#hes at the end bc i forgot to give him his last name that i find hilarious

[angelthemanspanker]

If Buffy found out Angel kicked out Connor she would also be told why and, I think, maybe cut Angel some slack. I don't believe Angel throwing out Connor was, in fact, the same as Joyce throwing out Buffy. There is a quick, easy-to-miss scene towards the end of Angel season 3 that supports this viewpoint, one where Connor throws Angel in the ocean in a box with the intention of leaving him there forever to shrivel up in eternal agony and insanity

Now Buffy might have done that to Joyce at some point tbf it's been a while since I watched the high school seasons but I feel like maybe there's a difference between removing your extremely strong and dangerous son, who tried to put you in the Torture Nexus last time you saw him/the surface world, from your home (AND with an important "You can't be here yet" attached), and telling your daughter that if she leaves she can never come back because you demanded an explanation and then refused to accept the truthful one she gave you even though she's saying she slays vampires and thirty seconds ago you saw her slay a vampire.

Just because two scenes would look real symmetrical if you put a few lines out of context next to each other in a gifset does not the same thing make

#another day another Buffy Flies Off The Handle Half Cocked characterisation 😔 #buffy obsessors we fight on #buffy summers #angel #joyce summers #in her famous Worst Moment Ever. but band candy lies ahead so she brings it back #buffy the vampire slayer #angel the series #connor angel #hes at the end bc i forgot to give him his last name that i find hilarious #geraldo jr over here 👉 #btw i dont hate on the other players in this game we call Blogging #this is pure defense of buffy #oh and angel i guess but I'm less invested in debesmirching his name. smirch the bastard see if i care

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Playful prompts for tadc cast playing hide and seek with hider reader?

Awe this is a cute idea! (not including Caine bc I see him as the one organizing this game).

.........

Pomni

During her first week inside the Digital Circus, she's slowly adapting to everything...although she refuses to give up on finding an exit.

But when Caine forced everybody to play some hide n' seek, with you being the hider, she really doesn't want any part of it.

However you convinced her to play along, whispering that if she found you first, you'll share what you remembered from your old life as a "prize".

Although initially annoyed you wouldn't just tell her, she becomes motivated searching high and low, opening doors, looking down barrels, etc.

When she finally finds you (courtesy of a glitching object), she's anxious to hear what you had to say-

Unfortunately Caine decides to pop in and put on a big celebration for Pomni winning the game...which goes on the whole damn day up until everybody goes to bed that night.

You seemingly forgot what you were gonna tell her, to which she gets upset and angry that you gave her false hope, sulking in her room.

But you slide a note under her door, explaining that you only recently remembered your real name.

Suddenly she realizes that maybe her memories weren't 100% gone.

If you could suddenly remember your name, then....surely she can, too!

Gangle

After Jax was mean to her during the last hide n' seek game, you try cheering her up by playing another one.

It didn't involve Caine or anybody else. Just you two.

She mopes about being a terrible seeker. But since you're her best friend (and you promised her a prize), she'll go along if it makes you happy.

You decide to hide in spots that she would 100% think to check, deliberately allowing her to win.

Since she's all ribbons, it's easy for her to slink around and squeeze into tight spaces.

After finding you three times, she gets suspicious that you're purposefully going easy on her-

But she stops her accusations as you finally present her prize:

It's a brand new comedy mask!! Except this one wasn't made of porcelain or ceramic, instead being unbreakable material (or at least material that's couldn't casually be broken by anyone, especially Jax).

Gangle sobs with happiness before putting the mask on, squealing over how perfectly it fits, and hugging you tightly.

Thanks to you, she can finally feel joyful again!

Zooble

They'd rather do anything else....

But since this little hide n' seek "adventure" was all Caine's idea, she has no choice but to go along with it.

Even so, she puts the least amount effort into the game.

When you're the hider and she's the seeker, they just pray to whatever god is in this world (besides Caine) that you aren't anywhere in the Gloink cavern.

She'd rather not get discombobulated again.

Sometimes, she'll throw parts of herself in the direction where she thinks you're hiding, hoping to startle you into giving away your location so this dumb game can finally end.

Lucky for you, you know their tricks and keep quiet.

She doesn't expect any prizes (unless it's a limb that makes her body not look like a hot mess).

If they find you, she'll be like "yay I win..now I'm going back to my room" and saunter off.

Kinger

Like Zooble, he'd much rather do something else.

But he goes along with Caine's game anyways after you enticed him into playing for a prize.

Whatever momentarily stops his sanity from spiraling, I guess.

He searches high and low, getting nervous when he can't find you anywhere in the places he'd 100% expect you to be.

Lowkey starts to wonder if something terrible actually happened to you--like if you were trapped and not even Caine could help you.

The last place he could think of was your room but.....he doesn't have your key.

At the same time, he knew you weren't a cheater. You wouldn't hide somewhere that nobody else (except Jax) could access!

In the end, he goes back to his fort to sulk, openly declaring that you've won the game.

As it turns out, you chose to hide in that same fort, and you jump out with a grin, feeling victorious.

Kinger just stares at you for a solid 10 seconds.....before he suddenly screams and asks why tf you were in there.

You feel bad for scaring him, so you reward him for at least trying: a jar with a caterpillar currently wrapped up in a chrysalis.

He LOVES it, but now he carries around the jar every second of the day, staring at it until the little bug hatches.

At least now he has a reason not to fall off the deep end just yet.

Jax

Hide n' seek is like child's play to him.

Somehow this cheeky bastard knows exactly where you're hiding no matter what, even if it's outside the tent (like at the lake or fair).

It's definitely tarnishing your reputation as the best "hider" out of all of the gang.

When you ask him how tf he knew, he just shrugs and says "you're too predictable, try a better spot next time".

Hiding in your room is definitely not an option, as he's stolen your key (and would point out that would be cheating if someone else was the seeker instead)--so there truly is no place to hide.

Like Zooble, he's not in it for some prize.

It is, however, quite rewarding seeing you get so frustrated when he effortlessly finds you.

And that's enough for him

If it's a game involving everyone, then he just straight-up mocks the others for not realizing the very obvious spot (or at least to him it was obvious) you were hiding in.

Ragatha

She's probably the most enthusiastic about Hide n' seek (like you have mentioned, it's a good distraction from the stresses of being stuck in this virtual world).

Is also a fair and honest player, never once peeking while she counts to 10.

Like Pomni, she does her best to find you first, searching places she knows you frequent--or mentioned liking in the past.

But you're definitely the best hider out of everyone, so it's a little challenging.

Still, she refuses to give up!

When she does successfully find you, you and Caine decided that she should get a prize for being such a great seeker.

It's her very own centipede-repellent spray bottle.

While it won't stop Jax from trying to sneak those little pests into her room, the mist will deter them from coming near her at all and help her conquer her fear.

She's forever grateful and sprays it around her bed every night before she sleeps.

Oh, and she'll definitely threaten Jax with it if he even mentioned centipedes around her.

#ty for this prompt tbh <3 #trying to get a feel for how i wanna write these characters! #clanask #anonymous #tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #tadc pomni #tadc jax #tadc kinger #tadc zooble #tadc ragatha #tadc gangle #platonic #headcanons

[1-800-hwahui]

match of the season

member  |  college student radio host!junhui x fem student!reader genre  |  smut, fluff, humor word count  |  ~7,300 warnings  |  virgin!jun, shy clueless jun, fr that man does not know a single thing but it's endearing in a silly way, top!reader bot!jun (but no real dom/sub dynamics, more like reader leads until jun figures out how to take over), unprotected sex, jun big cock agenda, VOICE KINK (listen. you all knew it was coming), so much dirty talk, lots of consent bc it is very sexy, riding, little bit of dry humping?, mentions of an iud/birth control, jun is implied taller than reader (maybe size kink but only if you take it that way), jeonghan cameo and he's a menace, lots of fluff at the end (but also kinda throughout), please lmk if i missed any warnings! notes  |  this is a nsfw sequel to a sfw fic on my main writing blog @junkissed called sounds of the season, which is part of my series of winter-themed fics! if you haven't already, i would highly recommend reading that before reading this, since the stories are pretty closely connected. thanks to @onlymingyus for reading over this for me <3 i hope you all enjoy this as much as you enjoyed the first part. also like i said in part 1 i have no idea how radio works so if it doesn't make sense just roll with it lmao

you’re just putting the last finishing touches on your final paper when your phone buzzes. you glance down, grinning when you see junhui’s name on the screen.

unable to hide the butterflies in your stomach, you press a button to accept the call. “hi, junnie.”

“oh! hi,” his voice plays through your speaker with a giggle. “hey, i like that. ‘junnie’. do you want a nickname? but your name is so pretty, i don’t wanna change it–”

“whatever you want is fine,” you say, trying to hold back a smile. god, he’s cute.

“okay. i’ll think about it. oh, wait, yeah!” he says suddenly, as if he’s just remembered why he’s calling. “jeonghan left town early this week so it’s just me in the studio today, and it’s our last show of the semester. so anyway, do you wanna come over?” he stops, stumbling over his words. “well, not like, come over come over, i mean, we can just hang out, i–”

“give me half an hour,” you laugh, endeared by his eagerness.

“yay!” he cheers, and you shake your head with a smile.

half an hour later, a text pops up on jun’s phone, alerting him that you’re waiting outside the building. he leaps out of his chair, an excited grin on his face as he flings open the door and dashes downstairs to let you in.

he’s out of breath by the time he reaches the communications lab door, leaning on the push bar to let you in. “sorry, forgot they locked it already,” he pants.

“it’s fine,” you giggle. “so… everyone else is gone?”

he nods. “yeah, mr. choi said as long as i don’t mess with anything he’ll let me close by myself, so they all left early for break.”

you smile and hold out your hand for him to take, and he beams, hastily grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers with yours.

he leads you up the stairs to the sound booth, squeezing your hand the whole way.

it’s your second time being in the school’s recording studio, but the feeling is still new and exciting. you definitely understand now what jun meant when he said being around all the equipment is a lot of fun.

once inside, he shuts the heavy door with a click, locking the door and flipping on the “on air” light. not that anyone could get in anyway, but it’s a habit he doesn’t want to accidentally get out of before he comes back next semester.

he slides in front of the computer for a second, queueing another song so he has more time to grab what he’s designated as “your chair”; the comfiest one in the studio, according to him.

he pulls it over next to his chair and pats the cushion for you to sit. you giggle and plop down on the seat, scooching closer to him once he’s sat in his own chair.

he raises his eyebrows at you with a grin, then clears his throat and moves closer to the microphone as the song ends to do his job.

ever since you accidentally admitted to him that you like the way his voice sounds, he’s teased you about it—or at least, attempted to tease you about it. he's too sweet for his own good, so even when he tries to poke fun at you it comes out like a compliment.

he presses the red button and begins to talk. “that was one of the classics, ‘a holly jolly christmas’ by burl ives. coming up next, another favorite, ‘the christmas song’ by michael bublé, and more great songs on your favorite program: 111.7fm’s sounds of the season.”

he lets go of the button and sits back in his chair, spinning it around to face you as the slow music starts softly playing. “hi,” he says shyly. “did you like that?”

you smile. it’s a little bit of an odd question, but you’ve started to understand his awkwardness; he just needs a little encouragement. “i always like it. you’re really good at this.”

“i like it a lot,” he grins back, bouncing his head in excitement. “can i kiss you now?”

you laugh at his enthusiasm but nod, leaning forward to press your lips to his. he sighs into your mouth, his hands falling naturally to your waist. for supposedly not going out much, jun is really, really good at kissing, you’ve quickly learned over the last few days. how he got so good at it, you may never know, but the feeling of him pressed against you is too perfect to waste time questioning why.

despite being surrounded by the cold, metal recording equipment, the sound of michael bublé’s crooning voice and the gentle warmth of junhui’s lips makes the studio feel like the coziest place on earth.

his hands tug at your waist and you slide easily out of your chair and onto his lap, sitting sideways across his legs, never breaking the kiss.

he pulls away for a second, his cheeks dusted with pink. “let me… put the playlist on,” he says, his voice a little breathier than usual. 

you hum in confusion, attention still focused on the curve of his lips and the little noises he makes when he’s kissing you. “what playlist?”

he laughs. “for the show. so we can keep doing… this, and not have to worry.”

“wait, so you mean, not all of it is live?”

he shakes his head. “almost all of it is, but there’s a backup playlist in case we get busy and can’t sit around pressing buttons for the whole hour. i used it a couple weeks ago when i had to finish my chem paper.”

he spins the chair around, facing you both in front of the computer screen and tapping a few buttons on the keyboard. he turns a dial on the soundboard and the background music in the studio gets lower, so quiet you need to strain to hear it.

he hums, and your attention turns away from the machinery and back to his eager smile.

“can i kiss you again?” he asks softly.

you giggle and put your hands around his neck. “you don’t have to ask every time.”

so he’s pushing his lips on yours again, kissing you like you’re the most delicate thing in the world.

and that’s when you feel it. the butterflies deep in your stomach that make you want to do things no person should be doing in a school building.

he pulls away for a second to catch his breath. “you’re so pretty,” he says dreamily, and you hate the way it immediately sends shivers down your spine, landing directly at your core. 

you hold back a whimper and shift the way you’re sitting, moving so each leg is on either side of his legs, straddling his lap.

he pushes his mouth against yours, hands gently kneading your hips. your fingers dance beneath the bottom of his shirt, fingernails gliding over the warm, soft skin of his stomach and feeling his abs contract at your touch.

“wait,” he whimpers, and you pull back immediately, taking your hands off of him and putting them on your thighs.

“do you want me to stop?” you ask quietly. shit, you hope you haven’t completely ruined this by going too fast.

“no!” he nearly shouts, looking panicked, then clears his throat. “no,” he repeats. “i don’t want you to stop. i’m, just…” he trails off, avoiding your gaze.

“you can tell me, junnie,” you say gingerly, wanting him to be comfortable.

“i know,” he whines. “i’m… embarrassed,” he says, voice small.

“i’m not going to laugh at you,” you say softly.

“i’m not– i haven’t–” he freezes. you give him a small smile that you hope looks encouraging, and it must be, because he sighs and starts again. “i’m a… virgin,” he says, barely above a whisper.

“oh! that’s all?” you ask, taking his hand and threading your fingers in between his. he looks up at you, trying (and failing) to hide the surprise in his expression. “you don’t need to be embarrassed. everybody has a first time.”

you pause, not wanting to force him into doing this if he really isn’t ready. you don’t care, you have plenty of ways of getting yourself off if he wants to wait longer. because you are willing to wait. “we don’t have to now, junnie,” you say. “i’ll wait as long as you want me to.”

“i want to now,” he says quickly, shaking his head. “i just… don’t know what to do,” he mumbles.

“that’s fine,” you whisper, bringing your other hand up to his face and kissing his cheek tenderly. “we’ll go slow, and you tell me what you want.”

he hesitates, then tentatively places his hands on your waist, still holding your hands. “i want to kiss you again.”

you smile. “i can do that.”

and you lean back in, pressing your lips to his. gently at first, until he grips your waist a little harder and starts kissing you a little deeper. you let him get used to it, allowing him to set the pace he wants.

testing the waters, you push down on his lap a little, starting to grind lightly on his crotch. he whimpers and tugs at your hips to help you, beginning to fall into a steady rhythm. 

you stay like this for a while, leisurely making out on his lap, for longer than you normally would with someone else. but this isn’t someone else, this is junhui, and you’re more than content going as slow as he wants. plus, all this is just making you wetter and wetter as time goes on, riling you up the more you think about what’s to come later.

you can feel him getting harder underneath you, and you moan into him, eagerly but patiently waiting for him. his hands climb up your back, hooking around your shoulders and pulling you almost completely flush with his chest.

he pulls away after a minute, lips red and puffy from the contact and breathing hard. “don’t– you need a c-condom, when… so you, don’t get pregnant?” he stutters out, struggling to get the words out and to stop from bucking his hips against you.

“i have an iud, it’s alright,” you say, also panting for breath.

“okay.” he exhales and leans back, letting go of your hips.

you look at him in confusion at his sudden pause. “why…?”

he stares at you. “uh, don’t you have to go put it in? or did you do that before you got here?”

you snort. “my iud? no, it’s in all the time. it doesn’t come out.” 

“oh,” he says, his cheeks flushing pink. “sorry, i didn’t know–”

“it’s okay, junnie. don’t apologize,” you say, trying your hardest to hold back a laugh. poor sweet, oblivious junhui. you’re not laughing at him, you’re laughing at how adorably clueless he is. you find yourself hoping you might be the one to help him understand these things, if he wants you to.

“have you… before?” he asks shyly, avoiding your eyes again.

you pause, knowing he’s already embarrassed and trying to answer him as gently as possible. “yes,” you say finally, and his face droops a little at your response. “but that doesn’t mean anything. it’s my first time with you, too, so we’re learning about each other. that’s all it is. so just… don’t think about it, okay? the only thing i’m thinking about right now is you.”

his cheeks are a deep shade of pink, but he nods. you take his hands carefully and put them at the hem of your shirt, guiding him to pull it up and over your head. you unclasp your bra and turn around to toss it over to your chair.

“now your turn,” you say gently, looking up at his eyes, which are still focused on your boobs.

“ju-un,” you murmur in a sing-song voice, and his eyes snap back to your face. “do you want to keep going?” 

“yeah,” he chokes out. “i mean– yes. yes, please.”

you coo at his manners, moving off of his lap to wiggle your pants down your legs. his eyes are completely transfixed on your body, admiring every inch of you that he can see.

“do you want to now?” you ask, and he nods rapidly. he stands up and throws his shirt off, and his pants are quick to follow until he’s sitting back in his chair in only his boxers. the lines of his stomach seem even more defined in the low light of the studio, and you so desperately want to run your hands up and down his torso, and feel every inch of him, but– one thing at a time.

you slide your panties off and go back to your position straddling his lap. “is this okay?” you ask again.

“mhm,” he hums lowly, and you feel it deep in your abdomen, walls clenching around nothing at the sound.

his eyes dart around your face, and you reach up to run your fingers through his hair, tucking it gently behind his ear. “are you ready?” you ask softly.

his eyes widen, and he springs into action, his hands flying to your waist again. “oh! okay, yes, yes, um…”

you try not to giggle at his enthusiasm. you trail your hand carefully down to the waistband of his shorts, slipping the tip of your finger inside the elastic. “you have to take this off, junnie,” you whisper.

“mm, okay,” he whines, and you lift up a little so he can slide them down without standing up. he kicks them off and you sit back down, looking down to see what you’re working with. now that he’s fully hard, you can see that he’s… big, much bigger than you expected from a man this shy.

but who are you to judge, so you adjust on his lap, sitting up to reach below you and take his cock in your hand, positioning it at your entrance. he whimpers at the contact as you slowly drag his tip through your folds, spreading your wetness around. 

“you just sit here and let me do all the work, baby, okay?” you hum, gripping his shoulder with your other hand. “let me make you feel good, hm?”

he lets out a garbled noise in response, barely comprehending your words at how engrossed he is with the way you’re holding his cock so delicately, waiting to push it inside and finally feel you.

“junnie, need you to use your words, honey,” you say gently, moving the hand on his shoulder to lightly cup his jaw, lifting his chin so his gaze lands on your face. “you have to tell me if you don’t like something or you wanna do something different, okay?

“i wanna do you,” he says, staring blankly into your eyes, and that’s when you know he’s already gone.

you giggle. “i know, baby. you’re going to. but you have to talk to me.”

