#like. does any of that come across lyrically

[skbeaumont]

"You Should Probably Leave" | Joel x Reader oneshot

Part 1 of Play it Again, a new series where each story is a oneshot, but all are shaped around country songs.

Song: You Should Probably Leave – Chris Stapleton Summary: He works long days. You help out with Sarah, make her dinner, put her to bed when he has to stay late. And then when he gets home you help him out, too, even though you both know you should probably leave. Tags/Warnings: MDNI, 18+, smut, porn without plot, prose but kind of poetry/lyrical, sexual tension, PIV, oral (m! receiving), sub!Joel, you're Sarah's babysitter, AU! No outbreak, set in the 90s. Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I've taken the lyrics and worked them into the story, so I'd really recommend listening as you read. I've been thinking about writing this series for sooo long because country songs + Joel is a match made in heaven. If you've got any song recommendations, let me know!

It’s like a dance, a well-worn routine that you both know, practised and perfected after months of repetitions. You both know where it leads but you’ll still follow all the steps. That’s how it is.

You put Sarah to bed ages ago, spent the last few hours of babysitting on the sofa finishing up some college work, waiting for Joel to get back. His key in the door is a familiar click, the latch sticking the way it always does, his shoulder forcing it open.

You stay where you are. When he comes into the lounge his toolbelt is still strapped around his waist, the remnants of a long day’s work painted across his handsome face and strewn in dust that’s collected on the knees of his well-worn jeans and callused hands.

He pauses in the entrance, arm stretched up above him to rest on the mantle of the door, t-shirt pulling up to reveal a strip of tanned skin above his belt. There’s a glass of wine half-drunk on the coffee table beside you and your feet are tucked up under you.

Neither of you speak for several long moments. You just watch each other, the tension too delicious to break.

“You should probably leave,” He says, but you make no effort to move and he stays where he is, too, dark eyes watching you.

His expression is open, taunting, and you already know what’s going to happen. You untuck your feet and shift them onto the worn carpet, standing to step towards him. His form takes up most of the doorway, his shoulders so broad that they almost touch both sides of the frame.

When you reach it he’s looming over you, blocking the exit off from you if you wanted to leave, but you don’t. You turn into him, press your nose to the slice of skin between his shoulder and neck and inhale deeply, smell the work of his day on him: the musk of sweat, the tang of iron and sharpness of wood shavings.

“I suppose it ain’t all that late,” he says, voice rumbling through his chest, “still time for you to finish your wine.”

You won’t finish the wine, but it’s all part of the well-worn routine the two of you have. He works long days. You help out with Sarah, make her dinner, put her to bed when he has to stay late.

And then when he gets home you help him out, too. Let him relieve some of the tension that he carries in his shoulders, on his thick-set jaw. You press the first kiss here, letting the rough caress of his stubble eat into your own cheek. When you let your hands course through his hair, scratching your nails into his scalp, he leans into it, eyebrows pitching up, something like a whimper falling from his lips.

There’s a devil on your shoulders, and its urging you each towards the same predetermined end.

“We shouldn’t.” He says, but he doesn’t move away.

“Just one kiss?” You ask, feeling him relax into your touch, the bulk of him slipping down the doorframe, bringing his mouth within reach of yours.

“Alright,” He rasps back, his voice pitching with need, and you claim the last syllable with your mouth, press your lips against his, pull a moan from somewhere deep in his chest.

“Say you want me to stay,” You tell him, and he does, whispers it into your mouth, chases your tongue with his.

When he looks at you his gaze so intense it’s almost intimidating, and you recognise the look in his eyes, the need that’s behind the blown-out pupils and hazy expression.

The slow retreat to his bedroom is well-practised, the carpet belying a well-trodden route you both know. He lets you walk him backwards up the stairs, sighs when you push him against the closed door to fit your mouths together again.

Inside, his bed is unmade and you press him into it, pin his hands above his head and lick a thick strip up his neck, following the tendons to the underside of his jaw.

His moans are the chorus of this well-rehearsed dance. They spur you on as you undress him, revealing the strong lines of his chest, the thick trunks of his thighs, the impressive bulge of his cock in his briefs, already half-hard.

He twitches in your hand when you draw him out and you shift down the bed to take him into your mouth, the head of him heavy and salty on your tongue. His cock swells, the vein that spans the underside pulsing against your palm.

It’s intoxicating and dizzying and familiar, the recognisable ache in your jaw as you take him into the back of your throat, fist gripping the part of him that won’t fit.

“So good to me, darlin’” He groans, running shaking fingers through your hair, trying to sit up against the headboard.

“Relax,” you tell him, pushing him back down to lie against the rumpled duvet, “I know what you need.”

You know him and he knows you, and you both know how this goes. You pull back, work your dress up over your head and pull down your panties, which are ruined with your slick, so damp they catch on your thighs as you peel them off. Joel’s eyes widen as he watches; he can never believe you want this – want him – as much as you do.

When you sink down on his length – the fat head of his cock catching at your entrance, making the stretch delicious and white-hot – he squeezes his eyes shut tight.

You run a finger along his eyebrows, coax him to open them and he does, a muscle in his jaw fluttering as you rise up and drag your cunt back down onto him again.

“I wanna do the right thing, baby,” he tells you, as though this – the pinching heat of him between your thighs, the tremble of his hands as he clutches at the flesh of your ass – isn’t the greatest thing that’s ever happened to either of you.

But you know he hates himself for it, hates that he’s a good decade older than you, that you’re Sarah’s babysitter, that this – this twisted arrangement you have where you stay when he gets back and then end up in his bed – is the only thing that gets him through those long works days sometimes.

“I know,” you say, “but it’s getting kind of hard to resist, isn’t it?”

“You should leave,” he says, thrusting up into you, “we should – Jesus, baby, just like that – we should stop.”

You arch up off the bed, tilting your hips so that he can drive his cock deeper, bottoming out and groaning brokenly into your ear. It’s filthy. Depraved, probably: The slap of his hips as he cants them up into yours, the breathy moans that tumble from your mouth, Joel’s desperate, needy curses.

It’s easy to make him come like this: Three steady, deliberate rolls of your hips and he’s a quivering mess beneath you, his hands fisting in the sheets as he spurts hot and wet inside you.

After, you tell him you should probably leave. He makes you come with his fingers first, tells you to finish your wine, that it still ain’t that late.

And when the sun’s on your skin at 6am, he’s there watching you sleep, hoping you’ll say you’ll stay, even though you should probably leave.

#joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #joel x reader #joel x you #the last of us fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #pedro pascal #joel miller fanfic #joel miller au #au! no outbreak #SoundCloud

[43qh]

vortex (m)

quinn hughes x fem!reader

genre: angst, smut, fluff

warnings: unprotected sex, blood mention, sad ending

word count: 2.5k

summary: “some day, you’ll come back, and i’ll say no.”

slow dancing.

you’re in his arms, the song swaying the both of you into a melody of love. one of your hands on his shoulder, the other in his own hand. his other hand around your waist, tugging you as close as possible as the two of you tangle in a mess of lyrics and kisses being the stop to your feet.

quinn was a romantic. it was something a lot of people didn’t have the pleasure of seeing. you were the lucky chosen one to be dancing with him like this. so close and near. a small smile playing on his lips as he tries to memorize the way your lips curl in a smile that takes his breath away.

it wasn’t always so easy, though.

if you weren’t tangled with quinn, you were arguing with quinn. you couldn’t stop coming back to him though when he would display a pair of puppy eyes that made you drop your defense.

you wondered if quinn ever had a weakness for you the same way you had for him.

when dancing was all said and done, he spins you around one last time before capturing you in a kiss. the kiss was hungry, leading to more. and you were falling prey to his demands as he lays you down and undresses the both of you.

despite the hurried and rushed removal of clothing, quinn takes his time. getting to know every inch of you, just like you deserve. he kisses your neck, leaves a little mark behind when you whimper.

when quinn eases into you, your senses are hightened. you can feel a tingle in your hands and feet as he rolls into you. gasping for air and clutching onto his biceps. he enjoys the way your nails dig into his skin. he enjoys the way you clench around him when he finally bottoms out. he enjoys the whines you let out. he could be with you forever.

“quinn..” your voice cracks between the tension, and he swears he could fall apart any second now.

“i’ve got you, my love.” it’s so endearing. he’s so endearing. he holds you close by your hips and thrusts into with care. it’s so soft, making you believe that he does love you. “so tight, just for me.”

you wrap your legs around him, feeling like you’re floating on a cloud as he speeds up his pace. his cock rubs your spot so sweetly, like he was made for you.

you wanted him to be made for you.

“such a good girl for me,” quinn is out of breath, sweat sheening across his skin. he looks like a dream.

you can feel yourself coming undone already just at the sight of him alone, at the soft grunts he lets out, at the small bites he leaves on your shoulder to muffle any more sounds he lets out. “gonna cum.”

“cum for me, sweetheart.”

quinn hughes was your undoing. as you fall apart around him, tensing up and shaking in his arms, you feel the flood of warmth you always do. your chest feels warm and complete as you feel him finish inside you. you feel taken care of when he washes you clean in the shower. you feel loved.

quinn hughes made it easy to love him.

but he also made it easy to hate him.

quinn was nonchalant. never daring to put a label on the both of you. you’ve argued your case to him, and he has argued his. the conversation never goes anywhere, and you always end up right back in his arms either way.

you always come back.

and the worst part is, he knows. he knows you’ll come back. he knows you’ll argue again, he knows you’ll fuck again, he knows he’ll romance you again, and he knows you’ll continue coming back.

it wasn’t hard to tell that you loved quinn.

you were even sure quinn knew.

“you have to let me come over,” quinn’s voice was shaking on the other line of the phone.

you bite your bottom lip, debating if it was a good idea. of course it wasn’t, but you agree anyway. and when quinn enters your apartment, he looks more disheveled than ever. his hair is a mess, his beard growing, his eyes more tired than usual.

quinn doesn’t ask anything of you, and you feel the nerves rise up in your stomach all over again.

he places himself on your couch, leaning against it as a sigh leaves his mouth. you make your way to the couch, eyeing him with an attentive look. silence fills the room, and you simply wait patiently for him to speak.

“we’re so awful together,” he speaks finally, looking at you with stoic eyes, “but we’re awful apart.”

you nod, “i know.”

“so why do we keep this going?” quinn looks frustrated, eyebrows furrowed.

“because we’re awful apart.”

quinn sighs, “your touch fuels me. it’s like i need it to breathe. and i hate it.”

“then stop touching me.” you snap.

“i can’t,” he shakes his head, “i need you.”

“you need my attention.” you state.

quinn pauses, looking away in shame, “i don’t want it to be like that, you know.”

you feel a lump in your throat, “get out.”

quinn is shocked at how sure of yourself you are, but he obliges to your wishes that night. he makes no fight. he knows you’ll be back.

and you hated that he was right.

“you look beautiful.” quinn’s words spike right through you. you feel a tightening in your chest at the way he looks at you. those puppy eyes, so forgivable.

you sigh, “you look handsome.”

quinn’s grin makes it all worth it to you. the pain you feel in your chest is all worth it to you if it means you’re the reason quinn smiles.

