were able to do so, it appeared to knock on your front door.

You quickly got up, covering yourself with a robe made out of thick material to keep you warm. As you come to the door, the anxiety makes your legs go weak and you hesitate for a moment. Your heart is beating fast and you can feel the uneasy warmth spread under your skin.

"Who is it?" you whisper, unable to raise your voice. Your shaky hand becomes cold as you await for the answer.

"A messenger." a silky voice replies, setting your blood to run cold. Your eyes open wide as you feel like there is not enough air in the room, your breathing quick and short. You swallow as your hands become numb. Everything feels surreal.

"Why are you here?" you try to sound confident, but the past you were trying so hard to move on from; the past you would fantasize to change so often - was one layer of weak wooden doors away from you.

"Open the door and see for yourself." he replies, voice holding a certain mixture of superiority and sorrow just as you remember it.

Your eyes tear up from the intensity of your own thoughts and bodily sensations. You hesitate once more as you place your hand on the doorknob. One simple movement that will, quite literally, open the door you want to keep shut until you die. You never wanted to see him ever again. Especially after learning the truth about what he wanted to do and the fact he left you behind once already. More than once. He left you behind every single time.

But, there were times where he recognized you. He would often praise the tenderness and goodness of your heart. Not only that, he would praise your intelligence and capability as well. Each time you would tend to him, take care of his wounds, participate in conversations with him while cleaning the blood off of his hands - he would whisper ever so softly and lovingly.

"You must be an angel sent by God, molded just for my needs."

"He knew you would be the only capable one to take care of me."

"Dear, He is always smiling down on you."

"As long as you keep looking out for me, I will be the luckiest man alive."

"Your hands are a gift just like mine. That's why we understand each other more than anyone else could understand either of us."

Truthfully, you never understood him. You so painfully ached to be able to do so, but you never could. Your core was different. You didn't share the same beliefs as he did and you certainly didn't believe in ruining everything for some entity that may or may not bless you.

Ironically, you did just that for Fyodor. He ate away every shed of light you had, turning you into a nothing but singular black hole filled with only a desire of making him satisfied. Making him safe. Making him recognize you. Making him love you.

You knew how fragile his body was. He was always so thin, his eyes always so tired, dark circles prominent and making his pale skin look even more sickish. It would take a long time for his wounds to heal, sometimes even with a few months apart from seeing each other, the old wounds would still be as crimson red as they were the first time you took care of them.

They would reopen easily, making it hard to heal. He had a weak constitution, his skin was always cold. When he would sleep it made you anxious to leave him alone, checking if his heart was still beating from time to time. It made you sick to your stomach just to think about it.

And now, he is probably in the same state. Outside, freezing cold with countless wounds. You want to walk away. You want to tell him that this time he won't be able to rely on you. This time you will choose to move on and choose yourself over him. Because if you don't - your own wounds will reopen. It's not like they closed properly in the first place, but at least they are less painful.

What if he got even thinner? What if this time he actually won't be able to pull through without your help? What if you leave him behind and he dies? What if this night changes everything?

The heaviness of your own thoughts falls down on your hand, finally giving you enough strength to open the door.

"I had nowhere else to go." he says in a softer tone than his usual one. A loud gasp escapes your throat as you observe the man who stands in front of you. Your face is a mixture of disgust, horror and worry.

"What the hell happened to you?!" you ask loudly, your throat feeling dry as you keep watching him. He misses one arm, his clothes are soaked in blood, there are few burns on his neck and he looks more tired than he ever did.

"I take it you still have your medical supplies. Will you be able to take care of this?" he ignores your question, letting himself in. He passes by you, entering your living room.

"Ye-yeah." you nod quickly as you close the door, adrenaline pumping inside your body.

"Take off your clothes, I will be back quickly." you order him as you go to the bathroom, grabbing your box for emergency cases. You wash your hands and put on surgical gloves. You are basically running to him, feeling as if your heart is going to explode. Fyodor is struggling to take off the prison uniform given the fact he is one arm short.

"Just let me." you say softly as you put the box on the table and open it, swiftly taking a sharp blade to cut his clothes open. You make a long cut in the middle, exposing the huge wound on his belly. As you slide the sleeve down, the uniform drops on his hips and he sits down. He grunts in pain and you give him a concerned look.

"I will take care of you, it will be okay." you try to reassure him, more so yourself as you take the hydrogen peroxide.

"You always do." he gives you a little smile and you return the softness with your own.

"This will burn, but try to push through it." you say more confidently as you start letting a quick stream of drops fall down on his tummy. Fyodor's body twitches as the hydrogen starts bubbling inside the wound.