“‘cause you like my voice.”

you resist the urge to cringe, still embarrassed that that’s the thing he remembers about you. “yes, i do, but no, that's not why. you need to tell me if you want to stop, at any time, and we’ll stop, okay?”

hearing your tone get serious, he seems to snap out of it a little. “okay,” he whimpers. “can i…?”

he trails off, and you shake your head. you know he’s shy, but you can’t let him off the hook every single time, or else he’ll never learn. “can you what, honey? use your words.”

by now the tips of his ears have turned red, and he’s beginning to lose control, his hips starting to grind against you involuntarily. “can i… fuck you?” he rasps.

“of course you can,” you coo, slipping your hand behind his neck and kissing him gently. “good job, baby.”

he mewls at the praise, and you finally start to sink down on his cock. it burns at first with how girthy he is, but soon the stretch feels good, and you have to fight to keep yourself upright on his lap, soft whimpers escaping your lips.

he groans, throwing his head back against the back of his chair, his grip on your waist tightening. it takes some time, but you finally sit all the way down on his lap, legs splayed on either side of his hips.

immediately he thrusts up into you hard, and you yelp, pushing on his shoulders to get him to stop. “wait!” you pant, squeezing your eyes shut in pain. “just… wait a second first.”

“s-sorry,” he whines, his adam’s apple bobbing with each labored breath.

“s’okay,” you breathe, beginning to adjust to the feeling of his thick cock throbbing inside you. “you’re… big, gotta– gotta give me a second, oh my god.”

he hums absently, clearly pleased with your response, but he manages to stop moving for a little bit.

you sit still on top of him, your muscles gradually beginning to relax as you get used to the feeling.

he sighs, his hands sliding up your back, caressing your skin beneath his fingertips.  “feels so good, just wanna… fuck, just wanna be inside you forever.”

you would be surprised at the sudden lewdness of his words, if you weren’t so focused on the way the tone of his voice has abruptly dropped an octave. he’s starting to get more comfortable, you can tell, and you won’t lie: it’s dangerous for you.

“can– are you okay now?” he asks, eyes focused back on your face again.

“mhm,” you manage, letting out a short exhale. you start to wind your hips in circles, bouncing slowly on his lap as his hands roam your body, touching every inch of you as if he’s trying to memorize every last curve.

it’s a gentle pace; although much too slow for you, you’re hoping it’s just right for junhui to start out with. you’re not used to being on top, so you’re doing your best to keep up, but your thigh is starting to cramp from the position you’ve been sitting in and having to do the work yourself.

he must notice your discomfort, because his hands fall back down to their place at your waist, kneading your skin as he lifts his hips against you in rhythm.

“can i take over?” he mumbles, voice breathy. “please, let me, please.”

“yes, please,” you sigh, your head falling forward to rest on his chest. his skin is burning hot beneath your cheek, and you exhale, closing your eyes from exhaustion.

as soon as you relax and stop moving your hips, his own start moving immediately, your surprised cry punctuated by hard thrusts up into you, over and over again.

you’re still trying to figure out where the hell he got all this stamina from when he starts murmuring in your ear, sweet, dirty whispers as he pounds into you from below.

“you’re so… beautiful, oh my god,” he says in the low voice you’re still struggling to get used to hearing come out of his mouth. “you’re so good, wanna have you like this forever, please–”

“jun, ke–keep talking, please,” you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut in pleasure.

“you like my voice, but you sound so pretty right now,” he groans. “you should hear yourself. wanna hear you cry and make you feel so good, wanna hear you– god, wanna fuck you like this all day and never stop.”

you let out a moan, his words going straight through you. the rumble in his chest as he speaks reverberates against your head. 

the combination of his brutal pace along with the innocently filthy words from his mouth brings you right up to the edge, and you feel the knot in your abdomen tightening.

you shift a little, moving up so you can wrap your arms around his neck, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

his hips falter for half a second at the contact, but he recovers quickly, wrapping his long arms around you and pressing you flush against his chest, jerking you up and down on his cock with fervor.

“you’re so pretty, you’re so beautiful, you’re so perfect,” he babbles, somehow remembering to keep talking you through everything. “love you so much– fuck, thank you, you’re so amazing, you’re so–”

you almost miss the four-letter word that slips out in between his praises, but it rings through your ears, nestling itself in your heart. you decide to ignore it for now, too focused on chasing your rapidly approaching high, but you promise yourself you’ll talk to him after this is all over and figure out what this is between you two.

you whine, breath catching in your throat as your own words tumble out of you in a constant stream. “keep going, jun, please– keep going, so close, please, junnie please, need you–”

“are you gonna cum? you’re so perfect, please cum for me, please, baby, lemme hear you.”

“fuck, yes!” and with that you’re catapulting over the edge with a sob, clenching around his cock as your orgasm slams into you.

he keeps thrusting into you, not once stuttering as he fucks you through your high, content to keep going and going and going until–

“jun,” you call out weakly, head swirling as you try to sit up. “jun. jun, you can s-slow down.”

his hips begin to stop, slowing down until he’s gently rocking you back and forth on his lap. “did you cum already?” he asks in surprise. like a dork.

you choke out a laugh, head lolling as your arms loosen around his neck. “yeah. yeah, i did.”

“oh.”

if you weren’t so exhausted already, you would burst out laughing. “you’ll figure it out,” you wheeze, hoping it sounds reassuring. 

he starts to move his arms to let go of you, still wrapped around your torso, but you whine and he freezes.

“just… stay here first,” you say, letting your eyes fall shut for a second.

“why?”

you sigh. “because it’s nice.”

“oh,” he says again. he settles back into the chair, holding you on his lap, arms wrapped around you, just sitting quietly.

after a few more seconds of peace you pull yourself upright, pushing your hands against his chest.

“ …what now?” he asks quietly, eyes finding your face.

“you didn’t cum yet, right?” you say. he hums out a no. “then we keep going.”

he yelps in surprise when you start to lift yourself off his lap, his still-hard cock slipping out of you, now soaked in your juices. “don’t we have to wait for you?”

you fight the urge to slap your hand over your forehead. “i can cum more than once, honey. we don’t need to wait,” you say with the straightest face you can muster.

he nods, taking in this clearly unheard of information.

“do you want me to suck you off?” you ask, bringing his attention back to you.

“wh-what?” he stutters, face turning red, clearly not expecting it.

you take in a deep breath. “where do you want to finish?” you try instead, thinking it might help him decide.

“where will you let me?” he replies, wide eyes searching yours as if it’s a trick question designed to make him fail and you’re hiding the answer somewhere in your tender gaze.

“wherever you want, junnie.”

he pauses, like he’s making sure you aren’t lying to him. “can–” he clears his throat and starts again, more sure of himself. “i have an, um… idea.”

“mhm,” you breathe, watching him expectantly.

“do you think i could, maybe… stand up? and, have– you, over the…” he trails off, gesturing to the empty table beside you and hoping you’ll understand what he’s trying to say.

“you want to bend me over and fuck me on the table?” you translate for him, blinking.

instantly his cheeks flare, the shyness returning. “well, i… i. no, um, uh–”

“you can say yes, junnie. it’s hot.”

“you think so?” he squeaks in shock.

you giggle. “yes. you can do whatever you want to, just ask me first.”

his face breaks out into a wide grin. “okay. will you please, um, follow me?” he asks, holding out his arm like a waiter leading you to a table at a restaurant. if he wasn’t so damn cute you definitely would’ve smacked him by now.

you finally move off of his lap and step away, giving him room to move from his chair. you’d forgotten how big he is until he stands up, towering over you, and it sends an involuntary shiver down your spine. he turns and starts walking away, expecting you to follow him.

you laugh and grab his arm, pulling him back. when he looks at you in curiosity, you take his large hands and place them on your waist, motioning for him to guide you.

his mouth falls into an ‘o’ and he follows your lead, pushing you by your hips over to the table.

he stands behind you, caging you in against the table with his tall frame but otherwise not doing anything. you glance over your shoulder at him, nodding in approval.

his hands leave your waist and ever so gently press on your lower back to tilt you over. you comply, letting him move you how he wants.

“is that good?” he asks softly.

“it’s great,” you say, wiggling your ass playfully. “good job asking.”

he hums, so low it’s more like a growl, and it sends another shiver down your spine. at this angle you can feel his dick pressed against your ass, hard and throbbing.

he grinds against you, dragging his cock up and down your hole. you know he’s not doing it intentionally to tease you���you’re not even sure if he’s capable of that—but it does plenty to rile you up.

“junnie, please?” you gasp out, writhing your hips in search of friction, anything. his grip tightens on you, stilling your movements.

“what do i do?” he whispers.

“put it in,” you whisper back, unable to stop the giggle that slips out. he whines in annoyance, so you stop, giving him real advice this time. “just go slow. you can do it, baby.”

you angle your ass up, hoping to give him better access to your dripping hole. he’s already been inside you once, so surely he can find it again… right?

your expectations are clearly too high, because suddenly you feel his tip pressing in between your ass cheeks, and he’s—

you yelp, and he freezes, his hands flying off of you. you reach behind and stick your index finger into your pussy, using the rest of your fingers to spread your folds apart so he can see. “this one, baby.” at least he was going slow, like you said.

“oh! sorry, i’m so sorry,” he mumbles, and even without looking you already know he’s redder than a tomato. 

“jun. don’t apologize. it’s okay,” you say softly. you move your hand away from your pussy and reach it out to him, craning your neck to see him. you wave your fingers at him, and he takes your hand, automatically twining his fingers with yours. it makes you smile. “just go for it, honey.”

“okay,” he breathes, and he starts slowly pushing into you again (the right one this time).

tiny gasps fall from your lips as you feel him fill you up again, stuffing you with his cock, inch by careful inch. once he bottoms out you exhale, letting out the breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding in.

when you don’t feel any more movement, you realize he’s stopped, waiting. you almost whine at how cute and considerate he is, but instead you just squeeze his hand. “baby, you can move.”

“okay,” he says again, and pulls out carefully before slowly pushing back in.

you moan as he starts to increase his pace, rapidly pumping into you as his hips smack against your ass. you arch your back a little, trying to angle him in deeper. each powerful thrust pushes you against the table, your hip bones hitting the edge in a way that’ll definitely leave bruises. but you can’t bring yourself to care when junhui’s thick cock is thrusting into you like his life depends on it. 

still holding onto his hand, you slip your other hand down to run your fingers over your clit, rubbing small circles. you can feel the pressure in your abdomen growing, and—

“fuck, you’re so tight,” jun groans, voice thick with need, and he begins pushing into you even harder than before, something you didn’t even think could be possible. you whine and move your hand from your clit back to the edge of the table to stop yourself from ramming into it.

he notices your elbow bent at an awkward angle to protect yourself, so he lets go of your hand and snakes around your stomach to pull you back so you’re standing upright, both his arms wrapped securely around your body. “feels so good… god, wish i had done this sooner, you’re so amazing, so perfect, for me.”

you whimper at his words, unintentionally clenching around him. “jun,” you cry out softly.

“fuck, baby, say my name again– please, like that, baby, please say it, again,” he begs you, fingers pressing into your skin that you’re sure will leave you covered in little oval-shaped bruises by the time he’s done.

“jun! please, i’m so close, jun,” you moan, repeating his name over and over again like a mantra, getting closer and closer to your release with each syllable.

“i’m cl-close too, baby, please… you’re so good, fuck! you’re so good.”

the constant praise is almost too much, and with one more sharp thrust you’re coming undone on his cock for the second time. your legs wobble as you struggle to stay standing, your hands coming up to hang on to junhui’s strong arms wrapped around you for support.

he whines loudly, and you know he must be getting close, too. “can i– can i cum on your back?” he pants out, still gripping you tightly. as much as he really, really wants to cum inside you, he figures it might be messier than cumming on you. and besides, he doesn’t want to get too greedy; it is only his first, after all.

“yes! yes please, yes, jun,” you manage, still wading through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

a little harder than he intends, he’s shoving you roughly down onto the table again, pulling his dick out of you to jerk himself over you.

“junnie, please,” you whimper out weakly, and the sweet sounding words on your lips have him choking back a sob as he cums, thick spurts of white painting your lower back.

he keeps moving his hand on his cock until he’s completely finished, panting heavily. by the time he’s done you’re both sticky with sweat, breathing like you’ve just run a marathon.

you let out a long sigh, feeling exhausted but satisfied. silence settles over the studio, the music long stopped, but you can’t tell if it’s a good silence or a bad silence.

you realize you’d closed your eyes while jun was cumming, and when you don’t feel his touch anymore, you slowly pry them open again, wondering where he went. 

you prop your head up in your hands and look behind you to see jun hastily pulling on his boxers and jeans. 

your jaw drops in horror. you’d thought, with his inexperience, he wouldn’t be like all the other guys who fuck and then take off, but apparently, you thought wrong.

“jun!”

his head whips around as he pulls his zipper up, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

“are you seriously gonna just leave?”

his mouth falls open. “no! of course not! i was just putting my pants back on.”

your expression softens. “oh,” you say quietly, face flushing at having jumped to conclusions so quickly. “sorry.”

“why would i wanna leave after this?” he frowns, looking genuinely appalled at the mere idea that someone might do that. “you’re still here.”

“i thought, since–” you start, then pause. discussion for another time. “nevermind, it’s not important. but why were you putting your pants on like you were gonna leave?”

you’re the one feeling embarrassed, but it’s junhui that turns red and starts stuttering. “well, i– um, i didn’t want you to… see…”

you laugh and put your head back in your arms. when you don’t say anything, he calls out your name nervously, and you look back over at him.

“junnie, your dick was just in me. twice. i don’t care what it looks like.”

“okay,” he says shyly, but his fingers still fumble with the button of his jeans.

you sigh once he finishes adjusting his pants. whatever makes him more comfortable, you suppose. “jun, can you… help me clean up now, please?” you ask timidly.

he glances over at you, looking like he’s about to ask why you need help, but then he sees you still bent awkwardly over the table and his cum still covering your back, and his eyes widen. “oh! shit, yeah– yes, i’m so sorry, i will–” he stammers, almost tripping over his backpack in his hurry to go get a tissue from the box by the door.

you sigh, more exhausted than mad, knowing you can’t really fault him. he comes back over a second later, gripping a wadded-up handful of tissues.

he drops them on your back and begins wiping at your skin, gingerly cleaning you off. when he’s satisfied with his work, he balls up the tissues and tosses them into the small can by the door.

“oh!” he says, realizing. “i think we have antibacterial wipes in here too, do you want me to use one of those? er, wait, i don’t know if they’re safe for skin…”

with your back (mostly) clean again, you stand up, wincing at the ache in your hips. “it’s fine, don’t worry about it. i’ll shower when i get home.”

you limp over to your chair, picking up your clothes and sitting down to start getting dressed again.

when jun finishes pulling his shirt over his head and looks over at you he gasps, seeing the bruises across your hips and tummy. “holy shit! did i do that?” he asks, looking horrified, and you look down to check.

“oh. yeah, that and the table,” you shrug, hooking your bra behind your back.

“i’m sorry,” he says, voice quivering, and he genuinely looks like he’s about to cry until you convince him you’re alright and he didn’t do anything wrong.

“it’s not supposed to hurt, though, i thought,” he frowns. “i don’t want to hurt you. i lo– um, like you,” he says, “why would i want to hurt you?” he catches himself quickly, but you heard what he started to say. you decide now isn’t the best moment for you to bring it up, so you leave it alone.

“sometimes people like it when it hurts. sometimes people like it not to hurt. everybody’s different,” you tell him instead.

he nods, thinking. “i… liked this,” he says finally.

you smile, finishing putting the last of your clothes back on. “good, i’m glad. you’re supposed to enjoy it.”

“did… you like it?” he asks tentatively.

“yes, i did like it,” you giggle, and he beams, clearly proud of himself. and he should be. obviously it wasn’t the most perfect of your life, but when is it ever? it was close enough to perfect that it might as well be.

“you live on campus, right? so i don’t need to walk you to your car?” he asks, grabbing his jacket that somehow fell on the floor and tossing it onto his chair as he starts to shut everything down in the studio.

you sigh. damn, you’d forgot about this part. sure, a couple hours ago you could walk just fine to the communications building on the complete opposite side of campus, but you hadn’t planned on getting railed within an inch of your life so you hadn’t exactly thought to bring your car. “yeah, but i… it’s on the south end, and i probably won’t be able to walk very far,” you mumble, avoiding his gaze. “i’ll take the shuttle.”

he frowns. “i’m not gonna let you take the bus. i can give you a ride.”

“you don’t need to, jun.”

“yes, i do,” he says assertively, and it startles you enough to meet his eyes. you haven’t ever heard his voice that firm, and when you look up his expression is as equally determined as his tone. not that you’d ever admit it to him, but it is kind of… hot.

you decide not to argue with him, knowing you won’t be able to change his mind anyway. you nod an ‘okay’, and his face instantly brightens to the awkward, nerdy jun you’re used to, beaming like he did when you first agreed to another date, back in the café what feels like ages ago.

“are you doing anything tonight?” you ask, watching him shut down the equipment and turn all the knobs and dials to an off position.

“no. i mean, i was gonna catch up on my show, but then, i didn’t expect for… this, to happen, so…” he shrugs. “i don’t know.”

“do you wanna come over? i… i mean, not to do anything. just… wanna be with you.” your voice comes out smaller than you intend it to, but jun still hears you loud and clear.

“yeah,” he grins. “yeah, that would be really cool.”

he pauses, looking like he wants to ask you something but not sure if he should. “can i give you a hug?” he says finally.

you smile. only junhui would ask for something as small and sweet as a hug after having sex. “yes, please.”

he crosses the room in two strides, barely giving you time to process before he’s squeezing you in his arms. you sigh and automatically melt into his arms, inhaling the perfumey scent of his cologne lingering on his wrinkled clothes.

it feels… good, being cared about.

he finishes shutting everything down quickly and grabs his things, swinging his backpack over his shoulder as he flips off the lights and closes the door behind you, making sure it’s locked before heading down the stairs.

you hate the way your legs tremble going down the steps, cursing him for being so good at his first time, because who the hell is that good their first time? already at the bottom of the stairs, jun looks back to see where you are and why you aren’t beside him, and, seeing you gripping onto the side railing for support, he dashes back up the steps two at a time to grab your arm and help you.

“you weren’t kidding when you said you couldn’t walk,” he giggles, holding the door open for you, and oh my god you want to hit him. “does that always happen? i thought people always just made that up to sound cool.”

“yes, i wasn’t kidding, and no, it doesn’t always,” you mutter, face heating in embarrassment. “depends on the person and how rough it is.”

his smile widens, the implied meaning of your words sinking in. “so what you’re saying is, my di–”

“junnie, if you finish that sentence, i swear to god i will never have sex with you ever again.”

he giggles, but he shuts his mouth, helping you the rest of the way to his car in silence. this time you know for sure, it’s a good silence.

his car is nicer than you’d expect a man’s car to be: clean and fairly organized, and there’s no half-eaten fast food in the backseat. he swings open the door for you and tries to help you sit down, but you swat his hand away.

he jogs around to the driver side door and slides into the seat, slamming it shut behind him. he buckles up, then grabs a candy cane from the pile in the cupholder and holds it out to you. “candy cane?”

“i’m… good,” you laugh, forcing yourself not to make a joke about having better things to suck on. why does he even have those in his car?

the ride to your apartment complex is pleasant. as expected from the radio man himself, as soon as the key is in the ignition, he turns the radio on, humming along to every song. you find yourself spending most of the drive staring at him, studying the tiny features in his cheeks when he smiles and the way his adam’s apple bobs when he hums.

after a shower, clean pajamas, and a raid of your refrigerator for snacks and something to drink, you’re snuggled up on the couch with jun, catching up on the show he wanted to watch. it’s the middle of some random season and you have no idea what’s going on, but you don’t care. just being here with him is more than enough for you, and you’re glad he’s enjoying being here, too.

