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ifancyharry · 1 year

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Nightmares

Hiii!!! this is something short and fluffly because we all need it every once in a while 🌚 let me know what you think, i love feedbacks

what it is: Harry has been having nightmares and YN tries to comfort him

word count: 2.5k

Harry doesn’t know what’s wrong. He doesn’t know why he’s been waking up with a gasp and his shirt drenched in sweat ever since he started tour. When he tells Jeff he tried everything (He’s the only one that knows, and if it were up to Harry, he wouldn’t have told him, but one time, when Harry was napping on the couch in his dressing room, Jeff was the one that shook him awake from his bad dream, and, concerned, he forced Harry to tell him what was troubling his needed rest), he really does mean that.

He tried yoga, meditating before bed, he tried that Pilates place in London YN had told him about, he even tried falling asleep with a ‘ocean sounds for fast sleep’ video on YouTube, but the results were always the same: he always woke up in the middle of the night, chest heaving and mind dizzy with still there thoughts about the nightmare that had scared him enough to wake him.

It wasn’t always the same dream.

It had started with him being in a closed, dark space, and he remembers trying to scream but to no avail; no one seemed to hear him. What he remembers vividly is the dreaded feeling of hopelessness that would engulf him almost to the point of chocking.

Then, on other nights, he would be submerged in water, and fishes would swim around him, and despite the darkness, he could feel the presence of sharks swimming close to his body; then, the lights would turn on, and he’d realize he was in an aquarium all along, on displace for everyone and anyone to watch. And people would watch with creeping eyes and faces smashed against the glass, kids would beg him to do something, anything!, beating their fists against the glass to get his attention, and he would look at them with widened eyes, not sure what to do to please them. This nightmare happened often, and it always left him with goosebumps all over his skin.

When he says he doesn’t know what’s wrong, he’s not being entirely honest.

He knows these dreams are happening because he’s anxious about tour, but sometimes, he’s scared to admit that to himself, because how can something he loves doing so much, carry with it this certain feeling of dread and darkness rooted in his subconscious?

He still hasn’t quite gotten the explanation. That’s why, when YN told him some friends asked her out for drinks that night, he had pushed her to go, not telling her anything about these nightmares.

He figured, he’d just stay awake until she came back.

He didn’t want to tell her she’s the only reason he has been able to get some sleep these couple of days he’s been back home, because despite still having nightmares, when he’d woke up — scared and drenched with sweat — he’d be comforted by the presence of her sleeping beside him, and he would caress her skin softly, with the tips of his fingers careful not to wake her, like she was a rare kind of flower he didn’t know what else to do but admire, and the panic in his chest would ease a little bit.

But, as I said before, he’d never tell her that, because he knows how she is, and he knows her heart, and he knows she’d never leave if she knew how bad these nightmares were. So, he drank a couple of diet cokes and hoped he’d managed to stay awake until she’d come back.

When the clock strikes midnight and she still hasn’t come back, Harry heads upstairs.

The movie he had playing on the tv was boring, and he found himself closing his eyes too often to not be falling asleep, and that can’t happen.

When he reaches the bathroom, he rolls the sleeves of the hoodie he’s wearing and passes both his wrists under the faucet, hoping the cold water would wake him up a bit. When he’s done, he splashes his face just to be extra careful, and heads to the bedroom.

He eyes the bed with a mixture of dread and longing in his belly, and he debates whether he should succumb to its hunting call.

He won’t fall asleep. He’ll just lay on the bed because the couch isn’t as comfortable and his muscles still hurt from the Pilates workout he did at the start of the week.

He takes from his nightstand the book he’s started months ago and never gotten around to finish, and he opens it, silently hoping in his heart that YN would come home soon. He knows he could simply text her and she’d be home instantly, but he doesn’t want to spoil her night with his anxious thoughts.

After a couple of minutes, the words start to swirl on the page and he feels his eyes getting heavy with much needed sleep. Without realizing, he closes his eyes tiredly, and, despite promising himself he’d just rest them a second and reopen them, the book falls open on his chest, and before he knows it, he’s fallen deep down a rabbit hole, unsure of where his mind would take him this time.

When YN comes home, it’s much later than she had hoped to be, and she honestly can’t wait to get in bed and sleep.

She furrows her eyebrows once she reaches upstairs and she notices every single light is turned on, enlightening the otherwise dark hallway.

It’s weird; Harry is always careful with that, and, since she’s known him, he has always stated that he prefers to have the small lights turned on instead of the big ones.

She doesn’t pay much attention to it, though, because perhaps he forgot, and she knows how tired he gets on Friday nights, so she’s not about to hold him accountable just because he didn’t turn off the lights.

What is even weirder is that the bedroom’s door is wide open, and YN wonders if maybe Harry isn’t sleeping after all; maybe he’s just waiting for her?

But when she peeks her head in their shared bedroom, she sees him splayed out on the bed, laying on his back, his arms folded above his head and his hands closed in two fists, his cheek is smushed against the pillow and little breaths come out of his parted lips. Her gaze softens at the sight, he looks soft and vulnerable, and YN has to refrain the urge to pinch his cheeks and splatter kisses all over his face.

She walks to the bathroom to undress and do her skincare, but just as she’s about to rub moisturizer on her face she hears a chocked sob come from the bedroom.

She furrows her brows and turns toward the noise, but the room is dark and she can’t see anything out of place.

It’s only when she hears the noise another time that she places the moisturizer back in its place and makes her way to the bedroom, scared something may be wrong with Harry.

Her socked feet are light against the floor, because there still could be a possibility of Harry being fast asleep and the noise coming from outside, so she doesn’t want to be the one to wake him.

She squints her eyes to get accustomed to the darkness in the room, but when she reaches the bed, she turns on the small light on her bedside table, the faint, yellowy light illuminating enough for her to be able to make out Harry’s restless body as he tosses and turns in the sheets.

She furrows her eyebrows once again and, with a small voice, says: “Harry…?”

She tries his name a couple of times after that, but there’s no point. He’s deep in what she thinks is a dream, muttering under his breath incomprehensible words, his head lulling from side to side on the pillow, his fists clenching and unclenching above his head.

She places a tentative hand on the exposed skin of his bicep, caressing in circles, and her fingers dig in the skin when she tries to wake him up once again.

It’s not the sound of his name rolling off her tongue that wakes him, but the big, white, shark that in his nightmare had started chasing him, the little kids cheering once he started swimming as fast as he could, because “he finally did something!” And their day hadn’t been wasted watching him.

He rises from the bed with a loud gasp, and, with trembling hands, he reaches for YN next to him, his fingers gripping the skin of the arm closer to him in a tight hold.

YN watches him with a puzzled look on her face, still from her position sitting on her knees, and she takes in his wide eyes, that are running around the room in a panic.

She’s not entirely sure he’s awake, and she doesn’t know what to do, because she’s been told since she was little that you never should wake a sleepwalker.

But Harry isn’t a sleepwalker, he’s just having nightmares, and despite his unsettled state, he’s wide awake, terror running through his veins.

“Harry?” She questions, “what’s wrong?”

He shakes his head swiftly, and with the movement, a couple of curls stick to his drenched forehead. YN raises her hand and with the tips of her fingers she pushes the hair from his face, running her nails on his scalp to soothe him.

“Tell me what happened” she tries again, her voice is soft and Harry, who’s truly exhausted, wants to just fall back to sleep to the sound of her voice, but he knows he can’t. Because who knows what he’ll dream of if he does…

“I…” he mumbles, his eyes are still scanning the room, trying to make his mind understand that he’s not underwater still, he’s in his room, where it’s safe from sharks and creepy kids.

He doesn’t know how to tell her and he doesn’t want to explain the dream, scared to think about it more than he can take. So, “I can’t” he says, shaking his head once again.

“Okay, okay” she coos, shifting on the bed so she can be closer to him, she encircles his shoulders with her arm and brings his head on her chest, the side of his face nuzzling against her breasts.

“You’re safe” she whispers, and she brings her other hand to his cheek, to keep him pressed against her, which seemed to have calmed him a bit.

His chest is still heaving, and YN tells him to listen to her heartbeat to regulate his breathing.

“I’m here, you’re safe.” She caresses his sticky cheek with her thumb, and she feels her heart clench in her chest when she feels a couple of tears fall from his eyes.

She wishes she’d know what the dream was about so she could help him in a better way, but she doesn’t want to force him, and she doesn’t want to make him relive it, so she tries to do the best she can, whispering soothing words in his ear.

She catches the salty tears with her thumb, “don’t cry, moppet. It wasn’t real.”

Harry’s body shakes with a sob and she squeezes him tighter with her arm — if possible — “it wasn’t real”, she repeats.

She doesn’t know how many times she tells him that, and she doesn’t stop, not even once his body stops shaking.

He doesn’t say anything, he just squeezes her shirt tighter between his fingers, sniffling against her chest, but she can tell it’s working, and slowly he’s starting to take in his surroundings.

“You’re safe” she whispers against his hair, before placing a kiss on his hairline, “i’m here, it’s all over”, and she seals her words with another kiss.

When he’s calmed down, he brings a hand to cup his eyes, drying the tears from the corners with his fingers. He sniffles and parts his lips, soft, shaky, breaths coming in puffs from his mouth.

He’s still a little bit puzzled, it’s not easy waking up from a deep slumber, and he doesn’t remember much what happened in the dream, he only remembers the adrenaline pumping in his body as he swam away from the shark.

“I’ll get you a tissue” YN says when he sniffles again, but when she’s about to loosen her hold on his shoulders, Harry squeezes her again against himself, grasping the fabric of her shirt in his hands.

“Don’t… don’t leave me” his voice is strangled and shaky, and YN feels her heart drop in her stomach at his plea.

“No, no, okay, okay. I’m here. I’ll stay here.” She reassures.

When Harry feels her shift her legs, he lets out a small groan from his throat, but YN is quick to shush him.

“I’m just laying down” she says softly, laying her back against the mattress and carrying him with her. “More comfortable this way”, she explains, and Harry nods with his head against her chest.

His breathing is regular now, apart from some shaky breaths every once in a while, and after a while he feels the exhausting day catch up to him, his lids hooded, and he has to fight to stay awake.

“It’s okay… go back to sleep” she coos, her hand massaging his scalp to calm him.

He shakes his head and pouts his lips, “can’t…what if it happens again?”

“I’m here now. You’re safe with me.”

He isn’t totally convinced, but he’s tired, really tired, and YN is finally here, and she says he’s safe. And if she says he’s safe, then he must be safe, because she never lies. Not to him.

“Just… I’ll just close them a bit.” He mumbles, “not falling asleep”

“Okay, whatever you need angel” she lowers a bit down the bed, her head resting comfortably against the pillow.

Harry closes his eyes and cuddles against her body, his head is on her chest, right under her chin, half his weight is on her, and his leg is tangled with hers, one hand draped across her tummy. He nuzzles his nose against her skin, breathing in her scent that he finds calming, before squishing his cheek against her chest once again.

“You’re safe. I would never let anything happen to you” she whispers, rubbing his back and soothing his muscles with the press of her fingers.

Harry slowly feels himself drift off to sleep, comforted by her soothing words and little massages on his skin, and this time, when he closes his eyes, he isn’t met with the shark’s, he isn’t in the aquarium and there’s not kids around him, this time, he’s running in a field full of pink and yellow blossomed flowers, clouds the color of cotton candy are high up in the sky, and he hears YN’s laugh coming from behind him. The air smells like her perfume.

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bitchlessdino · 1 year

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repeat rebound (m) Ch.1: repeating mistakes

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Pairing: Fem!reader x fwb!soonyoung

Genre: Crack, smut, angst

word count: 3.4k

tags: fwb!soonyoung, ex!chan, lots of crying, mistakes, heartbreak, blowjobs (receiving and giving), exhibitionism, degradation, praise kink, mean dom!hoshi, insinuating car sex, doggy

Summary: The best way to get over someone is to get under someone. Again and again and again.

author note: i really tried pouring my whole nanaussy into this (i blame nu for my language)

Taglist: @anthropologymajorkpopmultistan

It was one of those nights again; you couldn’t help but think about your ex-boyfriend. You were the one that broke up with him, so why the fuck are you still not over him?

You drown your thoughts down a bottle of wine accompanied by friendly faces by your side. Laughing at jokes they make and being in tune with the air inside the club, you immerse yourself in the nightlife and gradually forget internal demons. Not a coherent thought in your hazy mind until a man catches your eyes. A slit in his eyebrow, a see-through long sleeve to give a peak of what he has to show underneath, and a tight pair of leather pants that hug his form incredibly. His mere presence sobered you up instantly.

“Wow,” you hardly manage to let out.

“Wow, what,” Jeonghan nudges, immediately catching your line of vision, “Ah, Soonyoung.”

“Soonyoung?” You repeat in the form of a question. “You know someone that hot?”

Jeonghan scoffs, crossing his arms pretentiously. “Look at me, of course, I do. He lives in my building. We’d party together sometimes, or at least used to before he got a girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend, huh,” disappointment stings your tone.

“Yeah, but last I heard they broke up. It must be true if he’s going out again. She was pretty controlling.” Jeonghan had this smug grin, “Why? Is he tickling your fancy?”

“If that’s a way to say I'm getting wet just looking at him right now, then yes.”

He crutches his face in disdain. “My god, you are drunk. Thirsty much? Drink some water, idiot.”

“That’s okay, I’ll fill up on Soonyoung’s dick. Excuse me.”

You push past the older man to reach the other side of the bar, Soonyoung occupying there with a new drink in hand alone. You happen to catch his gaze as you join him near the bartender. You don’t tear your gaze away in a moment of sheer confidence, greet him with a smile on his face, entrailed by the serendipity.

He follows up with a subtle grin, “Soonyoung.”

You hum, scanning his figure up close, configuring that it indeed looks better from this distance. “That’s a pretty name.”

“Thank you. I’d say the same about you, but I’m sure you already knew that.”

You give him a Cheshire grin. “Oh, you think my name’s pretty?”

“Yes, but, I think you’re prettier.” He retorts, the smile stretching over his cheeks like a strong elastic, showing no signs of wear and he leans closer to you. “Would you want me to buy you a drink?”

You wave your hand dismissively. “I approached you, I should be the one buying you a drink.”

“But I’m the one that offered.” He had this cheeky way of talking, it had you excited about something for something in a long time.

You bat your eyes lightly, “Well, if you insist.”

He chuckles before turning to the friendly bartender, “Josh, can I get two–sorry, what is it that you wanted?”

His eyes look over at you in interest and you are unsure if your heart is pounding from the alcohol you already have in your body or the sexual energy that just oozes out of this man. He made you tingle all over and it took you a beat before you had an answer for him. “Rum and Coke.”

Soonyoung chuckles. “And some water.”

You roll your eyes giggling. “Of course, you’re a gentleman.”

“Now why are you out tonight?” He ponders, naturally making conversation and observing the drinks being poured out in front of him.

You pretend to think, elbows hitting the bar counter as you rest your chin in your hands. “A good time. A reason to go out.”

“Me too. I hope you’re having a good time.”

“I am,” you lean closer to him, giving him direct eye contact, “especially now.”

Your hand trails over his thigh, your nails raising goosebumps on his skin.

He tilts his head, “Well, I’m the one with someone as incredible as you talking to me. You just know how hot you are, don’t you?”

You raise a brow, crossing your legs together, managing the arousal that threatens to seep from your vibrating cunt, “Yeah? Well, practically everyone in this room would be more than down to fuck you.”

He raises a brow, the corner of his lips perking up sinisterly. “You included?”

“That was implied. Of course.” You take the last sip of your drink, eyes locked on him, and it only takes a few minutes until you’re occupying an empty stairway.

Soonyoung sits on the steps with his legs spreading to his comfort while you felt rather comfortable on his lap. You anchored around his neck with a sloppy liplock in progress. Soonyoung holds your ass in his hands like a lost treasure, fingers playing along your slit underneath your skirt, his pretty red nails dragging along your skin.

You both may have slipped one too many times on the stair’s rigid surface but still come up to the surface giggling. He tastes of the rum and potato chips, considerably sweet and salty. Your hands in his hair, you press up against his toned abdomen. “Shit, you feel like an Abercrombie ad.”

“That is the most middle school compliment I’ve ever heard,” he teases, “Thank you.”

“As fun as this is, I am getting over someone, and this is really fun, but I’m not looking for much besides sex.”

He shrugs, “Likewise. Let’s have a night to remember then, hmm, and I’ll make sure you’ll forget all about the brainless asshole who thought losing you was a genius idea.”

You let out a guttural moan, the dampness of your panties practically dripping down your thighs, “You’re so nice…God, I really want to suck your dick.”

Before he could give a response, you’re already crawling downward and dragging the zipper of his leather pants to tug it over his thighs. “Woah, woah, not even gonna wait until we get back to my place?”

“I think I might die if I don’t–Holy shit, you’re huge.” You drag your hands all over his branded briefs, feeling for the bulge underneath, and audibly moaning only for it to get drowned out in the muffled music.