"I think I will have to stitch it up, but it doesn't seem too bad. Whatever they stabbed you with missed your vitals." you reassure as you take an alcohol-free wipe and gently tap the wound, cleaning any remains of a hydrogen. You take a needle and a thin string, adjusting yourself to the best access to his wound.

"I take it you don't want any sedatives as always?" a light breathy chuckle follows up your question and Fyodor smiles down to you before he replies.

"Your memory serves you right." he shakes his head, dismissing any additional help to his state. You smile, but concern is evident on your face. You start stitching him up, focusing to make it as quick and painless as possible. He twitches from time to time, not looking at you once. Fyodor's gaze is fixated upwards and he seems to be caught in his own thoughts.

"Turn around now, I have to take care of an exit wound." you say through a whisper, as if you could startle him.

He sighs out and turns around, positioning himself perfectly for you. His back is so pale, bones of his spine piercing through thin skin. You bite down on your lip as you take the hydrogen, cleansing the wound. Fyodor lets out a softer grunt, already adjusted to the burning sensation. You tap the alcohol-free wipe all over the wound before you begin stitching it up.

"So, will you tell me what happened?" you break the silence while in the middle of the stitches.

"It's for the best if you don't know." Fyodor replies in a simple tone, almost flat and emotionless.

There was always a wall between the two of you. As close as you would let him get to you, it always seemed like he would get further away. Keeping his distance. But, you thought he was protecting you, so your heart could be at ease. You deserve that from him. Especially today.

"Does it have something to do with a plan you mentioned to me years ago?" you ignore him as you get to finishing up the stitches.

"Yes." he replies, again, in a flat and emotionless manner.

"I see." you say in a colder tone as you check if the stitches are strong enough.

"You are done, I would recommend a shower for your burns as well as the wound of your torn arm. You know where the bathroom is." you continue coldly as that old, lingering pain slowly starts reopening your wounds. You feel disappointment, but more than anything you feel a thick layer of dread laying on your shoulders. Fyodor's state makes your heart break, but knowing this all could be prevented if only-

"Could you help me?" he stops your train of thoughts, making your heart flutter and suddenly all dread seems gone.

"What?" you ask with a surprised smile as you take off your gloves.

"Well, you see, I am not really used to showering with one arm." he says almost innocently, closing his eyes while smiling softly. A tension melts away and it gives you hope.

"Yeah, okay. I can wash your hair as well if you want to.." you speak up and suddenly feel embarrassed.

"I mean, don't think I am pressuring you, just-" your nervousness is evident, but Fyodor is quick to break it as he speaks up.

"I don't mind. That would be very nice." he says in a silky tone, further melting your worries away. You loved taking care of him because only in those moments you could feel the connection between the two of you.

You smile happily and nod as he stands up, the two of you heading to your bathroom together.

You place a little chair on the floor so he could sit down and hide his private parts.

"Okay, so you can just sit down and put the towel over your private parts, I promise I won't peak!" you let out a little laugh as you turn around and Fyodor smiles, closing his eyes.

"It's just flesh after all." he replies as he takes off his clothes and sits down on the chair, covering his private parts with a towel you prepared for him.

"It's privacy! Can I come now?" you ask in a much happier tone, your body filling with hope and a certainty of an opportunity for the new beginning.

"Yes, you can." he responds after letting out a light chuckle.

You quickly come up to him, his back is turned to you and his face isn't visible. You turn on the water and put your fingers under the stream of the shower head, trying not to make it too cold.

"It will have to be a bit colder at first for your burns to ease up as well as the wound." you begin guiding him through the process, trying to make it more comfortable.

"Indeed." he replies as he lowers his head and you let a very slow stream of colder water run down his body. He sighs out as his burns feel less tight and painful underneath the coldness. His wound looks better as well, it seems cleansed and thankfully it didn't get infected by now. You notice his body slightly shivering as his veins become more blue and prominent under the thin skin. You close your eyes quickly, shaking off the thoughts. You slowly turn the handle of the faucet, adjusting the water to be warm.

"Is this okay for you?" you ask in a soft tone as you check the warmth with your own fingers first.

"It's perfect." he replies as he moves his head, giving you a sneak of his side profile. A soft curl of the edge of his lips that revealed his smile made you feel even more positive about this night.

You make sure his body is fully wet as you grab the showering sponge and wet it as well. As you lay down the shower head, you swiftly squeeze out the shower gel in your favorite aroma on the sponge and rub it in. You start gently rubbing Fyodor's back with the sponge, spreading the bubbles all over it. Paying close attention to the wound, you slowly go around it and gently soap his chest and tummy. You slide the sponge to his waist and he lifts his arm to give you access. You gently hold his biceps as you soap his waist, armpit then his whole arm. He starts humming a song you don't know, but you don't ask, enjoying long-awaited peacefulness as your body trembles with euphoria.