“do you have a voice kink?” he asks suddenly at one of the commercials.

you nearly choke on your gatorade. “i– well, i mean… i didn’t used to, but…” you sputter out, your cheeks burning in embarrassment. “where did you even hear that?”

“jeonghan said you might.”

you scoff. you still haven’t met junhui’s broadcasting partner yet, but you already have some choice words in mind for him when you do finally get to have the pleasure of meeting him. “well, tell him to keep his thoughts to himself,” you say, taking another smaller sip and avoiding his grin.

“so is that a yes?”

you roll your eyes and ignore him, which might as well be a yes, but you choose not to admit it. you know you definitely need to talk to him about… everything, but he seems so happy right now, you don’t want to risk ruining the evening.

but luckily for you, he brings it up himself at the next commercial break.

“how long do i have to wait until i can ask you to be my girlfriend?” he says, muting the tv and looking over at you.

you laugh. “were we not… already?” you ask. “we’ve been on, like, four dates. usually that part happens before you have sex.”

he looks a little disappointed, for some reason. not exactly the reaction you’d expect when someone tells you they want to keep seeing you. “oh. um, well…” he starts, scratching at the back of his neck. “i planned it all out, i was gonna do this big thing and ask you. i thought i was supposed to. i meant to do it earlier, but…” he trails off, cheeks turning pink.

your expression softens. “you… can ask me now,” you say, putting your hand on his thigh.

“okay.” he clears his throat, sitting up straighter on the couch. “will you be my girlfriend?”

you try not to laugh at how serious he is, knowing he’s really, really trying. “yes, of course,” you reply, trying to match his seriousness.

“is that okay? that i didn’t do it right?” he asks nervously, fiddling with the hem of the blanket covering your laps.

you smile and bring your hand up to his cheek, pulling him towards you to give him a quick kiss. “you did it perfect, junnie.”

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[sukunasweetheart]

That classmate sukuna post was just 🤌 a part 2 with dating headcanons pls🫣 if you take requests. Thank you 💕

the referenced post is over here thank you for enjoying! hope you like these extras as well <3

what would dating classmate sukuna be like??

well, at the beginning, its mostly sukuna dragging you around to places after school... he knows all the obscure food places that nobody is aware of- you know those dingy looking places that serve top tier food? yea.

you wonder if this is his idea of what "dates" are, just sitting and eating together lmao, but your heart still flutters even if a lot of the time there is pretty little conversation other than the usual bickering the two of you do because he does little things like giving you the last dumpling or whatever else it is that he's ordered as a side or pouring you a glass of water before he pours himself one

its like this until you begin taking more initiative and suggest the two of you do other things as a couple, like watching movies and going to cute aesthetic cafes, whatever floats your boat! (he'll most likely have a bored look on his face, but look, he'll find some way of having fun, because he always has you to tease, after all)

he probably enjoys more active date stuff like going to the arcade! throwing basketballs into the hoops, shooting games, table hockey, you name it (good luck winning against him)

will probably make everything into a competition and challenge you... and the loser gets a flick to the forehead, or something like that

(you shut your eyes and brace yourself at the end of each game for the impact, but it doesnt come for a while... when you crack open one eye a little, you see that hes smirking in that endearing way at you, because you look so cute with your eyes closed like that, waiting for him)

definitely goes easy on you, and the gentle flick gets you all flustered and shy

(maybe he gets bored of flicking towards the end and gives you a kiss instead)

cough cough anyway

on your way out of the arcade, if you make puppy eyes at him while gesturing at the claw machine filled with cute plushies, maybe he'll cave in and get one for you

what gets shoved into your arms afterwards is a big ass kirby plush

he doesnt get whats so good about such a dull looking creature, but whatever makes you happy, i guess

at school, nothing much changes except that hes a bit more affectionate with his bullying-- arm around your shoulder, sneaky kisses in the hallways, cuddling behind the school building on some days, but its not like the two of you are joined hip to hip constantly, since he has his friends and you have yours

dont bother taking him on study dates - or, if you wanna see him doze off, you should because thats all he'd do, since sukuna does the bare minimum when it comes to studying and still gets good grades

dont ask him to tutor you, he'd be a really mean teacher

but, well, if theres something that you're really struggling with, i guess he wont be opposed to helping out a little, in exchange for something like a free meal later

(but he ends up paying anyway.. when you tell him about the agreement earlier, he'll go "did i say that? i forgot. whatever, just leave it be." its just his tsundere way of saying "dont worry about it" bc he actually has no intention of making you pay for him)

sukuna does his daily activities of beating up losers and getting regular detentions, but now he also finds pleasure in seeing you waiting for him during after school hours by the entrance to walk home with him

is smug 24/7 and its incredibly hard to fluster him

but maybeee it happens once when you give him a big fat kiss on the lips before running away, which stuns him a little

(is definitely gonna chase you up for a second one. better watch out, hes fast as fuck boi)

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[hughesurdaddy43]

hello lovely🫶🏼 if ur requests are open and whenever you have time could you write something absolutely gut wrenchingly heartbreaking that ends with some fluff w Q and somehow add in the brothers being involved too? Like they are on your side or whatever! Just in an angst mood😮‍💨

This sucksssssss, I had this whole thing planned out and then forgot about it butttttttt ngl i kind of love it, it's just not as heart breaking as I wanted it. also i was gonna make quinn and jacl fight over her bc we love that but we also love soft boy jack whos just worried.

AND IDK HOW TO WRITE FLUFF? I MEAN I DO BUT I FOCUSED MORE ON THE HEARTBREAKING PART?? IS THIS EVEN SAD? IDK BUT I LISTENED TO TAYLOR WHILE WRITING IT

tw?// attempt to d&d??

also trevor zegras scares me

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you watched Quinn on the other side of the fire, slow dancing with another girl.

You knew coming to this bonfire would be a bad idea, your friends were his friends first. Of course he'd be here.

Jack, in the chair right beside you leans over. "Don't even pay attention to him, Ash. He's a dick for bringing another girl, he knew you were coming." Your heart crumbles, he knew you were coming and still brought another girl.

"It's barely been two months, how could he have moved on that fast?" Luke, from the other side of you chuckles, causing both you and Jack to look over at him. "You think he's moved on? She's definitely a rebound, Ash. I mean, look at her."

You bring the drink in your hand up to your lips, taking another sip as you look back at Quinn. You've been watching him all night, hoping he'd come up to you. "Why is it so easy for him?" You mumble to yourself. Since your breakup, you've been a wreck. Life without Quinn wasn’t something you were used to, something you hated.

"I think I should go." Your legs feel like jello when you stand up and it takes you a moment to balance yourself.

Jack stands up beside you, grabbing your arm. "You can't drive Ash, you’re drunk." He tries to grab your keys from your hand but you pull away.

"I'm fine, Jack. I can't be here."

You start to walk to your car that's parked amongst all the other vehicles that have piled in over the last couple of hours. Your head is spinning and your thoughts are all over the place. Luke and Jack are calling your name from behind you, and a lot of heads are turning your way, but there's one thing only that's on your mind. Get away from Quinn, as far as possible.

When you reach your car and get the door open, Jack slams it shut. "I'm not letting you drive, Ash. You're drunk, and I can't drive you because I'm drunk. Just give it a few hours, will you?"

The tears that we're threatening to spill from your eyes finally fall.

"Listen, I know he's being a piece of shit right now, but it's not worth risking your life over."

"I already risked my life for him, Jack! I moved countries for him, and I quit my job, I left my friends. I left everything I knew and loved! And for what? For him to break my heart?"

Your back slides against the side of your car as you let your body fall to the ground. Sober you would be completely embarrassed with how you're acting, but with all the alcohol in your system you don't really care. Your face is buried into your hands as you cry your heart out, until you hear a voice. His voice.

"Ash? What's going on"

Quinn walks towards you with worry filled eyes, and he kneels down until the two of you are face to face. "Baby, what's wrong?" And with the use of the pet name that you had been so used to hearing, your heart aches.

"I want to go home." You cry out.

Quinn doesn’t hesitate, standing up and pulling you with him. He starts leading you to the passenger side of the car.

-

The car ride is quiet. The road ahead of you is long and dark, and you can't remember the last time you've seen another car.

Quinn starts messing with the radio, but club mixes and jazz aren't his vibe for tonight, so he settles with nothing.

"We weren’t supposed to end up like this." You mumble, mostly to yourself but it's loud enough for him to hear.

Quinn laughs, running his hand through his hair. "I didn’t have much of a choice, Ash."

You look at him, trying to decipher whether or not he's kidding. It's clear he isn’t.

"I'm not drunk enough for you to gaslight me into thinking I'm the reason we broke up."

"You’re kidding me, right? Ash, you're the one who left!"

Now it's your turn to laugh. "I didn’t just leave, Quinn. You pushed me away."

The car comes to a stop, the smell of burnt rubber fills your nose.

"I pushed you away? You left! I watched you leave! You took your fucking house key off the chain and dropped it on the table, and then you left!"

You feel like a small child with how Quinn is yelling in your face. You can't remember a time where he's ever been so angry with you.

In one swift move, you open the car door and get out. "I'm walking home!"

Quinn rolls the window down and begins shouting for you, but you’re already quite a distance away. He follows right beside you, begging for you to get back into the car.

"Baby, please get in the car."

You slow down, whipping your head to face him "Don’t you dare! Don't call me that."

At this point, Quinn puts the car in park and walks over to grab you.

You pull your arm out of his grasp and try to walk away, but he doesn’t let you.

"Stop being so stubborn, Ash! Just get in the damn car!."

With your back towards him, you let your shoulders drop. You can't fight back with out the fear of crying again, and you’re so tired of crying over him.

"Why didn’t you tell me that you love me?"

You finally ask the million dollar question and it takes both of you by surprise.

Quinn sighs, and even though you aren’t looking at him, you know that he's running his hand through his hair. His signature move that you know all too well.

"You didn’t give me time to think." He says, and you scoff. " You shouldn’t have needed time, Quinn. When you know, you know."

You can hear his footsteps approaching you until he's pressed up against your back.

"No, I didn’t need to know if I loved you or not. Fuck.

I just, I couldn’t just say 'I love you' back. You deserved more than that, and I just, God. I'm speechless here, Ash. Of course I loved you, I still love you. You think you're worth only three words? I think you’re worth everything and more. You wanted me to tell you that I love you yet you didn’t even give me a chance!"

Once again, you’re crying. Quinn takes this as his chance to come around you and pull you into a hug.

"I love you, okay? And I don't want to fight anymore so will you please get in the car?"

You look up at Quinn, nodding your head, ready to forget about tonight.

Quinn gently raises his hand up to your face, wiping away your stray tears.

"I love you Quinn, so much. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, baby. Lets get you home."

Quinn walks you back to your car, haphazardly parked on the side of the road. Once the two of you are in the car, Quinn in the driver seat, you in the passenger, he reaches his right hand across the center console and grabs your hand that's resting on your thigh.

You look over at him. His left hand is on the steering wheel and his eyes are focused on the road.

"Will you stay over? I don't think I can go another night without you."

Quinns eyes dart to you before settling back on the road, he brings your hand up to his lips and leaves a kiss.

"I'm all yours, baby."

IM SORRY I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END THIS.

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[b4nka1]

ANIME men and cockwarming (not proofread)

cw: sexual content, dni if uncomfortable, smut, choking, usage of pet names, cockwarming ofc, not all kinks are mentioned here bc i forgot what i wrote

— GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ

definitely into cockwarming. would shamelessly bring you to the espada meeting amd make you sit on his lap, cockwarming him while the other espada stared at y'all in disbelief. by the end of the meeting, after all the espada left, he would throw you onto the table and fuck you mercilessly, grabbing your throat, squeezing it harshly. the next day yoy definitely had to ask szayelaporro for painkillers as well as birth control.

— UCHIHA SHISUI

he definitely hates the idea of cockwarming. he thinks that it is pointless to have a cock buried inside of you when there's no sex happening at all. so its definitely a no-no from shisui. but he would give in very rarely, and when he does, he makes sure that you don't move an inch or you're done for. you asked for it so you're getting it, so you better behave, that's what he thinks.

— HISAGI SHUHEI

he automatically becomes the sub when cocmwarming. your tight walls surround his thick length, clenching at his cock. he moans loudly, gripping your hips tighter as his face buries in between your tits.you can feel his cock twitch inside you. man is so sensitive, he might just come if you squeeze a little tighter.

— HATAKE KAKASHI

an absolute whore for cockwarming. could have you sat down on his lap for hours while his cock is buried into you and he reads icha icha. when really aroused, he would use your mouth as a cockwarmer. would have you on your knees, gagging on his cock as tears slipped from your eyes. though, whenever you sit on his lap, he makes sure to thrust up once or twice in ever 30 minutes, teasing you for the reward you would get later if you behaved.

— NANAMI KENTO

oh god. this man would absolutely have you sitting on him while he is doing his work overtime, that's when he's the most stressed. if you don't behave he'll probably either slap your ass nice and hard or tweak your sensitive nipples. when he's done with his work, he gently puts his laptop and phone aside and roughly shoves all the other items on his table to the floor, slamming you ass down on it, hips thrusting upward. he would fuck the living daylights out of you and make sure that you behave like a good girl for him

— RORONOA ZORO

OKAYYYYY like bro where do i start. my man doesn't like cockwarming using a mouth or a pussy. he straight up shoves his cock between your round tits and every once or so he pushes the tip of his cock to your chin to wipe the precum on it. if you're being a good girl he might as well give you a suck or two. he could go all day while having his cock pressed between your tits, and when he reaches his limit, he just fucks your cleavage and cums all over your face and tits.

— ABARAI RENJI

he's loud, and so is his sex drive. cockwarming doesn't last for more than 2 minutes with him. he gets bored of it quickly and pushes your face down onto the bed, holding your hands from the behind and fucks you ruthlessly, ignoring your cries and moans. he definitely loves to see a cunt squeezing around nothing after he cums into you and pulls out, cum dripping down your hole and flowing down your thighs.

a/n: i feel so pressured to write the requests so here yall go 😭😭😭💕

#grimmjow jaegerjaquez #uchiha shisui #hatake kakashi #hisagi shuhei #roronoa zoro #nanami kento #bleach #naruto #naruto shippuden #abarai renji #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #shisui x reader #renji x reader #kakashi x reader #nanami x reader #shuhei x reader #zoro x reader #one piece #grimmjow x reader #smut

[hoshigray]

HEYYY🤪who ever requested y/n bratting off to toji is a blessing fr.🙏🏼 Can you also do the same thing but fluff edition. If the post is gone, dont worry about it. Love your writing!!

No worries, noonie, bc I made sure to save the fluff version as a Word doc if needed, lol. But here ya go, hope ya enjoy and tysm!!:)

Reminder: This is a sfw/fluff version of this thirst!

Cw: Toji x reader - fluff!! - pet names (baby, kid/kiddo) - implied that reader is shorter than Toji - first, the reader is sour, but then they're sweet :) - Toji calls you a 'bitch' but not in a belittling way, just frustrated with your antics - lots of humor bc we love making this man suffer, lol - the reader gives him a scare hiding from him (again, make him suffer! but he's hella worried about you so </3) - angst(?) - reader being a brat and Toji being a grumpy bf = a perfect couple ♡ Wc: 2.4k

It's late in the night, WAY past the midnight hour. The streets are quiet, people are home sleeping, and the air is curtained in a cool mist from rain not too long ago.

And yet here you are, in an open grocery store skimming through the fruits section. You pick up a bag of apples and examine them before placing them back down, moving on to the next aisle.

Behind you, the squeaky wheels of the shopping cart follow your every step, driven by your boyfriend — Toji.

The two of you had left a movie theater to see a movie you'd been anticipating seeing, which only had seating at the last showing of its week — 12:30 a.m. The runtime was two hours and thirty minutes, so it wasn't to your surprise that the plaza was utterly empty by the time it ended. Although you're happy you got to see the movie, you made a mental note to get tickets earlier next time.

Suddenly, you realize you forgot to grocery shop, and most nearby stores are closed. But after many trips around the neighborhood, you've finally found a store open for twenty-four hours.

So here you are, scoping around the aisles to pick up things and check them off your list. Now all there's left is the toilet paper, which would be right on the top shelf...that you can't reach.

You turn to your side to see your boyfriend looking down at his phone. Well, he's no help. With a sigh, you place your phone inside your pocket and try to carefully reach for the toilet paper, stepping on the lower shelves and being mindful not to step on any of the items below.

Toji notices something up when he glances up at you trying to climb up to get something from the top shelf. Putting his phone in his jean jacket, he comes around and hovers over you while grabbing for the toilet paper. You watch, and you shake your head at him. Damn, tall people...Hold on. An idea pops inside your head, and a grin molds onto your lips.

"Hey!" You call out to the man before he puts the item at the bottom of the cart. "I was getting that."

"I know, but y'r lil legs and arms weren't getting you any far, baby." He sends you a sly smirk, causing you to take offense to his comment.

Oh, two can play this game, Mister..."Put it back."

His brows crease together. "What?"

"Put it back up there," you repeat yourself to the man and point at the top shelf. His confused expression is still present when he hesitantly does what you instruct him. "And then pick me up to get it."

He looks at you like you're crazy. "What kind of shit are you on?"

You giggle. "Oh, come on, Toji. I was trying to get it, so I wanna do it."

"You could barely touch it."

"Not unless I have my trusty, tall boyfriend to help me, so pick me up!" You lift your arms for your waist to be open for grabs, and Toji just stares at you. With a heavy sigh and a scrunched expression, he lifts you up effortlessly, and you happily take the toilet paper he just put back up.

You beam at him once you're put down, and the older man has never rolled his eyes so fast. "Actin' like a damn kid."

Your tone is matter-of-fact as you put the item under the cart: "You call me a kid all the time, so I gotta uphold the title. Okay, that should be everything from my list, so let's get the other stuff."

"Other stuff?"

"Yeah, like sandwich meat, chips, and juice for Tsumiki and Megumi. They're going swimming with their friends tomorrow, and they need lunch to take with them."

Toji crosses his arms, examining you walk past him with the cart. "I suppose you're the one paying for all that."

"I'm absolutely...not," you don't have to turn around to know the man behind you has his jaw dropped. "I'm paying for the things on my list, and you pay for the other stuff."

"And what makes you think I'd pay? I already paid for the dinner and the tickets for the damn movie."

"Yes, indeed you did. But guess what, I'm using my money for my things. So, Toji dearest, it's only right that you pay for the things for your children." You peek behind you to see your boyfriend throw daggers at you with emerald eyes. Your smile only grows. "What kind of father would you be if you don't care for those angels?"

Toji just groans and mumbles curses under his breath. "They're only angels when you're around, ya damn brat..."

The two of you head to the snack aisle, the right side harboring a massive assortment of chips. You stop the cart when you spot a brand of chips you remember is a favorite in the Fushiguro household. The only problem is that the flavor you're looking for — which is on the bottom shelf — is nearly empty, meaning the last few are further in the back.

"Hey, Toji," The named man comes from behind, resting his chin on your head. "Those chips down there, ya think there could still be some in the far back?"

"Mmm," His broad chest vibrates against your back from his gruff hum. "Probably."

"Mind getting them for me."

"....Why can't you get it?"

"Because I told you to get it. Besides," you bring up your hands with two fingers up to air quote your following sentence. "I don't think my 'lil arms and legs' will get me far."

Toji's quiet for a few moments, and you bite your lip to not laugh. But it's no use when he flicks your ear before leaving your side, giggles fake cries of pain exiting your lips. "Fuckin' bitch."

"I heard that!"