“Aren’t you worried about getting caught?”

“Not particularly, are you?”

It takes him a beat before shaking his head with a cheeky smile. He only cares to watch as you help yourself. You pull the waistband over to his thighs and uncover his pulsing length that was simply mouth-watering sight. You wrap his girth in your hand, a trail of saliva leaving your lips and dropping on the head. Soonyoung licks his lips and slouches his posture, curling a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Are you sure you’re sober enough for this?”

“Oh trust me. When you walk through those doors, I definitely sobered up enough to know I want you to fuck me,” you respond licking the corner of your lips.

He blinks down at you slowly, softly scoffing, “what if it’s the rum talking?”

“You taste sweeter than rum, it’s definitely you.”

You took every inch of him in your mouth, careful of your teeth, lips meeting the base and the head hitting the back of your throat. The visual alone made his cock twitch. “S-shit.”

His hand automatically latches on the hairs of your scalp, mouth slightly open, tongue writhing out like a dog in heat. Through shut eyes, he feels you explore the surface. Your tongue traces over every vein, lips squeezing around his girth, your saliva escaping past your grip and creating a glossy sheen on the skin of his inner thigh. He lends a helping hand bobbing your head, emitting those blissful sounds of your jaw being used for its proper purpose.

“Dumb cunt.” His touch travels from your hair down to the shape of your chin, gripping your face in his full hand, and thumbing over your swollen bottom lip curiously. “What kind of fucking idiot would throw away a perfectly good mouth like this?”

His hips jerk slightly, watching your eyes roll back with every thrust. His groans digging and lingering in your ears, you feel both his hands take full control. Holding you by the sides of your face, he works himself to rut in your mouth like you’re a tool; not an ounce of remorse in sight. You plant your hands on either side of him on the steps, your gagging accompanying the muffled EDM, and you feel him push his cock deep, deep down your throat, seeing stars for the first time indoors.

You take the opportunity to pull up for air when he loosens his touch, your drool dribbling on your chin, and a lust-driven smile spreads across your face. “You’re mean…I like you.”

“I hope you like me enough to wait then because I am not fucking you when I have a perfectly good bed a few blocks from here. Let’s go.”

With only cock on your mind, you follow the lead of a hot stranger and forget to tell the friends you leave behind. Your phone ends up buzzing on vibrate all throughout the night and you pay it not a single thought. On your journey over, you keep your hands to yourself with Soonyoung on the wheel but in an attempt to subdue your inner demons that ran amok.

“You keep touching yourself like that, I'll pull over.”

Your hand was already coated in the vicious film of your arousal, fingers deep past your wet folds, staining the inner lining of your skirt, “I need something in me…”

“You stupid slut,” he brakes at an upcoming red light before taking your busy hand and piling it up in his cheeks. He sucks the filth from your fingers whole, past your cuticles to knuckles, and interlocks them with his when it’s clean, as clean as he could get it anyway, “I don’t fuck with brats, so you might as well sit there and do as you’re told.”

There was something interesting about the gesture. Though his words were vulgar and your hand was sticky from the residue from the combination of your impatience and Soonyoung’s proactive problem-solving, the way he clasped them together immediately after that gives you butterflies in the pit of your stomach. And something in the dumb cock drunk brain of yours told you that his words weren’t meant to be taken lightly.

He drags you from the familiar sidewalk leading up to the complex where he and Jeongan took residence. He catches you in a lips lock as the elevator closes, tasting your arousal on his tongue, and letting your thigh lock around his hip. After what feels like seconds, the elevator doors release, and you are instantaneously behind another door before you realize.

He guides you to a room, knocking you back to a king-sized bed, already pushing up the fabric of your skirt to push his face between your legs. His hair only in view, he takes your thighs and presses against the side of his face, muffled sounds of his ravaging driving you and your pussy up a damn wall.

“Oh, good lord.”

You rock back onto his tongue, fingers laced naturally through his locks as his nose places strategically against your clit. “Your pretty pussy tasted so good in the car, I couldn't stop thinking about it.”

His eyes flit up to meet yours, holding them in a trance as he works himself between your folds. You remember how he mentioned he had a thing for tigers after you noticed one on his phone case, and the way his eyes looked reminded you of just that; a tiger devouring his prey. “F-fuck, like that…”

His chuckles tickle your core. “You like that?”

“Mmh, yes please…”

“Good girl…telling me how you like it.”

If you were given the choice, you wouldn’t have minded being eaten out the entire night, but Soonyoung seems to have wanted the variety. He dresses himself down to his birthday suit, repeating the process soon after with you. His fingers stroke against your chest delicately, cupping your breasts firmly. His mouth instinctively opens, salivating at the idea before putting it into action. Your moan at that, watching as he draws circles in your skin as his hips drilled in the sheets. His fiery tip ghosted over your sopping cunt as it clenched around nothing. You were just so desperate for it.

“Put it in…please…”

“Impatient, are you?” His body stretches to reach for something behind you, a foil wrapper coming to view.

He rips it open with his teeth, spitting out the torn top and rolling the rubber over his length. “On your stomach.”

“H-huh?”

“I’m taking you from behind, keep up.”

He flips you over in an instant, a yelp making past your lips, leveraging your hips to have your ass in the air. You oblige by arching your back, his hand smoothing over the shape of your behind to run a finger over your wet slit, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Fuck, you’re dripping. Thinking of messing up my sheets, are you?”

He lines himself at your entrance and inserts himself carefully inside. “You’re just pretty enough that I'd let you. Hold on for me.”

Your nails dig into the comforter, holding on, and he slams into you like a set of brakes. You jerk forward as expected, squeezing around his girth and only able to helplessly whimper as clutch on the bed, knowing what’s about to come next.

He moves in you at a brutal pace, fucking the depths of your arousal. You emit a sound of ache every time he does, voice sounding out in vibrato.

“You have such a pretty voice,” despite his praise, he pries open your mouth and slides in his digits, hanging them off the side of your chin, “but I don’t want a reason to cum early.”

His chest presses into your back, pushing into your g-spot. His teeth nibble against your ear, hands playing with your tits almost possessively. His grinding mesmerizing form sensation alone. “Your ex ever make you feel like this?”

You shake your head in denial, speaking through his fingers, “No, never like this…”

“What a fucking prick.”

He sucks on the nape of your neck, somehow finding that churns your stomach just right. “H-he was…”

His laugh was euphoric, “You’re funny. I think I like you too.”

He fucks you like his words were genuine, and your climax built up like the tears in your eyes. “I’m close…”

“You’re taking me so well, just a little longer, hmm? For me?”

Your knees grew weak, close to giving out, practically shaking beneath him. “Soonyoung please…”

“C-cum!” His moans heat the inside of your ears, temple kissing yours.

Your hips snap back into his crotch, his name flooding your tongue. His arms embrace your torso with all the strength he can muster, filling the casing to the brim. Your legs finally collapse, the man behind you falling easily on top of you. “Shit…”

He picks himself up and disposes of the condom. You hear muted rustling behind you but you’re too tired to care. There isn’t a single thought in your head until you finally fall asleep, snoring softly to your path to dreamland. Soonyoung returns with a towel run under hot water, wiping away leftover residue between your legs. He smiles seeing you’ve already fallen asleep without him.

“Guess, she’s staying the night.”

You woke up the following morning in his bed. The sheets underneath you were slightly different from the night your body decided to sleep in and his naked bicep draped over your bare shoulders. His body reeked of rum and his natural musk, and you feel hot ah he tugs you closer. It was unfamiliar, but pleasant, at the same time relieving for the first time in a while that you didn't wake up the following morning alone. A change of pace from your usual wallowing.

You turn over to your side to face him, tired eyes peeking glances at him as he casually wraps a leg around your body. You softly chuckle, careful not to wake him, but realize your failure as his eyelids begin to lift and gaze back at you. “Morning.”

You sigh in bliss holding your hands to your cheeks. “Hi.”

“Feeling better?”

“Much.”

Your smiles match, a strong urge to share the rest of the day with him when reality hits you. You were enjoying yourself too much and there was more life to live.

You tear away from his clutches and pick up your clothes from the floor. “Well, this was fun.”

“Yeah, it was.” Smile faltering seeing how quick you are to leave. Didn’t you enjoy last night as much as he did?

You layer on your clothes slightly different from last night, utilizing the bathroom built into his room, and return to him with a clean face. “It was nice meeting you, Soyoung, but I gotta head back.”

He scoffs in disbelief, flexing his upper body to loosen up his back. He finds it hard to believe a girl that begged with his name in her mouth could get it that quickly. “Soonyoung.”

You laugh internally, knowing damn you didn't forget the name of the best fuck you had in months, but you weren’t going to let him know that. “Right. Well, bye. Again, nice meeting you.”

And just like that, you were strangers again. You leave his apartment, with a pep in your step. You’ll probably never fuck someone that hot again but at least you have the pleasure of saying you did.

You take a walk of shame back to your apartment building, dreading going back to your normal routine, and digging for your keys when a familiar figure comes into view. Your uplifted mood dissipates almost immediately, your arms go limp, and you grit your teeth in disdain. There stood the person you shouted on rooftops for that you’d marry one day and would be incomplete without, now left a nasty after taste on the back of your mouth just repeating his name.

“Chan, what are you doing here?”

“Hi to you too, princess.” Honey coats his eyes and tongue, and a nostalgic look of love thumps that weak heart in your chest, bringing back the feelings you were just drowning in top shelf liquor just last night.

“You don’t live here anymore, remember? Get bent,” you pass him to insert the key and turn it to unlock.

He rushes to your side, stars in his eyes, “I fucked up, okay. I shouldn’t have–how am I supposed to be any better without you?”

“I don’t know, ask yourself that when you left weeks ago.”

The door swings open and you enter, prepping yourself to slam the door in his face, but his foot blocks your attempt, a sliver of his presence through the wooden crack.

“Please, listen to what I have to say. I’ve lived long enough without you.” he speaks with a quivering voice, choking back sobs, pleading with his entire body.

“Keep it up, you're doing a great job so far.” You attempt to kick him away, the sole of your shoe jabbing at his closed toes, holding back your emotions unlike he does.

“I’m still in love with you, princess.”

You don’t stop no matter what he says, warmth building up in your eyes and blurring your vision. You proceed to kick him away harder and harder until you grow weak enough for him to take advantage. He pries the door apart from its closure and takes on your fists pounding away at his chest. His arms come around to wrap around your frame, his shirt soaking up your tears and you hit him more, pathetically pushing him away.

You’re screaming at this point, calling him insults, wanting to hurt him as much as he hurt you. You feel like you were burning all over your body, fucked in the mouth, fucked in the stomach, fucked in the mouth. You wanted it to just stop. You wanted all to stop.

But ultimately, you gave in when you didn’t have it left in you. All you could do was sob, pained all over, aching, savoring Chan’s embrace because there was nothing else like it. You knew what you were. You were weak. You were stupid. You were going to fuck yourself over.

His words echo in your ears. “I miss you…I love you…I need you…”

But you were a heartbroken girl still in love with the boy you met back in high school.

He press kisses all over your face and you remembered he would do that same thing every morning and every night. Your hands crawl up to find solace in his warmth, inhaling his cologne and tugging him harder, gesturing him to hold you tighter. Your tears mix in with one another and you lose where your sobs didn't become his.

“I-I love you too.”

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Lee Felix x Thick female reader

Word count: 5.7K

Synopsis: A sequel to Forever My Wedding Date. Your one year anniversary rolls around and Felix needed everything perfect, but he will learn sometimes the best plans are no plans at all.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! The 5th installment of the SKZ x Thick Reader Series. Not much left now! We're down to Hyunjin, Jeongin, and Jisung (who should hopefully be next). Thank you all for your patience with these last few. I know they've taken a bit longer and have been a bit out of order, but I hope you enjoy reading them! If you do, please give it a like, reblog, comment, shoot me an ask, I have loved talking with you guys about this series and how it's made you all feel! As always warnings and smut below the cut! Happy reading!

Warnings: 18+ only MDNI! Cursing/strong language, mentions of car/public sex, oral (m&f receiving), fingering, cream pie, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, I honestly think that's all! This one is fairly vanilla. As per usual if I missed anything please let me know and I will add it to the warnings immediately!

“That one right there sir, that’s the one I want.” Felix pointed to a small gold band with a single, small diamond. The elderly man behind the counter pulled the ring Felix had requested.

“A wise choice son. It's simple and classic. Never goes out of style. Who’s the lucky girl?” Felix handed the man his card and smiled as he looked down at the ring in the box in his hand.

“My best friend.” The older man chuckled and nodded as he processed Felix’s payment.

“My wife is my best friend too. You both will be happy for a long time I’m sure.” Felix shook his head, took his card back, thanked the man and left. He hoped one day you two could be happy together. He hoped one day he’d have the guts to tell you he was in love with you. Until that day he’d hold on to the ring. For now, the two of you would focus on college, you still had two more years to go. There was plenty of time.

Felix looked at the ring he’d had for seven years. The ring he knew he’d propose to you with one day. After Krista’s wedding when the both of you had finally confessed your feelings and made love for the first time Felix started planning. Jim!!

Your one-year anniversary would be the day and that day was fast approaching now. Felix rented out a small restaurant that happened to have outdoor seating in a gorgeous garden. He bought a new suit and you got a new dress that you wouldn’t let Felix peek at.

Felix had told you he had a surprise planned for your anniversary but wouldn’t tell you what this plan was, just the time and to dress nicely.

Felix had everything plotted out. A limo would pick you up and take you to the restaurant, you would have a romantic dinner under the stars, then Felix would pull out the ring explaining how he had got it.

If everything went according to plan you would end up at home, falling into bed together, making love, and then talking wedding plans as you held each other after.

The day finally came and Felix was a ball of nerves. He just needed everything to go perfectly. You deserved for this to be perfect. Since you and Felix lived together now and you wanted your outfit to be a surprise, you got ready in the ensuite bathroom and Felix showered in the master bathroom.

It took you considerably longer, mainly because of the contraption you had to use to zip the back of the damn dress on your own, but you finally got it and finished getting ready. You did your make up in natural shimmery hues, highlights of gold, and a deep red lip. Your hair was down and curled. The look was simple yet elegant.

Your dress was elegant and anything but simple. It was a beige fitted cocktail dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. It had long sheer sleeves that were also fitted, which you liked because you felt like it made your arms look thinner, and it was covered in glitter and delicate beading.

You were wearing your wine-colored Louboutin red bottoms that were a shade or two darker than the lip color you had on. When Felix saw you coming down the hall, he was speechless. You laughed as he stood there slack jawed.

“This is why I didn’t show you, so I could see that look on your face again.” You giggled, walked over and wrapped your arms around Felix as he got his wits back.

“Wow angel, you look... wow!” You backed up, gave a little curtsey, and then smoothed Felix’s lapel and straightened his tie.

“You look amazing Lixie. Who helped you pick out your suit if I didn’t?” You pouted and he wrapped his arms around you pulling you in again and kissing you, one of his hands coming up and cupping your face. He had to fight the urge to fuck you in that dress right then.

“I picked this all by myself thank you very much.” You gave him a face that said ‘not bad’ as you nodded.

“You did well baby.” You leaned in and kissed him again.

“I learned from the best.” Felix winked. He was ecstatic, so far everything was going perfectly.

“Okay babe our ri-” Before Felix could finish his sentence, he got a text alert. He quickly opened his phone and saw the limo driver was having a little car trouble and that he’d be ten minutes late. Felix understood car trouble was not in that man’s power to control and it was only ten minutes.

“Our ride is running just a little behind but it’s a nice night why don’t we wait for him downstairs?” You and Felix headed down for the lobby of your apartment building. Ten minutes came and went, and Felix was getting a little antsy. At fifteen minutes he text the driver and got no reply.

He was a little worried when he saw the night sky starting to become overcast with clouds. He hoped it didn’t rain. Five more minutes after that thought the limo came pulling up and your face lit up.

“Really Lixie a limo? You’re too much.” Felix was relieved. You didn't seem to mind having to wait and as long as you were happy, he was.

“Nothing is too much for you angel.” The driver profusely apologized for his tardiness and explained he’d only just seen Felix’s text when he pulled up. Felix assured him it was fine but that you were on a tight schedule now, so you had to get going.

The driver quickly ushered you two into the back of the limo and headed towards your destination. You were drinking glasses of chilled champagne, about halfway to the restaurant when the car started to slow, then came to a complete stop. The driver put down the divider.

“Sir, I’m terribly sorry but it seems like the limo has broken down.” Felix was pushing his fingers into his eyes frustrated. He knew it wasn’t this man’s fault, so he was trying his best not to take it out on him.

“I understand. What should we do?” The driver said he could get another car there in fifteen minutes and Felix said that would be fine. So, you waited fifteen minutes and this time almost on the dot the other car showed up. What the driver had failed to mention was that the other car was his personal car which was a beat-up, 1985, two door, Nissan Sentra; covered in Bondo and primer paint. Felix’s face fell.

“THAT’S the other car?!” The driver nodded sheepishly.