“why’re you by yourself?” quinn asks, looking around the bar as he sees his friends playing pool.

“i didn’t have any company to call.” you shrug, taking a sip of what you’re drinking. you feel the burn of alcohol scratch your throat.

“you could’ve called me.” he leans against the bar, raising an eyebrow.

you shake your head, “i really need to stop calling you.”

quinn laughs, “i don’t think you call enough, actually.”

you admire the way his smile reaches his eyes. he really was gorgeous. his looks weren’t the only reason you fell so hard for him, though. he was caring when he needed to be. when he wanted to be. he was soft and sweet. he was everything you wanted.

but he couldn’t be everything you needed.

“you’re right. normally you just show up unannounced to my place,” you quip.

quinn’s mouth goes dry a bit, looking at you with confused eyes, “i text first.”

“you’re normally already on the way.” another sip of your drink, and you notice the way quinn’s eyes follow your lips to the glass, “i don’t think you came over here for small talk, quinn.”

quinn scoffs, “what? we can’t at least act like friends?”

you feel a bitter taste on your tongue at his words, “no, we can’t. because friends don’t fuck like we do.” you place your glass down and turn your body to fully face him, “friends don’t kiss like we do. friends don’t know each other the way we know each other. friends don’t do what we do.”

quinn falls quiet. he’s speechless, your outbursts aren’t abnormal. but this one felt a little more personal than the rest.

you lick your lips, “we’re not friends.”

you walk out the bar that night with tears in your eyes.

why did you have to love him?

why did it have to be quinn?

the nerve of quinn hughes.

quinn stands in your doorway, eyes drooping low, a cut on his cheek that’s starting to bleed again. quinn decided to show up at your door like you’re two main love interests in a movie and you’re supposed to fix him up.

“you should get that checked out.” you say, trying to stand your ground. he makes it hard though when he nods softly, eyes turning away from your gaze like you just kicked him.

“i did,” he starts, letting out a soft breath, “thought i might need a second opinion, though.”

you want to scoff and shut your door. tell him to fuck off. tell him you’re not his doctor. but the gaze in his eyes make you weak, and the scruff of his voice makes you feel small all over again. you’re victim to his weakness.

so, you step aside. and you hear the sigh of relief quinn let’s out when he steps foot inside. he takes off his shoes like a gentleman before looking back at you.

you take his hand softly, leading him to your bathroom. he follows quietly, no remarks or words are said the whole way there. even if it wasn’t a huge walk to your bathroom, it was the most quiet the two of you have ever been in one room together.

he leans against the counter of your sink as you gather supplies to clean the wound. “this is gonna sting.” you warn.

quinn just nods, looking at you with soft eyes. there’s a glow in his eyes when he looks at you, and you just wished things were different.

you place the gauze on his cheek that has alcohol on it, and he hisses. you see the way he scrunches his face in displeasure, and it makes you want to jump away at his reaction.

“told you,” you whisper.

quinn’s face relaxes and he can’t help the chuckle that falls from his lips. quinn found you so irresistably charming. quinn would do anything for you, in all reality. he was just so scared of committing to you, and you have your heart broken in the worst way possible. quinn was a hockey player. someone who travels quite frequently. he wouldn’t have enough time for you, and that hurt him more than the situation the two of you were in right now. he considered this safe.

when you finish cleaning his cheek and throwing away the gauze, he grabs your waist and pulls you in. you want to pull away, tell him that he’s all fixed up. that he doesn’t need your services anymore.

but you couldn’t.

he gazes at you, “you’re so beautiful up close.”

he doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he’s kissing you. and it’s nothing like all the other kisses. it’s softer, more meaningful. something that makes you want to drown in it.

and it’s so wrong.

this wasn’t who you and quinn were, or could ever be.

the kiss is short lived when you finally push him away, despite the ache in your heart when you do.

“goodbye, quinn.”

the words ring in his ears, and he doesn’t want to believe they’re true. but they are. and you’re close to breaking if he doesn’t leave the room that very minute.

luckily, he does.

and when you hear your front door shut, you lean against your sink where he once was minutes ago. your lips tingle, but your chest hurts. your hands are sweaty, but you feel a lump in your throat.

this wasn’t any good for you.

quinn wasn’t any good for you.

you don’t know whether you should be furious or if you should fall to the ground crying.

quinn was kissing someone else.

someone that wasn’t you.

you had no claim on him. quinn had no claim on you.

you stand there in the hallway leading to his apartment, watching as he continues to suck face with another woman. when he finally pulls away, his face floods white when he catches eye with you.

“holy shit-”

you turn on your heel and walk away.

you can hear quinn trying to run after you. you feel tears pricking your eyes as you stop in front of the elevator, pressing the button more times than necessary. everything feels like it’s running in slow motion. like you’re slowly losing grip with reality.

your heart has dropped to your stomach when you feel a hand reach out for you. you feel your head spin when you snatch your arm out of reach.

“you’re not mine, damn it!” you scream, you sound mad. you sound crazy. “this shouldn’t hurt!” tears are falling as you hear the elevator make its way up to the floor you’re on. “this isn’t even real. we’re not real. but you made it feel real. the kisses, the dancing, the compliments, the hand holding. it confuses me, damn it!.” you’re hysterical as the elevator finally dings and opens.

quinn is left speechless, letting you scream at him. his heart is pounding in his chest. he never thought the guilt would hurt worse than anything he has ever felt. he never thought kissing someone else would feel so wrong.

you walk into the elevator, and the expression on your face as you press the button to the bottom floor makes his heart stop. you’re so broken. he broke you.

and, fuck, does it hurt.

“goodbye, quinn.”

your tone was different from last time you said it. this time he could hear the meaning behind it, like this was finally it. this was the last time he’d ever hear from you.

and his suspicions were right.

you blocked his number, didn’t answer the door for him anymore, even avoided all the places he normally would go.

you were finally saying no.

you were finally letting go.

time passes and the ache doesn’t stop. your tears fall on your pillow every time you hear a knock on your door. your hands clutch your sheets as you hear his voice through the door, pleading with you and begging you to listen to him.

you couldn’t do it anymore, though.

you couldn’t listen to him and his excuses anymore.

when quinn gave up, the weight of the world somehow felt heavier. you were so used to going back. so used to having quinn there, even if it wasn’t in the healthiest way.

quinn was routine for you. and now you had to break through that routine.

months go by. and when you see quinn again for the first time in six months, you give him a small smile of pity. you had heard a knock on your door, not expecting it to be him. quinn looked a little more put together than when the two of you would ‘hang out’. it may have only been six months, but a lot had changed. especially for you.

“i’m sorry.” he couldn’t help himself.

you just smile at him, nodding, “i appreciate the apology.”

quinn shifts on his feet, “can i come in?”

you let out a breath. maybe you were waiting for this kind of closure the whole six months you spent without him, you weren’t sure. but the ache no longer sat with you as you stared at him. the pain no longer made home inside your heart at the idea of him. you refused to let those things back in.

“no.”

you were saying no.

quinn came back, and you finally said no.

those were the last words you ever spoke to quinn hughes.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes angst #quinn hughes smut #quinn hughes fluff #quinn hughes scenario #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes x reader #nhl #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl hockey #nhl smut #nhl fluff #nhl angst

[ivoncu]

𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗔 𝗕𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗 ! — Tsukinaga Leo x reader

xxx. PLAYLIST . I wanna be your boyfriend by Hot Freaks.

— he loves you, yet he is never able to voice out what he felt towards you... But all he needs is a little push from a friend whether it was intentional or not.

xx. c : use of gender neutral terms, gender is not mentioned/specified for reader. insane levels of yearning from leo tsukinaga and some level of doubts and insecurity with him. wrote at like 10 pm on a weekday so this might be shitty, not proofread — might be ooc !

note . this is completely different from the beta... but i think i like this version better. i wrote leo as 'cool' instead of his usual 'cuteness' in mind. he's still just as pathetic though :3 maybe pathetically cool

It's a mystery how his mind works, and much less was it a miracle for him to realize everything. From the start, his feelings weren't always as platonic as he'd thought towards you. The realization alone sends him into a frenzy of denial and childishly denying his ever-growing crush on you yet always throwing a childish tantrum and sulking around his friends whenever he sees someone getting a bit too cozy with you to his liking.

Nonetheless, Leo realizes — he can't just sulk behind a corner without doing anything while hoping you'll look at him the same way as he does if he doesn't do something about it. Oh, but was it hard to even look at you in the eyes; the thought alone sends his heart into frantically thumping against his chest; his face become hotter and redder while stutter he did pathetically over his words and waste his chances... It's really no good! He wants to seem cool in front of you, but he just can never muster up the courage at all, it's annoying!

His friends were to help and give him advices when it comes to love, but none of it were exactly trying to help him. “ Be cool ” — Leo simply could not. “ Try to strike up a conversation about something you two have a common interest with! ” — if that happens, he's afraid he'll go on rambling until he talks your ears off and you'll find him annoying because of it! “ Buy them whatever they want as a gift ” — now, he isn't exactly sure if he has the type of money to do that... “ Trick them into signing a marriage contract and cling onto them forever ” — that'll just drive you away!! Leo's even more concern now, and his friends' advice weren't making him any less confident in talking to you!

To you, Leo was just a friend you occasionally see and to him, you were his whole world — one he would be more than willing to serve his heart on a silver platter to as he yearns from the side. Truly were you his love — his muse; his everything and unbeknownst to you, he had written a song or two unpublished to the public with the thought of you in mind. He grows frustrated amidst his embarrassment much to his dislike of acknowledging it.

... The sweet melody and cheesy lyrics of “ love ” — he feels like a fool! Occasionally he would lose his cool and throw the stacks of paper everywhere across and in deafening silence, he dealt with his own thoughts; how embarrassing. He's seriously doing everything but telling you how he feels.

Even as the corner of his phone lights up the dimly lit room, on the screen shows across the room with your contact number messaging him. He suppose even if he could never confess his love for you romantically, you like him just the same “ platonically? ”

He would be fine (in his words, but he is ABSOLUTELY NOT) with only liking you from afar... That is if you aren't also dating anyone else — he would go insane if you're suddenly dating someone else, and that's the conclusion his mind thought of when suddenly you had gotten so close to that Izumi Sena.

Never once had Izumi ever showed romantic interest towards you; in five people (Knights)— he obviously loves and yearned for you the most and the longest. It wasn't like they weren't aware of it. They knew you were completely off limits ever since the first time he confessed to wanting to do the cheesiest things with you to them they got sick and tired of it.

And yet, his mind he thought you like him romantically — and so did Izumi. You two were laughing at each other's joke and you were beautiful like that; bright eyes and smiling... A sudden feeling of dreadful doubt dropped down his stomach and just as suddenly he felt so sick even if it was just his insecurities.