"Good." You blow a raspberry at him as he groans, kneeling to the floor, and crouches to put his head under the shelf. The image of your brawny man squeezing through the racks is a rarity, and you can't laugh because you know he'll kill you once he gets back up. So, with silent quickness, you grab your smartphone, take a picture, and swiftly put it back in your pocket. You chuckle to yourself in accomplishment. That's for calling me a bitch, you bastard.

The man comes up with a bag of chips in hand, the exact flavor you were looking for. However, "Woah, woah, woah, that's not the right size."

"What are you on about this time?"

"I always get the family-size. That's just the regular one."

"Yeah, so?"

"So?" The older man is visibly vexed that you repeat after him, yet you continue. "Toji, I know you're gonna snack on those later, but I'm gonna use it to pack lunch for the kids. And judging by how small the packaging is, that's not gonna last for the entire week — let alone three days. Miki and Megs aren't gonna like you for that. Go get the family-size pack."

"They don't have it down here; it's just this!"

"Well, what are you gonna do? Buy three more bags...Oh."

Toji notices you spot something that puts your thoughts aside, so he follows your line of sight to the top shelf. As you described earlier, family-sized chips were stationed at the very top, unlike at the bottom stand where they usually are.

All you can do is smile sheepishly at Toji when you two glance at each other, the older man giving you the heaviest glare you've ever received. "If you ask me to pick you up again, I'm throwin' ya up there and leavin' you til next time."

"Don't bother. I'm going to get the sandwich meats." You turn away from him and the cart to hide your laughs and head to the deli aisle. "You stay right there. I'll be right back."

"Hmph, whatever." The man grabs the right size of chips and chucks them into the cart. And then he leans against the shelves, waiting for your arrival so you two can finally leave the store.

One minute pasts. Then two...Three....Four.....Five—What the fuck!?

There's no way the store is that big for you to find the deli aisle. It's nearly been six minutes, and you have yet to return to the snack aisle! Toji can only wonder what it is that's taking you so damn long. They probably saw somethin' cute and will ask me to get it for 'em. Hmph, like hell. Or maybe they don't have the sandwich meats they're lookin' for and are tryin' to find something else to substitute. Or they could be lost, who knows.

But the more he thinks, his thoughts delve into darker reflections. And if they're lost, would they run into someone for help? What if that person doesn't work here, talking to a damn stranger. What if that bastard is making them uncomfortable? Taking advantage of them. Or worse: a kidnapping.

Dread corrupts all of Toji's senses when his mind wanders to the worst scenarios, but he can't help it when you haven't returned to him. There's already one person he's lost in his life, and he wouldn't want to lose you too. That's why he straightens himself up and ditches the cart full of your stuff to find you for himself. Because if you aren't in this store right now, things will start to get ugly.

He storms out of the aisle, looking around to assess the parameter. Deep breaths don't seem to calm him down, as the dry bob in his throat makes it difficult to swallow. He looks up to see the signs for every aisle. Deli...Where the hell is—

That thought grinds to a halt when he hears footsteps approach from behind. So Toji turns around with haste, grabbing the pocket knife always kept in his jean pocket.

However, he doesn't pull the defensive weapon out. Instead, his tense physique relaxes, and a wave of relief soothes him down back to Earth. Because the footsteps belonged to you. You were okay.

"Damn, you and your freaky senses! I was hiding behind that bread rack over there and waiting for you to turn around so I could surprise you. Hehe, but I can see you must've—Ow, ow, ouch!!!"

Unlike before, genuine cries of pain fly out your mouth when Toji pinches your cheeks, twisting them so hard that you scream louder the tighter the grip. He doesn't let go until you step on his foot, and even then, the hurtful wails are replaced with laughter.

"You absolute fucking brat." You try to cover your giggles with your hands, but the irritated expression on Toji's face makes it difficult to keep your composure. "Over here tryin' to scare me and shit when I'm wondering what the hell's takin' you so damn long. Not even my own damn kids give me this much trouble."

"Oh shit, pfffthaha. At lea-At least I—wheeze," You're trying so hard to look your boyfriend in the eye, but God was you in hysterics. Tears prickle, and you slowly reveal some packaged items in your hands. "At least I got the sandwich meat."

Toji swiftly snatches the deli products off your grasp, causing you to laugh even harder to the point of your stomach hurting and your eyes forced shut. But that doesn't stop the man from pulling you to the unattended cart by the back of your neck, caging you between him and the handlebar.

But no matter, because you still laugh walking down the aisle with him. You still laugh at the self-checkout. And you still laugh when putting the groceries in the trunk of Toji's car and placing the cart in the corral.

Even when you sit in the passenger seat, chuckles fill the silence and one-sided tension. You peer to Toji's side to see him harbor a scowl while facing the windshield, downright avoiding you. "Oh, come on, Toji, it was just a little prank. You gotta admit it was kinda funny!"

He shakes his head, eyes still honed in front of him.

"What? Oh, so you're not gonna talk to me?"

Nothing.

"Are you serious? Toji, it wasn't even that big of a deal. Were you worried about me for real—"

"Yeah, kid." Now he looks at you; his forest-green orbs capture yours as if luring you to listen to what he's saying. "I was fuckin' worried about you. Thought somethin' bad happened or...whatever, forget it." Toji lets a heavy sigh exit his system, resting his head on his hand.

And you just watch him, not bothering to say a word back. It doesn't take long for you to understand where he's coming from because you're already beating yourself about it with the uneasy silence between you two.

You know about Toji's loss — his late wife, Megumi's mother. You don't know too much about her passing. However, you're enormously aware of how significant a toll the loss took on Toji. It took him a long time to even consider dating again and putting a label on your relationship.

So now that he's with you, it's easy to understand that he doesn't want you getting hurt and anything dreadful happening on your end.

And yet, acting like a child isn't making things any better.

You silently exhale and hesitantly set a hand on the one lying still on his thigh. You notice his head turn in your direction from the sudden contact, but you don't address it, just leaning on him with your head on his shoulder. Toji lets you do so.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry like that." You say to him, your eyes on your hand rubbing on the back of his. "Just wanted to act silly with you, is all. Didn't want to scare you."

"Who told you to act silly?"

"Uhh, me? 'Cause it's like 3 a.m., just the two of us. And it's the weekend."

You can feel the rise and fall of his shoulder following the sigh he lets out through his nose. Toji then removes his hand from you and puts it on your shoulder to keep you close. "You can be a pain in the ass, ya know that, kiddo?"

"Yeah, yeah. But I know you love me for it~." You move to happily kiss him on the cheek.

"Yeah, sure." He kisses your temple and rests his head on yours. The two of you indulge in the comfortable silence of the car for a few minutes, relinquishing each other's presence before driving home. "Just be a lil' more careful, 'kay, baby?"

"Mmm, promise."

...

But you're still gonna make that picture you took of Toji your wallpaper. It's a true gem. Plus, it's what you get for calling me a bitch.

#𝑯𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔: 𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk toji #jjk imagines #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji x reader #toji x y/n #toji imagine #toji headcanons #toji fanfic #fushiguro toji x you #fushiguro toji x reader

[pr0wlerpunk]

P.s- I love you

Person: 1610!Miles morales

Afab!reader

Requested:|Yes|No|

@alisblackgf : can I get earth-1610!miles x Reader where they’re childhood best friends and are just like. In love with each other. And then confess. IDK IM A SUCKER FOR FLUFF AND CONFESSIONS

Warnings: angst(?), slight cussing, both miles and reader being Extremely oblivious to each other’s feelings, miles and reader are both 16 bc I feel like it’s more realistic for 16 year olds to have this sort of issues(idk man), the ending is rushed ngl

Translations; Amor: love, Mi Vida: My Life, Mi Corazón: my heart

Tags: @alisblackgf

Ever since you could remember you knew miles..

See growing up your mother was a hairstylist, so that meant she knew any and everyone.

From the browns to the jakobs…

But there was always one name that stood out most

Morales…

Your mother was friends with Rio and your father with Jefferson-which automatically made you friends with their son, miles.

Miles was a sweet boy, always doing right and helping out his family

But

Boy was he shy

When you all first met he never walked away from his mom’s side, which you thought was weird since you were only 5

But as time grew miles warmed up to you, and you realized just how amazing he was

And I mean so amazing that all you wanted to do was be around him

So your mom made plans and before you know it, you lived a couple blocks down from the Morales’s

Every birthday was spent at each other’s houses

Every Christmas

Every thanksgiving

Any and everything was done together..

You and miles grew up close together, so close that even some would say it was the universe proving how you both were meant to be

He was your corazón

And you

His vida…

🕷️

12 years later

You had officially made it to the same school as miles, and would not leave him alone.(not that he minded, you were his girl after all..even if he hadn’t said it yet)

He was your boy and you made sure everyone knew that…

Especially that little Gwen Stacy chick.

When miles first told you about her you thought she was alright, she seemed smart, and she had an interest in the drums

He told you how they met and how he wouldn’t clarify it as them being friends

But still, the way he talked about her made it seem different..

You weren’t the jealous type, but something about her was off…

And then next thing you knew, he was always leaving with her

“Sorry [___], Me and Gwen have some plans after school, I’ll make it up to you amor, I promise”

At first you thought it was ok, miles was making more friends and you were happy for him…

But every time you would ask him to hang or even walk home together he would always say he had plans with Gwen…

“I promised Gwen I’d help her with something today, I’ll make it up to you amor, I promise”

It was all bout her

“Ah [___], I forgot me and Gwen have to do something right now, I’ll make it up to you amor, I promise”

Normally you wouldn’t care if he flaked but you had something for him…

A letter.

You had spent hours on perfecting it

Now it was just about giving it to him…

But maybe you’d wait a little.

🕷️

And so that’s what you did,

You waited..

Hours had became days…

days turned into nights….

And nights went into weeks.

And then you realized

Nothing was going to change unless you made the change and reached out

And so the very next day, you did…

🕷️

Rio, miles mom let you in after school telling you how happy she was to see you and how miles was In his room

You thanked her and made your way to his, the path now unfamiliar since the last time you had been there

Which was-if you could remember-a week or two

As you neared his door you could hear hushed voices.

You leaned in slowly, pressing your ear to the door

“Im telling you Gwen, she’s amazing”

A confused look spread onto you face as you continued to listen

“Then why can’t you confess to her miles?”

Confess…confess to who?

“I don’t know, I mean we’ve been best friends for forever…I don’t wanna ruin things…”

W-was he talking about you?

“If shes a True Friend like you say she is, then she’ll hear you out-”

And suddenly it went quiet

“I got to go miles, Peter needs me back at his”

Then the window was shut

And that’s when you decided you would enter…

“Miles we need to tal-” You froze, there miles was, standing on his ceiling in what looked like a spiderman suit

“[___] I can explain!”

You watched in horror as your best friend jumped from his ceiling to his floor in a matter of seconds

“WHATS THERE TO EXPLAIN MILES??” You were livid, how could he keep something like this from you?

“Uhm im Spiderman….”

You stared at him a furious expression plastered on your face

“WELL I KNOW THAT NOW…”

Miles visibly cringed hearing you yell at him

“[___] Please calm down!, my moms gonna think something’s up!”

You glared at him

And then you put two and two together

“Miles…”

He looked at you, a soft smile forming onto his face

“Yea?”

“Gwen knows…doesn’t she?”

You already knew the answer, but you wanted to hear it come from his mouth

“She was the first person to know”

And you felt your heart shatter even more..

“Alright..yea, no that’s-it’s fine” You hurriedly turned to leave as tears threatened to spill down your face

“[___] don’t be like that, please amor” You felt his hand grab your wrist, and for the first time in weeks…you felt his skin…

And god everything was telling you to turn around and forgive him..

“D-don’t call me that miles”

But you didn’t… instead you ripped your wrist away from his grasp as you glared at him

Miles heart broke seeing your cold gaze…

And then something caught his eye.

“[___] w-whats that?”

You froze, he was never meant to see the envelope..especially not after what just happened

“It’s nothing”

You hurriedly tried to hide it, but you were too late

“Mi Vida, please!” He desperately pleaded

And you froze, the nickname you had came to love was now being used against you to get you to respond… and so you did

“Fine, you wanna know what it is so bad?!”

He anxiously nodded his head

“It’s a dumb letter..” You looked anywhere but him, not trying to see his face after what you where about to say

“I’ve been trying to confess to you for years miles…” your voice soft as you thought about all the times you wanted to tell him you loved him

“But you never got the hint…s-so I thought I’d write you a letter”

You finally held up the red and black envelope.

you watched as he took it from your hands, his gaze fixated on the little hearts and sunflowers that decorated the front

“Amor, I’m sorry, if I had known I would’ve made time for you I promise!”

You scoffed

“Miles cut the bull!”

He stared at you confused

“You would have Never, made time for me, and…I know that know”

He shook his head no, his mouth opening to speak…

But no words came out

And so you nodded, wiping the tears from your eyes before looking at him

Nothing was said as you turned to leave…

And nothing was said as you did

Miles laid awake that night.

he couldn’t sleep, not after what you told him all those hours ago

Earlier…

Rio had saw how you left, tears streaming down your face as broken sobs left your mouth

She immediately went to go check on miles and what she saw broke her heart even more…

Miles was on the floor, pictures of you and him scattered around him as he himself let out broken sobs

Present

Miles couldn’t believe what you had told him

You had liked him for years…and he was so dense that he couldn’t realize it

And now it was too late…

He had lost you

God, if only he had payed more attention to you then maybe he would of gotten the letter sooner

Wait…

The letter..

THE LETTER!

Miles was quick to jump up and find the envelope

He looked around his already messy room until the red and plack cover caught his eye

Quickly he picked it up and opened it

His eyes welded up with tears as he read what you had wanted to tell him for years…

——————————————————

To mi corazón,

As I’m writing this I realize how corny it is.

I mean this isn’t a movie, but I just thought that making this would help me get of few things off my chest…

So here I go

Miles..

You don’t know how much you mean to me, when we first met I thought you were this shy nerdy little boy, But as we matured I came to realize that you were much much more.

You’re caring, and compassionate,

You’re not afraid to help someone in need,

You’re smart and funny,

You’re everything anyone could ever want…

So as I sit here writing this, I think…

I think about how we met.

I think about how we begged our families to live next to each other.

I think about our movie nights.

I think about our first day in elementary together.

I think about how our moms used to match us up in the same outfits.

I think about our first day of Highschool.

I think about how everyone would tell us we were meant for each other.

And I think about how the universe has kept us together…

Miles I was the luckiest girl in the world to meet you.

No matter what…

I won’t ever be mad at you.

I won’t ever not be there for you.

I won’t ever not appreciate you.

And I won’t ever doubt you.

Miles morales you’re the most perfect guy a girl could meet.

All always be your Vida and you, my Corazón

-[___]

Oh! And

P.s -

I love you

——————————————————

“Shit” he cursed whipping the fallen tears from his cheeks

He looked around his room until he spots his suit, he quickly grabbed it slipping the material on as he rushed to the window

Miles needed to talk to you…

🕷️

There you lay, tears streaming down your face as your music blasted through your room.

Your parents had night jobs, so that meant that they would sleep all day and go to work at night, which left little to no time for you…

But you didn’t mind it, you liked being by yourself

You could draw, watch tv, and blast music without any consequences…

Even if someone called the cops you wouldn’t be in trouble

(9 x out of 10 it was mr. Jefferson that came and he would just let you off with a warning)

You were zoned out thinking about everything that happened today,

You found out miles was Spider-Man

You confessed to him

And then you left.

When you had arrived home you went straight to the shower,

After your shower you put your playlist on shuffle and laid in bed

Which is what your still doing

And then..

There was a tap on your window

And another

And another

And then it stopped.

You let out a breath of relief

And then you heard it..

“Amor..”

“Amor, Are You awake?”

Peering over you pillow you came face to face with Spider-Man or now as you know

Miles…

“What’re you doing here miles..or should I say spiderman?”

He let out a soft groan at your tone of voice

“Cmon [___] don’t be like that”

You rolled over, turning away from him

“I read the letter…”

You froze but quickly regained your composure

“Oh goody”

Miles huffed, jumping on your ceiling and crawling over back to face you

“Did you mean it, everything you said…?”

You were quite for a moment, until you opened your eyes to finally face him

“….yea…”

He smiled and it instantly warmed your heart

“Do you forgive me?”

You let out a soft laugh as a smile made its way to your face

“….yea…”

You both went quite just staring at each other

“[___]”

“Yes miles”

“Can we cuddle?”

You let out a snort but quickly shook your head yes

“…..yes miles..”

He crawled(literally)into your bed wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you flush to his body

“Oh and Ps”

He mumbled into your neck

“I love You too”

BONUS

“You’re so corny Miles”

You let out a laugh as he quickly spoke up

“You started it!”

“….Nuh uh”

“[___]!!”

“BOTH OF YOU GO TO SLEEP”

You and miles stared at each other with shocked expressions

You looked up catching Gwen in her spider suit

“GWEN???”

“WAIT, GWEN??”

She waved before leaving

#rae speaks #miles morales x reader #miles morales #gwen stacy #zac zlander #zac abandoned rae #zac the liar

[takenbypeter]

omggggggg i have AMAZING wonka fic ideaaaaaa!

What if wonka and reader have been working together a lot lately (platonic relationship) and Willy has noticed that y/n is scratching her arms a lot but he can't see anything bc of her sleeves and so one day he catches her like, wrapping her arms or smth bc shes allergic to the soap they use to wash the stuff and she keeps scratching themmm! so then he like, helps her wrap them and then later when they wash stuff if he sees her scratching her arms he just takes her hand XDD (platonic relationship plsss) THANK YOU!

Prickling Irritation

Willy Wonka x reader (platonic)

Words: 636

You couldn’t take it anymore. This dusty old bedroom, the dripping wet laundry every day, the soap that irritated your skin. You couldn’t do it!

But you had to, all because you forgot to read the fine print. That’s how you ended up here at Scrubbit’s, darn that fine print!

It’s only been about a month since you’ve been stuck here, and already you weren’t the newest member of the crew. The latest member who joined was a chocolatier who went by the name of Willy Wonka.

He was unlike any who joined before, he was ambitious and bold in his speech, at first it was amusing, but as he continued, he was quite motivating.

However, you would prefer not to do anything that got you into further trouble so here you worked at Scrubbit’s giving up on a way out.

Although it sucked, the work wasn’t the worst of it, no, the worst of it was the fact that you of course had to be allergic to the laundry soap used for the sheets.

Before here, you weren’t even aware of such an allergy yet ever since being stuck here you noticed how itchy your arms would get and of course with itchiness came redness.

“Ugh,” you groaned as you rubbed your forearms not wanting to itch them any longer. After a whole day of washing clothes they were prickling with every touch. Giving them a final itch, you slap them before grabbing a cloth.

Holding one your forearm up against the small desk you place the cloth underneath and holding one side with your mouth you try to wrap it around and tie it, without much success.

“Uh!” You grunt in annoyance at your lack of accomplishment. That’s when Willy happened to walk by your doorway.

“Hey what’s going on here?” He asked first taking note of your position before spotting your arms which were practically red from scratching.

You shake your head immediately pulling the sleeves from your shirt down, “oh nothing, I’m just allergic to the soap we use but it’s no biggie, I’ll manage,” you let out with a smile.

Apparently that wasn’t a good enough explanation for the boy because he took it upon himself to enter your room and hold a hand towards you, “let me,” he instructs and at that point you figure, why not? So you hand over the cloth.

“Here,” he stands opposite you and pulls your hand towards him before placing the cloth underneath it. Carefully he wraps it around, not too tight, before securing it correctly.

Without a word he holds out his own hand and you hand him the other cloth as he repeats the process.

“There, all done.”

You glance at both of your arms before turning back to him, “thank you.”

He grins with a single nod, “anything for a fellow hostage of Scrubbit’s.”