“Yes sir, I’m so sorry it’s all that I could get for you on such short notice. I’ll refund you the money you paid for the limo. I’m so very sorry sir.” The man seemed genuinely apologetic and embarrassed by his car’s condition. Felix felt bad for him. So you were having a few hiccups in your night. That was okay. You had a car, and you could get to the restaurant now and everything else would go smoothly.

Just as you and Felix had climbed into the backseat you heard a low rumble of thunder. Felix closed his eyes tilted his head upward and said a silent prayer for God to please not let it rain tonight. At least not until dinner was over.

When you got to the restaurant it seemed like the rain might actually hold off. You were amazed at the place just by looking at the outside. Felix helped you out of the back seat and the driver assured him that when it was time to take you back home it would either be a limo or a company car that would be there to get you. He gave his word; Felix appreciated that and thanked the man.

As you were walking inside Felix reached into his pocket for a mint to calm his nervous stomach. The bracelet he was wearing got caught and he had to forcefully pull his hand back out of the pocket. He freed himself but ripped the pocket. Not thinking anything of it, the two of you entered the restaurant and were greeted by the staff.

You were led to the garden patio and seated at a candle-lit table with a beautiful floral arrangement in the middle made up of flowers from the surrounding garden.

“Oh my god Felix this is gorgeous!” It was breathtaking, you were amazed. Felix was over the moon hearing how happy you were. Once you were seated you were served your drinks and the first course appetizer. The whole meal was already selected and planned out just like everything else.

You had managed to make it through a good portion of the meal when there was a sudden bolt of lightning with loud rumbling thunder right after signaling its close proximity to the two of you. It was so close you could both feel the electricity in the air. You jumped and screamed, and Felix flinched.

Then as if God had turned the shower head on full blast a torrential downpour started. The candle was snuffed out immediately, and the two of you were drenched before you could make it inside. Your hair and makeup was ruined, Felix’s suit, but you were laughing.

“That lightning scared the shit out of me Lix!” You said as you clutched your chest and continued chuckling. You were laughing even after everything that had happened. God Felix loved you. Now, now was the time. He went to reach in his pocket and get the ring but when he did the ring was nowhere to be found. He started checking all of his pockets and he instantly started panicking when he remembered the hole.

“NO fuck! Not this too. NO! God damn it it has to be here!” You turned towards your boyfriend concerned about his sudden outburst. You walked up trying to calm him as he still frantically searched his pockets.

“Lix-” He cut you off shouting gathering the attention of the staff towards the two of you. He was so upset he wasn’t thinking clearly.

“NO! No, I... fuck!” He ran out the entrance and back into the rain then stopped and just started to cry. You followed him out and wrapped your arms around him from behind.

“Felix, please, tell me what’s wrong baby.” He turned around facing you. His hand cupping your jaw, his thumb tracing your cheek.

“I was going to propose to you tonight y/n. In a garden under the stars with a ring I’ve had for you since college knowing one day, I’d ask you to marry me but it’s all ruined. The limo, the rain, our clothes, and to top it all off I've lost the ring that I’ve held onto for seven years for you. It’s all ruined, all of it. I wanted it to be perfect, you deserve perfect. A perfect ring, a perfect proposal, a perfect wedding.” You were in shock you had only ever seen Felix worked up like this one other time, last year when he fought Peter.

You couldn’t bear to see him like that. You cupped his face as his tears continued to well up in his eyes and fall. As you were about to lean in and kiss Felix you just so happened to see something reflecting light when glancing down. Something shiny. There, in a puddle, under a bench in front of the restaurant. You knelt down and picked it up and when Felix saw what was in your hand, he reached for it and you pulled it back.

“Wait a minute I want to say something first.” Felix stopped the relief he felt seeing that ring was short lived because of your words. He stood there waiting terrified.

“Felix, you didn’t have to do any of this for the perfect proposal. Anything would have been perfect because it’s you asking me. You could ask me to marry you in the parking lot of a flea market and I’d always say yes Lix. I love you.” You went to hand Felix the ring. He took it from you and got down on one knee in the rain.

“y/n, I’ve loved you since I knew what love was maybe even before. It has always been me and you and I want it to always be us for the rest of our lives. Will you marry me?” Tears and raindrops streaked both of your faces as you shook your head yes.

“Yes, Felix yes.” Felix leapt up and kissed you cradling your face in his free hand. He pulled away and slid the ring on your finger. When you saw the simple diamond ring tears continued to spill from your eyes.

“I bought this ring by maxing out the only credit card I owned, it was at the beginning of our junior year of college. I didn’t even know how to tell you I was in love with you but when I saw that ring, I knew I had to buy it, I knew it was the ring I was supposed to propose to you with.” You threw your arms around Felix’s neck and kissed him.

“Felix, I don’t need to stand in front of a bunch of people to tell them something we’ve known forever. Let’s just go to Vegas and get married.” Felix’s started laughing and you just looked at him deadpanned.

“Seriously angel? Vegas?” You nodded and started laughing too.

“Sure, why not? We’ll get married at a quickie chapel, wine and dine, and get a fancy hotel room so I can fuck my new husband’s brain’s out. How’s that sound for a wedding?” Felix pulled you close and kissed you.

“Sounds perfect. When should we do it?” A mischievous smile spread across your whole face.

“Now, tonight, let's just go.” Felix’s face was priceless.

“REALLY!?” You shook your head laughing and pulled Felix in for a deeper kiss.

“Baby I don’t want to waste another moment not being your wife. You help me find them and I’ll book the flights.” He squeezed your soft body in his arms.

“I had planned on fucking you senseless tonight after proposing but I guess I can hold off until you’re Mrs. Lee.” He kissed you again and then both of you, soaked already, ran in the rain to the car waiting for you. You hopped in, immediately grabbed your phones and started looking up flights to Vegas as the driver headed in the direction of your home.

When you got there you both packed as quickly as possible and changed into dry clothes that were more comfortable for a flight. You left notice with your jobs taking vacation days and on your way to the airport, you finally got your flights finalized and booked.

You had a little time to kill, and it turned out Felix couldn’t wait until you were Mrs. Lee after all. Once he pulled into the very deserted long-term parking garage, he drug you into the back seat with him. You were very glad it was an empty parking garage and that you were in a car with tinted windows.

You and Felix had your backseat quickie, then straightened yourselves up a bit and went to go start checking in. Everything went so smoothly you knew this was the right decision. Check in, the flight, finding a hotel, finding a chapel.

Everything was going so smoothly and progressing so quickly you were afraid Felix might change his mind at the altar. What if he’s not as ready as he thought he was, what if he realizes once you're standing in front of some Elvis impersonator officiating your nuptials that he was making a terrible mistake and stopped everything.

You had to force those thoughts from your head. You both were there because you both wanted to get married. You had been together since pre-k and you would be together forever as husband and wife soon. You both slept through the next day after checking into your hotel and when you woke up that evening you started with a couple of pre-nuptial drinks and then started to get ready.

You did very little makeup, just enough for a glow, you were sure to cry most of it off anyway. Your hair was wavy, half up half down with a few tendrils around your face. You had taken some baby’s breath from one of the flower arrangements in your hotel room and placed a couple in your hair.

“I’m heading down now angel; you remember where to go yea?” You giggled shaking your head.

“Yes Lixie, I don’t even have to leave the building, I’ll be there my love. You better be waiting.” He smiled, kissed his fingertips and pressed them to the door.

“I love you see you soon!”

“I love you too Felix.” A few finishing touches, some perfume, and you were ready. You started to head down to the chapel that the hotel had in house. When you walked in a nice lady in a pantsuit welcomed you and guided you just outside of where Felix and the gentleman, who would be officiating, were waiting for you.

You peeked in but could only see the older man that you were very glad to see wasn’t dressed up as Elvis or any other dead music legends. You suddenly heard Bruno Mars ‘Marry You’ and you teared up a bit and laughed knowing that was definitely Felix’s doing.

‘Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice? Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you...’ The lady opened the doors to the chapel and standing there was Felix in a crisp blue tux with a matching bow tie, a little baby’s breath tucked into his pocket. He had noticed you taking some for your hair. You couldn’t help the tears that were welling in your eyes at the sight of the man you loved more than anything standing at the altar looking at you like that.

‘Cause it’s a beautiful night, we’re looking for something dumb to do, hey baby, I think I wanna marry you...’ The moment the woman in the pantsuit moved and Felix saw you he was breathless. He called you angel and he’d be damned if you didn’t look like one standing there.

You were wearing a gorgeous dress made from polka dotted tulle. It had fitted white lining with spaghetti straps and dramatic belled sleeves made from the same tulle that covered the skirt and bodice. It came to about mid-thigh and had a small train made from the same spotted fabric and you had on white Louboutin's finishing off your wedding ensemble.

You made your way up the aisle while the rest of the song played out. When you were standing in front of Felix it felt so unreal. He was about to be your husband, your best friend, your everything. He leaned in and kissed your cheek, and you swiped the tears away from his freckled face. He grabbed your hands and held them as you both looked to the elderly man smiling down at you.

“The joining of two people in marriage is a historic tradition binding a couple together with their love and devotion to each other. The vows they make today represent this commitment to their partner and serve as the foundation of their union. As we reflect on the love these two people share for each other I wish to share a quote from the ancient Chinese philosopher Lao Tzu; “Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” Despite this quote originating over two thousand years ago, its message still resonates today as the love between Felix and y/n gives them strength and courage to face life’s challenges head on, hand in hand, for years to come.” Perfect was the only way you could describe the words the man had said. Perfect. Tears continued to streak your face.

“The rings you exchange today are the physical embodiment of the love you share. They represent the commitment made today and the devotion of yourself to your partner as a continuous, unending band. Whenever you look at your rings, remember the feelings you share on this day and let the love and devotion you have for each other continue to fill each day of your marriage. I ask the couple to repeat after me as they exchange their rings.” You and Felix turned to each other and had the biggest dumbest smiles on your face. You were both so happy. The older man turned to you and told you to repeat after him. He gave you the words and you repeated.

“Please take this ring as a token of my love for you above all others. I promise to respect and support you wholeheartedly through whatever challenges life may bring. With this ring I am yours.” The man handed you the simple gold band you and Felix had both picked, and you started to slide it on Felix’s ring finger. Then the man asked you.

“Do you y/n take Felix to be your partner? To love and cherish them as long as you live?” You teared up again and nodded.

“For as long as I live. I do.” The older gentleman turned to Felix and had him repeat his words as well and Felix did so.

“Please take this ring as a token of my love for you above ALL others. I promise to respect and support you wholeheartedly through whatever challenges life may bring. With this ring I am yours.” The man handed Felix the matching gold band of yours and Felix started to place it on your finger with the diamond ring he’d proposed with. Then the man asked him.

“Do you Felix take y/n to be your partner? To love and cherish them as long as you live?” Felix was never more sure of something in his life.

“For as long as I live and after. I do.” You both looked up at the man officiating with teary eyes.

“It is my honor to officially introduce Mr. and Mrs. Lee! You may now seal your union with your first kiss as a married couple!” Felix wasted no time cupping your face leaning in and locking his lips to yours. Sealing your love together forever. You were now officially husband and wife! You couldn’t believe it.

“Did we really just do that?!” You asked Felix while laughing hysterically.

“We sure did Mrs. Lee.” He kissed you again and you both dashed out of the chapel to enjoy the rest of your evening as husband and wife. You had dinner and drinks then went dancing.

Afterwords, you went walking around. You had a couple of nice strangers snap a photo of you kissing in front of the fountain. You thanked them as you took your phone back and when you turned around Felix was looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky. He walked over and rested his hands on your full hips, pulling you close. He kissed your lips, then your cheek, then your ear. He whispered.

“We should probably get back to the room soon because...” He playfully grazed his teeth on your neck.

“I really wanna fuck you right now Mrs. Lee.” You kissed him passionately, not caring about the other people around you.

“I won’t ever get tired of hearing you call me that.” You kissed him again and then pressed your lips to his ear.

“And I’ll never get tired of having your cock inside me, so let's go hubby.” You pecked his cheek and started pulling him up the sidewalk towards your hotel. You both rushed back to your room. You ran into the bathroom to freshen up a bit and get out of your dress while Felix took no time undressing and getting into bed. When you went to come out of the bathroom you peeked around the corner and then a leg was revealed, and Felix laughed.

When you stepped out from around the corner he instantly stopped laughing. His dick had already been hard but seeing you standing there in that white mesh lingerie with straps that softly dug into your plush body, Felix was rock hard.

“Oh angel, you shouldn’t have.” He patted the bed, and you smiled ear to ear as you went over and crawled in with your husband. You sat on Felix straddling his legs running your hands up and down his bare thighs as his cock twitched and leaked pre-cum. You gently grabbed him by the shaft bent over and licked the tip making Felix moan out in his low voice.

“Fuck please please suck on it angel.” You hummed in delight at both your husband’s words and taste.

“You want me to suck on it Lixie?” He looked down and your nodding threading his fingers through your hair guiding you towards his dick again.

“Yes baby be a good girl and suck me off.” You wrapped your lips around his cock and started to slide up and down taking him deep into your mouth. Spit collecting quickly, making it easier to take more of him.

“That’s it- fuck! My wife is so gorgeous, my wife looks so good with my cock in her mouth. Will look even better when I put it in that pretty pussy.” You moaned. The way Felix looked like an angel and spoke like the devil had your juices practically dripping from you. You started sucking Felix off with more enthusiasm and he felt his orgasm quickly approaching.

“Wait wait, we can’t waste this. Gotta cum inside you, that’s where it belongs, in that tight hole.” You rolled off of Felix and laid back on the bed as he climbed over you, his hands running down the sheer fabric of your lingerie until he got to the garters. He unsnapped the first and then the other, then slid his hand into the front of your panties and dipped two fingers inside you.

“Fuck who got you all wet baby?” You started to blush but when Felix curled his fingers into your g-spot as he slid your panties down and off, it signaled he wanted an answer.

“My husband, my husband got me wet. You Lix.” He smiled and placed wet kisses on the insides of your thighs.

“Good girl, and now I’m going to get you soaked for me.” Felix spread your lips and started gently sucking on your clit. The fingers that were inside you continued to work at your g-spot and every time he hummed it sent the same kind of electricity through your body that you had felt the other night when lightning struck near you. Felix feasted on you for what felt like forever coaxing you close to the edge but not pushing you over. Finally, you begged.

“Felix! PLEASE make me cum!” Felix wasn’t one to torture you by withholding your orgasm and he wasn’t about to start now. He sucked on your clit and hummed while he slightly pumped his fingers in and out of you and you finally came undone.

“Fe-Fel-Felix! Yesyesyes! Oh my god! Yes!” He eased you through your orgasm while your legs shook. He ran his hands up your body and grabbed a hold of the shoulder straps, pulling them down and freeing your breasts.

He sucked on one, your nipple pebbled when he nibbled on it with his front teeth, then he did the same to the other. Felix was propped over you; you were caged between his arms underneath him trying to catch your breath. He hovered over you watching you lay there like a blushing angel. Glowing post orgasm.

“God damn, I fucking love you y/n.” You opened your eyes and saw him looking down at you and you could see all the love in his eyes he was trying to express. You teared up.

“I love you too Felix.” A tear fell down your cheek and Felix swiped it away before kissing you softly while slowly sliding inside you. You moaned.

“Fuck you feel so good angel. So tight.” He started a slow pace pulling out and pushing back inside you a little harder and faster each time. After a few minutes Felix sat up, grabbed a hold of your squishy hips, and started fucking you hard.

“Yesyesyes just like that Lixie fuck yes! Harder baby fuck me harder!” God if you kept up talking like that Felix was going to cum way too soon. He fucked you harder and your breasts bounced with every hard thrust into you.

“Fuck baby you look so sexy like that, tits out bouncing for me.” Felix grabbed hand fulls of your big breasts as he fucked you hard and fast.

“Fuck close baby, I’m so close! You gonna cum with me huh? Gonna let me cum inside you?” You laid there utterly fucked out under your husband taking his cock and loving everything he was asking you.

“Yes Felix yes! Cum inside me fill me up my love!” Felix pushed your thick thighs back and pounded into you hard hitting your g-spot with precision.

“I’ll fill you up alright, gonna fill you so good, fill you with my babies.” You clenched hard.

“Oh, does that sound good to you angel? You want me to cum in you? Get you pregnant? You want to have my babies?” You clenched again as you moaned out.

“Yes, fuck Felix I want to have your babies. Give it to me Lix.” Felix moaned and the sound of his gravel-y low voice sent you hurtling into your second orgasm. The way your walls squeezed around Felix’s cock it was only two more pumps into you before he was filling you up.

“That’s it! Fucking take it all. God damn so much fucking cum!” Felix fucked his seed into you deep until he started to soften inside you. He pulled out and slumped on the bed next to you trying to calm his racing heart.

After Felix caught his breath, he ran a hot bubble bath for the both of you just like he always did when you fucked hard like that. After your bath you both fell into bed and curled up together. Felix ran his fingers through your hair as you both drifted off to sleep, your first night as husband and wife.