He thought so too; maybe he's overreacting. Maybe there's nothing going on in between you two, he's sure of it! That's what he tells himself, but slowly this banter went on for days and slowly turned into weeks of utter torture for him. He saw you exchanging contacts, plan on hanging out together — and he felt jealous.

He never liked this feeling of jealousy — especially towards a dear friend like him, but with confusing emotions mixed together came unassumed anger of jealousy. His patience doesn't last long until he gets sick and tired of it and came in between you two with a glare that might've sent chills down Sena's back a bit.

Leo took your hand and ran away with you from him; dragging you far away to somewhere outside the building until his leg gives out — alas, there was only you two all alone on the park as the sun slowly sets into dusk. There was nothing going in the way between you two now.

"I'm sorry for dragging you away like that all of the sudden." He muttered, unable to look at you not for the reason may he make a fool of himself if he stares too long; but instead out of guilt overwhelming his heart.

"... But, I really can't stand it anymore, you know? I see you laughing and being happy with Sena... I want to do that with you. I want to laugh along with you and be happy just as you were with him, so I got jealous...

... This might be selfish, but I really really liked you from the start! I know compared to Sena, I'm childish and all I'm good at is writing music — he's better fit as a "boyfriend" compared to I do, but I really... Like you, [Name]! And I really wanna be your boyfriend!" All these times, the words, the doubts — he was suddenly spilling them out loud to you and he was just as surprised as you. For the first time in a while, his heart feels light from burden despite the nervousness he felt, thus he continued to spoke;

"I might not be as good as Sena — or a pretty model, but I could treat you as half as decently — if not better than he ever could! I'll even compliment you frequently if that's what you want — no, I'll compliment you a lot! " Leo's eyes lit up with sincerity and for the first time, there was confidence and a look of seriousness in his eyes as he looked into yours while gently clasping your hands in his, but he feared he was being a bit overbearing and pushy and his confidence slowly fizzled away.

"Please... Think about it, alright? Because I really like you; I truly do." His tone were calmer, but there's also a melancholic hymn to his voice despite how he tries to force out a smile to you.

He's always the happy go-lucky guy — eccentric in ways, but he always had the purest intentions in his heart. It would be kind of embarrassing if he breaks down in front of you all of the sudden.

He can't stay any longer; if he stays, he's afraid he wouldn't be able to control his emotions any longer. Slowly, he lets go of your hand and exchanged one final glance before trying to walk away — but just as that, you held onto his wrist and pulled him back which surprised him.

"Leo, don't be like that... You didn't even give me the chance to reply." You muttered, your gaze softens looking at him and he simply couldn't look away... You're just so beautiful to him.

"I like you just the same. I'm sorry for making you feel bad all these times — I... Didn't realize."

Your look of sadness sends him into frenzy, he stutters from nervousness because of you.

"H-huh...? Why're you apologizing? It should be me who's apologizing — plus, it's my fault for keeping my emotions hidden all these time from you! You didn't knew at all!"

"... You know, Leo; I had a hunch you liked me... And it wasn't like you were being discrete about it anyway."

"Ah..." Leo stays still, completely surprised. Well, it is true he couldn't keep his emotions from spilling out sometimes, but he was so sure he was being discrete about his feelings for you. He wasn't sure how to react; was he supposed to be embarrassed? Sad? Angry? Even amidst his confusion, he finds amusement in his own embarrassment. He laughs aloud, and it was like he didn't had the saddest look of melancholy in his eyes just a moment ago.

With a big grin on his face, he soon falls onto you with all of his weight and hugged you tightly. The mature and cool Tsukinaga Leo is in touch with his emotions was no longer there; he was now the childish and impatient Leo you knew from the start — and yet, that never changed a thing of how you felt towards him.

"Leo...!" You groan out, stumbling back slightly at the sudden force of his weight against you. He was using his every weight on his body towards you.

"Aha, I just can't help it — I'm so happy, [Name]! I'm really so happy!" He giggles, but his fit of energy quickly dissipates as he gently leans in closer to you, wrapping an arm securely around your waist so you wouldn't escape his hug while his other hand gently intertwine with yours.

"... Let's be together forever, [Name]."

#𓏲🗒️ꜝֶָ֢ 𓈒᮫ 𝐈𝐕 𝑜𝑓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #leo tsukinaga x reader #leo tsukinaga #enstars

[cl6teen]

come and see me ❀ ln4

in which everybody knows just how whipped your long distance boyfriend is for you

contains: social media!au, student!reader (21-22), whipped!lando who spoils you a bunch, a short little thing because i love writing for lando, this is purely self indulgent lmao; but to my requests dw im certainly getting to them

📍 rio de janeiro

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landonorris my girl my girl my girl , and what about it?

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landonorris yes ma’am 😍

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oscarpiastri he does 😒

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oscarpiastri i just listen because i can’t tell you to shut up

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user lando’s girlfriend! he’s head over heels whipped for her

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yourinstagram he’s a one of a kind, but good luck trying!

user nothing was more sweet than watching lando’s post race interview when he said his celebratory plans were going home and facetiming y/n

user need this kind of love in my life asap 😩

my man 🏎️

are you back from the beach?

you

mhm, just made some dinner

wanna see the photos i took?

my man 🏎️

the answer’s the same every time babe

you

i’m screaming into my pillow and kicking my feet rn

my man 🏎️ loved an image

my man 🏎️ loved an image

my man 🏎️

holy shit yn

😩😩😩

is that the dress i sent you??

shit, it looks good, you look so good in it

im glad i bought it

you’re the prettiest woman i’ve ever seen

you

lando omg

stop it stop it

my man 🏎️

i cant praise my girlfriend?

i should buy you more things

you

please don’t 😭

this was more than enough i’m so in love with it

my man 🏎️

if i can’t see you i can at least spoil you

i was going to get you a van cleef stack, what colour did you want?

you

lando norris.

i don’t need a van cleef bracelet.

my man 🏎️

what about some heels?

you

you’ve already got me a bunch, my closet is begging for more space

how about you get me podium on your race in singapore?

i cant wait to watch tomorrow

my man 🏎️

well that’s already a guaranteed

i’ll just surprise you 🤍

you

okay love 🤍

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user awe the photo from his stream earlier 🥺

user HELP when he saw that y/n was watching he got so smiley and excited

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landonorris im coming.

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my man 🏎️

you shouldn’t worry about that comment angel

it’s been a few days, they took it down

you

i know, lots of people say it anyway

it shouldn’t bother me

my man 🏎️

it’s okay if it bothers you

but don’t change because of it

i like what you wear

i actually love it

you

🙄

of course you like it

you like everything about me

my man 🏎️

why wouldn’t it?

you’re so smart and kind

and fucking beautiful

i won the lottery

so don’t change yourself to fit a rando’s wants

who the hell even are they

you

i love you so much

i wish you were here right now

my man 🏎️

yeah, me too

but i got you that gift i was talking about

it should have arrived by now

you

oh i didn’t even notice

my man 🏎️

yeah they said they dropped it off at your door

you

okay i’ll go check, i’ll facetime you in a bit to try it on

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[bunny584]

OBSESSED: FUSHIGURO

A/N: OH. MY. GOD. Anon. I love you and hate you for this request. This was…hard. I told myself I wouldn’t publish it unless it was fucking perfect (you should see the scalpels I took to each goddamn sentence before this version).

SECOND: I will square up with Gege for writing the most enigmatic, LAYERED, complex, muddled character to exist. I wanted this to be Megumi. Through and through. His darkness, his light, his reservation, his crazy, all in one. And IDK. I think I did it? This one is purely to prove to myself that I can write for characters that are hard to write for (*cough* yuta im glaring at you *cough*)

THIRD: if you do read this (I get people feel things about aged up characters etc), I implore you to listen to this. Guys. I heard this at 0200 IN THE OR during a 6 hour case and the entire concept for this came to me. Meg is sophisticated and unruly, selfless and selfish, etc. So this has some NSFW but definitely probably more on the poetic, long ends of my works.

CW: Aged up characters (20+), college AU, fluffy/raunchy/dark romance-y because LOOK at him. He takes after Gojo AND Toji. Mature, 18+

“You like it when I’m rough.”

Megumi’s melody rings crystal clear.

Low.

Precise.

An F-14 Tomcat fighter jet, flying dark. Below enemy radar.

The piano keys float beneath his tone. His long, slender, deft fingers effortlessly execute the sheet music before him. It’s his GPS system, a personal flight map.

Little Beethoven, his advanced music theory professor calls him.

Truth is, Megumi is a prolific pianist and vocalist. He can tame any note, any melody, any harmony faster than any of his Shikigami.

Speaking of…

Megumi pulls off the piano and tortured love song in an instant. Just as the grade 3 curse creeps through the open door.

The part between his right long and ring fingers is automatic. His left hand grips the web space between his right thumb and index finger.

“Demon dog.” Megumi summons.

Low. Precise. Decisive.

“Eat it, boy.”

A small, approving smile tugs on the corners of his lips. Low level curses are the nothing more than chew toys to his divine dogs. With a tiny wave of his fingers, his technique buzzes inward.

Megumi’s eyes float to the ancient analog clock on the wall.

13:50

10 more minutes until you’ll meet him for your date.

No. Not date.

Study. 10 more minutes until you’re meeting him to study.

Your thought blooms within him like wildfire. It sets his normally cool, porcelain skin ablaze.

Megumi whips his body around to face the piano. To exorcise the feeling. The keyboard has always been his outlet. His life blood. Playing, singing, musing in and out of written songs is his catharsis.

Words don’t come easy. They never have. But lyrics do.

And when he gets to ride lyrics with his voice, his runs..?

The words he can never find on his own are suddenly out there. In the atmosphere. Coating empty rooms in a mist of his thoughts, his feelings.

No certain promise that the person the words are destined for will ever catch them. Or ever walk through the room and be kissed by the remnants of his musical trail. But Megumi has said (sung, played) them. And that’s enough.

“Sorry if I come across a type of way.”

“I’ve been trying to get out of my way…”

His fingers dive into the keys. Angrily. Earnestly.

“I know it doesn’t seem like I care, but you know I care—“

“Wow Meg, you sound incredible.”

You bring him to an abrupt stop. Your voice is maple syrup trailing down Megumi’s neck, leaving goosebumps in its candied wake.

Pitch fucking perfect.

A soft, ethereal C, gliding down Heaven’s staircase. You infuse sunlight into his name, whichever way you choose to say it.

And it’s hell. It’s cruel. To have as keen hearing as he does. To listen to you sing his name and have nothing else follow.

“Fushiguro.” Megumi shoots up from his seat, slinging his backpack over one shoulder.

“What?”

“Fushiguro.” He repeats, eyes briefly meeting yours before settling above your head. He’s at least a head and shoulders taller.

“Nobody calls me Meg.”

You throw your head back. Feather light crescendo in your laughter. It’s pretty. Tantalizing in the way chandeliers twinkle when they capture a beam of light.

His eyes dart down to catch the feminine column of your neck. Curving into your delicate collar bones. How are your lines so seamless?

So cinematic. Like he’s watching a figure skater land a triple axel. Or a prima ballerina en pointe. It’s not fathomable.