You share a small laugh and bid your goodnights, your arms itchiness letting up a tiny bit as you hoped the next day would be better than the last.

But much like the last it was similar as you woke up just as you do every day since being in this hell driven place.

Waking up, you get ready and clock in for work. After a few hours of washing laundry and the soap drying against your skin you begin to feel it again. You reach up scratching just a little, trying to relieve the itch.

You hadn’t even realized you’ve done it, until you felt Willy reach out to stop you, and you do, shooting him a thankful smile as you try to return to your work.

This whole situation was not the most ideal, but it’s the situation you were in. You were just glad you had a good friend like Willy there with you.

#wonka x reader #wonka imagine #wonka fanfic #wonka fanfiction #willy wonka x reader #willy wonka imagine #willy wonka fanfiction #willy wonka fanfic

[bluejay-the-geek]

DC characters/moments as Tortured Poets Department songs/lyrics bc i have a light concussion and am very bored (in the album's chronological order)

(disclaimer before someone is triggered- some of the lyrics are taken out of context or interpreted differently than what they actually mean. this is just for fun don't come for me. also this gets pretty angsty towards the end so proceed with caution)

"I was supposed to be sent away, But they forgot to come and get me"- tim drake very obviously bc neglecting parents/boarding school

"I love you, it's ruining my life"- early harleen quinzel about joker

"My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys"- the whole song is just harley quinn idc (pre-harlivy of course)

"Now I'm down bad, cryin' at the gym"- nightwing def cried at the gym at some point

"I stopped tryna make him laugh, stopped tryna drill the safe"- dick grayson about bruce after moving out of wayne manor

"You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues? I died on the altar waitin' for the proof, You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days"- remember the whole selena leaving bruce at the alter thing? yeah

"I'd rather burn my whole life down, Than listen to one more second of all this bitchin' and moanin', I'll tell you something 'bout my good name, It's mine alone to disgrace"- I'm just getting red hood vibes from this no specific reason

"Now, pretty baby, I'm runnin' back home to you, Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to"- almost every gotham rouge to batman right after escaping arkham/prison. especially joker, catwoman and riddler lol

"At the park where we used to sit on children's swings, Wearing imaginary rings"- this one specific panel of tim and steph

"And this city reeks of driving myself crazy"- everyone who's ever been to gotham

"All my girls got their lace and their crimes, And your cheating husband disappeared, well, No one asks any questions here"- it's giving gotham city sirens

"Am I allowed to cry?"- maybe it's just me but i thought about clark kent discovering he had different biological parents and grieving about them even though the parents that actually raised him are alive and well

"So I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street, Crash the party like a record scratch as I scream, "Who's afraid of little old me?", You should be" red hood's debut

"The scandal was contained, The bullet had just grazed, At all costs, keep your good name, You don't get to tell me you feel bad"- jason todd about the whole making batman choose between him and joker at the end of under the red hood

"You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me"- this is 100% Bane bc he was born and grew up in prison for a crime he didn't even do!! also cassandra cain and damian wayne

(^this is actually the lyric that inspired this entire post lol)

"You caged me and then you called me crazy, I am what I am 'cause you trained me, So who's afraid of me? Who's afraid of little old me?"- kind of a stretch but remember that time they put jason in arkham?

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)- again the whole song is harley about joker

"Your arson's match, your somber eyes, And I'll still see it until I die, You're the loss of my life"- bruce about jason. out of all the robins that died, jason's death hit him the hardest. even now when bruce sees red hood, he still sees that happy little kid that he lost

"I can read your mind, "She's having the time of her life", There in her glittering prime, The lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night, I can show you lies"- bc we all know Nightwing is always dying on the inside, and it was very true in the discowing era bc it was right after he left the manor

"'Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit"- jason pre-bruce

"I'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague"- ok so we got joker about batman, cupid about green arrow, hush about bruce wayne... and a bunch of others but it's too many to write lol

"And you deserve prison, but you won't get time"- fucking tarantula that bitch

"The smallest man who ever lived"- the atom! not any of the messages in the song tho ofc he's just very small

"What if I told you I'm back? The hospital was a drag, Worst sleep that I ever had, I circled you on a map ,I haven't come around in so long, But I'm coming back so strong"- joker to batman after escaping arkham again

"I haven't come around in so long, But I'm making a comeback to where I belong"- jason coming back to protect crime alley after being away from gotham for years after his resurrection

"Even if it's handcuffed, I'm leavin' here with you"- batman and catwoman<3

I Hate It Here- imagine the whole song as homeless jason todd taking shelter in the library💔

"I built a legacy that you can't undo, But when I count the scars, there's a moment of truth, That there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you"- bruce built a legacy as batman, and created a huge family he loves, and it hurts to think about but he wouldn't have any of it if joe chill hadn't murdered his parents

"Please, I've been on my knees, Change the prophecy, Don't want money, Just someone who wants my company"- kid bruce grew up all alone in a huge mansion, but he'd give all his billions away in a heartbeat if he could change his parent's fate

"So, they killed Cassandra first 'cause she feared the worst"- ok so you might think i chose cassandra cain for this only bc of the name, BUT- cass notices things others don't (like cassandra the prophet...), bc of her skills and abilities she is feared the most (Ik the song said "she feared" not "she is feared" but idc lol). like if someone knew so much about you just by looking you'd think she's some kind of a witch too

Peter- picture this: jason had a childhood friend back at crime alley. he left to live in wayne manor and become robin, and said goodbye to his old friend, promising they'd reunite again in the future. 3 years pass and his friend reads an article about jason's death. now listen to the song and try not to cry (if someone writes that fic send me the link IMMEDIATELY this has been haunting me) here's the link to the song with lyrics bc ik you're too lazy to look it up. also jason's middle name is peter:)

"Splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless, Excellent fun 'til you get to know her"- brucie wayne vs batman

"Started with a kiss, "Oh, we must stop meeting like this" But it always ends up with a town car speeding, Out the drive one evening"- catwoman and batman of course<3 the town car is the batmobile speeding out the batcave to catch catwoman (to arrest her or make out with her? probs both)

Robin- ofc we have to go robins for robin! imo that's bruce to dick and jason's robins, and dick to damian when he was his robin. dick and jason- despite the hard times they went through that led to them becoming robins, they were still mostly happy curious kids that run around covered in mud while bruce tried (unsuccessfully) to maintain the innocence they had left. as for damian- it's more of a stretch than the other 2 bc he had no childlike innocence before robin, but dick tried his hardest to extract the child that was hidden inside the ruthless assassin the league created, finally allowing him to experience normal kid things. idk

"He said, "I'm not a donor but, I'd give you my heart if you needed it", She rolled her eyes and said, "You're a professional""-to me this is clark kent completely in love and lois with her sass

"And at last, She knew what the agony had been for"- almost every hero. they suffer, they sacrifice, they fight, and sometimes they want to give up- but at the end of the day, they save lives, so it's all worth it

and that's it folks! feel free to add more/share your insights!!

sorry for any spelling/grammer mistakes, English isn't my first language plus like the title said i had a minor head injury a few days ago and I'm tired soI'm not proofreading this bc I'm going to sleep rn goodnight to all✌️

#the tourtured poets department #taylor swift #the atom #clark kent #dc #dc comics #bane #green arrow #tortured poets department #harleen quinzel #harley quinn #dc joker #the joker #dick grayson #nightwing #bruce wayne #batman #jason todd #red hood #catwoman #selena kyle #gotham rogues #the riddler #stephanie brown #batgirl #spoiler dc #gotham city sirens #oliver queen #cassandra cain #damian wayne

[strwberri-milk]

Heyoo! Btw your posts r great and r the only things currently keeping me sane. Anyway, can we get headcannons of Kaeya as your seat mate that has a crush on you??

P.S.

Stay hydrated !!!

thank you for the compliment!! i started writing again bc i was losing my mind so im glad i can provide that comfort for others <3

From the first day of classes, Kaeya didn't seem to care much. You happened to sit next to him and he kindly moved his things over, offering you a slight smile when your eyes met. You went over the general icebreaker things with the professor and the rest of the class. It was then that he learned your name and favourite colour, for some reason keeping that in mind over the way the course would be weighted.

Considering that it was a bit of a smaller class it forced the two of you to interact more than in other classes he would typically have it meant he go to know you more. Sometimes you would finish your partnered assignments or discussions early, leaving a bit of an awkward silence he would keep scrambling to fill.

Sometimes he'd even bring you snacks or treats, claiming he grabbed too many on his way out and had to get rid of them before they melted. They were fancy ones too, ones you felt a little bad taking but he would insist, practically shoving them into your bag until you would just concede and take it. He was so nice you couldn't help it, paying him back with coffees or something else that he would insist he didn't need. Sometimes, he'd even say your smile was all he needed as payment, laughing at the way his flirty words got under your skin.

You thought that he was just trying to make a friend just for class, not really sure what would happen once the semester came to a close. He wasn't thinking about that right now though - all he could focus on was how antsy he would get if you weren't already in the room, eyes constantly drifting over to the door to see when you'll come through.

With this being the winter semester, it meant you were dressing for comfort, not fashion. You came to class in baggy hoodies and pants tucked into boots, Kaeya loving how cuddly you looked in them. He wanted to give you his sweaters, see how you'd look in them and then maybe take you out for hot cocoa. Or ice cream. You'd mentioned wanting some, much to his dismay at the sight of the weather outside. You always just looked so comfortable, and he wanted nothing more than to put you on his lap and spoil you with attention.

However, he forgot that shifting weather meant shifting wardrobes. You didn't fail to impress, Kaeya having to pick his jaw up off the floor the first time he saw you dressed for fashion, not comfort. He had to pay you a compliment, loving the way you averted his gaze shyly and stuttered a thanks.

He hates that he only sees you for a little over an hour at a time every couple of days, wishing that he had the courage to ask for your number. With the semester warming up that meant the arrival of the end of the year, and neither of you were taking the spring semester.

The last few weeks of the semester were him hyping himself to ask you out, glad that the final assignment gave him an excuse to get your number and see you more often. He would often lay in bed, trying to piece together the perfect words to ask you out. He was thinking of giving you a gift, or maybe calling you to ask you out like that but nothing seemed to work.

When the two of you worked on the assignment together he would constantly tease and flirt with you playfully, gauging your reaction to see if he could determine if you'd reject him. It seemed safe, but he could never be too sure, pretending he needed a lot more help than he actually did to keep your attention on him.

Time flew by and to his dismay, the end of the semester was among him. With the final project submitted that meant you two no longer had a functional reason to stay together. The last day of class was bittersweet for you, wishing you had the guts to ask him out as Kaeya agonized over what to tell you.

The class he normally had after this was cancelled as the prof finished early, meaning he was able to spend some more time with you before going home. You could sense that something was weighing on his mind but you had no idea how to prod, more focused on trying to figure out how to ask him if he'd be okay with you texting him despite no longer having class anymore.

When the two of you were about to part he finally managed to spit it out, holding your hand and asking you so sweetly if you could find the time to go out with him to celebrate the end of the semester, his treat. He reailsed a little too late that the invitation sounded too friendly, rectifying it by telling you he wanted to take you out to dinner and see where the two of you go. Kaeya looked so hopeful and truth be told this was the best way you could have imagined the semester ending so you nodded happily, practically skipping away as Kaeya grinned to himself.

#kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin x reader #kaeya fluff

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART EIGHT)

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notes: i feel that this chapter is very underwhelming bc i wrote it at work 🫡 so sorry

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 hi people! thank you for tuning into tonight’s (brief) postgame recap! this is a very sad night for my favorite boys, as we lost 6-1 to the winnipeg jets.

we had a meager three penalties tonight!

starting off with erik, who has banned me from making any more name puns (boring!). erik got a penalty for tripping, bringing him up to an astounding 47 penalty minutes this season!

next, i’d like to bring your attention to jack’s picture. nothing special, i just like it.

and then, of course, we have my boyfriend again; chewing on his glove like a rabid little chihuahua <3

the next penalty was from siegs at the very end of the 1st period for high sticking! i had dawson do my dirty work for me and give him a very stern talking to during intermission!

next up, we have hershey bar looking very displeased, and i can’t say i blame him!

we got a little over halfway through 3rd period before we got the final penalty from the newest swiss, timo for holding! he took a lesson from my very rude boyfriend and hid behind the stanchion. i very much did not like that.

however, our lone goal came with SECONDS left in the game, scored by the captain himself! who still looked very disappointed to say the least.

and lastly, bff number 1 says i should apologize to bff number 2 for dissing him last night 😒 so we have a picture of marinara and i’m supposed to tell him that i’m proud of him (i’m not sure what for though? he didn’t do anything 🤷‍♀️)

tagged ehaula, jackhughes, siegenthaler34, nicohischier, tmeier96 and john.marino97

ehaula i know i asked you to stop but now it feels weird without the name puns

y/ndevils00 so….

ehaula so you can do the puns

y/ndevils00 OH THANK GOD! do you realize how hard it was to withhold from them?! it was torture!

ehaula it’s been one post

user18 i’ve become so used to the “haula” puns that i forgot who erik was for a second

siegenthaler34 i made my y/n post debut!

y/ndevils00 it could’ve been for a better reason…

nicohischier you weren’t even there but you still got 2 horrible photos of me

y/ndevils00 i have spies everywhere

nicohischier what does that even mean?

y/ndevils00 guess you’ll never know

jackhughes why?

y/ndevils00 why what? why do i praise you when you don’t appreciate it? i don’t know, you would think i would’ve learned by now

jackhughes no. why the 2nd picture? why do you like it? why call me a chihuahua?

y/ndevils00 i like it. your eyes are so pretty and blue. because you’re small and scrappy and chew on everything.

jackhughes i’m 5’11

y/ndevils00 sure you are honey

dougieham if you went just based off y/n’s posts and comments, i don’t think anyone would ever guess that her and marino are genuinely best friends

y/ndevils00 it’s called tough love <3

john.marino97 she’s evil

trevorzegras i’m forever grateful that i’m a duck so i’ll never be subjected to the torture you put these guys through

y/ndevils00 there’s always next trade szn 😈

trevorzegras the ducks would never trade me

y/ndevils00 i have friends in high places… watch your back zegras

tmeier96 hughesy told me to sit there before i went into the box. he didn’t tell me why but i guess now i know

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes do you not love me? do you not want to see me happy? this is why luke is my favorite

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 luke is your WHAT?

lhughes_06 @/y/ndevils00 i feel so special! thank you y/n/n!

john.marino97 i have multiple questions. starting with: why is DAWSON bff number 1? and i didn’t get a penalty so you could be proud of me for that???

y/ndevils00 i like him better. and that’s very true, however you didn’t get a goal or an assist either so….

dawson1417 translation: y/n holds you to a higher standard because she knows how well you play. she knows you can do better but she’s proud of you regardless.

john.marino97 @/dawson1417 well why doesn’t she say it like that? that’s kinda sweet!

y/ndevils00 emotions are for the weak

john.marino97 @/jackhughes i think your girlfriend is broken

jackhughes she just likes to seem tough on the internet. watch this 👀

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 i love you so much sweet girl ❤️ i can’t wait to get home

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes i love you too, now come home!

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 aww you miss me?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes sure, but also you lost your game which means you lost the bet and you have to give LSH her bath <3

#media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #nj devils #new jersey devils #nhl blurb #nhl fic #john marino #dawson mercer #luke hughes #nico hischier #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

[melodramaschild]

𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐛𝐲 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐛𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

Navigation || age limit || before reading Funeral, read this

Warnings: DEATH, ANGST, Remus in the first two stages of grieving, Remus talks about leaving this world, one character die in the end too, talking about suicide but nothing in details, some scenes are smutty but nothing explicit, also dxs dynamic bcs it was the request but it’s not for the whole story, use of Y/n and reader’s pronouns she/her

Let me know if I forgot anything

Words count: 6 594

Pairing: Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Relationship: lovie dovie

Read me: If you see any mistakes, please let me know. English isn’t my first, not even second, language and reminding me of some mistakes would help a lot. Also, please reblog.

I'm singin' at a funeral tomorrow

For a kid a year older than me

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Remus went stone cold, almost like a statue when the question reached his ears. He thought that he was hallucinating. He must be. There was no way that anyone could request that from him.

But as he opened and raised his eyes he was met with the faces of your parents. Their faces in agony pleading him to have a speech at your funeral.

It was a request from your parents. It was a request from everyone. Everyone seemed to be deaf, mute and blind when you were brought up as a topic. Everyone pretend like that situation never happened. Everyone immediately changed the topic just to avoid you.

All of them were too struck by that. All of them avoided the real main lead because their hearts were too weak to be standing there for you.

He was just a boy!

How can you ask a kid to be the main lead on another’s kid funeral?!

“But you were her lover, you should be the one who does it!”

But that wasn’t fair!

And Remus wished he didn’t have to do it, because his throat was caught in barbed wire. It’s only been two weeks and he felt like it was only two minutes without you.

And everytime he thought about what he was supposed to do for you, he felt like he was going to die and see you.

But of course he was going to do it. In the name of you and in the name of you.

And I've been talkin' to his dad, it makes me so sad

Your father begged him, the thick mountain of rudeness and shouting and love begging your tall boy to speak. Your father used to scream a lot. He used to fight with you all the time. He always had something to say but something deep inside him died when you left.

It wasn’t fair.

He didn’t have enough time to apologise. He didn’t have enough time to knock on your door and give you your favourite ice-cream. He didn’t have enough time to hug you for the last time and tell you how much he loved you.

Time was a cruel wizard in this world.

Time was a disease.

Time took you away from him like you belong to death since you were born.

Time gave him his punishment to live in blaming himself. Time was a disease.

Time was a killer.

When the funeral speech was mentioned, your father was lost of words.

Like his ability to form words went lost with your life too.

It broke Remus’ heart to see your father on his knees and grasping onto him and begging him over and over again to speak for you, to be his voice he lost.

That night was the first night your father cried that much, it was the first night that Remus held your father in his arms while he sobbed too.

Your father hasn't spoken since then.

Your father hasn’t smiled since that. He wasn’t speaking with anyone. Not even with your cat. Nothing, just a deadly silence because what was the point of words if they couldn’t reach you?

When I think too much about it, I can't breathe

Remus was choking on his sobs, the endless loop of memories with you haunted him. Endless fake scenarios with you haunted him. Endless imagining that you were still in his arms haunted him.

Every time he woke up, he swore that for the first five minutes, you were on your side of the bed, still bundled up beneath the duvet and smiling at his sleepy, groggy face. He still could feel your hand reaching out and ruffling his sandy hair.

He still could feel the warmth from your body, he still could smell your scent and hear your soft breaths. He still felt your warmth breathing trashing on his skin.

He still felt your skin underneath his fingers and the visible lines of your tattoos. God, he loved your tattoos. He loved how your eyes got all shiny and sparkly when you gasped out “I’m going to get this as my next tattoo!” on a random evening on a random day. He loved when you asked for help where to put it because it always ended up with him kissing that spot.

And right next to that. And a little bit on the left too. And all over the spot and all over around until you were whimpering under him and begging him for more than kisses.

How he held your hand as you jumped around him and how you excitedly bambled about the tattoo. You were like a kid that was promised a sweet treat and he loved how lovely and passionated you always got before your tattoos.

“So see you in two hours?” Remus smirked down at you, pulling you closer for a quick peck on your sweet cheek. “Yeah, yeah, of course!” You were already somewhere else with your mind. “Hey,” Remus pulled you closer again. “Look at me.” he softly said, cupping your cheeks in his warm palms. Your eyes locked with his, he was warm and felt welcoming and… patient.