You and your husband Felix were having lunch at the café down the street from your apartment building. You went there all the time, so it was a special place for the two of you. It had only been a little over a month since your whirlwind marriage. Your parents hadn’t been thrilled about the how, but they were over the moon to have Felix as part of the family. Felix’s folks were about the same, just happy to have you together and in love.

The cafe was a special place and that was why you chose to do what you had to do there. You weren’t sure how Felix would react. Would he be upset? You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t realize you had been sitting there completely silent for quite a while. Finally, Felix spoke up.

“Are you okay angel? You seem... I don't know, not yourself the last few days.” You hadn’t been. Not since you had gotten the phone call. You were scared mostly, of so many things, so many outcomes.

“I’m okay Felix, I just... there’s something I need to talk to you about.” Felix’s face fell and he looked worried, his furrowed brow creating creases in his forehead.

“No baby no, it’s...Felix... I’m pregnant.” All of the tension left Felix’s body and he let out a sigh of relief with his hand over his heart.

“Oh, holy shit don’t do that to me! I thought you were going to say you wanted an annulment.” You shook your head.

“No Lixie I love you I’m so happy to be your wife. I would never. I was just scared to tell you about the baby. I know our wedding night; I mean I know we both ran our mouths quite a lot about babies, but we never really confirmed if that was a real goal for us. I didn’t know how you would react, especially with us just getting married.” Felix grabbed your hands over the table and gently squeezed.

“Angel this might not have been planned, we might have only been a couple for a year and married two months, but we’ve known each other our whole lives. This baby just confirms what I’ve always known, that we were meant to be together, to love each other, to have a family. I love you y/n.” Felix leaned over the table and kissed you. Your waitress, the same older red headed lady that always served you two walked over to take your order.

“Get a room you two.” You all laughed as you discreetly wiped your tears away. Then Felix looked at you and you knew what he was asking without a word being said, you nodded.

“We did that’s how I knocked her up!” The older woman laughed and hugged you both congratulating you on your growing family.

“Lunch is on the house today kids. What can I get ya?” You placed your orders and the red-haired lady left congratulating the two of you again. Your next words just came out. You hadn’t really planned on asking.

“Aren’t you scared at all?” Felix was taken back by your question.

“Well of course I am angel but I’m more excited than scared. Why? Are you scared love?” You nodded with tears in your eyes again and Felix got up to sit next to you. He wrapped you in his arms and you hugged onto him tightly.

“What if something bad happens to me, or worse the baby? What if I’m a terrible mother? What if...” Felix cupped your face brushing away your tears and kissed you softly.

“I know it’s easier for me to say than for you to believe but everything will be okay love. Alright? I’ll be here with you every step of the way and we’ll get through it just like we have everything else. The two... well three of us.” You sniffled and wiped the rest of your tears away.

“I believe you Felix. I love you.” Felix kissed you and placed his hand on your soft tummy.

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dailyreverie · 2 years

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Rose

A/N: Requested by @micheleamidalajedi 🌷 Thank you so much! Today I learned there are autumn roses which I BEG YOU to look at because 1) it is gorgeous, and 2) that's the kind of flower that I had in mind while writing.

Fall prompts 🍂 8. Rose

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

Word count: 864 words

[gif by @userpoe (x)]

The rain falling outside all day ushered everyone to stay inside the base. Poe understood, he really did, still, he missed your usual greeting by the tarmac; he missed you being the first thing he saw when he got back, your arms opening to welcome him back, the feeling of being with you that would let him finally be at peace again.

That day more than ever, Poe’s need to see you was more urgent than usual. He didn’t even remove his suit, only tying his sleeves around his waist as he rushed through the corridors, walking past and peeking into meeting rooms and control rooms in hopes to find you there. And he does, at last, and at the sight of you he can think straight again. Poe could stare at you forever like that, speaking softly to a droid while soldering wires to fix whatever problem it had come to you with, a manual long forgotten by your side since, as you just said to the droid on your table: “I think I know what’s wrong with you now, little guy.”

“Hey,” Poe approaches you carefully, not wanting to interrupt your work. It happens anyway at the first hint of his voice, the need you have to see him too almost as big as his.

“Poe!” You turn to look at him with a big, surprised smile, looking at his own smiling face as he walks towards you.

“Is this where you’ve been hiding all day?” He asks, taking in the sight of droid parts scattered around your floor.

“It’s been raining all day, there’s not much I could do about that.” When Poe finally gets to your side your arms reach up to hug him, pulling him to you as you kiss his cheeks with a thousand quick kisses that make Poe laugh, finishing with one last kiss on his lips that makes him sigh, letting all his worries out. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be out there.”

“It’s alright, I found you anyway, didn’t I?” And he’s glad he did. Right there, on your workshop, he found you wearing one of his sweaters to protect you from both the cold, windy rain, and from the feeling of missing him too much, with the sleeves of his sweater rolled up so you could work with the rain as a distant, relaxing sound. You look cozy and you feel like home; with you he can relax again, the mission he just got back from not even playing in his mind anymore. He kisses you, tender but short, a quick welcome before going to more urgent matters. “Do you have a minute? I got you something.” When he asks, his smiling face excites you by itself.

“You did?” You ask surprised, not expecting a gift from him, so you take a step back to be able to look at him again.

From behind his back he pulls out a small bouquet with a total of 3 flowers, tinted with a mix of orange, red and pink, full of folds and feather-like petals forming an intricate shape. “Oh, Poe,” You sigh, the beautiful flowers brightening up your eyes as they reach your hands. “These are beautiful.”

“Roses, that’s what they’re called.” He adds, not able to look away at the happiness his little gift had brought you and feeling it too himself. They are a little crooked and they lost a few of their leaves, but you look at them with such love that he doesn’t feel like he has to explain all that. “They had fields full of them, and when I asked what they were, I couldn’t help it.”

“Why? What are these for?” You look into his face to find an answer, and on it, you see the reason…

“They mean love.” Poe explains with a soft smile on his lips, one that showed exactly that: love. For you, for that life you had together, for everything that you’ve been through, and for everything to come. “They mean love and… and beauty, and passion, and strength, and all these things that sometimes can be hard to say, especially in the middle of all this mess, but when they told me that, it was like they were describing what I think when I see you.”

When Poe finds your eyes again you are looking up at him with the same love he had given to you. “I don’t even know what to say.” Words may be failing you and you feel choked up with emotion at such a simple and beautiful little gift. He closes the distant again placing a soft kiss on your lips, this time slower, with all the time in the galaxy now that he gave you his gift.

“I’m sorry they’re a bit bent, I had to keep them in the-”

“They’re perfect, Poe..” Cupping his cheek you find each other’s eyes, the delight of being together again teasing your eyes with tears.

Turning his face slightly, he kisses the palm of your hand. “I love you. So, so much.”

“I love you, too.” You kiss him again, forgetting the rain, the thunder and the cold that you had been running away from all day. You had Poe back with you now, you could worry about anything else on any other day.

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igotanidea · 2 years

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Comfort: the Sandman fanfiction

A/N : Pure fluff cause that is what I need desperately today.

Pairing: Morpheus x f!reader (finally!)

Summary: after a fight and some harsh comment towards reader, she gets doubts about herself and Dream;s feelings for her. Luckily, the Dream Lord know how to change her mind about that.

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Wrapped up in blanket, yet still cold and shaking y/n was lying down on her bed listening to the sounds of rain outside. It was almost like the weather adjusted to her mood. Y/n still has memories of a fight that happened a few hours ago.

-Look at everyone around you! Your friends have families of their own! Husbands, kids. And you? You are and always will be alone. You are a freak and no one will ever want you.

-You know shit about life. You live in your own world and look where it got you! Nowhere! You’re just a waste of space.

y/n was never the person wearing a heart on her sleeve. When someone tried to attack her personally and emotionally she would just put on a brave face, never letting anyone see her weak or wavering. Her tactic was to just shake it off, not giving the attacker any satisfaction. And it worked quite well for the time she needed. However, after some time, which might have been two hours as well as two weeks something broken inside was clawing its way to her heart. And those were the days when she would just isolate herself from everyone trying to deal with the accumulated pain. Those were the days when she was desperate for comfort and hugs but at the same time the mere thought that someone might see her like that was repulsive. She was using all of her power to keep her demons at bay, convincing herself that whatever was said to her was not true, but it was just too much to carry.

So now, with blank face, she was just staring outside the window, deep in her mind. Hoping this will all end soon. She really needed Dream, but would never go as far as calling for him. Well, the thing was that she didn’t have too. It was enough for her to blink and he was already in her flat, standing behind the table looking at her with concern.

-Hello, Dream – she sighs collecting herself – what brings you here?

-You called for me.

-That I did not.

-You thought about me and I felt it. So I came.

-Just because of a single thought?

-Yes.

-Why?

He seemed startled by her question. Taking a few steps towards, he sat on the edge of her sofa eyeing her again to the point where she felt embarrassed and looked down.

-What do you mean why? Is my presence unwelcomed?

-No! –she yelled – Of course not. It’s just….. I’m not fully myself today, like I’m a bit emotional and I know you don’t like when it happens so….

-y/n – Dreams slowly lifted her chin so she was looking at him again – tell me what happened. Emotional or not, I care about you. You are important to me, my love.

-Why?

Morpheus almost rolled his eyes.

-Do you wish to elaborate on that question?

-Why do you care? Why do you love me? I don’t understand that – at this point she couldn’t stop the tears flowing down her cheeks. – I’m nothing. Like a meaningless, worthless piece of….

-Stop it! – Dream ordered stopping her talking. His eyes also became a bit watery as he got the memory of how empty and useless he felt after imprisonment and retreating his tools. It was painful to him to see his lover in such state. – Is that really how you think about yourself?

-Sometimes. I just … I have times when I feel like I’m not good enough for anything. There are so many people who are smarter, better, more successful and more worthy of love. I…. – she stuttered sobbing not capable of stopping now that she started and let her guards down.

-My love – unlike himself Dream opened his arms invitingly and she just threw herself into them. Feeling his embrace made her sob even more but it seemed like he didn’t care, just holding her tight against him. To be honest Morpheus felt guilt growing up inside him as he felt her shaking in pain she was holding too long. – Do I make you feel unloved? – he asked quietly not letting her go.

-Of course not – she pulled away but was immediately yanked back to him.

-No. Stay. - he said embracing her once again and gently stroking her hair. – Talk to me.

-I can’t say it – she simply stated calming now, thanks to his touch and affection.

-Please. Tell me why do you feel like that. Did I do something?

-I love you so much Morpheus. But at the same time I think you can do so much better. I’m not beautiful or skinny and you are just so breathtaking that it makes me wonder that maybe I don’t fit…

At this point he did not gave her opportunity to finish as his lips found her, capturing them in the most gentle yet passionate kiss she ever had. Like he was trying to convey all the feelings he held for the girl who stole his heart and soul. His grip on her waist tightened as an indication that he was not planning on letting her go or finding someone better, whatever that meant. His strong hands holding her close and giving her comfort just the way she needed. They both could stay like that forever but eventually had to pull up for air.

-Hi – he rested his forehead on hers, still holding her close.

-Hello – she whispered back. She was not cold anymore. Being in his arms was just so right.

-Feeling better? – he smirked as she closed her eyes and put on the smallest of smiles noding – you are beautiful y/n - Dream cupped her cheek slowly caressing her face -You are witty, intelligent and strong. You are the only one to ever put me in a place, which, I hate to admit, is pretty admirable. You are observant, quick to think and I could never ever stop loving you or get bored with your personality. Whoever else try to tell you that you are less than perfect I shall condemn to eternity with nightmares, if that is your wish.

-I don’t think that would be necessary. You are enough to make me feel strong enough to face the Devil himself

-More like herself, love. And even thought I know you are capable of everything it is unwise to mention that name in a conversation – he gently rubs his nose against her breathing her in, silent warning in his voice.

-I’m sorry – she whispers leaning in and kissing him again, completely lost with the contact.

-I love you, y/n, and don’t you ever feel differently. Now, rest, I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. You don't have to act stronger than you are when you're with me.

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merakiui · 7 months

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I love sk!Jade so much its like my meds to make me stay put and all that. I LOVE to always imagine and wonder what it'd be like in this situation with sk!Jade and while im always reading it and something inconvenient happens with Darling im always quick to say "Oh hell nah" Or cuss out at Jade because WTF?!?!!?! But in reality if it were me in there i'd be cowering in fear and already dead😭😭 I'd have the tongue and wittiness that Ace has but the moment he points that blade against my throat im suddenly mute and submissive to his will. Or sometimes i would think Darling would find themself thinking "Okay so what if hes hot and has nice damn muscled arms when hes rolling his sleeves to dismember another victim- wait what am I talking about IM LITERALLY HELD CAPTIVE AS WELL. dude is literally going to kill someone and is holding me captive, now is NOT the time to ogle at his arms (if it isnt obvious enough i am SO DOWN BAD for strong leech arms even in such treacherous situations and conditions ><)"

I also like to think that sometimes for fun Sk!Jade likes to dress Darling in his clothes (Bloodied or not) and let his big collard shirt drape over them without anything under as they give him a pathetic and mortified look. That pathetic and submissive look on their face is absolutely adorable to him that he could just kiss their cheek! (And bite it off a few for a taste hehe)

Fear play is definitely his kink, but he can be so genuine and soft despite that and it has you melting in his big and firm arms (That could literally kill you with one bone crushing squeeze to the throat if he so desired; Its kinda cute if it was a puppy love Floyd though who just loves you so much but accidentally kills you because of his strength 😭poor Darling;;;)

I HAVE SO MUCH IDEAS STEMMING FROM MY BRAIN RN AHHHHHHHHH SK!JADE LITERALLY DOES A NUMBER TO ME IT HAS ME SHAKINGNNGNGNGNGN (I am so sorry for the long ramble😭🙏 Please take care! And also could I be Honey Anon??)

:D hello hello, Honey anon!!!!! Please don't apologize for the ramble. I love reading it hehe. <3 I'm happy to know sk!Jade has all of us in a vicious chokehold. He's just so frustrating. T_T and he knows he's attractive, too, so he uses it to his advantage if he wants you to lower your guard. Omg dressing you in his clothes... he's terrible!!! >:( I imagine he just loves seeing how visibly unsettled you get when he drapes his bloody apron over your shoulders.

Aaaaaa maybe if your ears aren't pierced he offers to do it for you so you can wear the earrings of one of his victims. ;;;;; or if they are pierced, he goes through the collection he has and picks a pair out for you. You can try to be confident, but then you're always reminded of how strong he looks and how brutal he can be and so you'll sit still while he dresses you up.

It's definitely a whiplash when he has his soft and sweet moments, but these aren't nearly enough to fool you. You know what he's like beneath his gentle demeanor. orz although sometimes you can't stop yourself from admiring his body, whether out of fear or appreciation. As scary as he is, at least he makes for pleasant eye candy when you need a distraction from the daily horrors of confinement.

And Jade just has fun being a menace and adding more fuel to your nightmares. <3 it would be arguably worse if he had a puppy crush on you like Floyd might because then his self-restraint would be even more tested than it already is.

#twisted chit chat #serial killer jade #honey anon

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vampiiu · 1 year

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Scars of our Youth (Bo Sinclair)

TW // CW: Talk of scars and past abuse. Implication of SH.

What to expect: Gender Neutral reader x Bo Sinclair, angsty comfort for both parties.

Bo Sinclair had a traumatic childhood. He was tied, sometimes chained to chairs and surgical tables to get him to calm down. As an adult, these scars have made him wear long sleeves. Always covering what part of his body carries the weight of years. This is why he was so understanding when you showed him your scars. He knew the feeling of being in pain. Bo understood this pain.

When he first found out he had a brother he felt the same way. His heart ached for him, hoping he wouldn't live with the same fate… and he didn't. Lester grew up as normal of a child you could be in Ambrose. Fed, watered, pet on… Bo would always be the problem child. Always the one chosen last; until he found you. It was love at first sight. You were his soulmate; he was yours. The two people destined to share the world together. He never saw it coming. Even if you didn't see him first Bo never expected that he'd come to love you. Not like he did. That's how it started…

Now, you're sitting on his couch choking back tears from your youth. The problem started a while ago, and it's recently resurfaced. At first, Bo doesn't know how to act. How can anyone, even you, hurt yourself like that? The pain is too much to bear, but Bo tries anyway. He doesn't want to be cruel, but the thought of hurting you makes something inside of him feel sick. You are his soulmate, and he knows you don't deserve to go through all that. There's only one thing he can do: show you his vulnerability. He sighs.

"Didn't want it to come down to this." His hands pick at his face. You're confused until he rolls his sleeves up, revealing the scars of his past. Some of them are burns, some of them are cuts. You look at him for permission, and when he nods, your fingers dance over his wounds. They're engraved in his skin just like yours. You bring his face to your lips and look him in the eye.