Gorgeous.

You are gorgeous.

“I call you Meg.” You retort with a smile that liquifies all of his joints.

You double your walking speed to keep pace with Megumi’s long strides. Both of you exit the sound engineering building. Heading straight for the campus library a couple blocks away.

“Who were you—oh,” Megumi’s glacial hand along the small of your back steals your voice away.

Your eyes and feet follow his gentle push, shifting you to the other side of him.

“Walking on the wrong side.” He mutters, monotone. Matter-of-fact. Obviously.

He’s a gentleman. Of course he is going to walk on the traffic facing edge of the sidewalk.

Of course he didn’t feel the electric currents wire through his fingers to clench — suffocate — his heart.

No, he didn’t hear that punched out, falsetto gasp when his hand cradled your perfectly tapered waist.

Or notice how well you fit into his hand. How light you are under his touch that had none of his real strength behind it.

You’re made of alluring lines. Intoxicating sounds.

What would it take to coax a pretty melody out of your pouty lips?

His fingers?

They’re long. And smart. Cold. Remarkably patient. You’d like them.

He could make you love them.

Crave them. Need, whimper, whine, and cry out for them.

“So who was it?” You tether him to reality.

“Who was what?” Megumi counters, leading you to a private study room.

“The way you were singing earlier.”

Hairs along the back of his neck stand at attention. Blood runs Siberian cold. Megumi’s gaze on you is subzero.

“It had to be for someone.” You lower down into a seat in slow motion.

The sweetheart neckline of your sundress is mean. Your supple mounds tilt and ripple with every micro movement. Megumi has forgotten why he’s glaring at you.

“You sound too…pretty. It can’t be wasted on thin air.” You continue.

“She must be—“

“Let’s just get started, okay?” He sharply redirects the conversation.

And promptly shifts gear to low autopilot. He’ll speak when spoken to, answer questions intermittently. But his mind’s true coordinates are a galaxy away.

Megumi retreats to his shadow garden.

Watching you.

Drinking you in.

Savoring each detail on his tastebuds like dessert.

The pencil eraser leaves an indent on your bottom lip where you’ve been pressing too hard.

Megumi wants to roll your bottom lip under his teeth. Until it flushes rose and swells beneath his relentless pull.

His eyes fall to your bracelet, far too big for your dainty wrist.

He could hold both of your wrists in one hand above your head or behind your back for hours. Without breaking a sweat.

His other hand would take its time.

To stroke you. Pet you. Learn your sheet music. Then play your body like a harp until you’re a chorus of beautiful, soprano whimpers and moans. Begging and pleading so prettily, enticing him to give in.

But he won’t.

Not until you’re soft enough. A babbling, warm, ruined brook beneath his fingers.

Then he’ll take you, gorgeous.

Searing pain from his sharp swallow and nails digging into his thighs rip him down to the present.

Vision a little fuzzy. Head a revolving door of vulgar scenarios. A dull, demanding ache between his legs draws his eyes to his lap.

Fucking hell.

His jeans are uncomfortable. He’s stiff and needy. Not nearly enough strength in his pants to hold back his drunken arousal.

Not to the mention, the—

swarm of shadows growing at his feet?

Is his…innate domain materializing around him right now?

Megumi aggressively slices through the air at his hip level. Below the table, but you don’t miss his sudden stirring.

“Meg? You okay over—“

“Going to the bathroom.” He gruffs through a clenched jaw. Megumi places his forearm over his crotch before hurrying out of the room.

He can barely recognize the man in the mirror. Flushed to his ears. Volcanoes threatening eruption in his eyes. Api Biru. Pure, triple distilled, blue lava coursing through his veins.

Snap out of it, Fushiguro.

The splash of cold water does nothing for his internal heat. But his milky complexion returns to its effervescent state.

But then he turns a little too quickly to leave. And his painfully hard length drags along his fabric. It’s blinding.

A feeble moan tumbles out of his tight lips.

“Fuck.”

Megumi slams his eyes shut. He needs to readjust. But if he touches himself now, he might not be able to stop.

A slow, steadying breath fills his lungs.

“Just adjust, don’t…” His voice trails off. Icey fingers around his hot, angry base is enough to rip the carpet from beneath his feet.

“Oh, fuck.” Megumi mumbles through one quick pump up his shaft.

He shakes his head as if to tell himself enough. He rests his erection along his thigh before zipping up. Still painful, but tolerable.

A tornado obliterates any remaining resolve in Megumi’s mind on his walk back to you.

You are a dream.

Or a nightmare? A curse?

It doesn’t matter. He couldn’t care less.

Megumi would follow you. Deeper than the crypts of his 10 shadows. Into hell if it meant he could have you the way he wants you.

The way he craves you.

Because fuck the cost.

He’d pay anything.

You’re working on an elaborate concept diagram on the white board. On the tip of your toes. Lip curled under your teeth. And you are just irresistible.

So, he won’t resist.

“Meg! Took you a bit, you okay?”

Megumi is silent. Unblinking. Sauntering toward you.

“Megumi?”

You lower to the soles of your shoes. Neck craning to look at his face. Your eyes widen at his persistent silence. Rosy heat dusting your cheeks.

Pretty little doe, rooted in place by his wolfish glare.

Megumi takes the marker out of your hand and tosses it behind him in one swift motion.

“Hmm,” a tiny acknowledgment of his name. Just because it sounds so sweet rolling off your tongue.

Megumi corners you against the wall. Both of his hands casually in his pockets.

He watches you shift. Flicker your eyes in every direction. Fiddle with your thumbs.

His quiet.

His presence.

It flusters you. Well before he’s gotten the chance to run his hands along the lazy curve of your waist and hips.

“So…so blue.” You stammer. Your warm eyes metronome between his.

“They are.”

Megumi steps impossibly closer. His eyes drop to your chest. Dainty, nervous heaves. Up and down. Up and down.

“You are so,” you swallow thickly, dropping your gaze. “hard to read.”

Megumi snakes his large, graceful fingers into your nape. The temperature difference between your warmth and his cold startles you deeper into his grasp. Your head evanesces into his pull.

A beautiful, shocked gasp escapes you. Just as Megumi’s lips trace the shell of your ear.

“I want you.”

His breaths collide with yours, now. Heat welling deep in his groin. His cock thunders against his thigh.

“Can you read that?” Megumi rasps. Ensuring his voice vibrates down your spine.

A new sound tumbles from your lips. Like you choked on your last swallow. How pretty. You gurgling and gagging like that.

“W-want me? Megumi wh—“

“I.” Megumi nudges his thigh between your legs. His steel pipe erection digs into your dewy, hot core. He angles his leg slightly upward, inching you on the tip of your toes.

His prima ballerina, en pointe.

“Want you.” His lips ghost against yours. Free hand cups the flesh beneath your thigh. Pads of his fingers twitching to dig in.

The two of you drink in this lock-in-key fit. Megumi revels in you. Like this. At his complete mercy.

The prodigal son, born with more power than he knows what to do with.

Ten shadows. Ten Shikigami. It’s been centuries since the last head of his bloodline had power buzzing beneath his fingertips like him.

And somehow he’s never felt more powerful than this.

With you, heaven’s most precious angel, cradled in his arms. Drowning in sinful ecstasy. He brands this freeze frame into the most permanent part of his memory.

Then, he free falls off your cliff edge.

Megumi takes your lips with unfettered greed. Hunger woven into the way his tongue traces every corner of your delectable, soft mouth. His fingers push your head deeper into him. Sucking and nibbling on your warm muscle.

You shower him with airy, choppy little pants. Moans and whines so light they crescendo to fairy dust. You can’t keep up with his bruising kiss. His other hand palms your thigh, kneading little bruises into your silky smooth skin.

Marking what’s his.

“Oh my god.”

You breathe into his mouth when he lets you up for air. Megumi’s eyes dart down to the meeting point of your sex and his muscular thigh.

Did you really think he wouldn’t notice how you’re rutting your pretty little cunt against his leg like that?

Crimson high on your cheeks. You look away when he tries to catch your fucked out gaze.

“Don’t hide from me, gorgeous.” His hand traces up to your hips. You preen into his firm grip.

“Megumi.”

“Don’t stop, pretty girl.” He forcefully moves your hips in more dramatic, languid, deep rolls against his thigh. He’s not paying any mind to the pool of his precum soaking through his pants.

You bury your head in his neck. Fingernails digging pretty crescent moons into his back. You take over the pace. Undulating against him. Shameless. In complete heat.

“You feel s-so…so good.” Your lips smear against his dampened neck. Megumi responds by circling your puffy, slick bud with his fingers.

And fuck. The slurred, broken whimper that rings in his ears.

The way you hump him even more sloppily.

He could finish from that alone.

Your hand flies to your mouth. Empty huffs spilling. Whines ascending in pitch. You are close.

“Such pretty sounds, baby.”

“Megumi…meg..I-“

“Let it out.” He grips the back of your neck. Feeling dangerously close to his own nirvana. Drunk off your precious melody.

“Sing for me.”

“F-fuck, GOD.”

You bite down on his neck. Waves of pleasure crashing into you like hurricane winds. He grips your waist steady. Feeling every involuntary twitch and jerk of your doll-like frame.

Blessing or curse?

He doesn’t know.

But he will follow you to the end of his lifetime and the next.

“God, Fushiguro. That was…” The lusty haze from your peak settles around you. The once shattered world, slowly pieces itself back together.

“No.” Megumi pulls you out of his neck. Dropping his lips to yours, so he can breathe the air directly from your lungs.

“Meg. You call me Meg.”

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[thexsilentxwordsmith]

I'll Crawl Home To Her

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!reader

Summary: Simon is away on a mission and you are on his mind. Having to extend his stay, he is going to miss Valentine's day, but coming across a recent trend on TikTok, he may have a way to say just how much you mean to him.

***So, this came from the TikTok trend I came across of military guys posting pics of their girlfriends/wives/fiancees/etc. to the song Work Song by Hozier and I wanted Simon to do it too for you. So here it is! Just a little something extra***

***Pictures are made by me***

Simon can’t sleep, again. 

It’s been a while that his team has been in the field on their current mission and though he knows he should focus on the task at hand, there is so much on his mind tonight. Even though he is tired, he cannot seem to get himself to drift off. There is something missing, or more like someone, that he wishes to be beside right now and that is you.

He feels guilty about still being gone as he should be in by now, just in time for Valentine's day, but that isn’t happening anymore. Things on this latest mission are taking longer than expected and instead of packing up to come home to you, he had to have that hard phone call to tell you that he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. In that call he heard it there in your voice: that twinge of sadness that you always try to mask through hopeful and kind words, holding back the crackle in your voice as you choke back the tears in hopes that he won't hear it, but he does. He always does.

As much as he loves his job he is ready to be back with you again and hearing that does not make it any easier. 

The dark surrounds him as Simon lays in his cot, trying to numb his mind with his phone propped up in his hand, hopeful that with enough distraction sleep will eventually take him. He knows there is no better way to keep his mind from wandering back to those things he cannot change than by idly watching short content videos and he knows just where to go for that. He clicks on the TikTok app and begins to watch. 