“Have fun there, don’t forget to take breaks if you need them and say hi to Rafi from me.” he pecked your forehead once again. He earned a soft laugh from you and your hug. “Don’t worry, I will, I will, lover boy.” you assured him. “And you!” you poked his chest while you looked up. “You will be careful on your leg and you will tell boys not to run around with you or I will beat them.”

Remus laughed, “Of course, you will.”

“Please,” you brushed your hand slightly over his hip, just where he was damaged the most. “Be careful, Lupin.” With a raised eyebrow in a warning manner, your hand moved to his, to his scarred hand on the support cane, squeezing a bit, just to let him know that you’re deadly serious about your statement.

“Of course I will, darling love.” he reassured you and wriggled with his hips a bit, proving to you that he was still able to act like a teenager.

“You went to get a tattoo without me?! Such a betray!” Sirius gasped when you showed them your new sternum tattoo. Remus only proudly smirked at all of them, his smirk telling, maybe even screaming “That’s my brave sexy girl.”

Sirius dramatically threw his hand on his forehead and pretended to faint while falling down onto Peter’s open arms.

“Well maybe if you weren’t such a pussy.” You teased with a chuckle and sat down on the side of the armchair where Remus was smirking from.

Sometimes he hated how you refused to sit in his lap since that injury. But both of you knew that it would hurt him. And yet, he loved how you automatically and immediately knew not to sit in his lap anymore because it would hurt.

Sometimes he even felt guilty for that injury. He just wanted to have you in his lap for one more time.

But he got paid off when one of your legs tangled between his spreaded thighs. And how he could place his hand on your inner thigh and comfortingly stroke your skin over there and how he could lay down his head onto your plush soft thigh and how you played with his hair while your other arm was wrapped around his shoulder.

He felt a bit spoiled by your touch like that. And he was loving every second of it.

He missed your kisses. Your soft lips leaving coloured kisses on his injured hip, right around and on his scar that was lingering across his hip.

He missed how you always looked up at him and started planting even more kisses.

“I will never wash my hip.” He joked one summer night. “That’s disgusting.” You mumbled onto his skin. “But I approve of that.” You carefully laid your head on his naked hip, right on your kisses. You looked at him with your sweet and honest smile, there was a pure admiration in your eyes.

And in his mind he created a plan of getting one of your dark red kisses tattooed just right there. Something like your personal signature.

But all of it was just memories and fake scenarios. None of it was real anymore.

Just an endless loop of memories with you that haunted him. Endless fake scenarios with you haunted him. Endless imagining that you were still in his arms haunted him.

And I have this dream where I'm screamin' underwater

While my friends are wavin' from the shore

They dressed in white sheets and ran into his dreams every bloody night just to remind him that you were not there anymore. Just to remind him what a goner he was without his girl.

That now you were a ghost too.

He hoped that you’d come back and you’d be ghosting in his house. Maybe move with his things and make a whole chaos in an apartment that was once his and yours.

God, he even thought about it. You being a ghost. After that he let the dust settle on the floor, on his bed, on every surface in that apartment so he could see your tracks as you walked by.

But it never happened. No tracks from you and the more dust collected, the more he was losing his hope.

But hope was a danger thing for a man like him to have, and he had it.

And I don't need you to tell me what that means

I don't believe in that stuff anymore

But it was just a dream, afterall. You weren’t coming back. Not any time soon or later. You left forever and he was still there. Dust collected on his sandy hair, in his apartment, in his bed. Just right where you left him and he was naively hoping that you would open the door and come back into bed and lean to his warm chest again like nothing happened.

Like you always used to after a long day. Maybe you would give him wild flowers again, maybe you would kiss his collarbone again.

Maybe he would feel you again.

But he was just a naive boy and you were just a dead girl and now he was haunted by memories of a girl who believed that all dreams had meanings and that kept him up at night.

“That’s such a silly dream.” he chuckled and swayed his head to move his locks away from his eyes. You laughed at him and tracked your fingers over his scar on his chest, your chest rapidly rising and falling as you laughed.

“You’re silly,” you said, moving your hand to his soft hair, twirling them between your tender fingers. His hands moved to your hip, pulling you closer to his chest under the duvet. “I’m silly?” He raised his eyebrow at you, immediately regretting that as a new wound stinked there. “Well, you say that.” you shrugged and placed a tiny kiss to the tip of his nose, giving him a little trade for the pain in his eyebrow. Remus smiled, his ears turning red just like everytime you kissed him.

“Come ‘ere.” you said and pulled you closer, his lips finally meeting yours.

Jesus Christ, I'm so blue all the time

And that's just how I feel

God, he wished he could come back to that morning and kiss you more and longer and hold you so tightly that you would become a one person.

Always have and I always will

I always have and always will

Is it ever gonna get better?

I have a friend I call

When I've bored myself to tears

And we talk until we think we might just kill ourselves

“…and do you remember when you didn’t see each other for weeks and then she ran to you, tripped over and literally splashed all over the pavement.” Sirius took the bottle of fire whiskey from a very drunk Remus, both of them were laughing so hard that they moved from the sofa to the wooden floor.

“Indeed, I do remember that, what a memory to cherish.” Remus was laughing, but his smile quickly faded away. Sirius noticed, he quickly swallowed the shot of fire whiskey and waited for his friend’s next move.

He knew better than to push, especially on Remus.

Remus played that memory of you and you falling over and over again in his head. How you were laughing at yourself and then crying in his arms because you missed him so much. And how he walked you to the emergency room because your palms were too bloody for his liking. And how he had to sit with you on the hospital bed because you were too scared to be on your own. And how he let you bite into his own palm to ease your fear and pain.

“Mate…” his voice broke at the end, tears swelled in his eyes trying not to break the barriers. “I can’t be here without her.” he whispered, too scared that if he spoke out loud that ghost of his could hear him and visit him again and stay for a longer time.

“No, don’t say that, please.” Sirius whispered, his face dropping down and tears bringing into his own eyes way too quickly.

“You don’t understand.” Remus’ face twisted in abnormal pain, in agony. “I miss her. I miss her so much that I can’t breathe.” he choked on a sob and Sirius crawled to him. Remus brought his knees to his chest and hid his face in them, uncontrollably bawling his eyes out and choking on sobs that left him.

“Hey, hey, Remus,” Sirius said, firmly. He pried Remus’ head from his knees and was met with a boy who was covered in tears and saliva, his lips trembling and he was sure that Remus doesn’t look like a mess for the first time.

“I don’t want to be here anymore without her. I miss her. So, so, so much.” Remus dug his nails into his trousers and his breath kept hitching. Almost like he was fighting with himself to keep breathing or give up.

“I just… my heart is aching and longing for her.” His tears ran down his face. “I miss her, I’m so hungry for her presence and now she’s gone and now I’m starving to death.”

Sirius only kept looking into his eyes, into his that looked like a flood in the forest. And that’s when he caught a glimpse of you, a tiny dancer in the reflection of his eyes.

“I miss my girl, I miss my lover so much that I would rather experience a full moon everyday if that meant that she would be back in my arms.” his breathing was heavy, every breath was hurting him, every breath was a suffering for him, every breath was just a ridicule that he was still alive.

Every breath he took reminded him of how long you were gone. How long he was there without you.

“What am I supposed to do without her? I just want to leave this world so I can hold my girl once again. I loved her more than anything.”

And that night Sirius didn’t leave his side. For the rest of the night none of them was talking. Sirius stayed by his side all night long, he knew that Remus was a man of his words and he didn’t want to lose another friend.

He knew that Remus would do it.

And he didn’t leave days after that. He shifted into Padfoot when he saw that Remus was too overwhelmed by another human being, he made sure that Remus ate. He also washed the vomit from the floor when Remus’ body screamed at him that it can't cry anymore.

And he also made sure that he, as himself, will neve get, even one centimeter, close to your side of the bed. Remus was letting that side ruffled, just like you left it. And Remus made sure that he never rolled over to your side. Sirius was sure that Remus was in a denial. Remus still naively believed that you would come back and scold him for not tidying the bed sheets or for not letting in the fresh air. But you never did.

And Sirius understood.

Although he wasn’t sure how long the denial stage was supposed to be, he understood.

Of course that Remus would be in denial for at least a little while, what about the plans you made?

But then we laugh until it disappears

There was no laughing after that.

For a very, very long time. Jokes just stopped being funny since he couldn’t share them with you.

Once upon a time you were his everything and he told you everything so what was the point of even… damn, what was the point of being if it was without you?

And last night I blacked out in my car

And I woke up in my childhood bed

It was a very hard and long night. He drove from London to Yorkshire. He drove the whole night. He needed to get away from the apartment.

He needed to get away from your ghost. He needed to get away From memories of you.

Everything was reminding him of you. The way your bed side was still ruffled. The way your makeup was still messed up in front of the mirror. The way your book was still broken open and waiting for you to continue reading another words.

The way the dust kept collecting and you weren’t still there. The way his memories became ghosts every night again and again and the way that every memory turned into the hour he had to identify your body on the iron cold table of the morgue.

The way he looked at you, your body, but he saw nothing.

It was you on the cold table, it was literally you. But… not you.

He needed to run away.

And that’s how he found himself in Yorkshire, on a drive in front of his parents’ house. In front of his childhood house. It was late at night and he couldn’t bring himself to do anything. So he just stayed there, sitting in the car until a darkness swallowed him whole.

And after that, he was the happiest person again. Suddenly he was back with you. He was back in that night where you both decided to do something sweet and silly again.

“Just… Just make sure you won’t have to bend for anything, princess.” he chuckled as he helped you to twirl in your silky dress. Your fingers held onto his as you turned around, looking at yourself in the mirror. You bursted into a giggle and faced him, your hands coming down to rest on his chest. “I look that much good?” You looked up at him and his rosy scarred cheeks. His hand wandered on your body, from your hip to your shoulder and then cupped your sweet cheek.

“Good?” He raised his eyebrow at you. He sat down on the bed behind his back with the help of his cane and his hands dropped back to your hips, pulling you closer a bit. “My pretty girl,” he whispered so quietly that you almost missed it. “You look absolutely ravish. I’m pretty sure that my heart stopped beating the first time I saw you in this dress.” he halfway joked and brought you into a warm smile again.

“My beautiful, beautiful Y/n/n.” he whispered and tucked his head into your stomach pudge, leaving a soft kiss there. “My beautiful, beautiful Remmy.” you repeated his words to him and buried your fingers into his hair, scratching his scalp as he hummed in comfort.

And he truly was pretty. The black suit with black shirt adored his lanky body. He looked beautiful in every suit, especially in his working ones. But they were all comfy and brown and warm colours, but this all black one? It was something new that you craved to explore.

He placed another kiss on your tummy, saying thank you in his own way.

“My beautiful, beautiful princess,” he looked up, something switched in his eyes, a smirk playing across his voice as he stood up with the support of your body and his lanky fingers wrapping around the head of his cane.

With a new cane. Sirius customised this one especially for him and this special occasion. Tall enough for his comfort, with the most black and elegant wood in wizarding and muggle world. A silver coloured wolf adored the front to match your dress. There was also a New Moon burned into the wood, portraying his favourite and the most safe phrase of the moon.

You knew what was up when he called you a princess. “Don’t bend in this pretty dress.” He looked down at you, holding your chin between his fingers as your eyes stayed on his. Mischievous sparkles flashing in your eyes as you bit your lip.

“Or what?” you pushed, raising your eyebrow at him and his stupid smirk. “Well,” he pretended to think. “Then you’ll make lots of people happy, but…” his hands roamed down your body, stopping at the flesh of your bottom. He squeezed your butt slightly, making you jump towards his chest once more.

“I’m just a selfish man and I want you to only make me happy tonight.” his voice faded into a whisper that was getting lost against your coloured lips. He left the tiniest kiss on your lips. “Mhm, such a selfish man.” you chuckled and left a dark red kiss mark on his rosy cheeks.

“You’re so pretty, pretty boy.” you whispered and wrapped your arms around him.

Remus was truly the most adorable man. He wasn’t scared of getting blushed and taken aback by your flirty persona when he was supposed to be the one in a charge. He loved when you saw what impact you had on him. He loved when you knew how much lovesick he was for you.

Soft jazz playing through the big ball room, oh so softly that it almost made you fall asleep on Sirius’ shoulder. “Hey,” he poked your side and a sleepily grumbled. Sirius chuckled, swallowed down his champagne and it tickled in your throat. “Don’t sleep on me like that.” He nudged your side with his elbow and you rolled your eyes. “You’re irreplaceably chatty today.” you sarcastically pointed out, your eyes wandering around the room, around all those people who were dressed in the most prettiest dress.

“Well so are you, sleeping lady.” Sirius chuckled. Your smile made its own way to your pretty face, sleep quickly disappeared from your hazy mind.

“Did you see Remmy somewhere?” You asked Sirius, stepping from one foot to another as your eyes scanned the room. “Well,” Sirius poured himself another glass of champagne. “If I were you, I definitely wouldn’t be looking towards a bar where Remus is with Dorcas.” Sirius was a bit suspicious that this might be some power imbalance game tonight, and your vicious grin only confirmed that.

You looked in that direction and saw your handsome Remus with breathtaking Dorcas.

Remus was probably showing her his new cane because he was wiggling and turning it all around and Dorcas kept nodding her head in approval.

Her dark skin was covered in a golden gleam, matching those golden gems in her locks. She even used a gold lip gloss on her lips. She looked like a goddess.

Dorcas was always gorgeous, always pretty and… breathtaking. And you made sure that she always knew about it. You always made sure that your friends knew about how pretty they were.

Dorcas’ eyes locked with yours and she sent you the brightness smile and wave and you paid her back with the same.

Then your eyes locked with Remus’, an amused smirk played on his face and you knew. “Siri,” you placed your hand on his shoulder and moved your body in front of him. Sirius kept his eyes on you, carefully. He raised his eyebrow at you, daring you to continue. “Do you want to be my partner in crime?” you asked him, your eyes still locked with Remus who was turning his gaze back at you every other second.

“I thought that I already am.” he scoffed, sounding a bit offended and to add to it, he even pouted at you.

You giggled and placed your hand on his bicep, squeezing the flesh underneath your palm a bit. “Is that a yes?”

“Definitely yes.” A devilish smirk spread over his face.

“Drop your hanky.” you nodded towards his breast pocket square. Sirius without a blink took his tissue, looking straight forward to Remus, making sure that he was watching both of you.

Sirius held the tissue right in front of him, his eyes burning into Remus.

You turned around once more to tease Remus Lupin with your eyes once more.

Then both of you had Remus’ full attention, his hazel warm eyes carefully observing both of you. Remus wasn’t dumb, he knew exactly what you both were up to. Sirius blew him a light kiss, earning an eye roll from the lanky boy.

He took a deep breath in, giving an amused smile as he gave you ‘Go ahead, princess, see what happens.’ look from across the room full of people.

And you nodded toward Sirius and he, without even a single blink and dropped his tissue on the marble floor. His fingers curled around your forearm, supporting you so you wouldn’t fall down.

You bend down way more than was necessary. And the fact that it was a sleek dress, green sleek dress, Remus’ favourite colour and Remus’ favourite butt, wasn’t really helping.

Remus choked on his saliva and started coughing, making Dorcas worry. Apparently your bum looked way better under this fancy lighting in this fancy large room.

Dorcas wanted to pat his back but then she noticed his gaze and understood. With a small giggle leaving her throat she sipped on her cocktail, admiring the same view as Remus’ had, respectfully.

“You’re in big trouble, young lady.” Sirius remarked as you raised yourself, your second hand sliding down over your back to the curve of your bum. “Definitely worthy.” you hummed and turned around, just to be met with Remus who was almost sprinting to you.

“Whops, a big scary wolf is about to eat you.”

Sirius sassed.

“Well, I hope so.”

“Merlin, Y/n!” Sirius gasped when he realised what you meant by that.

“A big trouble?” You laughed against his lips as he fell into a bed with him above you. “Mhm,” Remus hummed, his lips ghosting over your neck and his hot breath ghosting over your skin, giving you soft goosebumps.

“A big, big, big trouble for a little princess.” He raised his eyes to stare into your eyes but he couldn’t help but hurt into a laugh with you. His hand found yours and he intertwined his long fingers with yours, locking them firmly in place.

His laughter reasoned through his chest and his head fell onto your naked breasts, his loosen curls were soft on your skin and you brought your hand to brush through them.

“What are you going to do with me then?” You tugged on his hair and raised his head closer to you. He went with your tug, until his lips ghosted above yours. Oh so close, yet so far.

You could feel the softness of his lips on yours. How they were there for a second and then gone.

And it felt so twisted because everytime he closed his eyes, you were there with him and everytime he opened them, you were gone.

“I’m goin’ to make remember that you belong to me,” he breathed out against your lips. He connected your lips with yours. Kissing you all over your lip. Kissing you hungrily, kissing you passionately and kissing you desperately. “Only to me.” He brought your hands above your head and pinned them into the soft pillow. His clothed crotch started to slowly rocking into your core that was covered with your underwear, sending electrical shivers through your veins. “And I belong to you.”

Before anything could be heated, his eyes flew open. Heart picking up its heartbeat like he just ran a marathon. There was also a dull pain in his head. More likely in his brain like if memories were trying to jump from his brain to set him free from the endless spiral of remembering you.

“Remmy?” some woman’s voice called. There was a very thick Welsh accent in her gentle, caring and quiet voice.

He knew this voice, that was the voice who sang to him every time he was struggling with himself, every time his body was too weak to carry itself after a Full Moon since he was a kid.

“Mam?” He called out, very confused and as if this wasn’t true and he was just becoming a truly loony Lupin.

“Hi there, lovebug.” Hope carefully leaned against the doorframe as she was observing over her son who looked devastated. Hair messy, aggressive eye bags under his pretty eyes and his face looked like a crumpled paper. There was even a spit drooling from his mouth. She was pretty sure that this was the closest she saw him that devastated after his attack when he was just a kid.

Hope carefully creeped closer and closer, so carefully that you could hear a pin drop. She sat next to him on the bed. On the same bed sheets which you were tucked in once. After you left, she knew better than to change them.

“It still smells like her,” Remus whispered like he knew what his mother thought about. He grasped on the flowery duvet that you once gifted him. His breathing became shallow, the crippling agony running over his body once again. Memories crossing his mind again and realising hitting him like it’s the first time he saw your lifeless body.

“It still smells- smells like her,” A hiccup escaped him as he choked on a sob and on the painful lump inside his throat. “but she’s-she’s gone.” He cried out and Hope didn’t wait for anything and hugged his son, pulling him closer to her until she felt like she could protect him again.

But everything was just a naive feeling because she was never able to protect him, only to be there for him. And sometimes that’s enough.

Remus uncontrollably wailed into her shoulder, his whole body heavy with tears and grief.

He wished he could stop this pain, this feeling that was surrounding him. This feeling that felt like a wild water swallowing him whole, like the bottom of the ocean was calling for him. He felt like he was paralysed in this endless loop of agony.

If Remus was able to feel, he would feel his father's strong arms wrapping around his back and reassuring him. But the agony was stronger than his parents and all he was able to do was to cry until he passed out in his parents’ arms.

Wishin' I was someone else, feelin' sorry for myself

When I remembered someone's kid is dead

Remus shifted in his seat. The armchair was way too uncomfortable, the air felt too heavy and his jumper felt too itchy.

Remus’ chest felt too heavy, maybe like there was a heavy stone on him. He wished he could tell you about it so you would rub slow circles over his chest and place a soft kiss while you would silently ask “Better, darling?”.

He wished he was gone. Maybe someone else too so he wouldn’t have to sit there. Maybe someone who lived in Scotland took care of the lighthouse and baked cinnamon rolls just for their pleasure.

But unfortunately this wasn’t happening. There was still a heavy stone on his chest and instead of looking at you he had to look at your parents.