"Bo, I love you. I'm sorry you had to go through this. I understand." He says nothing, only rests his head on your shoulder. There's no certainty of whether it was supposed to calm you or himself, but it especially relaxed you both. Bo pulls away after a bit, but still holds onto your hand. Your eyes meet again. "Thank you," he says softly. "But I need you to know I won't let anything happen to you. We'll find a way to make this better." "Of course."

#i have brainrot #i'm sorry #this didn't take long to write #but i'm satisfied with it #house of wax #slasher #fandom #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair x gender neutral reader #sinclair brothers #bo sinclair x reader #random shit #angst

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thegrandlinesimp · 2 years

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This turned out to be less kink and more character study, my brain saw it as a prompt and I rolled with it. And just so you know I headcanon Kid is left handed (for reasons that would take too long to explain here).

Also, did I look up images of amputee stumps mere days post operation because I’m a slut for authenticity and Oda is a pussy in not drawing it? Yes, yes I did.

Warnings: not much really, a bit angsty, some mentions of blood but nothing terrible, vague mentions of past child abuse (Kid’s mum is a bitch)

Word count: 3.5k

The Victoria Punk rocked steadily on the dark sea, waves lapping at her sides as she creaked in response. The moon was high in the sky and stars shining above, their sparkling light reflected off the surface of the calm waters. A castle loomed over the ship, turrets crumbling with age and the water had long since smoothed the once rocky beach. Most of the ship’s crew were inside the ancient walls, save for a small few, one of which was staring out at the open waters from behind a striped mask.

Killer sighed as he leaned against the ship’s railing, staring out to the midnight shrouded sea with a heavy heart. His stomach twisted at a memory from a few nights ago, a rather heated verbal fight he’d had with his captain that - for the first time since they’d started dating - didn’t end with a rough, carnal fuck.

Though much to Killer’s unease, they hadn’t had sex in a solid four months, even though Kid had been given the ‘okay’ by Doc three weeks ago, so long as he went easy. He’d expected Kid to jump him that night at the very latest, but nothing happened. Nothing continued to happen for two and a half weeks, with Kid continuing to go bed wearing an old, long sleeved jumper he’d found in storage a few months prior. During the day the young captain would cling to the left side of his coat, as if scared it’d fall away to reveal-

There was a flash of a blade, Kid let out a roar of agony as he stumbled and fell.

His stomach twisted again and he leaned over the railing, he gripped it tight with one hand while with the other he grabbed his mask, ready to tear it off should he suddenly be sick.

Blood, gore and death had never fazed Killer, it was how he’d earned his name, just a nameless orphan on the streets often found with blood on his hands around the time a body turned up. Though it was usually scumbags, and people turned a blind eye to the marines as they were well hated on his home island. No, he’d seen limbs go flying, sent them so with his own blade. Sometimes it wasn’t him who dismembered a person in the middle of a fight, but that had never effected him.

But this was different.

This was Kid.

If Doc hadn’t been there, he would’ve…

Killer just wanted to hold him, to have him in his arms, feel that he was real. He still remembered his beloved captain, pale, still, silent in the med bay, his precious Punk in tatters as she barely made it to dry land. Kid’s fire had dulled since then, a soft ember that flickered with defiance every now and then, giving Killer a glimmer of hope.

He knew why kid was like this, when you know someone for so long you can just see the way their brain thinks. That, and having the redhead yell at him the other night “why fuck? You won’t even be able to get up what with how gross I look!” was a dead giveaway. When he used to get a new scar he’d flex his muscles, telling the tale of how he’d won the battle, coming out alive.

But that was just it, he’d barley made it this time, this time he’d lost.

He knew Kid didn’t feel worthy, old childhood wounds his mother gave him opening back up from the severe blow to his ego. Insults like ‘tattered little scumbag’ and ‘scrawny, worthless sewerage waste’ were some of the nicer things she had called him while dealing out punishment. Kid had an odd, silent pride in his looks now that he was a lot older, the new scars, not to mention the missing arm, had destroyed the self image he’d made. He’d tossed all his jewellery into the ships treasure hoard with a look of disgust on his face, punching a mirror and shattering it to piece only a couple of days later.

This couldn’t go on.

He needed his captain back.

He needed Kid back.

Killer grit his teeth and straightened, mind made up as he turned, and made his way below deck to Kid’s workshop.

He needed to let Kid know how he felt, and if talking wouldn’t do it, then the captain’s favourite pass time would have to do.

He paused, making the quick decision to stop off at his and Kid’s cabin first. Perhaps drastic times called for even more drastic measures.

***

Kid gave another glance to the schematics Doc had given him, his gaze coming to his own rough sketch of what he wanted the prosthetic to look like and finally to the metal skeletal structure in front of him. Wires hung this way and that, the technician side of his current project confusing him to no end as he gnawed on the handle of his screwdriver, teeth marks already etched deep into the old tool.

It still didn’t seem quite right.

Then again, the last two attempts seemed about the same at this stage, promptly hurled across the room in a fit of rage at his own ineptitude.

He was just about to fall into the same pattern of descent into self hatred and rage when the door to his workshop was unlocked. There’d been no scraping of the key on the other side as the wielder tried to put it in the hole, so either the old man hadn’t been drinking too much, or it was-

Killer nodded at him as he walked in, “Kid.”

Or it was the last person he wanted to see…

He bit harder on the screwdriver, sparing his first mate a glance and a grunt before trying to hyper focus on his current task.

It was a bit difficult, though, with Killer just standing there, staring at him from behind his mask.

“What?” He finally said as he whirled around to face the older man, tone far sharper than he intended it to be.

Killer, of course, didn’t seemed fazed, not even showing the little uncomfortable shift only Kid saw. He tilted his head slightly to one side and Kid’s heart plummeted, he knew that one. That wasn’t an uncomfortable shift.

It was a coy look.

“You seem tense,” the suggestive tone drove his worries home.

Kid bared his teeth in a sneer, “Whatever,” and turned back to his work table.

It wasn’t a clear no, something he knew Killer would take for certainty, but he didn’t want to push him away too harshly.

Didn’t want him to leave him.

Leave him alone, yes, but not…

Though instead of hearing the sound of footsteps walking away, there was a soft clunk of something being placed of the table. When Kid looked up, he immediately wished he hadn’t, because no matter how much he wanted to look away, he couldn’t.

Killer’s eyes had always had a glint of curiosity in them, regarding the redhead from behind long bangs, but to Kid it was a look of knowing, of seeing right through someone or something. It was a calculating gaze that studied him, tried to soak in every inch of his being, made him grab the left side of his coat and pull it closer, not wanting to see the way blonde’s face would twist in disgust when he saw the extent of the damage.

The blonde’s movement was precise when he walked forward, a hand coming to rest on Kid’s right shoulder, yet he stood behind him to the left. Kid sucked in a sharp breath through his nose, body going ridged as he grit his teeth. Oh god he wanted what Killer was offering him, needed it even. He bowed his head and hunched his shoulders, but didn’t say anything.

He didn’t want to get into another fight.

He was happy to fight with anyone.

But not Killer, never Killer.

Kid gasped as warm air ghosted against the back of his neck, lips brushing against scars that hadn’t yet properly formed. He shivered, face heating up as warmth pooled in his gut. He didn’t know if it was on instinct or out of habit, but he leaned forward and bared the back of his neck, his only hand resting on the table.

He was deeply relieved when Killer moved so he was standing on Kid’s right side.

“Kid,” voice so familiar, so understanding and soft that he wanted to pull its owner close and never let go.

“We…shouldn’t…” Kid but his lip, refraining from turning to look at his right hand man.

“Why?”

Such a simple question, and so simply answered too, but Kid hated everything about ‘why’.

He wanted to push Killer away, should push him away, “You’ll hate what you see.”

“Hate you?” a hand cupped the side of his face, forcing him to turn his head even though he desperately wanted to anyway.

Kid could never get enough of the depth of this man’s eyes, how they swum with lust and love for him.

All the more reason they shouldn’t, it’d break him if Killer couldn’t stand the sight of him. He’d rather face the entirety of the Marine fleet, with full knowledge he’d die, than see the slightest grimace on the older man’s face.

“How could I ever hate you?”

Kissing Killer was probably the most familiar thing Kid had ever done, even the first time on the other side of the world it had felt like coming home.

This time felt exactly the same.

The rub of lipstick on lipstick, the line he painted across Kid’s red stained lips, the way he tilted his head to damn near fuck Kid’s mouth with his tongue.

He loved all of it.

He’d missed all of it.

Fingers curled through scarlet locks as Killer sucked on his tongue, the warmth in his stomach quickly fanned into flames as he groaned. There was a firm tug on hair and he gasped, head jerking back, baring his neck. Lips pressed against his pulse, tongue swirling over the spot as his heartbeat quickened at the feeling.

“Kil,” Kid panted, going to lift the hand that was resting behind him on the table to tangle it in the blonde’s long hair.

Killer, however, was leaning against him too hard, the loss of his hand on the surface behind him nearly caused Kid to fall back. His hand slammed back down and he snarled, throat tightening as tears threatened to well up in his eyes.

“Fucking, stupid piece of-“

“Shh,” Killer hushed him, taking a step back and allowing Kid to stand up straight, he grabbed Kid’s now free hand and tugged, “Couch.”

God, the way his voice dropped, the air of command about him. Kid wanted to give in so badly…

Fuck it, fuck this, fuck everything!

Kid took a deep breath and held it for a moment, mind going blank as he made it up. He looked Killer right in the eyes as he pulled his hand back, the other man’s brow raising in surprise. He pulled his arm through he’s black vest, casting off his coat on the right side at the same time. The weight of the red fabric pulled at the vest and with so little holding it up on the left side it all crumpled to the ground.

Leaving Kid bare from the waist up.

His throat tightened as Killer stared at what remained of his left arm, Doc told him to keep the bandage off for as long as possible to ‘let the skin breathe’, get it get used to sensations. A bunch of bullshit of course, but he owed the man his life and Doc had never steered him wrong. He was regretting it now, though.

A bunch of tissue and stuff had been removed, allowing the skin to be sewed over the open wound, making a stump, twisted and deformed. Scars were scattered up what remained of his arm, ending over his left eye, a few too many sword swipes that had been too fast to dodge or use his powers to reflect. He felt gross, wrong, standing there in front of Killer, with his beautiful long hair, soft blue eyes. Sure, his left arm was fucked up from the fight with Red-Hair, but he still looked pretty damn-

“Perfect,” Killer whispered, breaking Kid from his barreling train of self loathing, “you’re perfect.”

His face felt hot as Killer stared down at him, blue eyes so tender as he reached down and hooked some stray hair behind Kid’s ear. Kid bit his lip, body tense, still not too sure about being on the receiving end with another man; old hangups from how his mother’s clients would tell her how ‘pretty’ her seven year old son looked, their gaze leering and making his skin crawl. The only reason he was doing this was because it was Killer. Killer would never hurt him.

And in that he found solace.

“You’re perfect,” Killer murmured, a soft smile curling in his lips.

His heart skipped a beat as he looked to the side-

“Sh-shut up,” he muttered, looking away just as he did back then, during that wild first night.

And just as he did back then, Killer chuckled, pinching Kid’s chin between his index finger and thumb and forcing his head to turn back to look at him, “But you are.”

“Bastard,” Kid mumbled.

Yet the blonde just gave him a soft smile, reaching up to pull off Kid’s welding goggles, letting his hair fall down over his ears and eyes, placing them carefully on the workbench.

“Hmm, and so handsome.”

“You’re one to talk,” Kid scoffed.

“Oh,” Killer chuckled, the sound always made Kid’s heart soar, “a compliment from the great Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid? I must be a lucky man.”

Kid huffed, smirking, the tip of his nose bumping against the blonde’s, “Just shut up and kiss me, dumbass.”

The two of them spun around, Killer now standing with his back to the work table, purple lips pressing against his red ones. Hands placed on his chest prompted him to walk back, pausing nearly every step to steady his lips against Killer’s. Kid’s breath hitched as the heel of his boot hit the couch and he allowed himself to be shoved down.

“Strip,” Killer all but growled, hands trembling as he fumbled with his belt buckle, “‘m gonna ride you.”

Kid had already been kicking off his boots before Killer had even started talking, but he began scrambling after hearing that, struggling to shove his pants down without undoing his belt. By the time he got his pants and boxers around his bare ankles, the older man was already stripped naked.

“Lube’s, uh,” fucking hell, why where his pants so hard to get off?

“Don’t need it,” Killer said, and he promptly shoved Kid to lay on his back, pulling off the redhead’s pants the rest of the way.

He groaned as warm, soft lips wrapped around his already half-hard cock, tongue rubbing down the underside as Killer took him in. Kid’s one hand darted to tangle in the mop of golden locks bouncing up and down above his length, cock throbbing every time Killer gagged or choked on him.

“Fuck,” he panted, a lopsided smirk forming on his lips, “Never seen ya so desperate to suck my dick.”

Kid mentally kicked himself for having a big mouth as Killer pulled off him, though the dark look in those blue eyes promised something far better than a mouth to fuck.

“Can’t help it,” Killer said, tone surprisingly soft for how vigorously he’d been sucking the redhead off, he got up on the couch, gracefully swing a leg over him to straddling his hips, “missed you.”

That shut him up, his cheeks and ears turning a similar shade of red to his hair.

Kid’s breath hitched as the tip of his cock nudged Killer’s lubed hole. Fucking hell, he’d gone and prepped himself for this, the idea of the blonde coming in here with the specific goal of riding him made Kid’s head spin. Killer only bottomed when he offered it to his captain, and even then it was with specific rules: he had to be facing Kid, Killer was in charge and no finishing inside. Sure, he offered now and then, but it was always a calm question, sometimes a reward or something, not bursting into his workshop and seducing him onto the couch!

It was like one of his fantasies was playing out.

“You’ve gone awfully quiet, Kid,” the way Killer drew out his name as he rocked back against his cock had him groaning.

“Fuck, c’mon, need ya to- fuck,” he slammed his head back against the cushion beneath him as the blonde slowly sank down.

“What was that?” Killer huffed, shifting to grab the back of the couch with one hand and slowly jerk himself off with the other, “Can’t hear you through your whimpering.”

“F-fuck off,” but all the bite had left his voice, too subdued by the tight heat slowly engulfing his dick.

They both groaned when Killer’s sat fully on Kid’s length, the redhead’s eyes fixated on the ceiling and his one hand holding Killer’s hip in a death grip.

The blonde sighed as he circled his hips, slowly rocking on Kid’s lap, head falling back as he continued to lazily stroke his cock, “Fuck, I missed this.”

All Kid could do was whimper, it had been too long and he hadn’t been able to properly get off for a few days, still not used to using his non dominant hand to jerk off. The tension in his lower back was maddening as he fought to not move, knowing he’d come as soon as he did.

“K-Kil,” he all but whined, hand trying to get the older man to stop moving, “f-fuck, pull off, ‘m gonna-“

“Do it,” Killer purred as he started to bounce on Kid’s lap, the light slap of skin on skin fogging Kid’s mind further with lust, “want you to come inside, wanna feel you for days.”

“Fuck! Oh fuck,” his thighs shook and he snapped his hips up, eyes rolling as he came the hardest he had in months.

Killer panted, eyes blown wide with lust as he gazed down at Kid, cock hard and red with arousal. He seemed to take a moment to centre himself, and Kid couldn’t help but worry if he’d changed his mind about wanting his captain to finish inside. But instead of making a face as he lifted himself off Kid’s still hard length, Killer’s eyes focused on the workbench. The blonde got off the couch, a drop of cum running down a trembling inner thigh as he made his way to the table.The older man rummaged through a draw, letting out a huff as he pulled out a half empty tube of lube. Kid groaned and bit his lip as Killer began to lather up his own cock.

“My turn,” he said with a dark smile.

Kid whimpered, excitement coiling in his gut.

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(Bonus)

Sweat stuck to his forehead, eyes fixed on nothing as he gazed up at the ceiling and he lightly rubbed his hand on Killer’s shoulder, heartbeat finally at a calm pace. The blonde hummed, nuzzling against his chest, body half draped over his, being careful to not put any of his weight on Kid’s injured side.

“Kid?” Killer finally broke the peaceful air with his soft, questioning tone.

Kid hummed to let the blonde know he’d heard, bringing his hand up to gently scratch the back of the man’s head.

“That sketch,” Killer nodded to his workbench, “is that gonna be your prosthetic?”

His chest swelled with pride as he smirked, “Yep, looks pretty awesome, doesn’t it.”

“…Does it…are those…cannons?”

Kid blinked, frowning, “Course, that’s why it’s awesome! Gonna be fully functional and everything.”

“There’s…four?” Killer’s said with a tone of disbelief, the corner of his mouth twitching.

“Five,” he corrected, a smug smile spreading across his face, “gonna have the hand turn into the fifth.”

Above him, Killer began to tremble, shoulders shaking as he turned his head to bury his face in the back of the couch.

“Are you…” Kid’s hairless brow shot up, “oi! Bastard! Don’t laugh!”