Scrolling through the drivel and waste, past people spewing their nonsense, a video comes across his feed that instantly brings you right back to the forefront of his thoughts. The first slide is a picture of a young man in his fatigues and tactical gear smiling at the camera. He is clearly in the field on active duty and there is text across him that repeats the lyrics of the song playing. His picture is followed by a slide with what Simon assumes is his wife with the next bit of lyrics over her. It looks like a new trend amongst military personnel on the app, a tribute to the ones they are going to come home to in the future: children, pets, significant others, family. 

The song tugs at his heartstrings from the moment it begins; it's one he hasn't heard before, but the lyrics make his heart ache and his arms feel so incredibly empty without the weight of your body filling them as the singer speaks about how even in death they would find their way home to the one they love.

And fuck if that isn't something he thinks about a lot. 

It is a burden of this type of job, leaving all part of his heart behind back home every time he has to go out. He knows this lifestyle isn’t easy on either of you, that even though you’ve been together for a couple years now, having him constantly be pulled across the world and away from you still has a certain bite to it. Yet with all that stacked against your relationship, not once have you ever been anything other than supportive. Standing beside him through it all, constantly choosing to give him your heart no matter how hard this gets, loving him through the all the shit that gets thrown his way; if there is anyone his soul would seek out even in death, it would be you. 

He clicks on the sound at the bottom of the screen with a lump welling in his throat and starts to watch more videos of the same. One video turns into two and then three and now his heart is aching something fierce, like a physical burning in the center of his hardened chest that he tries to rub away with his hand, but he knows it's not going to go until he's near you again.

This longing is worse than it has ever been before. He misses your touch, all that soft, warm skin under his hardened hands; he misses your laugh, that sweet sound that can make the sunshine come out even on a rainy day; he yearns for your mouth, those full lips that he can lose himself in. It's almost too much to bear being away from you at that moment.

Simon was never one for big displays of sentimentality. No one ever seemed worth breaking down those walls that he had built up to allow himself to be vulnerable in such a public way like that. It never seemed worth the sacrifice. And for a long time, no matter who he met, that was true…until you.

You broke the mold when you came into his life. Now his heart can't help but burst at the seams whenever you pop into his head. He could be a thousand miles away from you, stuck in some hot, miserable shithole in the middle of nowhere, like he is right now, and yet the moment he thinks of you it doesn't seem quite so bad. 

Because he knows there is a piece of heaven waiting for him, something wonderful that is all his that the struggle of his other life will not touch, not if he has anything to do with it.

Simon may have to miss being there on the day when people show their loved ones how much they care, but that doesn’t mean he can do nothing. As the videos continue to play, he gets an idea, one that will hopefully show you just how much he really does care. 

As much as you go on the app, he is sure you have seen a video or two like this come across your scrolling. You have probably sat there and watched just as he did, thinking about him being so far away, missing him something terrible. Maybe you would like to see him make a video like that for you. Either way, this is something he wants to do, needs to do.

Simon has no pictures of just himself on his phone, none without you in them, and so that’s his first order if he wants to do this right. He tries to do the easy thing the next day and take a selfie, but he can’t get one that looks good enough for him to keep. The more he takes, the worse he thinks they look and that means he is going to have to get help whether he wants to or not, otherwise he is going to back out of doing this and he’s not going to let that happen. 

This is for you after all, he needs it to be perfect. You deserve that.

He decides his best bet is wrangling Soap into doing this for him; at least he is the most comfortable asking the sergeant. “Johnny, I need ya to do somethin’ for me,” Simon says as the team stands around awaiting transport into the designated location. “Don’t ask any fuckin’ questions, but I need ya to take a picture a me real quick.”

“Wanna do a beauty shoot here, L.T.? Seems a bit of a strange location,” Johnny jokes as Simon pulls out his phone from his pocket and shoves it into the sergeant’s open hand. Johnny watches him for a moment, taking a guess at what this is all really about. “Or is it for yer lass back home? Gonna send her somethin’ nice?”

Shaking his head, Simon laughs sarcastically. “Just take the damn picture, yeah? An’ make it look good. I want it ta look natural.”

This isn’t something the masked officer has much experience in and so posing is out; he instead goes for something where it looks like he is caught unaware that he’s being photographed. He’s looking off in the distance, his hand wrapped around his gun so they don’t just hang awkwardly at his side. Johnny quickly snaps the pic and hands the phone back to Simon to check. 

“That’ll do,” he says under his breath, satisfied enough with how it looks.

That night as he lays down for bed, he quickly pieces the video together: first his photo and then he needs one of you. He opens his camera roll and it is absurd how many different ones he has saved. There are so many to choose from that he has a hard time picking the perfect one, but settles on something recent. 

It’s one of you in the bathroom of your apartment, all cozy in the striped jumper he got you for your birthday. Your hair is pulled down out of the bun you keep it in for work, a bit messy from just getting in after you got off. Never has he seen someone more beautiful in such a simple state; you always could look like a dream without even trying. And even through your exhaustion you still give the camera and him the biggest, brightest smile. 

Yeah, it has to be this one. This is the beauty he does all this for.

Luckily it is a rather simple video to put together, he doesn’t have too much trouble getting it to look exactly like the others. He has to watch and rewatch it several times just to be sure he is happy with the product before he hits upload to his followers only. Being that you are the only person that follows him, that is exactly what he wants; he may have to be a bit secretive for work, but that doesn’t mean he can’t try and give you some normalcy.

To him you deserve the world and fuck if he isn’t going to try and give it to you.

He presses the button, the uploading dial in the upper hand corner spinning until it reaches 100%, and waits to see if you get it, hoping that it has the effect he wants in saying all he needs to for you to know how special you are to him.

Across the country, your phone buzzes with a random notification as you lay in bed. It's from Simon's account on TikTok saying he's made a new post. You can’t help how strange you think it is… He never posts anything on his account because he really only made one for you to send him stupid videos to watch whenever he needs to unwind and so it takes you by surprise to see that he has posted something. Opening the app curiously you go straight to check out what it is.

You are not prepared for the emotion that hits you the moment the video starts to play. It’s one of those military posts you have come across a couple of times while scrolling late at night, the ones that you have to quickly scroll past or risk crying at how sweet they are and how much they make you miss Simon. Now the heartfelt Hozier song is blasting through the speakers and it is for you.  

The sentiment behind the lyrics of the song mixed with the picture of him on his latest mission is almost too much. And of course he has picked the picture of you looking all natural, it’s like he can’t get enough of you when you don’t even try at all. You know better than anyone how Simon despises having his picture taken if it isn’t with you, so this a huge sign of just how deeply he cares. Instantly there is a stinging around the rims of your eyes as your vision shimmers. You let the video replay several times as the stray tears are let loose and stream heavily down your face.

Simon did this all for you.

Quickly you pull up your texting app and send him a message, hoping he’s still up to at least answer. You have to rub your eyes with the back of your hand to see the screen, but you type out your message as best you can.

I want you to know I'm crying right now because of you. Is that what you wanted? Make me something that has me crying?

A few minutes pass before your phone buzzes with a text from him, just as you finish wiping away more of the tears collecting on your cheeks. 

Guess you saw the video, yeah? I hope I did it right, sweetheart. Cause I fucking mean it.

You chuckle, swallowing down the lump of feelings that have lodged themselves in your throat, struggling not to start sobbing at how his sweet affection. Of all the things that could be said about Simon Riley, one that could never was that he didn't try his hardest when it came to loving you.

The emotion makes your hands quiver, but you text him back.

It is perfect, Simon. I love it. Really, you did so good.

Simon smiles to himself, glad that your deep connection allows him to share things like this with you. There is no one else that can see him like this, that he can allow his guard down around, and it feels nice to be this tender for the first time in his life. He truly feels as if he can be vulnerable, let himself love with his whole heart, and it is all because of you.

Maybe I'm going soft, but I wanted you to know that I am missing you like mad and that I hate I’m not there with you right now. Fuck, it's getting hard. Can't wait till you're back in my arms again, darling.

You close your eyes and press your lips to the screen as if he can feel your kiss through the screen.

Love you.

Not even a minute passes and the phone vibrates.

Love you too, my beautiful girl. I promise I'll be home soon.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #cod mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon #ghost simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley fluff #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x you #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost

[ink-splotch]

I ran across your reply in a post about Pippin’s version of Edge of Night, about how it was originally a happy song and he changed the lyrics and key to be sadder. Could you explain where he changed the lyrics? I can find plenty of sources for the changed version, but not for the original. Thanks!

Sure thing! In the book, the full version of the song goes like this. Frodo and his buds sing it as they hike across the Shire, before any of the bad stuff has really gone down at all:

Upon the hearth the fire is red, Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet, Still round the corner we may meet A sudden tree or standing stone That none have seen but we alone.   Tree and flower and leaf and grass,   Let them pass! Let them pass!   Hill and water under sky,   Pass them by! Pass them by!

Still round the corner there may wait A new road or a secret gate, And though we pass them by today, Tomorrow we may come this way And take the hidden paths that run Towards the Moon or to the Sun.   Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe,   Let them go! Let them go!   Sand and stone and pool and dell,   Fare you well! Fare you well!

Home is behind, the world ahead, And there are many paths to tread Through shadows to the edge of night, Until the stars are all alight. Then world behind and home ahead, We'll wander back to home and bed.   Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,   Away shall fade! Away shall fade!   Fire and lamp, and meat and bread,   And then to bed! And then to bed!

In Denethor's hall, in the movie, Pippin sings an adaption of that song. In Doylian terms here, Peter Jackson chose to change the words and tone; in Watsonian terms, which I much prefer in this case, Pippin took this fairly cheerful walking song that Denethor demanded of him and turns it into something befitting the world that Denethor is creating, allowing, and abetting in his realm:

Home is behind, the world ahead, And there are many paths to tread Through shadow to the edge of night Until the stars are all alight. Mist and shadow, cloud and shade, All shall fade, all shall fade.

Pippin first removes the section "then world behind and home ahead/we'll wander back to home and bed," which denies Denethor the comfortable hope and domestic happy ending he was demanding of the hobbit.

Then, with that removal, the lines of "all shall fade, all shall fade" do a very changed duty in Denethor's hall than the "away shall fade! away shall fade!" in the original. Instead of mist and shade fading, pushed back by fire and bread, by the comforts of home and a warm bed, the rendition in Denethor's hall rings melancholy and tragic-- the fading of good things, the fading of life, of homes and paths and light, of good men like Faramir.

Knowing the original, it's made all the more rich in meaning by Denethor crunching through his bread and tomatoes, at home in the seat of his power. This place, its fire and lamps, its meat and bread, its good men (cut to Faramir riding toward certain doom) -- they will fade under the coming shadow (Pippin even exchanges "twilight" for "shadow" in his off-cuff rewrite). Pippin is mourning them and trying to rekindle some of that sorrow and that horror in Denethor's heart.