Your father was looking somewhere on the carpet, hands clasped together and his face was washed with… guilt. Remus swore that this man aged 20 years in 2 weeks.

Deep dark eye bags under his empty eyes, wrinkles all over his face more than usually. Remus' stomach twisted in negative emotions that he wasn’t able to describe. He felt he was going to throw up, cry, scream or maybe even faint.

“Carry to help me with tea, Remus?” Your mother asked as she sensed the tense in the air. Remus quickly stood up, accidentally bumping into the coffee table. Your father didn’t even say anything to that like he always used to.

Remus quickly disappeared in the kitchen with your mother. He leaned against the kitchen counter and nervously played with his thumbs. He felt he should have said something. Maybe ask how they were doing but he felt he was going to know the answer.

Hell, how are the dead child’s parents doing?

Remus felt stupid. You were his girlfriend but hell… you were their child. Someone they created, someone they watched grow. Someone who they held when she had smallpox. Someone who they taught how to walk, talk, write, listen… how to be kind.

Remus eyed the photos of you on the wall in front of him. Watching you from kid to adult. Watching how small tiny little Y/n/n sat in the sink because the bathtub broke and she ate soap foam.

He knew the story because you told him that when you bathed Padfoot because his dog form needed it. He took a picture of you two and now it was on his own wall in the kitchen.

Remus suddenly felt like he meant nothing to you because he wasn’t that long in your life and he felt like he gave you nothing.

“Are you alright?” Your mother turned to face him. “You look like you just saw a ghost.”

Something like that, very close.

“Just feel a bit nauseous.” Remus admitted with a polite smile. Your mother smiled back. “So a black tea for you then.” she said and Remus nodded his head in agreement.

Fuck, this shit was so fucked up.

Jesus Christ, I'm so blue all the time

And that's just how I feel

Remus stayed in denial. I don’t think he ever left the denial or that he ever will. Being stuck in denial was the only opportunity to picture you. To see you. To talk to you.

Being in denial gave him the hope that maybe he’ll see you in his dreams. Will you be a ghost under the white sheet again? Will you be in his arms? Will all those heartwarming memories play again in his head?

He never knew, and the lust for knowing that and wanting to see you was the only thing that kept him alive.

Always have and I always will

I always have and always will

It’s been months since you died and he still didn’t make your side of the bed. The makeup kept being messed up in front of the mirror. The book was still laid on your nightstand table.

Sirius kept watching over him. He kept daily visiting his apartment. Sirius proved that he in reality is loyal as a dog.

He swept the floor, washed the dishes and even learned how to cook just for Remus. The food always ended up untouched until Sirius fed him like a toddler. He never dared to clean your things from the last day you were alive, he never dared to walk over your side of the bed.

“C’mon big boy, it's time to take a bath.” Sirius urged as he grabbed Remus like he weighed nothing from his bed. Remus only groaned and let his body sway.

Sirius carefully untangled knots in Remus’ suddenly longer hair. He even brought some of his products.

“Can you,” Remus spoke for the first time in a few days. “Yeah?” Sirius hummed. “Can you please use that when you wash my hair?” He asked and pointed at your shampoo and conditioner. Sirius felt the sadness washing over him. “Yeah, of course we can.” he agreed afterall. “We can use more of that stuff if you want.” He carefully talked on that topic. Suddenly it wasn’t your stuff but it was that stuff. Remus felt like if he ever pronounced your name again, he would break down.

He knew that he would be able to tell your name again one day. But not today.

Sirius washed Remus’ hair with your shampoo and conditioner. He used one of your hair masks too. Then Remus sat dressed in your bathrobe in front of the big mirror as Sirius did his skincare with your products. He trimmed his eyebrows while Remus kept threatening him with “Ow, stop that you, twat!” and Sirius kept laughing.

When he plucked one of his long hairs, Remus firmly grasped his wrist. “I’m not being funny, stop with that.”

“Yeah right.” Sirius laughed and plucked that hair out, enjoying Remus’ painfully twisted face.

Sirius didn’t say anything about it that day but he was really happy that he made Remus smile. Just for a bit. It was really pleasant to hear that boy laugh again.

And it's 4 AM again

And Remus felt he was going to become some crazy person. Like he was going to lose his mind. He felt like he was in some sick nightmare.

Writing another funeral speech?

He was losing his mind.

And I'm doin' nothing

Again

Remus was stuck in denial for almost five years. He never stopped imagining you or talking to you. After five years he took polaroid pictures of your toilet table and of your messy makeup accessories. He took a picture of your book that was cracked open in the armchair. He took a picture of everything that you left behind.

He carefully took everything in his hands, scared that it all might turn into dust and placed everything into a paper box. He will get you a proper box soon. Maybe some wooden one with pretty satin fabric in it. But for now, he kept safe and close to him.

Your father died four months after you.

Police inspectors said that it was a car accident but Remus and your mother knew better.

No one was blaming him. They both wanted to do the same and both of them hugged each other with “Hope that he’s saying our hellos to her up there.”

Your mother sold that house where you grew up and moved closer to the Aegean sea. The sun really helped her with her grieving and the people and cats she met in Greece too.

She kept in touch with Marauders for the rest of her life and Harry never called her by a different name than “Sea granma.” always missing the d letter.

Yet, her heart still ached when she saw Remus wandering around her house and stopping to look at the pictures of you and your father.

But that was okay, sometimes time wasn’t the only one who was cruel, sometimes life was cruel too and all what they had to do was to accept it.

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Too Late

Anthony Lockwood x Fem!Reader

warning: pure angst, second option reader, asshole lockwood :'D

word count: 1.2k

disclaimer: this isn't the best one i've wrote bc i probably forgot that i even wrote it but im just gonna post it anw hueheu

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(name) was walking on the pavement that leads to 35 portland row, the home of her best friend, Lockwood. Lucy had invited her to come to his house after not going there for almost a month now.

She started being friends with Lockwood just a few years ago before he even started his agency. (name) was a family friend but they got to knowing, and just clicked with each other. But for her, it was more than just being friends... or best friends. He was so much more than that to her. But she knows he'll never return the feelings.

Anyways, feelings aside, (name) has become great friends with his agency's members even though she is not a part of it. She was so excited for him when he hired his first assistant. But she remember that it didn't go that well for em' but luckily, he's now ended up with George and Lucy.

Which brings us back to (name), wondering why Lucy had invited her.

Finally arriving at the house, she knocks on their door and waited for a few until George opened up the door and greeted her.

"Hi, (name). Lucy told me that she's expecting you?" she nodded at George's confusion. George knows that only Lockwood invite her most of the times but, even if someone else did invite her, it was probably Lockwood's request (it was a demand..). And Lockwood is currently out of the house. He let her in and asked her if she wanted some tea.

"Yeah sure, that'd be lovely, Georgie." She gave him a small smile of appreciation. While waiting for the tea, (name) went up to the attic to talk with Lucy.

"Lucy? You here?" (name) shouted as she's climbing the stairs before Lucy appeared behind the railings. "(name)! You came!"

"Of course I did, you asked me to, silly. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't?" (name) chuckled as she finally took the last step of the stairs. "So, what's up? Why'd you ask me to come?" Lucy took both her hand, pulled her and sat her down on her bed. This made (name) smiled and just went along with her.

The brown haired girl sighed and look down on her hand. "Lockwood just asked me out a week ago," (name) smile dropped "That's great, Luce!" (name) put her smile back but this one was more forced.

"I rejected him, (name)-"

"What? Why?" (name) was so confused, Lucy liked Lockwood back. So, why did she reject him?

"I- I don't know, I just did! I started rambling about how work is a pressure for me and all — I barely remember what I said-" Lucy sighed loudly. "I panicked.. I like him, (name). I do but, I don't know what came over me. And now, there's tension all over the house!"

As much as she wished that she's the one that's getting asked, (name) know better than that will ever happen. So, she give Lucy some courage to talk to Lockwood and explain herself.

"Lucy, you have to tell him or you'll regret it." What (name) didn't know is that she might also regret encouraging Lucy, but she knows it's for the better. "Well, I'm gonna go downstairs. George is probably done with the tea," She stood up and headed for the stairs

"Alright, I'll catch up with you later!" Lucy exhaled and lay back into the bed, chest feeling heavy.

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"So, why'd Lucy invite you over?" George questioned. He set down the cup of the in front of the girl and sat down in front of her.

(name) took a sip and pick up the pen that is Infront of her and starts doodling on the thinking cloth. "It's nothing, just Lockwood and Lucy things, y'know?" George just shrugged at what she said. They suddenly heard a noise coming from the front door, it's probably Lockwood struggling to open the door.

George just stood up and went to the hallway to open the door for Lockwood. "Hey," Lockwood greeted him and headed for the phone.

(name) peeked through the kitchen to see what's up with Lockwood especially after getting rejected. "Anthony?" she revealed her presence and Lockwood turn to her.

"(name)! I was just about to call you, guess that'll save me some time."

"What's up? Need anything?" (name) played dumb about the fact that Lucy rejected him, trying to not break his heart.

"George, can you..? Need some privacy." Lockwood smiled thinly. George just pushed up his glasses, nodding and went back to the kitchen. Lockwood walked closer to her, five feet apart from each other.

"(name).." His gaze shifted, It's not how he usually look at her. He was looking at her with much more passion and (name) realized what's gonna happen and..

"No. Lockwood, no." She blurted out and this confused him.

"What? I didn't even say anything-" He steps closer, this made (name) take a step backward.

"I know, Lucy told me."

"I like you, (name)."

"No, you don't."

She refuses this because this is not good.

"I- Please, (name)."

"Lockwood." This surprised him, because she rarely ever calls him that. "You like her, not me. Her. And I've liked you since forever but that doesn't mean I'll accept you just because I happen to be your option!" she scoffed "You decided that you like me because Lucy rejected you, right? You're being desperate and I know you're better than that. I'd rather reject you than just be a second option for you, Anthony."

The boy sighed and massaged nose bridge. He muttered. "This is my second regret, now."

"What? Are you serious? Wow, did you really just said that? Do I really just become your second regret? Be fucking serious, Lockwood." There it is again. "You're actually admitting that I'm just becoming your second everything at this point. I'm fine not being your option at all because it'd mean I wouldn't have to hope anything from you."

"(name), I didn't mean that! I'm so sorry — I'm just being dumb and-"

"Yes, you are being dumb! And I'll just let it slide because I know what you're going through." She swerved around him and went for the door. She hesitates for a second but finally reach the door's knob.

Just when she was about to turn the knob, Lucy called out to her. "(name)!" She stood at the top of the stairs. "(name)?" she repeated looking a bit more confused. Lucy bit her bottom lip and glanced at Lockwood for a second before looking back at (name).

"Lucy.." Lockwood muttered under his breath. (name) can hear how hurt he was in his voice but it didn't excused him for what he just did.

After turning around for a second to look at Lucy then Lockwood, the heavy hearted girl knows to leave them alone and let them talk it out. (name) turn her back to them again, "Thanks for the Invite, Lucy. Tell George I love the tea.." She finally turned the knob and head out of the house.

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When (name) was finally far enough from the house, she sat on the kerb of the pavement. Breaking down into sobs, fingers running through her hair. She buried her head into the palm of her hands, getting them all clammy.

She didn't know whether or not this is her fault.

Because she was too late. She thought that if she had confessed sooner, maybe this wouldn't happen to her. Maybe, her heart wouldn't have to be crushed into pieces.

a/n: this almost become rusty because i forgot i have this in my draft

#anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #george karim #lucy carlyle #x reader #x fem reader #x female reader #angst #lockwood and co x reader #lockwood x reader #lockwood & co

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title: Make Me pairing: sangyeon x afab!reader genre: smut, fluff, established relationship warnings: sadism/masochism, sir kink, spanking, candle(??) kink, oral (f receiving), brat taming, praise, edging, name calling, unprotected sex (... i forgot to write it in again - but still, be safe), also slight pregnancy scare at the end but not really, also a bit of aftercare talk bc it's important synopsis: you keep thinking back to that one night when sangyeon had been a bit rough with you, and you desperately try to make it happen again wordcount: 5.1k rating: 18+

request: for scorpio we have sangyeon bc uhm yeah :D key-points: scary hot, carnal, hiding their true desire, but you see moments of it, brat taming, dancing/stripping, last time he almost let loose, you want to see it again, you tease him and he gives in and you don’t regret it one bit

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It had been in the back of your mind for days now. Ever since it happened, you couldn't think of anything else whenever you looked at him. Something in you had changed since that day; you desperately needed to see that side of Sangyeon again. You had teased him for an entire day, truly without knowing it. There was something about your legs in that pretty dress of yours that drove him insane. That and the constant touching, sweet kisses, and whenever you had leaned in by his ear and whispered something, lead him to ravage you that night. It had started out as a cute museum date, to an exhibit you had been very excited to see, but you couldn't remember a thing about it because of what happened afterward.

Sangyeon had his moments in the bedroom when he would do or say something completely out of character with his usually kind demeanor. It was never anything big. Sometimes it'd just be dirty talk, other times he would slap your ass if he was taking you from behind before gently massaging the burning skin. Over time you got pretty aware of his domineering attitude, it shined through even during moments outside the bedroom. For example, if you were ever annoying him, usually on purpose, he would give you a stern look that made you stop immediately. It was becoming painfully obvious that the sweet man you had started dating, had a domineering side to him.

But the time that changed the way you looked at him was completely different. After getting back from the museum, he dragged you to the bedroom. He had muttered out a safeword in your ear, "cherry", before ripping off your clothes. With a smile on his face, he watched you squirm under him as he edged you until you were begging to cum.

The next day you asked about it. He was in the kitchen making breakfast, only wearing pajama pants. When his back was turned to you, you could see the scratch marks you had left with your nails. Sangyeon seemed pleased with himself. He was even humming a happy little tune as he made his coffee. But as soon as you asked him about the night before, his face turned red and he could only mumble some bullshit excuse. Because of this, you didn't even dare ask him to try it again. To you, it seemed like a mistake on his part - something he didn't want to repeat. But you wanted, no needed, to experience that again.

A plan was set in place. The day you were at the museum you had riled him up somehow, now you just had to figure out why. He was pretty secretive, and you clearly couldn't just ask him, you had to do some research. For a few days, you would dress up nicer than usual and see what his reaction was to what you were wearing. You were basically having a little fashion show for him each morning, asking what he thought of your outfit. Sangyeon only seemed amused, and never question your intentions. He enjoyed seeing you come out of the bathroom each morning, with a pretty outfit on and a shy smile, asking what he thought. He'd ask you to twirl around, give you his answer, and you mentally noted his reaction.

You found out what you needed to know after a few days. So, one day, when neither of you had anything to do, you asked if he would want to go out for a drive.

"Sure, I'm just going to finish this episode," he said without looking away from the screen.

You were kind of disappointed when he hadn't looked up. The cute floral-print dress you were wearing was new, and something that was seemingly just his taste. It was simple - white with small red roses, and some lace at the edges - but it was just perfect. You had noticed the love-struck look in his eyes whenever you'd put on a sundress, and the way he would ask you to come back to bed if it was on the shorter side.

In the bedroom you had put many candles, ready for you to light to set the mood as soon as you got home. While in there, you grabbed one of his zip-up hoodies to bring with you, Sangyeon always seemed to be particularly delighted when you would wear his clothes. As you walked past him on the couch, the episode he was on was about to roll the credits. You told him you were going out to the car, and when you got there you put the hoodie in the backseat of his car before he could see.

"Why are you so dressed up?" Sangyeon asked with a warm smile.

He embraced you as soon as he saw you standing by the car. You gave him an innocent smile, saying something about just wanting to look pretty for the date, before getting into the car.

When in the car, you cranked up the AC immediately. It was hot outside, so it wasn't weird for you to want it on, but soon after you started getting goosebumps. Sangyeon was focused on driving, but his attention shifted when you started reaching for the shirt in the backseat. Your bare legs rubbed together, and he got the urge to put his hand on your thigh but decided against it. At his lack of action, you pushed forward a bit more. Your chest was pressed up against his bicep, and your hardened nipples were rubbing against his skin. He was suddenly made painfully aware of the fact that you weren't wearing a bra under the dress. Before he could do or say anything about it, you pulled back. Sangyeon was about to put his hand on your thigh when you put his hoodie over your legs, covering up the view he had been ogling at before.

"Are you cold?" he asked as he anxiously thrummed his fingers against the steering wheel.

"Just a little bit." You shrugged, pretending like you had no idea what you were doing to him. "It's alright, though. We can keep the AC on."

Sangyeon pursed his lips and took a deep breath, bringing his attention back to the road. The city was bustling with people, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop looking at his furrowed brow. You were already getting on his nerves. People usually didn't like being annoying, but there was something so thrilling about provoking him.

The rest of the early afternoon was spent driving around the city. You stopped by a café, where you insisted that you should pay for the coffee since he had paid for the date before. While ordering, Sangyeon sat down at one of the tables, and you were being a bit too friendly with the barista. It was only because he was watching. So you giggled and brushed your hair behind your ear, putting on a show for Sangyeon. When you got to the table his ears were as red as tomatoes and he had a sour look on his face. You sat down in front of him and leaned forward, exposing your cleavage to him with an innocent smile.

"Is everything okay, baby?" you asked and leaned your chin in your palm.

He opened his mouth to say something but shut it immediately. While still looking like a pure angel, your foot was brushing up against his leg. Sangyeon gave you a look that you could only assume was a combination of flustered and confused. It looked like he was about to comment on it, but the barista came with your drinks and interrupted him. You thanked the worker sweetly and then turned back to Sangyeon to start a new conversation about the good coffee they have at the café.

The date continued, and you asked Sangyeon to go shopping. Of course, he pointed out that you had already recently bought clothes. But you brushed it off saying that you just needed new underwear. You made him follow you around the store while you picked up the sexiest lingerie you could find to show him. He was trying to be supportive, he really was, but it was impossible when you kept holding up the pieces and asking him if it'd look good on you - basically inviting him to picture you half naked.

"You can't do this online?" He cleared his throat.

"I like to look at them in person first, just to see if they're what I actually want." You turned to him with a mischievous smile. "They need to be perfect, I'm going to wear them for you after all."

His eyes widened and you continued to look through the clothing items. There was a sheer and lacy slip dress hanging beside you. As soon as you saw it you picked it up.

"Would you like me to wear this for you, sir?" you asked, recalling what he had asked you to call him by that night.

"Y/N, what do you think you're doing?" he asked sternly.

Your bottom lip slipped between your teeth as you looked around. The store was already pretty empty, but the section you were in was even more secluded. You got closer to him, pretending to brush something off his shirt before you looked up at him with doe eyes - keeping your hand on his chest.

"I'm just trying to be nice." You smiled. "What? Don't you like the dress? Or would you just prefer me being completely naked, sir?"

Before you could even process what was happening, he had grabbed your wrist and pulled it away from him. There was a new look in his eyes, and you absolutely loved it.

"If you're going to act like a brat, I'll treat you like a fucking brat," he muttered. "Go get in the car, I'll buy this for you."

"Even when you're trying to be intimidating you're still treating me so well." You giggled, handing the dress to him to purchase for you.

"Don't push it." He took the dress from you, still holding your gaze with a fiery passion.

"Thank you, sir," you hummed and pressed a kiss to his cheek before walking out of the store.

The drive home was quick and short. Neither of you bothered with small talk. Your hands were gripping the bag with your dress tightly, trying to conceal your excitement. When you reached the apartment, Sangyeon didn't get out.

"I'll give you five minutes to go up, put that thing on, and get on the bed." He looked over at you. "If I come up there and you haven't done what I ask, I'll just have to punish you even more."

You nodded and stepped out of the car, bag still in hand. Before you could close the car door, Sangyeon stopped you with a suddenly much sweeter look in his eye.