Killer threw back his head and cackled, never ashamed to laugh when it was just in front of his captain. Kid’s face flushed and he bit his lip, as much as he hated it when people laughed at him, he never cared if it was Killer, the sound of full blown laughter so rare from the blonde that he’d get his head stuck in the ship’s railing if it meant hearing it. Blonde locks covered his chest as Killer pressed his forehead between his pecs.

After a couple more seconds the older man calmed down, lifting his head to grin at Kid, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before saying: “God I love you, you absolute dumbass.”

Now Kid’s face was beet red, “Sh-…shut up!”

#one piece #otp #kid x killer #kid/killer #massacre soldier killer #eustass kid #kidd x reader #eustass kidd #line's self indulgent otp kinktober #my writing

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stickytrigger69 · 1 year

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hello! could i have a chubby transmasc reader laying on breakdown or starscream’s (whichever one you feel like) chassis without a shirt on, just kinda relaxing after a long day? maybe it turns spicy w/ body worship?

Breakdown x Transmasc Reader

Reader is transmasc

Reader is a chubby human 😊

NSFW

Despite reader being afab the genitals of said reader are unspecified

I chose to go with post op, hope it's to your liking

Implied poly relationship with KO and BD

Author's note: I am working on the other asks I've received. I've just had a run in with the good old writers block but they should all be done by valentine's day 😊 hope you liked this one.

P.S. I'm sorry this one was kinda short *scratches the back of my head bashfully*

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Today had been awfully stressful and way too long. It was like it was dragged out, the sun taunting you as it remained in one place all day. It had barely begun to set while Breakdown drove you out to be picked up by a groundbridge. So tired. You can't wait to finally just relax and get out of the stupid uniform you're wearing.

You're just glad that you don't have to wear a binder anymore. It always added to the stress, overwhelming you more than you needed it to. The heat paired with the long hours and sometimes horrible customers had really been dragging you down. Having Breakdown and Knockouts support was what kept you going though. There was one thing you did miss about it though, the feeling of their cool digits smoothing out and massaging your sore chest after wearing your binder for hours on end.

It always made you smile when you remembered their reactions when you told them you wanted top surgery.

----- Flashback -----

"Well, I do prefer a partner with a larger chassis but, if you insist." Knockout said, placing a servo on his own chassis and the other on Breakdowns. Said mech looking at his smaller partners servo.

"Yeah," He looks up from the servo to focus on you, "are you sure you really want to? From what I understand, fleshies such as yourself don't exactly take too nicely to such cosmetics."

"Well first of all, yes I want to, second of all, it's not 'cosmetic'. It's so I can feel better. You guys know how I feel about it. Its what i really really want, im sick of this stupid thing." You hold up your binder. "And this," you motion to your breasts, "this is nothing but a hindrance and i would feel so much better if i could get them out of the way." The two mechs looked at eachother, talking through their spark bond.

----- End Flashback -----

"Sweetspark?" Breakdowns voice is clear in your ears.

"Hmm?" You look up at his red faceplate.

He smiles at you, "my poor little fleshie. What's got you distracted? Are your scars aching again?" His helm tilts to the side, concern in his optics. They are still kind of new but the aching doesn't really happen as often anymore.

"Hm, oh, no. I'm okay, just a little tired, i just want to lay in bed for the next 12 hours." You give him a small smile of your own and returns it with a chuckle. He picks you up off the table you use as a small lounge space and starts walking to the large berth. He sits and stands you on his lap and starts tugging at your shirt.

"Take it off." He says. You obey and undo the buttons and pull the ends out from inside your slacks. You roll down the sleeves and begin to pull the shirt off. Breakdown loses his patience and pinches the back of the shirt with his index digit and thumb and pulls it off for you. Your arms are gently pulled back with the shirt and he tosses it somewhere on the floor.

Once your chest is bare he takes the time to pull off your shoes then lays down. He holds you above him for a moment just looking at you then lowers you down to his chassis. It's warm and vibrates gently with the idle thrum of his engine. You sigh deeply, finally relaxed and comfy. A large servo gently caresses your back, tickling you slightly.

You close your eyes for a little while, listening to his engine and feeling the metal of his hand on your skin. For a man made of metal, he's rather warm. His touch is soft and gentle too, and for a while he lightly rubs your back. He starts heating up even more and picks you up again and lays you down, only now you are staring up at the ceiling.

"Y'know, I don't much like fleshies," his voice is soft and low, "you are something special." The praise causes your cheeks to warm up. "And you caught Knockouts optics? That's no easy feat, and a damn near impossible one for a fleshie. When he said he liked you I knew it was because you were different." He lets out another little chuckle. "I mean, look at you, your perfect little frame, your round face. You're so soft too. Not to mention how gorgeous you are sweetspark." He continues to heat up and his cooling fans whir to life. You start to heat up too, your face getting hotter the more he talks.

He clearly knows what he's doing. The touches, the compliments, his sultry voice. It lights a fire in you and makes your stomach flip and heart beat faster. His servo on your side begins to caress lower and lower, finding purchase on your hip.

"I love how soft you are, your extra flesh gives pleasure like nothing I've ever known." He pinches you a couple of times before he's lifting you up again. Sitting you up so you could face him. Your legs wrap around him as best as they can, the light vibrations from his chassis a small sensation that you can barely register. He oggles your bare chest, analyzing the soft, plump flesh.

A servo on either thigh as he smiles at you knowingly. Thumbs rubbing circles on them, getting awfuly close to the sensitive area between your thick thighs. His stare is intense and you feel like hiding yourself, like covering yourself up. He catches on to the small change in your demeanor and sits up while holding you in place.

"You are the most attractive fleshie I've ever laid my optics on." One of his large thumbs finds its place rubbing on your clothed sex. "So soft and plump; perfect." Your hand holds onto his larger one that's rubbing your chest. Your eyes close tight as he adds pressure, legs opening wider. He lays you down, your head close to the edge of the berth, and starts pulling at your pants. You hastily undo your belt and pant button but before you can pull down the fly he's already slipping them off your thick thighs.

He leans down and starts trailing kisses down your face to your stomach.

"Breakdown." Your voice is breathy. His thumb is still rubbing on your sex. He lets his tongue roll over your nipple causing you to let out a moan. He continues like this for a while until finally he's relieving you of your boxers and packer as he spreads your fluids around. His tongue switching from one nipple to the other.

It's not long until he pulls an orgasm from you, your body shakes and you release a loud moan.

"Oh, Breakdown!" You cry.

"I'm not done with you yet fleshie." He smirks as his panel slides away. His large spike on display. And though you couldn't take it, it made you excited. You stare at it, thoughts running wild. He lets out a deep chuckle and starts to stroke himself.

"Touch yourself for me sweetspark." He commands and you obey with a whimper. "You're absolutely gorgeous, a real 'pretty boy' as they call 'em, right? Yeah, that's you isn't it?" He strokes himself faster as he stares at you. Watching your little hands as you work yourself up once more.

"Mmm, Breakdown." You moan his name. His free servo reaches down to trace your scars and rub at your nipples.

"What is it my sweetspark?" He grunts as his digits squeeze the base of his spike.

"Ngh, I love you." You croak.

"Mm I love you too sweetspark, so much." He groans. "Mmm, I'm going to paint you in my transfluid. Would you like that sweetspark? For me to paint your gorgeous frame?"

"Y-yes." You moan out. Hands working faster as you get close to your orgasm. He chuckles and leans down to kiss your round face. His free servo pinches one of your thick thighs.

"Say it," He says with a groan, "say that you're perfect. Tell me that you know you are a living God, that you are like Primus himself." His orange optics look deep into your eyes.

"I-I'm;" you pause, it's hard to breathe.

"C'mon sweetspark," He grunts again, servo stroking his spike as fast as he can, chasing his overload just as fervently as you are yours, "I know you can do it."

"I'm, fuck," you swallow thickly, "I'm a-oh! A God!" You cry out, your climax is so close. The air is thick and laced with static. Your back arches up from the berth as the large blue mech above you thrusts his spike into his hand.

"Ngh, yes! You're my perfect little God. Your perfect frame, your gorgeous face." His optics close and his spike twitches as his overload crashes into him. Transfluid hitting the berth just above your head. Large drops landing on your chest.

"Oh, Breakdown!" You cry out as your body spasms. Legs shaking and back arching. White flashes over your eyes as your orgasm hits you hard. His stroking slows and then comes to a stop as he vents shallowly.

"I love you sweetspark. My little fleshie." He smiles lovingly as he smears his transfluid over your stomach. "So handsome and perfect, I love when your little face changes colors. Red really suits you little one." The same thumb that was on your stomach now caressing your cheek, smearing the fluid there. Your hair is stuck to your forehead.

"I love you too Breakdown." You return the smile and close your eyes, trying to catch your breath. The loud whir of his cooling fans and deep thrum of his engines fills your ears. Your heart is still pounding.

"Awww, did I miss all the fun already?" Your eyes snap open and your head whips to the source of the voice. Knockout stands against the wall, his arms crossed over his chassis. "I had a feeling I should have stayed here and waited for you two. You just took so long and I got restless." His servos wave around and he starts walking toward the berth.

"Well, I'm not sure if our soft one here has it in them, but I'm ready to go another round." Breakdown smirks at you then looks up to the cherry red mech standing right next to him. Knockout returns the smirk looking into Breakdowns optics. They both stare at eachother for a little while and then focus their attention on you. You let out a weak groan knowing that even if you weren't strong enough to handle it, you had a long night ahead of you.

#transformers #maccadam #tfp #tf #transformers prime #tfp breakdown #tfp knockout #transmasc reader #reader insert #valveplug #macaddam #macadam #human reader #valve plug

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lost-between-letters · 2 years

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If you’re still doing the event, thank you! I admit I had to reread this a few time and search for what you’ve done so far with it to fully get it but that’s me. 😈 looks like fun. Hope you enjoy writing it.

🥀

Fandom: Supernatural

Gender Pref: Both? Lol! Poly would be good but understand if you’re not comfortable with that. Just an idea. I’m flexible since you’re the writer. I just enjoy you’re writing.

Fave Song: (I have a few but these are the first that come to mind.) Body Say by Demi Lovato, Easy Silence by The (Dixie) Chicks, and The Anonymous Ones from the Evan Hansen movie soundtrack.

About me: gender fluid (born female but tends to alternate between identifying as female and/or female; it works for me), pansexual, practicing eclectic witch, second generation (Jewish) American raised in the Deep South by non-southern parents (yes, I’ve actually had a burning cross in my front yard as a child and we toasted marshmallows to it), not actively religious, tends to be very cluttered but great at organizing others lives and at work, customer service type jobs most of life so good with people (most personalities otherwise motto of kill them with kindness has been my thing), adhd, depression, anxiety — a fun mix at times. Lol!

Physically- 5’3”, short auburn hair, glasses, hazel eyes, and adult sunburned white skin covered in freckles, and on the chubby side (been slowly working to tone up some).

Personality- (been told a lot of these most of my life) weird, open minded, easily accepting of others, extroverted, (very adhd but meds help sometimes), outgoing, love to laugh and just enjoy being around people (kind of feed of the energy as odd as it sounds), very comfortable with just about any discussion topic from religion (avoids politics unless social justice-related) to the weird and strange (it’s supernatural fandom so…) to sex, don’t mind admitting when I don’t know something but will work to learn about it, life long learning so I read a lot and love watching documentaries at bedtime to relax and go to sleep too, roll with the punches/resilient person who is rather just vulnerable all the time (I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve per se but I am comfortable showing the world who I am as a person).

That’s all I can think of that could be useful for writing. If you have any questions, message me. 😊

I ship you with Dean and Sam Winchester!

You would have met them on a hunt. More specifically your hunt - you're a practicing witch and it was bound to happen that you'd get connected to some killings. Only problem was, they weren't your fault.

Dean was about ready to shoot and run but thankfully Sam saw that things weren't adding up and pushed his brother out of the way last second. And promptly got you involved in the job as token for your trustworthiness. Dean's idea, obviously.

But the hunt worked out and amazingly enough you guys don't lose contact. Quite the opposite actually.

It was Dean who first asked you to grab a few drinks, he was easy going like that. The date went great and soon you're staying at the bunker more than at your actual home - Dean likes to throw complains your way about it but you know that he loves your presence.

With Sam it took a little longer. You're dating Dean exclusively when you catch feelings for him - and he for you. But you don't act on them, merely spend time together as friends, comparing notes or catching each other late at night with a respective book in hand.

Dean isn't dense. He sees the feelings developing between you two. And amazingly enough, he realises that he doesn't have a problem with any of them. Sam is his brother and while there are certainly boundaries that should never be crossed, not even by the two of them, Dean would do pretty much anything to see his kid brother smile. That includes dating the same person at the same time.

It takes a while for you three to get comfortable together, to arrange the new relationship into the existing ones but you manage. The brothers have shared enough beds in their life to have no problem with buying a king sized one for the three of you to sleep in whenever you feel like it.

Sam and you oftentimes run into each other at night still, sharing the quiet hours of the day without much words while the day is usually spent puttering around the bunker with Dean. Or on hunts with the both of them. You're pretty good with witnesses and charming the people to give you information in places where Dean's temper doesn't hold long enough.

You guys don't make a big deal of your relationship but soon the whole of America's hunters know that they shouldn't mess with Dean Winchester's witch either. Though whisper on the streets has that you're seen more with the younger Winchester. But that is no one's business but yours.

#sam winchester x reader x dean winchester #shipping people!#this-is-me19 #300 follower celebration

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henrysfedora · 2 years

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Self indulgent putting some of my favourite headcanons into one post with more detail.

Elaborating on the road trip moment, but what if it was the day all the stupid wholesome shit happened as well. During the summer of '51, a moment when the main cast is happy just for one goddamn day oml:

As soon as they find out Eddie isn't busy, first they go bowling. Vito and Joe steal the show completely, never shed a single drop of sweat, out of nervousness at least, Henry tries his hardest but his ball ends up in the gutters each and every time, and Eddie is just absolutely awful, drunk from morning drinking, cannot throw the ball without throwing himself too. After countless rematches at Henry's request they finally leave to go and get changed because summer is honestly down right awful sometimes. Agreeing with the headcanon that Henry would wear sweaters, even in summer lmao, some black slacks. Eddie in a yellow or honestly a lavender knitted sweater vest, white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, beige slacks and Vito and Joe would wear the casual clothes they always wear. Except ever since I played chapter eleven I've always had a headcanon that Vito loves to wear Joe's clothes and he's totally wearing one of Joe's tropical shirts on this day, baggy and too big for him, undone because of the intense summer gaze. And look me in the damn eyes - you're telling me Vito wouldn't show off his tiddies.

One of my first headcanons was Henry owning a deluxe convertible Chevrolet because that's just Henry to a T imo. So next they all go out for a ride. You know those days where the sky is clear and completely blue without a cloud in sight, almost being multiple shades of blue because you can see so much of it, the air almost seems fuzzy because it's so damn hot, but the slight cool breeze just barely makes it bearable. Driving around the countryside out at those winding roads surrounded by dry grass fields and paddocks with wire fences, clearly their posts old and aged. Joe and Eddie in the back of the convertible getting more drunk by the minute, singing Dino (definitely in sync), Vito and Henry in the front. Another one of my first headcanons was Vito would totally risk his life to lean up in the passenger seat, so his torso is over the windshield and he gets to feel the thrill of the wind. But in doing so he gets hit in the face by a bee, ass and stinger first. So Henry has to stop the fucking car and Joe cups his face, calling him an idiot and a goofball <3 as Vito's eye get increasingly blacker and more swollen. They're listening to bo diddley most certainly, let the good times roll, long tall sally, got my mojo working, return to me. It's a moment where Henry smiles, where Vito isn't worrying about anything, Joe isn't stressed with work, Eddie faces no unfortunate news from any soldatos- or Carlo for that matter. (Bonus; no one can convince me otherwise that Vito wouldn't sit on the hood of the Chevy and pose for a picture.)

By the evening when the sun's setting, before parting Vito managed to convince everyone to play a few rounds of baseball with him. Eddie is sobering up and starting to properly take in the happy moments with his friends, this time without blacking out and forgetting half of it. Vito and Joe yet again are champions, Eddie might be okay- idk lightweight boxing = good swinging skills I guess imo lmao. Henry, would chicken out last second and flinch and/or lean/look away and completely miss. But by now, when the sun no longer shines on the city, just barely behind the horizon, they end up going to Joe's for one last glass of the day.

Before it properly gets dark, Vito and Henry could go out for one last drive of the night, the sun is down but the sky is still orange - peach - pink and purple. But Vito's cold, so Henry gives him his sweater but it's also just a little big for Vito and because I'm down bad and a sucker for baggy clothing, it barely stays on both his shoulders. They could even go to a diner to get some dinner, the sky grey by now with only a little smidgen of orange across the horizon, the road mostly being coloured by neon light now and the slow turning on of the street lights.