He's been ordered to sing the cheery songs of his people to please the cold echoing hall of his freezing-hearted, fallen man -- and so he does, and he makes the song instead about the foregone fading of Denethor's house. Love it! A+ Peregrin Took.

#lotr #pippin #peregrine took

[tothosewhoyearnforit]

stress relief - itzy yeji

-word count: 3245 words (longest to date :D)

-the yeji fic from many weeks ago. i finally finished it. i have something special that's nearly done. (i promise this time. it was a collection of spare time over a few months)

-dom!yeji, aggresive blowjob, riding, doggystyle, sweaty sweaty sweaty, facial

The stale stench of the air conditioned office clung onto you as you entered the bar.

Being in the bar was the last place you’re supposed to be this month. After just receiving a promotion at your workplace, the workload placed on you gradually kept snowballing to a point of no return. But you couldn’t just give up. Well, first of all, you really needed this job. It paid well, now that you had the promotion. Furthermore, times are changing, there really isn’t very good job stability now and getting fired and being “free” was not to be an option. 

You should’ve been at home, working and completing the reports due next Monday and getting ready for the presentation on Wednesday. Then taking note of all the shipments and settling the deal with the customer from Italy. But eh, it was a Friday, one night wouldn’t hurt right ? 

Or so you thought.

Three quarters through your drink, at around what was probably 11pm, a show begins.

The lights were cut for a brief moment, before spotlights focused onto the pole in the middle of the room. And out comes 5 gorgeous vixen clad in jet black costumes. Then, the music cues. 

Guess who loves you, naya na.

It’s a really, really catchy song and it made the atmosphere super stiff, as if all five of the women were demanding attention and silence as they performed. 

Do I show you? Noya-no.

Okay, this is actually really good music. And good lord those women are gorgeous. 

Ajik time-i anya nan

Jom deo gakkai jom deo gakkai geureoda gapjagi ssak

The choreography too, jesus christ.

But in particular, one of the women is catching your eye. The way her luscious firey orange hair, jewelry embedded within, moves in perfect tandem with her body, which by the way, is absolutely killing it. Every single dance move, to the smallest body pop, is quite literally perfect. Flawless. She’s wearing a sleeveless top and it’s really turning you on. Her arms are so gracious, and you’d love to feel them all over your body. Her collarbones and neck, they’d look so much better with your lovemarks on them. And the little bit of breast peeking out from the top. It’s more than enough to get your heart racing, and you take another sip of your icy cold drink to properly brace yourself for whatever they have left in store.

Imma steal it mameul humcheo

You are gonna love me.

That’s absolutely incorrect. You’re more than loving them, you’re fucking captivated by them.

Gyeoljeongjeogil ttae ippareul deureonaeneun type 

And suddenly, the orangehead takes the stage. 

The lyrics become an absolute blur to your ears as all your mind is fixated on is the absolutely stunning woman. God, she fucking looks like a cat too. Those damn fucking eyes are so… succubus like. And after twirling her fingers in your direction, she suddenly does a slut drop, squatting while spreading her legs apart. Now your eyes are staring at her milky thighs that are on full display under the spotlight. A million things are running through your mind right now, and none of them was related to your work life in any sort of way.

You’ll never know.

Her left thigh moves,snapping you out of your momentary hypnosis and your eyes quickly dart back up and you see her staring at you, a smirk dashed across her face. 

The rest of the song plays on but your mind is now playing that same slut drop moment over and over again. Eventually, the song ends and all 5 of the women are panting, sweat starting to collect at their foreheads. They retreat behind the stage quickly and the rest of the club goes on like the performance of their lives didn’t just happen. 

.

.

Give or take 10 minutes, you are on the way back from a toilet trip. At your table, you are greeted with a very much welcome surprise. The same fiery haired girl is sitting in the seat opposite of yours, watching you make your way back to your seat. 

“Hey there oppa.” Her voice is a knife full of confidence, laced with venom. 

“H-hey. Nice performance out there.” You grab your drink again, needing a punch of ice to hide your nervousness. But it’s so hard to maintain composure, especially when your eyes are looking at everything but her own cat eyes. 

“I know. You clearly enjoyed it. Or rather, you enjoyed me.”

“Was I really that obvious?” That was definitely the alcohol talking. You would have said something like “Sorry” or “I didn’t mean to.”, but no, you were playing the fool, like an absolutely rizzless bastard.

“My group has 5 members, yet every time I moved position, your gaze was glued onto me.”

“Well, you are really, really hot.”

“Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”

Bring the glass to your mouth again, shit. It’s fucking empty.

“So, what’s a young office worker doing in our bar?” She asks, elbows on the table, her head supported by her cupped hands as she leans in. 

“Well, to be fair, I walked in thinking it was a regular bar. I just needed a drink to take my mind off of work.”

“Are we not a regular bar? Anything special about this bar?” She asks, clearly trying to poke at you, like a cat playing with a ball of yarn.

You take another awkward sip of your drink, which was just melting ice at this point.

The conversation continues hazily and you guys chat for what must be hours until the distance between both your faces was probably the size of your drink.

“Can't imagine how stressed you must be.” Her right hand falls into your left, fingers tracing your forearm as she whispers. “Want to get out of here? I’ll get rid of all your stress for you…”

Ah, an offer you couldn't refuse. Now that’s some business I don't mind getting done right now.

“Say less… Um, I didn't catch your name?”

“Name’s Yeji. Don't worry oppa, you're gonna be moaning my name all night.”

And in a flash, you're both out of the club and in your car. You don't waste a single second. Foot on the pedal and you're on the streets of Seoul, zipping past the buildings of the city. 

Yeji, in the meantime, has other plans.

She takes your hand, and places it on her thigh. You can feel her gaze, waiting to see what your next move is. Were you gonna retract your hand and focus on getting home quick and safely? Or were you gonna start the study of Yeji’s body right then and there?

Obviously the latter.

Your hand roams around the silky smooth skin of hers. Pinky occasionally dipping into the gaps in her pants and rubbing against her inner thigh. You hear Yeji suck in a deep breath, the horniness evidently getting to her.

Fuck, fucking red light!

You seize the opportunity to look at Yeji, she’s now grinding against your exploring hand and you can't help but sneak a finger into her pussy. 

Green light. And your foot is back on the pedal. Finally, you reach the last turn into your apartment.

As soon as you get out of the car and into the elevator, Yeji pounces on you. Your hands catch onto her thighs for stability. Your lips crash against one another, her teeth biting your lower lips. 

Ding. Elevator door opens.

Door. Open. Bedroom. Bed.

No time to even register a logical sequence of actions. You toss her against your bed. Yeji is now a panting sweaty mess, but it doesn't matter. She looks even more gorgeous with the thin layer of sweat across her skin. Collarbones, arms and armpits glistening with sweat. You pin her hands above her head and nibble on her neck. Then, tongue out, you start collecting the sweat, from her armpit, across her chest and then from the middle of her neck to behind her ear, where you whisper, “You taste fucking amazing.”

“I know.”

You reach behind and pull down the zipper leading right to her tailbone, then help the foxy girl out of the one piece top. You pause for a moment to take in the sight before you. A smoking hot dancer is lying on your bed in nothing but a strapless bra and a thin black thong and some knee high boots. Yeji’s body is fucking picture perfect. Tight midriff, perky breasts, juicy thighs, not to mention her pretty face.

“Let me put on a show oppa. Just for you.”

She gets off the bed and you take her spot on the edge of the bed. Yeji turns around and takes off the bra, placing it on the ground next to her. Then, she bends over, putting her perky ass on display for you as she pulls off the lacy thong from her slender toned legs.

“You know, I should charge extra for this performance.”

You wouldn’t mind paying any amount to see this performance if you were being honest. 

“Boots on or off oppa ?”

“On.”

Yeji then smiles, tosses her thong onto your face, allowing you to grab a deep whiff of her sex. In front of you, Yeji is back in her slut drop position, but this time it’s even more erotic because she’s wearing nothing but the boots. Her pussy is on full display as she spreads her legs open, with just a little bit of hair going down the middle.

“Fuck, Yeji…” Your cock was throbbing within the confines of your pants with her tiny little strip show.

“Told you you’d be moaning my name.”

Yeji then straddles your lap, looks into your eyes while unbuttoning your shirt. 

“Let’s get all that stress out of your body, oppa. Think about nothing but me, okay?”

“You don’t even need to ask Yeji-ah.”

You pepper her neck with kisses as she peels your shirt off. She then lowers herself, hands grazing across your body, down to your pants which she pulls down. Finally free, Yeji purrs when she sees your length. 

“Wow, it's huge, oppa. Can’t wait for it to be deep inside my pussy.”

She gathers some spit on her hand and uses that same hand to stroke your cock, taking a cold fingertip across your sensitive tip each time she reaches your head. Each swipe across sent you nine realms ahead. It wasn’t clear if it was the alcohol or Yeji’s pure skill at this, but all you could hear was the loud hammering of your heartbeat. Or maybe that was the lewd sound of her saliva being spread over your length. Then, after spontaneously deciding that your cock was ready for the onslaught that was to come, Yeji pushes both your legs off the ground and onto her shoulders and lets the front portion of your cock rest in her mouth. Your balance is shifted. You’re now staring at the ceiling, stimulation after stimulation speeding down your nerves from your cock to your brain. You feel her mouth bobbing up and down on your length, her skillful tongue working its way across its veiny landscape. You try to will yourself to get up to watch the spectacle happening before your eyes but the pleasure drags you the fuck back down and all you can do in response is let out weary breaths and sinful moans while your toes curl and leg muscles spasm. 

And your cock isn’t even all the way through.

Yeji plunges her head down like a vulture diving into the carcass of a dead buffalo, and you feel that sharp nose of hers bump into your pelvis. The sudden action takes you by surprise and, from god knows where this submissiveness came from, you arch your back and let out a sound that you swear to never to make again. You feel saliva coating your nutsack now but when Yeji slowly removes her mouth from your cock, letting the cool wind graze your cock, all you want to do is beg Yeji to put your cock back inside her mouth. But that need not be done, because as you have a brief moment to register the influx of sensations, she hungrily goes back down onto you. Her prey. You would kill to see her eyes right now, staring straight into your own as she watches you submit to her. But then again, from the amount of noise you were making, it was pretty evident that she had you in the palm of her hand. It was just twice. Just twice that the whole length of your cock was engulfed by her mouth, but it drived you to the absolute edge and you felt like your first load was about to come.

“Fuck, Yeji. I- I- I’m gonna fucking…”

Maybe you shouldn’t have given her the verbal cue. Because just as you feel the gates of heaven about to open, she quickly withdraws. The feeling of the climax fading away throughout your crotch. You look at her with a face of discontent, displeasure and anger.

“Can’t have you busting so soon,” she says, chuckling to herself as she climbs over your vulnerable naked body after kicking off her boots, rubbing circles on her slickening pussy. “I'll let you cum deep down my throat some other time.” 