"Okay, time for your hair now." you say softly and he remains silent, his eyes closed and a little smile on his face that you can't see. You put the sponge to the side as you turn on the water again, finding the perfect warmth. You slowly wet the length of his hair, letting it soak completely before you use your other hand to protect his face from the flow as you wet the roots. While doing so, you also cleanse the soap from his upper body. You are very delicate with your movement, treating him as if he was a porcelain doll. You put the shower head to the side and squeeze a little bit of shampoo on top of his head which makes him shiver. A mellow smile appears on your face as you slowly start rubbing in the shampoo with your fingertips, thinking his body is getting relaxed.

"You are always so delicate with me. God truly took his time embellishing those clement hands of yours." he says in a soft tone and it immediately sends waves of warmth through your entire body. You feel butterflies dance inside your tummy as no tension is felt anymore. You think it's the right time for you to get closer to him.

"So, would you mind telling me now what happened?" you whisper as your fingertips keep making more bubbles in Fyodor's hair. You try to reach every part of his head and give it equal attention. He sighs out very quietly.

"A helicopter exploded while I was inside." he responds in a cold and distant tone which makes your stomach curl into a ball of uneasiness. You try not to pressure him too much as you speak softly.

"I am happy you survived, you truly were lucky. It's almost like a rebirth." as you finish your sentence you move your fingertips out of his hair and prepare to rinse.

"There is no such thing as luck, God smiled upon me. Rebirth is the accurate way to describe it." he finishes with a little chuckle.

The tone of his voice gives you mixed signals. It almost...makes you think he changed. Maybe this experience was truly needed for Fyodor to see what really matters. For a moment, you think there is truly an undeniable hope that this time you will be able to keep him by your side.

Your body lights up with euphoria once again and you smile as you gently rinse the shampoo out of his hair, making sure none of it gets into his eyes.

"I will bring you a bowl so you can wash your legs...and the rest. It should make it easier." you say in a mixture of embarrassment and laughter as you turn off the water.

"I will manage without it." he turns his head to face you, the usual smile still remaining.

"Okay then. Towels and clean clothes are in the little closet. You know that. But, before I forget, don't put on a shirt, I still have to bandage your wound." you nod as you slowly turn around to give him some privacy.

"Thank you." he says in a convincingly and genuinely grateful tone, the one you haven't heard from him ever. It makes you pause for a moment, your heart feeling warm.

"Anytime." you reply softly and smile before you leave him to finish up the rest.

Once he finishes, you have already prepared the tea and some snacks to wait for him on the table. He sits down on the couch and you follow up, ready to take care of his last wound. He slowly brings his arm up as you roll them around his chest and over the wounded shoulder, making sure it's firm and layered enough. Once it is, you cut it and clip it properly, checking if it moves around or seems loose. Thankfully, you did a good job as always.

"Splendid. You truly are one of the best in what you do." Fyodor praises, smiling softly. You smile shyly as you help him put a shirt on. You look at him for a moment, observing his expression, but more so his fragile state.

"You seem to still not take iron pills as I told you years ago." you scold lightly and he chuckles.

"God intended me to be like this and I won't be defying him." he replies in a confident tone, making it almost impossible for you to nag further.

"Yet you cross the line at bandages." you chuckle as you take a sip of your own tea.

"You wouldn't understand, nor I intend to try and make you to." he says in a faintly superior tone that immediately shifts your hopeful mood back to an uneasy one. You gulp as you watch his expressionless face, his eyes piercing through yours.

"Hey, about that..rebirth that we mentioned before.." you begin talking, hoping it will help your situation.

"What of it?" he asks, his tone cold.

"What do you plan on doing now?" you ask evidently insecure and unprepared for an answer you might dislike. Fyodor's presence becomes less intense as he sips the tea, shifting his gaze away from you.

"Hm, I don't know yet. Why?" he looks at you once again, his eyes setting up anguish inside you once more.

"No reason, I was just wondering." you reply as you look away, gaze shifting to your own reflection in the tea.

"Humans always have a reason and rarely it's pure curiosity." he says in a bored tone as this is something he often has to discuss. He finishes up his tea and slowly gets up which makes you look at him again.

"Where are you-"

"Thank you for the tea and the care. I shall take my leave now." he bows slightly, his body language so formal that it feels like he is crushing your heart with his own hand.

"Hold on..it's late. At least sleep here and leave in the morning." you hold for the last string of hope you have.

"No need. I have things to go back to, if you will excuse me." he ruins your last bit of hope and now all that speaks out of you is pure desperation as you watch his back. You get up abruptly, voice louder than you intended.

"Stay here with me! Please, Fyodor! You don't have to go back, you said this was your rebirth and if so, please, treat it as such! Use this opportunity to lead a normal life and stay with me, I will not tell a single soul!" your voice breaks as he remains turned away from you.