"Safeword is still cherry, okay baby?" he said.

"Got it." You grinned and closed the door.

As soon as you got into the apartment you basically ripped your clothes off and put on the sheer slip. The lace accentuated your bust, as well as lining the bottom of the dress which ended right below your ass. The pink lacy underwear you had on fit perfectly with the white fabric of the dress. You didn't waste much time in front of the mirror and instead got to light the candles in the room. A part of you thought it was a bit silly, but you had committed to it so it was happening. The candles were lit and the lights were turned off. Just then, you heard the front door click open, then shut and lock. With a squeal of delight, you climbed onto the fluffy sheets of the bed and made yourself comfortable.

"I'm ready for you baby," you spoke as you heard him approach the door.

"I thought we agreed it was sir from now on." Sangyeon walked through the door as he was pulling his belt out of the belt loops on his pants. "Sit against the headboard for me, love."

Without hesitation, you got up and leaned your back against the headboard. Sangyeon sat down on the side of the bed, gently caressing your calf. His eyes never met yours, but a small smile played on his lips. You could tell he was thinking about what to do next. But thinking wasn't enough for you. He needed to do something and he needed to do it now.

"I'm basically half naked in bed for you and all you do is touch my leg?" You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest.

He paused, his hand stopping any movements. The look he gave you made you shiver. Eyes as dark as coal and glimmering with, what you could only assume, images of the many different things he could do to you. He licked his lips and looked back at your leg, his hand began to move again - up, up, up.

"You just keep surprising me..." He sighed. "I was going to go easy on you, you know. Maybe you need a stronger punishment if you're going to keep talking like that."

You didn't respond, only scoffed and looked away from him. Sangyeon put his hand on your thigh, grabbing it tight as he pulled you toward him.

"You're going to get on my lap, and I'm going to spank you," he said plainly. "I think fifteen should be enough for you to learn your lesson."

He manhandled you to lay across his lap, giving you little to say about the matter. A quick and hard slap landed on your ass, and you gasped in surprise. Sangyeon's hand carefully rubbed over the blossoming skin.

"Baby, I need you to count each one. Can you do that for me?" he asked. "Or are you still going to act like a brat?"

"I can count," you spat out.

"Good girl," he praised but then grabbed your jaw tightly to turn your face to him. "But you forgot something."

"I can count, sir," you muttered.

"Since you're being so good for me now, I'll count the first slap into your punishment." He grinned and let go of your jaw.

"Thank you, sir.", you muttered.

A hard slap, as quick as lightning, fell down on you again. A whimper escaped your lips, followed by a slurred "two". He hit you again and again on the same spot until you were drooling. And as you counted to eleven, his fingers started trailing down to your already soaked cunt. Your panties had been thrown to the side by slap seven, leaving nothing between his fingers and where you needed them most. Sangyeon cooed as he spread your slick around with his middle and ring finger, prodding at your entrance. You whined out, wriggling your hips in the air to try to make him do something.

"Do you want my fingers inside you?" he asked with faux sympathy laced in his voice. "Are you feeling a bit needy, baby?"

"Yes, sir." You sighed as his fingers slowly started pushing inside of you. "... want your fingers so bad, sir."

"We still have four spanks left, honey," he said as he started pumping his fingers in and out of you. "Can you keep track of them even when I'm fucking you?"

"Yes, please, I need it..." you whimpered.

He didn't answer, he only kept pumping his finger inside of you. The room was filling up with the sloppy sounds of your wet pussy and your whimpering. And then, with his other hand, he slapped you again.

"Twelve...", you stammered out.

He sped up the pace of his fingers and slapped you again.

"Thir... teen.", you gritted out between moans, "Oh my god, that feels so good- please don't stop!"

Sangyeon heard your plea and continued, curling his fingers inside you to hit your g-spot. Then another spank.

"Fourteen!", you gasped, "Fuck! I think I'm gonna cum..."

Yet another slap. You were drooling. You barely knew that he had just slapped you - you said nothing. Sangyeon pulled his fingers out of you. A string of curses and whines fell from your lips until Sangyeon grabbed your jaw again.

"Open your fucking mouth.", he spat.

You opened your mouth and he shoved the fingers that had been inside you before beyond your lips. A few muffled moans poured from your tongue as you tasted yourself.

"You forgot this was a punishment, hm?" he said. "You were so close, baby... you just got too greedy. Now we're going to have to do this all over again, do you hear me?"

You hummed and nodded the best you could, still sucking on his fingers. He pulled his hand away from you, and your lips let go of his digits with a pop.

"Count again," he said and landed another slap on your reddened ass.

The belt that Sangyeon had worn all day was tied around your wrists and stuck on the headboard. You couldn't move your arms at all. Sangyeon's head was between your thighs, eating you out like he had been starved for days. You didn't know for how long you had been there, but you were painfully aware that he hadn't made you cum once. As you approached your orgasm for the fifth time your legs started to shake and your thighs tried to close around your boyfriend's head. He immediately pulled away from you and slapped the inside of your thigh.

"I told you to tell me if you were about to cum," he said.

His face was wet and shiny from your juices, his pupils blown out completely. There was something fiery in his eyes, something that told you that you would be here for much longer.

"I'm sorry..." you whined and wriggled your hips. "Please... need to cum..."

"You should have thought about that before teasing me all day," he said and started rubbing your clit with his fingers. "Or flirt with that barista - do you think he could make you feel this way? Do you think he could make you beg like this?"

"No sir..." You moaned as his pace increased. "I'm sorry."

"Are you sorry for being a brat or because you can't cum?" he hummed and brought his lips down to your pussy again.

"Ah! I'm sorry for being a brat!" You gasped from the overstimulation as he sucked your clit between his lips. "I'll be a good girl- I'll be your good girl, please I need to cum..."

"How many times do you want to cum, princess?" he stopped touching you completely, taking away whatever remnant of an orgasm that was in you.

"As many as you want! Please just touch me!" you sobbed and tried to grind your hips up.

Tears rolled down your cheeks out of frustration. He reached up and wiped one of them away with the fingers he had used to rub your clit. He brought them to your mouth and pushed his fingers past your lips again.

"Don't cry, baby," he cooed as you sucked on his digits. "You'll get what you want."

"Thank you, sir..." you mumbled as he bent down to your core again.

But then his eyes flickered to something beside you. The bedside table. You looked over at whatever could be taking his attention away from you. A candle. Your eyes widened as he reached for it and blew out the light. You started whining again, trying to get his attention by restraining against your handmade cuffs.

"Stop squirming," he said and smiled. "You'll get what you want... I'm just going to try something new first."

You watched as he inspected the melted wax, and you knew what he was about to do. To your own surprise, it sent a wave of heat down to your core. A moan escaped your lips as he started tipping the jar, anticipating what would happen next.

"Do you want this?" he asked and you nodded.

The jar tipped over, just enough for a few drops to spill on your stomach. A burning sensation hit your skin and you let out a whimper.

"More," you breathed out.

"More?" he asked with a big grin.

"Please, sir." You nodded.

He dripped more wax onto your body. Strings of red wax coated your stomach and chest. Each hit of the wax made you whimper and squirm. It was only a light pain, tickling something within you that you didn't realize was there. It only burnt you for a moment, then it settled into a hardened form over your skin - leaving a slightly stinging but warm sensation. But it didn't make you forget about the ache between your legs.

"I want to cum," you said as he pulled back the jar again.

His big hands grazed your stomach, where the wax had now dried up. Some of it peeled off as he brushed his fingers against it. A mesmerizing look was sparkling in his eyes. The sound of you straining against your handcuffs brought him back to now.

"Do you deserve it?" he asked, his voice laced with admiration.

"I've been good." You nodded.

Sangyeon hummed, seemingly out of it since he had poured the wax on you. His eyes were big, and he was trying to hold back his smile by biting his bottom lip. A giggle fell from your lips, gaining his attention again. The cute smile on your lips contrasted with the mascara running down your cheeks and the completely fucked-out look in your eyes. Sangyeon put back the candle, and you watched as the muscles stretched with his movements. He stifled a laugh before he bent down in front of your core again.

"Yeah, you've been so good," he said and pressed a few reassuring kisses to your thighs.

The warm feeling of his tongue on you blessed you once again. You took a deep breath and relaxed, letting him do whatever he wanted to you. As you looked down at him, you met his eyes. The same wicked look from before was back, and it made you tense up in anticipation. His strong arms were wrapped around your legs, holding you in place no matter how hard you tried to move. You could nothing but accept the pleasure he was giving you. And as you came, you almost screamed out his name. Even with his arms wrapped around you, you couldn't stop shaking. Your eyes rolled back into your head and you saw stars. He kept his tongue on you, letting you ride out your high. With a clouded mind, all you could think of was the pleasure, and you didn't even realize you were repeating "thank you's" over and over again.

"Come back down for me, love." Sangyeon's hand rubbed your stomach gently, bringing you back to reality.

A laugh bubbled up from the pit of your stomach. You threw your head back and sighed, barely noticing when Sangyeon took your still cuffed hands off the headboard.

"Can you take another one?" he asked as he flipped you to sit on top of him.

A whine escaped your lips as his hard cock brushed against your sensitive clit when he sat you down on his lap. You leaned your head into the crook of his neck, nodding against his skin.

"I need words, baby." He patted your back.

"I can take more, sir." You breathed out.

"So good for me." He pressed a kiss to your lips. "Are you gonna ride me, hm?"

You hummed and put your cuffed hands on his chest. With your puppy-dog eyes gazing oh so lovingly at him, he couldn't deny you anything. Sangyeon reached for your wrists and loosened the belt enough for you to slip your hands out. The skin was slightly bruised around your wrists, and Sangyeon immediately pressed a few kisses to your wrists and hands. A sigh of relief left your lips, catching his attention.

"Are you ready?" he asked as he put your hands on his shoulder.

"Yeah." You moaned when he dragged his head along your folds.

The room filled with groans as you sank down onto his hard length. Sangyeons hands were on your hips, guiding them to grind down on him. There was no way you could move by yourself, not after what you had just done. As your nails dug into his shoulders, he built up a rhythm of thrusting up into you. It was slow and intimate.

"I'll take care of you, just relax for me, honey," he hummed in your ear. "Let go for me."

Whatever control you had left in you was lost as you slumped against him. Sangyeon put your back down on the bed carefully, so that he could thrust into you easily. Sweat was coating his forehead as he leaned over you, his arms on either side of your head. With a weak hand, you brushed out the hair from his eyes and let your fingers run through his locks. Feeling his skin against your hands again felt like drinking a cold glass of water on a hot summer day. You couldn't say a word. Gasps and whimpers poured out of you as Sangyeon continued his slow pace. It was torturous.

"You feel so good around me..." He sighed and leaned his head into the crook of your neck, kissing the sweaty skin there.

This wasn't enough. You needed more. But as soon as you started grinding your hips up to meet his, just to speed things up a little bit, he stopped completely.

"Already getting greedy again?" he huffed and rested his forehead on yours. "You were being so good to me before, but now you can't even wait a few seconds? Here I thought you had learned your lesson."

The corners of your mouth lifted up into a toothy grin, which you could only assume looked absolutely insane. You were really starting to enjoy teasing him.

"I need more," you whispered, your voice hoarse from how loud you had been just a few moments ago.

"Yeah? Want me to fuck you until you can't walk?" he asked and you nodded. "Then you better shut your mouth and take my cock like a good girl."

His thrusts became erratic, hitting just the right spots with each quick and hard move. Your moans grew louder, and his head fell down right by your ear where he let out the lewdest whines and groans you had ever heard from him. With each jab, you felt like your body was on fire. As you neared your second orgasm, your nails dug into his back.

"I'm... about to cum," you panted out.

"Cum all over my cock like the good little slut you are," he murmured in your ear.

At his taunting command, you reached your climax. With you clenching around him, he couldn't hold it for much longer. In the heat of the moment, he came inside of you and fell down on the bed. His chest heaved as he threw his head back beside you, coming down from his own high. You felt like you were flying, a lazy smile painted on your lips as you turned to him.

"Was that okay?" he asked and wrapped his arms around you "I wasn't too rough?"

"It was great..." You sighed and cupped his face in your palm. "I didn't even know I could feel like that... I'm glad I started teasing you."

"I am too, to be honest with you." He smiled. "But we should still talk about what happened."

"Soon..." you hushed him. "I just want to lay here for a while..."

"Whatever you want, princess," he said, back to his normal sweet self.

Sangyeon closed his eyes. You studied his face closely as you started to calm down. As you came to, you realized that he hadn't pulled out in time - or at all.

"Sangyeon..." you whispered, "Did you not pull out?"

His previously closed eyes shot open, fear painted all over his face. He looked down at you and started swearing. You put your hand on his, surprised to see that he seemed even more worried than you.

"It's okay, I can go get plan B," you said.

"No, I'll go get it for you... shit, I'm so sorry." He groaned. "You know what? I'll go draw you a bath and then I'll uh... I'll go get one of those pills for you..."

"Thank you," you said.

Sangyeon carried you to the bathroom and drew you a bath to just the right temperature. As soon as he had made sure you were comfortable and had all you needed, he kissed you goodbye and practically ran out of the apartment to go get your pill.

When he got back you had already gotten out of the tub and wrapped up in a towel. When his eyes landed on you, he felt instantly calmer. He looked like a mess, his clothes hastily put on and his hair standing in all kinds of ways. You smiled at him as he rushed toward you.

"Hi." He breathed out. "I got you the pill... and a pregnancy test just in case."

"Thank you..." You chuckled and accepted the plastic bag.

He paused to look at you, his smile growing at the sight of you. Just like the first time you kissed, you felt butterflies swarm your stomach. You loved him. You really really loved him.

"Did the uh... did the wax leave a mark or anything?" he asked.

"It's a bit red at some places..." You shrugged. "I think it's a bit nice, actually."

He let out a breathy laugh, surprised that you had managed to hide this side of you from him for so long. You looked into the bag and took out the pill.

"I just want you to know" He grabbed your hand. "I didn't freak out because I don't want to have a baby with you, alright?"

"Well, yeah... I didn't think that. It was just a pregnancy scare."

"Right, right..." He nodded. "I just didn't want you to worry about it because I really love you... a lot. And I'm not opposed to a baby, in the future at least."

"Do you want to have this conversation right now?" you asked with a playful smile.

"Not really, no..." he admitted.

The way his personality just switched from domineering to sweet made your heart flutter. He was nervous and it showed - he was just a mess. But he was your mess.

"Well, thank you for assuring me," you said and leaned toward him to kiss his cheek. "I'm going to go take this now."

When you came back to the bedroom Sangyeon was already under the duvet. A pile of clothes was on the end of the bed, waiting for you. Your boyfriend gave you a soft smile and pulled aside the covers for you to get in. After thanking him and putting on your clothes, you crawled into bed beside him. The sheets were new, and you relished in the feeling against your skin.

"Should we talk about what happened now?" He turned to you.

"I guess we should." You nodded. "... I really liked it."

"That's it?" He chuckled.

"Well... what else do you want to know?"

"Maybe why you did it?" he asked and pulled you a bit closer. "I wasn't expecting you to act like that."

"I was curious.", you admitted, "Ever since after our museum date... I just didn't know that you could act like that and I wanted to see it again."

"And you liked the outcome?" he asked and you nodded. "And the candle thing wasn't too much?"

"Honestly? I think there could have been more of that." You giggled. "It was really nice."

"I was a bit worried you'd be freaked out about it," he said. "... I really liked it too."

"I could tell." You pressed a kiss to his lips. "If you're interested... I saw an ad for candles that turn into a lotion when you rub it into the skin."

His eyebrows raised slightly and his eyes shifted away from you, picturing it in front of him. When his eyes met yours again he pulled you in even closer, your chests touching. He placed a few chaste kisses on your cheek.

"So you want to do this again?" he muttered against your skin, his lips trailing down your neck.

"Of course." You breathed out. "Can we?"

Sangyeon pulled away from you to look you in your eyes, the familiar look from before hidden deep in his gaze.

"Only if you can be a good girl for me," he whispered.

"I can't make any promises," you taunted, pressing another kiss on his lips.

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Just to preference alot of this is my interpretations/HCs/OC and very little of it is cannonical character analysis:

So her name is Penelope Esther Goldman but she just goes by her middle name Esther, as a funny little nod to know SK and Neil are both named Neil, she shares a name with Mrs Priss and I think I had them go to the same collage or something, might have to do the math on their ages again to see if that lines up

(I HC Carl's last name is Pasternak and Neil's is both, hyphenated.)

She's a incredibly intelligent scientist with extensive knowledge in biology, robotics, chemistry, ect ect. Esther doesn't really emote or exspress her emotions in her voice or face much at all, or well.

Carl when they first met was smitten, he was a groovy goofy goober and still is. He'd do that walrus thing with breadsticks in public at restaurants. He'd skate around with a fanny pack dancing to bee gees. Convince her to go to parties and she'd just be pleasantly content to stand there as he's like "that's fine I can dance enough for the both of us/pos" She had to pass a first aid course and he guided her arms and taught her you can keep the proper rhythm by singing Stayin Alive. He was just really persistent and really sweet and he grew on her okay 😭

Esther didn't really have a respect for philosophy because she didn't really grasp it's value or importance. As she grew to respect him more that sortaa changed.

They eventually got married and really kick-started both of their careers along the way.

(cw miscarriage implications for this next part) Neil's a rainbow baby that happened after several pregnancy losses. It may have been one of the things to strain their marriage but what really ended up doing it in was just the simple fact of life people change and grow apart and can fall out of love so now they can't really interact with each other for long. Their differences and flaws now clash and they butt heads instead of being complimentary.

I'm a firm believer the episode where each camper takes care of an egg they were reflecting their own parents. Carl is embarrassing but he's almost the exact opposite of a smotherer that Neil was showcased to be. His overall parenting style is like he's way more concerned about being Neil's friend than anything.

Esther is the one he's mirroring, here. She treats him like he's fragile almost. She gives him specific everything, down to his bedsheet thread count, knows how to cater to his living needs inside and out. Esther struggles to connect with anyone emotionally, though so her affection in the verbal department isn't as maintained. This never really bothers Neil, it doesn't register as "smothering" to him how much she shelters or caters to him. Because this isn't a kid interested in joining sports he could get hurt in and likes everything in a specific way anyways.

She's more aware socially than Carl is and knows how to not embarrass him in general.

Esther is Neil's biggest role model he wants to be just like her and is mad when he isn't, when he fails to be. He's upset even physically the only thing they share are the eyes. ((Regularly you can't even see Esther's I couldn't help myself in the art above from making them visible/forgot on the cc one but it's supposed to be a bit on "eyes are a window to the soul" thing and she's just that closed off and unreadable. Really only has a soft spot for Neil))

His mother is incredibly intelligent, and just seems so collected to him all the time.. and importantly not over emotional like he can be (his temper specifically.) and ESPECIALLY how emotional his dad can be.

I just love!! Character parallels!!!! How Carl is this emotional goofy person who joked around and danced and played music everywhere and Esther got regarded as "cold" and stiff and Neil is just both of them bc he's so smart but he's also silly. Like he plays video games and gets passionate over little things and allthat and it embarrasses him secretly sometimes, he wishes he could chill out and be like his mother. But the parts of him that reflect his father have always been the parts Esther always loved the most and found endearing. He doesn't know that though.

Neil to an extent even secretly believes if he didn't have his big brain and academic achievements him and his mother wouldn't have this close relationship because this is their shared quality. This is what makes her proud. He's so scared to lose that or disappoint her.

At the same time it doesn't stop him from pinning his parents against each other a bit from time to time. As he knows Esther's go-to move is to spoil him to win.

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