She climbs over you and hovers above your crotch. Grabbing your stimulated, twitching cock in one hand, she lines it up with the folds of her pussy and in one fell swoop, with no prior warning that she was going to go all the way down in one shot, she sits on your pelvis, practically impaling her pussy with your cock. 

“Anggh! Fuck!” A sharp, shrill moan of pleasure erupts from her mouth as her ass rests on your pelvis. Your hands wondrously find their way to her toned sweaty thighs, grazing the muscle on it in pure wonder and amazement. 

“You’re so fucking hot Yeji ah, and so freaking tight!” The fiery redhead doesn’t say a word, but she continues the ride. Hands on your pectoral muscles, Yeji displays her body isolation skills learned from dance. Her gaze fixes onto yours once again as she moves her hips up and down and you can only imagine what her ass looks like as it does this motion. But imagination always becomes reality when Yeji is around. The sexual chemistry between the two of you is just perfect, or maybe Yeji just knows what you so desperately want but is too shy to voice out. She turns around, her hands resting on your legs this time as she does the same vertical wave motion with her hips once again. Her beautiful butt is like a hypnotic pendulum, your eyes fixed on the gorgeous peach in front of you, it’s just irresistible to slap. And so you do. 

Slap! 

“Angh!” Crimson locks of hair get flung up into the air as Yeji throws her head back in response.

You bring a palm down on the flesh and watch how it ripples in response, a red handprint faintly appearing at the spot that was struck. Such a goddamn vixen. Is the only thought that runs through your mind, perhaps the only thought that has been running through your mind the entire night as soon as you laid your eyes on the foxy woman. Her pulsing butthole intrigues you as her hips work their magic, and you can’t help but take your index finger, and slowly slide it into her puckered hole. As your finger snakes its way in, her anal walls clamp down on it until your whole finger up till your knuckle has been engulfed. 

“Holy shit! Just like that oppa! Stuff both my holes up!” 

You withdraw your finger and this time, using both your index and middle finger, you embark on yet another tight fit into her anal cavity. Yeji’s hips start to slow down as she reaches the pinnacle of her stimulation. 

“Fuck-ah! Cumming!”

Her body convulses violently and you feel her muscles contract around your submerged fingers and your cock. You give her alluring buttcheeks another firm slap that echoes throughout the darkness of the night and watch as she slowly climbs off of you.

“You haven’t cum yet oppa…”, she whines, still in her lustful trance. “And my pussy is still yearning for a good pounding.” She wiggles her hindparts in front of you in a doggy position, spreading her pussy lips for you to see. You line yourself up behind her, give that gorgeous ass of hers another firm slap before sending your cock back into its rightful embrace. 

“Oh fuck…” Your cock’s reentering of Yeji’s tight pussy is like getting back into the swimming pool after being exposed to the cool air for too long. Warm. Wet. Refreshing. Her vaginal muscles are still so full of vigor despite having just came, almost as if they were desperately trying to wring you dry. Her scarlet nails dug into the bedsheets as you picked up a steady pace of thrusting your hips. From the back, you bunched up her fiery hair into a makeshift ponytail while your other hand rested nicely on her hip.

“That’s it! Fuck me harder! Use me as your fucking stress relief toy oppa!” That entire dialogue was more than a green light to you. Tightening your core to its limits, you picked up the pace, slamming your hips ever so desperately, with Yeji letting out a raspy moan with every smack that reverberated throughout the night. 

“Holy- Angh! FUCK! I’m gonna cum oppa! I’m gonna fucking cum!” Yeji cries out. Her pussy constricts around your cock for the second time of the night, this time an erotic geyser of squirt ensues, covering your thighs in her slick. Your own orgasm starts to surface. Pulling out of her pussy, you flip Yeji onto her back and climb over her. You point your cock at her and aggressively jerk yourself off to the finish line. 

“That's it. Cum for me. Cover me in your cum oppa. Paint your slut in-”

Yeji is interrupted by streaks and streaks of cum erupting from your cock in what must be your biggest orgasm to date, painting her sharp features, her chin, nose and eyes. The sweaty, panting mess sticks out her sharp tongue in an attempt to collect some food samples. 

“Oh, fuck… Yeji ah.” is all you manage to squeeze out as the last drops of your semen land on her face. 

“Gosh, you sure came a lot.” 

You collapse beside her, both of you sweaty messes. “What can I say? I had a lot of stress pent up inside me.”

Yeji gets up, and walks away from the bed. You still lay there, utterly spent, watching her hypnotizing body sway from left to right.

“Where are you going?”

“To the shower you dummy.”

A brief moment of silence follows as you are unsure of how to reply. Do you join her? Maybe she’s tired and doesn’t want round two.

But your thoughts get interrupted as she makes the choice for you.

“Oppa, are you not joining me?”

Suddenly, your body is full of vigor once more as you imagine the two of you soaped up together in the shower, feeling each other and exploring more of each other’s body. You excitedly hop off the bed and scurry to the shower. It was going to be a long, long night.

#smut #kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #male reader #itzy smut #yeji smut

[licorice-tea]

I Think I Love You!

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x reader, Platonic Straw Hats & reader

Content: Strawhat!reader, cursing/strong language, kissing, Law has trouble with accepting his feelings, reader is a schemer and plotter fr, misunderstandings / miscommunication but more funny than angsty, fluff, idiots in love <3

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: this is a song fic based on “I Think I Love You!” by the Partridge Family lol, so the indented parts are song lyrics! also i wrote this between like 2 and 5 am… please forgive me for any grammar mistakes😭

This morning

Law cannot stand being a guest on the Thousand Sunny. He wakes up in the library- he must have fallen asleep there last night- and can already hear shouting from above deck. Why are they causing such a commotion this early on in the day? To him, the reason is simple: because the Straw Hat Pirates are inarguably the loudest, most annoying, chaotic bunch of-

thump thump thu-thump thump… knock knock!

Pushing the door to the library open with your back, you carefully turn while entering the room to reveal a serving tray in your hands.

Your voice rings out in the mostly silent room- save for the noise coming from the deck of the Thousand Sunny. “Hey, Law? Sanji made coffee for the girls and I, so I had him make you a cup t- oh.”

You smile to yourself upon seeing the ally captain, Law, fast asleep at one of the library desks. (Or at least, he looks like he’s asleep.) Wordlessly, you set the tray down beside him.

“He looks cute like this,” you think, “calm.”

On your way out, you pause and grab a sticky note from a drawer in another desk. You decide to jot down a little note rather than wake him. But, unbeknownst to you, Law is already awake and staring at your back.

Ok, so… there might be one exception to his feelings of contempt toward the Straw Hats.

And maybe it’s because he wants to let you fulfill your kind mission, or maybe he just panics, but when you turn around he closes his eyes again. You stride back across the library to his desk makeshift bed, and stick the note on the tray as quietly as possible. Law can feel the soft exhale of your breath fanning over him, knowing you’re probably smiling. Soon after, he hears the door open and close softly, and decides it’s safe to sit up and open his eyes again.

I woke up with this feeling

His tired eyes scan over your words with the tiniest hint of a smile: “Sanji made coffee! + There’s milk and sugar in separate cups, b/c I’m not sure how you like it. -y/n :)”

To think, you went out of your way to ask that dumbass cook to make a cup for him, too? Then you had arranged it so neatly- and written the sweetest goddamn little note… Well, it was really just a simple explanation of the tray sitting before him, but it was cute because it came from you. He knew you wrote it out of care and concern for him, not to mention your own kindness. And- as he allows his mind to wonder while staring at his untouched coffee- he thinks that maybe you did it out of love.

“Wait, no, that’s crazy.” All this time around Straw Hat and his crew must be getting to him. Law tries to remedy his outlandish idea that you might feel for him the way he does for you by starting on the coffee you brought him. He doesn’t usually take milk or sugar in his coffee, but since you went out of your way, he adds a splash of the former and a small cube of the latter. And suddenly, his mind is wandering again…

What a kind thing to do for someone. This makes him feel sure of his previous notion once again- that you just might love him. You have to. Because he’s falling in love with you, slowly but surely, and…. oh. Fuck. He loves you.

Law curses himself. Realizing he’s falling in love is NOT how this day should start. Or any day, for that matter.

I didn’t know how to deal with

Though he got at least 6 hours of sleep (which is around 3 more than usual for the surgeon), and drained his coffee cup, Law’s head is aching. It’s a result of stress, most likely. Because, ever since he came to the terrifying realization that he’s falling for you, he can’t stop thinking about it (love, you, etc.)

Your smile is one of his favorite things, for example. It ranges anywhere from bright (like on the night he cracked a single joke while the two of you kept watch from the crows nest, and suddenly you outshone the stars while laughing) to sweet (when you accept a compliment from the love cook with a shy expression), with at least a dozen more variations.

And your eyes… God, he needed to stop thinking about you. He can barely concentrate now; what did he even plan on doing today?

Law decides then, that if he’s to get anything done at all, he’ll need to push all thoughts of you to the backburner.

And so I just decided to myself

“This is a foolproof plan,” Law thinks to himself, “one of my best yet.”

He’s most definitely lying to himself, but is it really lying if the liar themself believes the lie?

“Shit. Even that doesn’t make sense.” Whatever, he just needs to concentrate on something- anything other than you.

So Law, stubborn as ever, uses this trait to his advantage by becoming dead set on not thinking of you at all. He does so by ignoring you when you pass by each other in the halls of the Thousand Sunny, not meeting your eye when you offer a friendly smile over dinner, even straight up ignoring you once when you knocked on the door to his room. He knows it was you because you have this habit of making a short tune out of knocks-

No! He absolutely can’t think of you. Law has already made up his mind, and under no circumstances can he backtrack.

I’d hide it to myself

Law is very obviously hiding something, you’re just not sure what.

It’s like his demeanor toward you changed overnight. Before his switch up, the two of you had been spending a large portion of your days together. And sure, there aren’t many people to choose from for company when you’re at sea, but you took pride in the fact that Law still wanted to be around you.

It had taken a little time for the Captain of the Heart Pirates to open up at first- which you didn’t mind at all, some people are simply more reserved than others- but once he did, your purely physical attraction to the man grew into a head spinning crush. So, once you gained the confidence, you began flirting and showing him how you felt in careful ways.

And it had seemed like it was working! He engaged in meaningful conversations with you, started sharing sly compliments and jokes and looks, would always sit beside you at dinner- or directly across from you if both adjacent seats were taken- and didn’t seem to mind trading in his late night reading for keeping watch from the crows nest with you. All signs had pointed to him at least thinking of you as a friend, if not reciprocating your feelings for him.

So why the hell is he ignoring you all of a sudden? Whatever the reason, you intend to find out.

And never talk about it

After consulting with your team (Nami, Usopp, and Robin- the most emotionally intelligent people and/or those with the most relationship experience on the crew), you decide to confront Law. “It would be best to be straightforward and honest,” is the consensus the four of you came to.

But, it proves to be harder than you thought since he is still avoiding you. You’ve taken to hanging around the kitchen because everyone has to go there at some point, as everyone gets hungry or thirsty, but Law never shows. How is he getting his morning coffee if he never goes to the kitchen? It bewilders you; how he’s managing to sneak by you on your own ship. (On the second day of trying to catch him, you realize that he can, in fact, use his devil fruit abilities to avoid walking around the ship and simply teleport into the kitchen instead.)