Honestly while I'm here with the serotonin, I whole heartedly headcanon Henry to have a few freckles on his shoulders. And in game, I always notice during chapter eleven when Henry talks to Eddie I swear you can see freckles under his eyes, especially his right one. To me it always sounds cute when you say they're around their eyes too, like Henry with some freckles on his eyelids. And just to kill my fellow Henry x Vito enjoyers: Vito kissing Henry on his eyelids and nose <3.

#down bad <3 #henry tomasino #vito scaletta #joe barbaro #eddie scarpa #theyre just so damn adorable #I made a playlist called vito and joe chilling in henrys chevy and I need to revisit it #eddie and joe are fine theyre probably blacked out by the time henry and vito left

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summertimelyn · 1 month

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Skull’s Gem ch 5: Sneaky Sapphire

**ONE MONTH POST MOVE**

It’s been a month since we moved inta the Hano Grand Resort hotel and it’s been kinda nice ta be pampered. Sapphire visits often and we get out as much as we can. Like tonight. We’re eatin’ at some fancy pants steakhouse and I’m a little nervous.

Guzma: Sapph, I ain’t too sure about this. Ya know I ain’t a fancy type of guy.

Sapphire: Lucky for you, you don’t have to be fancy. I’ve got an outfit for you that’s the perfect mix of casual and fancy. It’s on your bed.

She kisses my cheek then heads inta the bathroom ta shower and change while I change my own clothes. Sapphire had picked out a white tank top, black jeans and a white long sleeve button down fer me. I decide ta roll the sleeves of the button down up ta my elbows ta keep my Team Skull tats showin’ and get my socks and shoes on. Then, I put on my watch and use gel and a thin headband ta push my hair back.

Sapphire: Wow. Who are you and what have you done to my boyfriend.

I laugh as I turn to Sapphire, pausing and smiling as I take in her beauty. She’s wearing a black floor-length dress with strappy silver heels. Her hair was in an elegant bun and she was wearing sapphire stud earrings, her ‘G’ choker, and a heart shaped sapphire pendant.

Guzma: Well, well, well. Thought I was goin’ out with my girlfriend, not an angel sent from Heaven.

Sapphire giggled as she walked over and held my hand. I brought her hand up ta my lips and kiss her knuckles.

Guzma: Ya look real pretty, Sapphire.

Sapphire: So do you. Didn’t know you could clean up this well, boss.

I chuckled and kissed her forehead.

Guzma: Alright, let’s go ta dinner so I can make every man in the restaurant jealous.

Sapphire: *giggle* I think I’ll be making the women jealous.

Guzma: Nah. I’m still a loser compared ta my pretty jewel.

She laughs and I just smile as I pull her close, put my hand on her waist, and walk ta the restaurant with her. I did feel a little uncomfortable with the stares we got but I hid it with a confident smirk and kissed Sapphire’s head, subtly showing that she’s mine and I’m hers. When we got ta the restaurant, Sapphire gave her name for the reservation and we were shown ta our table. I pulled her chair out, waited fer her ta sit, then I push her chair in and sit across from her as the host set down our menus and walked away.

Guzma: Oh, I didn’t tell ya. We got a new member.

Sapphire: Really?

Guzma: Yeah. One of Miss Lusamine’s kids. Name’s Gladion.

Sapphire: How’s that working out?

Guzma: Good. He’s strong, but….

Sapphire: But?

Guzma: Whenever we head back ta Aether Paradise, he disappears for long periods of time.

Sapphire: Hmm. How old is he?

Guzma: Sixteen. Why?

Sapphire: He could be sneaking off to see a girl.

Guzma: What makes ya think that?

Sapphire: Call it women’s intuition. Teenagers have a tendency to do things like that. You did.

Guzma: Ayo, that was different and ya know it.

Sapphire: Are you really going to sit there and tell me that if your situation was different, you wouldn’t have snuck out to me anyway?

She smirked as I felt my face heat up. I looked away from her and put my head in my hand.

Guzma: Yeah, okay, ya got a point.

She giggles as our server came over and asked for our drink order. We gave it and she gasped when she realized who Sapphire was. She asked fer Sapphire’s autograph and Sapphire was happy ta grant her request. Our server bounced happily as she pulled out a small notebook and handed it ta Sapphire, who signed it. Our server thanked Sapphire then returned to the kitchen as I smirked.

Guzma: Ya really are famous.

Sapphire: *giggle* Sorry about that. That happens a lot. Don’t get me wrong, I love meeting fans, but sometimes it can be a bit overwhelming.

Guzma: Ya don’t have a security team?

Sapphire: No. I usually just use Incineroar and Machamp. I don’t want to be stifled by a team of people who take their jobs too seriously.

I can understand that, but I don’t want her ta be alone.

Sapphire: Besides, I have a bodyguard now.

Guzma: Oh, yeah? Who?

Sapphire: Team Skull’s big bad boss with his pretty storm grey eyes.

She winked at me, causing me to blush and cover my face with my hand.

Guzma: Ya can’t say shit like that, babe.

Sapphire: Aw, is the big bad boss getting all shy?

I stare her down and smirk at her, softly chucklin’ when her cheeks turn red.

Guzma: Teasin’ yer man will get ya punished, shortcake.

She took a shaky breath before smirkin’ back at me.

Sapphire: I’m looking forward to it.

Fuckin’ minx. She’s gonna put me through the ringer during this date. Our server soon came back with our drinks then took our food orders and returned ta the kitchen again.

Sapphire: I have some news myself.

Guzma: Yeah?

Sapphire: I’m going to be an auntie.

Guzma: No shit? Damn. Way ta go, prof.

Sapphire: He and Talia are really excited. I am too, if I’m being honest. Their baby is going to be adorable.

I felt a weight fall on me. What am I goin’ ta do if Sapphire wants kids. There’s no way I can be a father. Hold up, Guzma. Breathe. We just started datin’. We’ll be fine.

Sapphire: Guzma?

Guzma: Huh?

Sapphire: You okay?

Guzma: Yeah. Totally.

Sapphire: Really? Cause you just turned as white as the tablecloth.

Damn her eye fer detail. Guess that’s what makes her such an amazin’ fashion designer.

Guzma: I’m fine, Sapph. Promise. Let’s just enjoy our date.

*NO POV*

Sapphire dropped the subject and their server finally arrived with their food. They ate, shared a dessert, paid and went back to the hotel.

**TWO MONTHS POST MOVE**

*GUZMA POV*

We’ve been livin’ in the Hano Grand Resort fer two months now. Sapphire and I have barely seen each other between her workin’ on fashion stuff and me workin’ fer Miss Lusamine. The team and I just arrived at Aether Paradise when we were called ta the landin’ pad. We headed up there ta be met with a pallet of boxes.

?: Hey, boss man!

I run behind the pallet ta see Sapphire on her Salamence’s back.

Sapphire: Gonna come help your girl down?

I smirk and go ta her. I put my hands on her waist and help her down from Salamence, pullin’ her inta my arms and kissin’ her hard. We pull away fer breath and I press my forehead ta hers.

Guzma: Fuck, I missed ya.

Sapphire: Missed you too.

Guzma: This your donation fer the boss lady?

Sapphire: Yep.

Guzma: Alright, grunts! Start unloadin’!

I grabbed Sapphire’s hand and smirked at her before runnin’ inta the buildin’ with her and leadin’ her ta the docks.

Sapphire: Woah. Lusamine gave you guys your own boat?

Guzma: Yep and the rooms are really nice. Wanna see?

I smirk and wiggle my eyebrows at her, making her giggle.

Sapphire: You are on the clock, Guzma.

Guzma: And?

She giggled again as we got on the boat and head below deck, but stop when we hear voices in Gladion’s room.

Girl: Gladion, we have to stop doing this.

Gladion: Why?

Girl: Your mother would never approve of me.

Gladion: Why wouldn’t she? You’re the daughter of two famous Pokemon professionals and the great-granddaughter of the Sinnoh region’s renowned Pokemon Professor.

Sapphire gasped softly as we looked at each other.

Sapphire: *whisper* I know exactly who that is. Her parents are my best clients from the Sinnoh region.

Gladion: Even if Mother doesn’t approve, I wouldn’t care. I love you, Aurora.

We quickly get inta my room when we hear the kids start leavin’ Gladion’s room.

Aurora: I love you too, but I don’t want to lose my job. Let’s just…keep it between us for now.

Gladion: Okay.

They went above deck as Sapphire and I sighed in relief. Then, she gently smacked my arm and smirked.

Sapphire: Told you it was a girl.

Guzma: Yeah, yeah. Lovin’ someone surrounded by fame, huh? I know what that’s like.

I looked down at her as she looked up at me and smiled. I really will never understand how I got so lucky ta have Sapphire in my life, but I have her so why should I be stupid and question it? I smirked as I picked Sapphire up, loving the sound of her little squeak and giggles as I carry her ta the bed and proceed ta show her exactly how much I missed her.

**THREE MONTHS POST MOVE**

*SAPPHIRE POV*

Plumeria: Everythin’ is lookin’ great, Sapph. Guzma’s goin’ ta love it.

Sapphire: Thanks, Plumes. I’m kind of surprised he hasn’t started asking questions yet.

Plumeria: Honestly, same, but Miss Lusamine’s been keepin’ him busy.

Sapphire: That’s fair. Hopefully she isn’t working him too hard.

Plumeria: Don’t worry yer pretty little head. He’ll always have enough energy ta be yer big bad boss.

I giggle as I look over my project. We’re almost done. With the crew I’ve hired, my vision will be achieved.

**FOUR MONTHS POST MOVE**

*GUZMA POV*

Guzma: Okay, Sapph, not that I’m not happy ta be back ta Po Town but ya’ve got this look on yer face that’s makin’ me think yer up ta no good.

Sapphire giggles and nods at her Incineroar and Machamp, who open the gates ta reveal a much different Po Town than the one we left.

Sapphire: Ta-da! Welcome to the new and improved Po Town! The buildings were too damaged to keep so we just tore them all down and rebuilt. Instead of multiple houses, we rebuilt the mansion and built an apartment building complete with in unit washer and dryers. The rest of the buildings, outside of the Pokemon Center, are different recreational facilities. Pool and sauna, gym, indoor skatepark, even a greenhouse to grow herbs and vegetables, maybe even some flowers.

*SAPPHIRE POV*

Team Skull and I stop walking when we reach the mansion and I turn to face them.

Sapphire: So, what do you guys think?

M. Grunt: This is legit!

F. Grunt: Amazin’!

I giggle as the grunts scatter to check out the buildings and I grab Guzma’s hand.

Sapphire: Come on. I have something I want to show you.

I lead him into the mansion and up to his room. He looked around as he walked through the room.

Sapphire: The bed is custom made to accommodate your height and broad frame. The sheets are really comfortable and soft on your skin. There’s a bathroom too.

I lead him into the connected bathroom, which he stares into.

Sapphire: The bathtub is also custom made for you and has jets. The shower has a rainfall shower head and built in shelves. There’s even a towel warmer.

Guzma: S-Sapph….I…..I don’t….

I giggle and hold his hands.

Sapphire: I’m sorry I didn’t ask first but I wanted to surprise you. You and the team deserved better living conditions than that. Leaking ceilings and broken windows would have led to bad results. I had the means to help so I did.

Guzma: I….I don’t….

I put a finger to his lips and smirk.

Sapphire: Hold that thought. I have another surprise to show you in the bedroom.

I lead him back to the bedroom and into the walk in closet, which was half full of women’s clothing and shoes.

Guzma: Uh, Sapph…these are nice but I don’t think they’ll fit me.

Sapphire: *giggle* Of course not, silly. If you’re going to ruin my clothes, I’d prefer you rip them off of me.

Guzma’s eyes widened as he held my hands.

Guzma: Y-Yer movin’ in?

Sapphire: Of course I am. You and I both know you sleep better when I’m there. Besides, you did say that I deserved better than the old mansion.

*GUZMA POV*

This woman. I pull her inta my arms, hold her tight and kiss her hard. When we pulled apart, we were both gasping fer air and she was blushing.

Guzma: Woman, yer my angel, my jewel, my Sapphire. Fuck, I love ya so much.

Sapphire: I love you too.

Guzma: Ya kept the throne?

Sapphire: Uh-huh. Thought it would be a nice addition. Oh! I almost forgot. There’s one more thing I want to show you.

She grabs my hand and leads me back outside. We stop in front of the mansion and she points up to the top floor. I look up and see a large, spray painted sapphire that had the Team Skull logo in the middle of it.

Sapphire: Like it?

Guzma: Ya really want ta be associated with us like that?

Sapphire: Absolutely. I love you and the team is becoming my family too. I’m proud to be associated with you guys.

I smirk and kiss her again before we head back inside. Before we enter the bedroom, I spot a door I missed earlier. It also had a sapphire logo on it.

Guzma: What’s this room?

Sapphire: My work room. If I’m moving in, I might as well move my business in too.

Guzma: Damn. Yer serious about this.

Sapphire: Very. We spent so many years apart. It’s time for us to start a life together and make up for all that lost time.

Fuck, I love this woman.

Guzma: Yer right. Let’s start by makin’ up for all the time we’ve lost the past four months.

I lift her inta a princess hold, makin’ her squeak and giggle as I carry her inta my room. No. Our room.

TO BE CONTINUED…

#lyn writes #pokémon ultra sun and ultra moon #guzma x oc #skulls gem

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violettelueur · 3 years

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GOJO SATORU || FOR A LIFETIME

| featuring : gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors other than that n/a

| form : imagine

| word count : 1733

| published : 19 november

| request : Gojo Satoru x wife! Reader. They're just cuddling and being all lovey dovey until his students burst in, and are immediately asking questions cuz they didn't know he was married. He just says they've been married for three years and met at the Academy, and she's just smiling as they start asking her questions and how he managed to search up a pretty girl like her

| barista’s notes : i really loved writing this imagine for some reason ʕ·ᴥ·　ʔ like i just had so much fun thinking all the events that could happen with the trio but i kinda feel like i didn’t paste my imagination well into words ʕ ﾟ ● ﾟʔ other than that, i hope you love your cup of classic black coffee and i hope you come again and order soon once we’re back open ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

Stretching your arms upwards, you could clearly hear the few cracks that your back had released telling you that you had been sitting in the same position for too much time causing you to groan from the satisfaction that your back felt lighter than it did a few seconds ago.

Looking at the clock that was hanging to your right side, you had come to the realisation that you had been working on your reports for a full three hours, leading you to take a deep breath as you were glad that you had managed to finish everything before the sun was going to set. Quickly standing up, you collected all the papers you needed and started to make your way out of your office and let your feet guide you to wherever they wanted to take you.

From what you could recall from this morning, no one had a mission assigned to them today unless it was an emergency to which that was unavoidable - sometimes you can’t even escape them yourself. However, compared to the other Jujutsu sorcerers that were in Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, you weren’t a teacher but rather the school principal’s right-hand person as you were a student of his back from when he was a teacher himself.

You continued to walk around aimlessly around the corridors until you stopped to see a sliding door in your way. Tilting your head to the side, you wondered why your feet decided to drag you here while you were daydreaming, causing you to grab one end and quietly slide the door open to see if there was anyone that was in the room right now.

To not much of your surprise, you ‘unexpectantly’ found a very tall man relaxing on a chair acting like he didn’t have any students to teach at this current moment in time. After sliding the door behind you, you walked up to the sleeping man before taking a seat on the remaining space of the chair and decided to rest your head on the palm of your hand that was relaxing on your knee. To think that you were married to his man, made you wonder what was going on in your mind when you said ‘yes’ to his proposal.

“Am I that handsome to you honey?” the man suddenly asked in a teasing tone, as he used his thumb to lift up part of his blindfold to reveal one of his bright sapphire eyes staring at you back, “you’ve been admiring me for quite some time”.

“Nah, I was wondering how drunk I was when I said ‘yes’ to marrying you,” you answered with a playful smile before you suddenly started laughing when your husband gave you an offended expression on his face. “Honey, I’m hurt by that comment,” Gojo stated causing you to reply with, “well you have to live with that for the rest of your life,” leaving him no choice but to give up this little game of banter - since the day both of you became friends, Gojo knew that you were one of the rare people that he wanted to remain by his side as he did with Geto, but that didn’t half of his dream didn’t come to last, yet you were here with him by his side. For a lifetime.

Slowly, he leaned forward to gently grab your sleeve before tugging it, somewhat telling you that he wanted you to move closer to him. Looking at his hand that was holding your sleeve, you scooted closer to him to the point where you were on his lap with your legs hanging out from the side and the side of your head was resting on his chest with your reports in hand.

“What’s that? Shouldn’t you be concentrating on me?” Gojo asked as he looked at the papers in your hand. “These are reports babe, something that you never do,” you answered, before rolling up and sheets and using it to hit the top of his head. However, before Gojo could even playfully comment back at you, the door was slammed open causing you to slightly jump at the sudden interruption leading you to look up, only to see three students with the most confused expression on their faces.