"I loved you for so long and if you could try, maybe, you could start loving me too..and even if you don't love me, I can live with that. But I can't let you leave me behind again, I don't know how much heart I have left in me to handle it. I would do anything for you, so please, consider." your eyes tear up as you open yourself to Fyodor, vulnerable and foolish. He turns around, finding your state irritating, but somewhat amusing.

"Then join me." he speaks in a sly tone, evidently making a final offer.

"You know I can't do that." you shake your head dismissively as your body begins to ache from the tension.

"Then, how can you say you love me and that you would do anything for me?" he chuckles, a wicked smile appearing on his face as he observes your distressed state.

"Because..I would..if you stayed here with me, but I can't..I can't join you." you shake your head as you close your eyes tightly, hoping it's all a bad dream.

"Seems like we both have conditions that neither can fulfill, how unfortunate." he says in a flat tone as he turns around to leave again. You feel your blood boil with sadness and desperation, making the last futile attempt.

"You used to say that God always smiles down on good people like me, so why can't you?!" you suddenly yell out and he stops again, slowly turning around again.

"Oh but I do. Very often. I always keep your name in my deepest prayers." he says in a calm and collected tone that makes you even more angry and hurt.

"I don't want no damn prayers!" you reply in a louder tone, your hands trembling as you feel your heart quite literally ripping apart.

"I can't give you more than that." he says coldly.

"Why not?!" you are on the verge of tears, your voice breaking as you give him an angry look.

"Do you even have a logical reason or unanswered question to ask me that?" he pauses for a moment, letting his coldly declared words sink in.

"My answer will never change. You will always be the place where I come when I have nowhere else to go, that's all there is." he continues, speaking slowly and making sure every word pierces through your soul.

"And what if I move?" you try to spite him, knowing very well.

"You won't. Both you and I know that very well. Your biggest mistake was attaching yourself to a man such as myself. God stopped smiling down at you a long time ago." his voice doesn't change, but his face molds into an unsettling wicked expression. You feel your heart skip a beat as your throat starts tightening.

"What about your prayers?" you choke out.

"They died out somewhere along the way." he replies quickly, still with a little smile on his face. You can feel all of your being slowly crushing and fading away.

"What about you saying how you are the luckiest man alive because of me?" you try so hard not to cry as reality hits you over and over again.

"There is no such thing as luck. You are just a convenient piece I used in a favourable way for myself." he hits you with another realization and it feels like a slap.

"So you lied to me?" you question in a dry tone, your gaze becoming vacant.

"I never said I was telling the truth, but to be fair, you understood in a way that was convenient and that gave you hope." he sighs out from disinterest in this conversation.

"So everything you said holds no meaning whatsoever?" you quickly reply, anger boiling inside your veins again.

"To me, it doesn't. To you, it does. We have different outlooks, frankly." his voice grows even more bored as he watches you with no empathy.

"That's all you have to say to me after all this time?" your anger keeps getting the best of you as you try to hold back tears, ignoring the lump in the throat.

"So, now you wish for me to lie to you? Humans truly don't know what they want." he pierces you with a dark gaze, evidently getting more irritated by you. Something just snaps inside of you as you witness such a dark and distant figure of a man you held so dearly to your heart.

"No, but..how can you be like that? You are so awfully cold and I can't even recognize you right now." you break, a few tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Did you perhaps think our little "bonding" moment in the shower meant something?" he sighs out, almost chuckling as a sly smile appears on his face again. His heavy and dark eyes gaze straight into yours as he speaks.

"I have been aware of your feelings ever since they manifested." he starts off, pausing for a moment and it fills you with foolish hope.

"You loving me means nothing to me. I don't need your emotions, your hope, a change, nor your love. You could join me and let me use you as needed. I don't want anything from you other than your skill. But, it could help you as well. You would get to spend more time with me and perhaps get an empty praise or two that your foolish heart seems so eager for." his voice is dark and filled with bitterness, it was clear he wants to hurt you.

Your body begins to shake as all of your emotions explode making you grab the cup of tea and throw it on the floor, smashing it into little pieces.

"Get out!" you yell at him, breathing heavily as your tears make your throat tighten completely.

"Get the hell out!" you yell out once again, but this time a bit weaker as your hands fall onto your chest and you begin to sob uncontrollably.

Fyodor just observes you with zero sympathy whatsoever.

"That's what I intended to do. You did this to yourself." he says in a collected tone and gives you another sadistic gaze before smiling to himself as he finally leaves. As soon as you hear the door closing, you lay down on the floor, hugging your knees and trying to soothe your own cries as your weak, shaky and overwhelmed body feels like it will give out any moment soon.

"I promised to myself that he would never do this to me ever again." is the last and only thought playing inside your head.

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