“So I assume you didn’t tell them that you were married,” you quietly asked your husband to which he used your head to rest his head on top and in a high tone muttered, “I forgot wifey~”

“Gojo-sensei!” a boy with pinkish hair yelled out - to which you assumed to be Itadori Yuji - leading to the only female student - to which you quickly figured out that she was Kugisaki Nobara - within the trio to then say, “who is the pretty lady?”. While Fushiguro stood there with the surprised expression still plastered on his face.

“I assume you forgot to tell Megumi as well,” you then giggled out, to which then Gojo laughed with you, as he remembered that after all the years he took care of his precious student, not once he had mentioned you to him.

“This pretty lady here is my little wife, Gojo Y/N,” said to the confused trio, fully and finally introducing you to his first-year students.

“YOU’RE MARRIED?!”

“It’s nice to meet you all, Itadori, Kugisaki and Fushiguro, am I right?” you greeted them with a smile, as the three of them quickly grabbed a random chair out of nowhere and sat down in front of you as if you were about to get interrogated - to which you technically were.

“How does she know who we are?” Kugisaki asked as she was confused about how you knew all their names.

“Your useless teacher here talks about you guys from time to time, so I sort of already know you guys without you knowing.” you answered her as you used your thumb to point at your husband, leading Kugisaki to ask, “can we call you Gojo-sensei as well then?”

“Wouldn’t that confuse us as well as them?” Itadori then asked, to which Kugisaki looked at him to shout at him, only to realise what he was trying to interpret to her.

“You can call me by my first name not to get confused, I’m alright with it,” you mentioned to her, leaving the students to nod at you.

“Gojo-sensei, how long have you’ve married for?” Fushiguro asked, still wondering why he didn’t know this piece of information about his teacher, let alone that he was with someone.

“Three years!” Gojo proudly announced as he lifted up three fingers as if they didn’t understand what he said so he had to show them. “How did the both of you meet?” Itadori then pressed on with his hand up, seeing how much information he could gain about his teacher’s love life.

“We both met then we were students here and then time flashed by and here we are married,” Gojo answered his student with the vaguest answer that he could have given to anybody, leaving his student annoyed.

“Y/N-sensei, how did both of you met?” Kugisaki then asked you, as she was not satisfied with the white-haired man’s answer.

“Well like Satoru said we met when the both of us were students here, just like all three of you. We were on the same team with Shoko and another person, causing me to have to deal with this man since my first year at Jujutsu High,” you then answered in some detail, causing the students to be more intrigued on the both of yours relationship.

“What do you do Y/N-sensei? I don’t see you around the school at all,” Fushiguro then asked, leading you to smile at him before answering with, “you could say I’m the assistant principal,” causing all the first years to look at you with surprised expressions again.

“GOJO-SENSEI THERE IS NO WAY SHE IS YOUR WIFE, SHE TOO SMART AND PRETTY,” Kugisaki shouted as she looked like she was about to flip her chair - as she confused on why you would be with someone like him - causing you lightly blush at her compliment before giggling at the chaos that was happening right in front of you.

‘This is really just how I imagined it to be. Chaotic’

“Here’s a picture if you don’t believe me,” Gojo then casually stated as he suddenly pulled out what seemed to be a small picture from his wallet, causing you to be curious of what it had to show since you didn’t know he kept something like that within his possession. Once he passed the picture to Fushiguro, you leaned forwards slightly only to be surprised on what the picture displayed.

It was a picture of you and Gojo standing together with you wearing the traditional white kimono with the white wataboshi on your head, while Gojo was wearing the traditional black kimono that contrasted with his bright white hair and bright blue eyes perfectly. It was your wedding picture.

“Y/N-sensei you look so beautiful!” Kugisaki stated as she snatched the picture out of Fushiguro’s hand to take a closer look at the image, “your makeup is so beautiful, you really suit a red lip,”.

“You look really pretty sensei,” the boys simultaneously said, as they had a light blush on their faces after seeing the picture.

“Since when did you have that picture?” you asked your husband, as you turned around to look at him, only to find him looking at you without his blindfold - fully showcasing his beautiful blue eyes that you have fallen in love with since you met him - as he brushed his fingers through your hair, amused at your surprised expression.

“Since I got the picture printed after the wedding,” Gojo admitted before he moved his hand to caress your cheek causing you to suddenly feel the coolness from his wedding band. "You looked really beautiful that day,” Gojo sentimentally said to you, causing your cheeks to go a light shade of red.

“But you always have been and always will be”

Slowly, he took your left hand in his left hand leading to both your wedding bands to hit against each other lightly, reminding you that this whole thing wasn’t a dream.

“For a lifetime ha?” you questioned him with a soft smile painted on your face, to which Gojo reciprocated back to you.

“For a lifetime wifey~”

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localhideaway · 2 years

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Little Devil

NSFW 18+, smoking, swearing, oral sex.

y/n and Sammy have been best friends since you were kids. Which inevitably resulted in you having the typical crush on his older brother Jake. However, Sam made it explicitly clear his brothers were off limits. You go over to the Kiszkas for your normal friday night hangout when things with Jake take a turn.

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“Fuck” You threw your head back in frustration.

“Y/N you cannot be serious right now…”

You looked to the drivers seat to see Sam rolling his eyes at you.

“I forgot to pick up earlier okay i’m sorry”

You were on the way to the Kiszka house to hangout. Per Josh’s request you were supposed to bring your stash but it wasn’t until after Sam picked you up and you were already halfway there that you realized you only had one joint left.

“It’s fine but I hope you know you’re gonna be the one to tell Josh not me”

You sat back in disappointment toying with the sleeves on Sams hoodie that you were wearing.

“You know, I would like my sweatshirt back at some point.” Sam lightly smacked you in the shoulder as he continued to drive.

You guys had been best friends since kindergarten. Sometimes he would come stay at yours or you would go stay at his. It wasn’t abnormal for you to find his clothes laying around your room so you usually took advantage.

“Unless you want to see my bra I highly suggest you wait.”

He rolled his eyes at you mumbling a quiet “gross” under his breath.

“Y/N! The parties here!” You heard Josh yell from the couch when you entered the living room. He was sitting upside down on the couch. Head hanging off the bottom and legs crossed over the top.

Sam made his way up to his room to take a shower once the two of you got inside.

“Careful, all the blood is gonna rush to your head if you sit like that too long” You threw your backpack on the floor by the fireplace and made your way to the couch.

“Surprised he has any blood left to rush in the first place after what i heard last night”

You whip your head around to see Jake making his way down the stairs. He’s wearing jeans and an Arctic Monkeys tee shirt with holes in it. It’s almost like he’s trying to give you a heart attack. He could wear a cardboard box and still look like the sexiest bastard you’ve ever seen. Its genuinely infuriating.

Here you are wearing his brothers hoodie and a pair of leggings and he just comes in looking like he walked out of every girls wet dream.

You’d had a hopeless crush on him for as long as you can remember but ever since high school Sam made it abundantly clear that his brothers were off the table for you. “I don’t want to have to kick their asses when they inevitably break your heart. They have a terrible track record with girls and i don’t want to see that happening to you” You could hear his lecture in your head clear as day as if it was yesterday.

“At least one of us is getting some” Josh grumbled as he began to sit right side up next to you on the couch.

Jake gave you a side smile and a wave acknowledging your presence to which you responded with a small “hey”

“So did you bring it?” Jake smirked as he slumped down on the other side of the couch.

“So about that..” you turned your head to look at Josh who was anxiously waiting for your answer.

“I may or may not have forgot to pick up so i only have one on me”

“I’m gonna go call Mary” Josh sat up and made his way up to his room. You guys had been passing the joint around and trying to get as much out of it as possible.

When Josh gets high he gets needy. Every time you guys have smoked together he’s always needing some sort of physical contact and attention. Whether that’s from you, his brothers, or his most preferred, his girlfriend Mary. They had been dating for a few months now.

“Jesus christ he’s whipped” Sam coughed out and passed the joint to you.

He was sat to your left on the couch. Long legs situated in your lap as he rested on the arm. Jake was sitting on the floor to your right with his back against the coffee table so he was facing you. He had his guitar in his lap as he strummed random chords and hummed to himself in between hits.

“I dunno Samuel, I think y/n has you pretty whipped too” Jake looked up at you from under his hair that had fallen in his face.

“Oh absolutely, he’s wrapped around my finger for sure.” You laughed after you took a hit and kicked your leg out to nudge Jakes feet that sat below you.

“First of all, gross. Second of all, this little shit couldn’t last a day without me so if anyones whipped it’s definitely her.” Sam chucked the pillow that was under his head at Jake.

“Oh fuck off” you laughed and pushed Sams legs from your lap onto the floor. You reached forward to hand Jake what little was left of the lit joint.

“Hold it for me I have this really sick chord in my head i don’t want to lose it” Jake continued to strum. Hold it for him? So he was just gonna-

He leaned forward as he led through the song he had pulled together on his acoustic. Wrapping his lips around the paper and taking a hit fluttering his eyes open to zone in on yours. Your heart began to swell in your chest. To the lack of Sams knowledge, Jake has looked at you like this plenty of times before. You’ve noticed him steal glances at you over the years which only made your feelings escalate even more. It’s like he’s teasing you because you know Sam wouldn’t allow it.

He sat back with a smirk plastered on his face as he tilted his head back and exhaled. You hadn’t noticed but he’d stopped playing.

“I’m sure you could’ve taken the hit yourself just fine.” Sam rolled his eyes next to you.

“You know if you keep rolling your eyes like that they’re gonna roll right out of your head and onto the floor” You nudged his side with your elbow. Jake chuckled from his spot on the floor.

“Ha ha… very funny loser. I’m feeling pretty heavy i think i’m going to head to bed. Y/N you coming?” Sam had a futon in his room by his window so that’s where you usually slept when you stayed here. His bed was tucked in the corner on the other side by the door.

“Nah i’m gonna stay here for a bit. I’ll come up when i’m tired” You leaned forward and put the joint out in the ashtray that was sat on the coffee table.

You glanced over and saw a small smile on Jakes face as he put his head back down to focus on his guitar.

“uh.. okay” Sam looked almost disappointed as he turned and made his way up the stairs to his room. You grabbed the blanket that was hanging over the back of the couch and laid it out in your lap.

“You cold?” Jake looked up at you again.

“A bit”

He stood up and set his guitar in its stand in the corner of the room as he made his way over to the fireplace. He turned the key and opened the frame to move the wood around so it could start catching.

“Oh you didn’t have to do that it’s fine” You blushed at his gesture as if he had just taken a bullet for you.

“It’s no big deal. Wouldn’t want the little devil getting cold” Your head shot up at him at the nickname. He had never called you that before. Josh and Sam had given you that nickname in middle school after you dressed up as a devil for halloween 3 years in a row. You’re still not sure why you did it but they’ve held onto the joke of it for years now.

But Jake had never called you that before. Usually it was just by your name or the occasional “dork” he would throw at you in a teasing way.

Hearing him say that made your cheeks flush. To your surprise he came and sat next to you on the couch. Crossing his legs and turning to face you like a child playing duck duck goose.

“Try not to laugh.” he firmly said. Reaching his hand up and tucking his hair behind his ears so his full face came into view. His eyes were glossy as you’re sure yours were too.

“You’re on.” You turned and sat in the same position facing him. This was a game you guys played a lot. Usually in a group setting when you were hanging out with their family. You guys would make eye contact from across the room and just hold it to see who broke and laughed first. It was silly but it was something the two of you shared so you cherished it nonetheless.

You leaned forward and rested your elbows on your knees placing your chin in your hands as you stared at him straight faced.

He leaned forward and did the same, mirroring you.

He began to cross his eyes and puff up his cheeks. Trying to make you laugh like a child would.

In your inebriated state this almost broke you but you held strong and just stared back at him.

His face suddenly settled and a stern and serious look took over. He placed his hands in his lap and leaned forward until you could feel his warm breath fanning on your face.

Your eyes flickered down to his lap as you began to notice one of his hands hesitantly moving out towards your face. You began to sit up, removing your head from your hands.

The second his thumb and index finger wrapped around your chin your entire body felt like it was on fire. He had never touched you in an intimate way whatsoever and your head was too fuzzy from the weed to think straight.

“So beautiful” He spoke barely above a whisper. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to hear that but you definitely did. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip and that’s when you’d had enough.

Your hand gripped his wrist pulling his from your face and your opposite snatched at the back of his neck pulling his lips to meet yours. Immediately he responded and reached out to grab your waist.

A low moan came from the his throat as your nails applied pressure to the back of his neck.

“Come over here” he spoke before moving back in to meet your lips.

His tongue danced along your bottom lip and as you opened to follow with yours you moved to straddle him. Throwing both your arms over his shoulders as you sat in his lap.

“Fuck” he grumbled as you sat down applying pressure to the bulge growing in his pants.

You broke the kiss in realization of what you’re doing. Pressing your forehead to his and catching your breath you spoke “what are we doing”

His hands dug tighter into your waist. “Something i’ve been dying to do for too fucking long” You threw caution to the wind after hearing this and moved back in to kiss him again.

His hands started to toy with the bottom of the hoodie you were wearing as he slipped his hands under and brought them flat onto your bare back. Pushing your chest to his. This urged you into a more aggressive state turning you on even more with his skin on yours. Your hand reached and gripped in his hair and tugged. Hard.

“Jesus fucking christ Y/N” he spoke again. His voice was like silk. Raspy and smooth at the same time. He began to sit up with his hands on your back to support you. He laid you back flat on the couch and brought his knee up between your thighs.

Breaking the kiss he nudged your head to the side and started to leave open mouth kisses along your jawline. He started to struggle to gain access to your neck because your hood was in his way.

Moving your arms down and gripping the bottom of the garment with confidence you smirked at him as you spoke. “Back up” he placed his hands at your sides supporting him so he was hovering above you as he intently watched you remove Sams hoodie revealing your black lace bralette underneath.

You tossed it to the side and grabbed the belt loops in his jeans pulling his hips to meet yours as his chest fell on top of you. His nose nudged yours as he kissed you again.

Your hands made their way to his back under the tee shirt he was wearing gripping and pulling him as close as you possibly could. When he bit your bottom lip your nails dragged down from his shoulder blades and your hips bucked upwards for more friction.

The deepest moan you have ever heard erupted from the back of his throat. He immediately shot up and pulled his shirt off from the back of the neck and discarded it.

When he lowered himself back on top of you his lips started at your collarbone and made their way down to the swell of your breasts spilling out of your bralette.

“It’s almost like you knew how bad i’ve wanted this… you wore black lace for me and everything… You are a little devil aren’t you?” His eyes fluttered up to meet yours.

“Oh you have no idea”

He began working his mouth lower over your stomach when he reached the waistband of your leggings.

“Can I take these off, devil?” He looked up at you again taking the band between his teeth. Fuck. That’s enough to make you cum right there.

“Please”

He looped his fingers into your leggings and worked them off of you. He bit his lip in awe when he noticed your underwear matched your bralette.

Maneuvering so his face was aligned with your hips he began to place open mouthed kisses to the lower half of your stomach as his hands rubbed up your thighs and applying pressure so you would spread your legs.

“You’re okay with this right?”

He whispered as he continued to litter your body with kisses.

You’re so desperate for him you could barely speak.

“Y-yes Jake please j-just.. fuck” You needed him so bad you couldn’t help but stumble over your words.

His fingers slipped under the front of your underwear as his mouth got lower and lower. His tongue pressed directly onto your clit once he moved your lace to the side. You threw your head back and bit your lip to try and keep quiet.

“Shh. We don’t want to wake them, Devil”

His hand moved from your thigh as his fingers went through your folds to your entrance.

“You’re so fucking wet for me.”

“Shit” You gasped as he placed two fingers inside of you as his tongue worked your clit. Your body felt like you were floating. Between the weed and your orgasm building you weren’t sure how much more you could take.

“You like that?” He continued working his mouth and fingers on you simultaneously. Your hand went over your mouth to muffle your moans as much as possible as your other went into his hair to grab it.

The moan that came from him in response sent vibrations to your core tripling the sensation you were feeling.

His fingers began to curl and pump faster and you weren’t sure how quiet you could be anymore. Your hand slipped to the back of his neck to pull his head up to meet yours. He rested his arm along side your head and pressed his forehead against yours as his fingers continued to work inside you and his thumb circled your clit.

You lifted your chin to take his bottom lip between your teeth before kissing him again. Tasting you on his tongue. This made his fingers jerk into a curl and hit your g-spot. Your eyes squinted as you moaned into his mouth and he muttered a low “fuck”

“Jake i’m-“

“Y/N cum for me. Open your eyes I want to look at you when I make you come.”

Your eyes fluttered open as you felt a surge throughout your entire body. The warmth and fire that started in your head was now exploding in the bottom of your stomach. “That’s it, good girl” he whispered to you.

His thumb was still slowly circling your clit as you came down. Your hand jerked to grab his wrist once it became too much.

Both of you stared at each other as he removed his fingers.

“Kiss me” You spoke. You knew this was inevitably going to complicate things. Especially your relationship with Sam.

But right now none of that mattered.

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