The next day, you decide to hang around inside the kitchen. Sanji doesn’t mind one bit, and you think that Law is sure to pay a visit at one point or another.

And he does! You don’t even have to wait long, because early in the morning- around 6:30 am or so- he teleports in with a flash of blue light and greets Sanji with a nod. However, he doesn’t take notice of you sitting on a stool at the kitchen island.

“Just as I suspected.” You mentally pat yourself on the back for your sleuthing skills.

Law walks to the counter to grab a mug and pour a steaming cup from the pot the chef had just brewed, when you speak up.

“Morning, Law.”

He nearly drops his mug before turning around to see you, sitting at the kitchen island, with your own cup of coffee. (He notes how yours is a much lighter shade, and you’ve added ice and whipped cream. It fits you, he thinks, to prefer something sweeter. Great, just another reason why you could never like him the way he likes you.)

Law had purposefully been using his devil fruit and any other means to avoid you these last couple of days; yet here you are, looking at him with your knowing gaze. He was sure that you had caught on to his avoidance, because you’re perceptive like that, he just didn’t expect you to outsmart him like this. It’s enough to drive him crazy inside; like everything about you drives him crazy. (In some strange and foreign way that makes him yearn to be around you, but forces him to push you away.)

He mumbles out a quick “Morning.” and tries not to look as caught as he feels.

This is where you realize the flaw in your plan to confront Law: Sanji is also there. And despite the love you have for your crewmate, you don’t really want to do this in front of him.

So, when Law leaves just moments later, you follow.

And didn't I go and shout it

“Law! Wait up!” You call from a few paces behind him.

Though he doesn’t wait, he responds, “What?”

“What do you mean what? You’re being weird, and I want to know why!”

Law finally slows down, but only to open the door to the library, “I’m not being weird. Go away, y/n.” He states simply, then tries to close the door, but you hold it open.

When you walked into my room

You follow Law into the library- the room he has begun to frequent and sort of staked his claim on ever since he became a guest on board the Thousand Sunny.

With equal fervor, you respond; “Then why are you avoiding me? And straight up ignoring me when I try to talk to you? Because it’s really fucking rude. We’re friends, you know, and I thought-“

“We can’t be friends.” his voice is cold.

“Oh… Oh.” You think you understand now. “That’s so dumb, Law. Like, really stupid actually. Our friendship doesn’t depend on this alliance, if that’s why you-“

“It’s not!”

“Stop cutting me off! Ugh, just…” you sigh, clearly frustrated, “just tell me what’s going on then, please.”

He looks at you, your arms crossed and jaw set tightly. One might take your expression for angry upon first inspection, but there’s just a hint of sadness in your eyes and furrowed brows. He doesn’t want to ever see you like this- especially not because of something he’s done.

“I think I love you!”

This is it. He’s going to confess his feelings to you and ruin everything. You’ll probably hate him, never want to see him again, and that will just make it a hundred times harder to endure the remainder of his alliance with the Straw Hats.

“Well.. We can’t be friends because I…” Where was confidence and blatant disregard for the opinions of others when Law needed it?

You tilt your head and quirk a brow, giving him a quizzical look. The knowledge that you would never judge him so harshly; nor do anything to purposely hurt him, wasn’t doing much for his nerves right now, but it would have to do. He just needs to spit it out and get this over with now.

“I think I love you.”

You blink a few times as your eyes widen in clear surprise. Are you upset… or happy? He can’t tell, so he quickly corrects himself; “Uh- I’m falling in love with you. I think.”

(I think I love you)

Your frown grows into a small smile before the curve of your lips opens up into a much happier, brighter grin. And you laugh in a way that’s practically melodic to Law, which allows him to finally release the breath he’s been holding.

“I… I think I love you too, Law. Or I’m falling.” You emphasize the word like it’s an inside joke, just between the two of you. “It’s hard to tell.”

“…Yeah.”

“So… that’s why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“I’m, uh, sorry. I didn’t-“

Law stops when he feels the gentle press of your lips on the corner of his mouth. It’s barely a kiss, but you’re so incredibly warm and soft that he really doesn’t care that it only lasts 3 seconds. (Though, he would very much like it if you did it again. He makes a mental note to kiss you back with more certainty, should he get the chance.)

“It’s ok.” You tell him after you pull away.

He nods slowly- it’s probably the first time you’ve ever seen him in such a flustered state- before hesitantly leaning in again to close the distance between your lips. He tilts your jaw with one hand, and his other comes to rest on the small of your back. But he waits for you, like asking for your permission, which you grant him by parting your lips slightly. Then Law finally kisses you; it’s slow and a little unsure at first, but he quickly gets caught up to speed. You both find yourselves lost in the other as the whole exchange becomes more passionate, albeit a little aggressive and clumsy.

And this time, the kiss lasts much longer than 3 seconds.

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[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

I saw that your requests are open so I wanted to ask if you could write something for Charles Leclerc with All of the Girls You Loved Before by Taylor Swift, please 🙏 ❤️ you can ignore this if you want.

All The Girls You Loved Before - Charles Leclerc

First of all, I want to apologise SOOOO much, this has been in my requests for agggggeeeeessss. I am so so so sorry. I promise I wasn't ignoring it, I just couldn't remember the song off the top of my head or the lyrics and I kept forgetting to check.

But here is it. I hope you like it after such a long wait :)

Bit of a slow burn. across...nearly all of Charles' relationships. For the purposes of the timeline we're pretending Charles and Alex were short-lived to step aside for y/n.

2019

Y/n tilts her head as she watches the young Ferrari driver walk in, crowded with attention. He's not had any shortage of attention but something that most people over look is Charles' way with his girlfriend Giada.

Four years together now and there's even been rumours about him possibly having proposed.

To y/n she wishes she had that. Not just a relationship, but that exact relationship with Charles.

She just started an internship for RedBull's marketing team but her focus is solely on Charles Leclerc. The rookie who got lucky and broke every rule that Ferrari has for their drivers, choosing experience over the risk of a fresh face. His rookie year in Sauber and blatant skills earned him a seat in Ferrari and in recent history the youngest Ferrari driver, over all the second youngest.

"Y/n." Pierre calls making her whip her head around away from his friend. "What are you doing?"

"Oh uhh...nothing just looking around." Y/n lies earning a nod as she shoots him a smile. "Do you want to help choose the pictures to post for your track walk?"

And like that, those feelings are tucked away from sight. Hopefully for her crush on the man who is in a relationship to be pushed aside until it disappears into nothing.

2020

Despite Charles breaking up with Giada, he's dating a new girl. Charlotte, who is probably the most perfect person for him. He seems happy and the way he and Charlotte interact is proving harder and harder for y/n.

They've also formed a bit of a casual friendship, slightly more than acquaintances but he doesn't got out of his way to speak to her.

"You are staring again." Max whispers into her ear making her gasp and jump, turning around quickly. Max caught on quickly to the newly appointments social media assistant's crush when they came back from covid lockdown.

"Shut up." Y/n frowns nudging him away. "I'm not staring anyway, I'm thinking about how much happier social media teams looking in other teams. Probably because they don't have to deal with you."

"You should just tell him." Max states making her scoff.

"He is in a happy long term relationship and he is a good enough boyfriend that he wouldn't cheat."

Well if rumours aren't truth then that's the case, but if they are maybe Charles would cheat.

2021

Y/n sighs as she looks at Charles struggle his way through yet another race. It's safe to say that Ferrari just didn't deliver with the car this year.

Charlotte isn't here either.

Now, y/n never reaches out to make a conversation with Charles. But he does spot her and stop by her at the Red Bull unit.

"Hello, y/n. How have you been?" Charles greets making her looking up from the phone she'd quickly diverted her gaze when he looked at her. Definitely catching her but he's too polite to address it.

"I'm good...how are you? Settling in well with the new teammate? Max was saying about how Carlos was a great teammate in Toro Rosso."

"I like him as a teammate-I do miss Seb-"

"But the two are you are good friends." Y/n nods, ignoring the flutter in her chest as she speaks with him. "So is there no Charlotte this weekend?"

"Ah, no she is busy with her studies. But she will come to the next one. We don't really get to spend as much time together as it looks like. When she does come to the races, it's hard to really pay attention to her with everything else going on." Charles admits, not even sure why he's opening up about it but maybe he needed to just say it to someone.

"Charles...is everything ok?" Y/n asks softly before she swallows thickly knowing really they aren't close enough for her to push him for more information.

"Yes, of course. Is everything ok with you?" He asks looking like he genuinely wants her to answer with no lie.

"I'm great. Just working like always." Y/n nods in gesture to her phone and laptop. "Making Max part take in social media stuff or get pictures of him that he doesn't try to purposely sabotage is harder than you'd think."

"I can imagine." Charles chuckles before his phone buzzes. "Speaking of sometimes difficult. I have to go. I'll see you later, y/n."

"Oh yeah, um see you later." Y/n nods feeling her face burn, but he's already gone answering his phone in French which is beyond her knowledge of language. Though she'd love to be taught French.

2022

Charles has broken up with Charlotte and is single.

Max has been poking her about getting the courage to go and try with Charles.

But it felt like the wrong time and instead she decided to just befriend him properly, hoping to at least become a more significant person in his life and get to know him more.

No progress in the romance side but their friendship is blooming.

"Y/n." Charles smiles spotting her in the paddock as he arrives only just behind her making her turn quickly and smile tiredly. "Oh you look tired, are you alright?"

"Yeah...Red Bull has a lot going on with a competition for the livery and it's more complicated to arrange Than the social media manager thought so instead...I've been told to handle it."

"You can always hide away in the Ferrari unit...we might need to get you a disguise." Charles jokes then putting an arm around her in a one armed hug that she does slightly fall into.

"One day I might just take you up on that. Purely out of curiosity of what it's like in there." Y/n giggles before she looks at him.

"You are always welcome...just not in your uniform."

"Well, maybe I'll get the courage to accept the invitation one day." Y/n hums, eyes lighting up while Charles smiles at her. "I should go, but I'm sure I'll see you later...especially if I'm running to hide from Christian and Max."

2023

Despite what felt like progress, coming into 2023. Charles had a new girlfriend. She's perfect and honestly y/n was sure that no other woman would be nearly adequate for Charles after that.

They didn't grow to have the same closeness in the beginning of 2023 as they did at the end of 2022. Y/n invested making Red Bull's social media and also taking on the duties of Max's accounts via his request since apparently he trusts her.

But then Alex stopped appearing shortly after Silverstone and Charles' efforts to get y/n's attention were active again. In fact they weren't just active, they were painfully obvious to everyone else in the paddock.

"You realise Charles is trying to get your attention right?" Danny states as he joins the Red Bull guys for yet another social media post.

It's getting more and more obvious to y/n (and the res of the world) with every request for y/n that post Danny on social media, he could be making his return to the Red Bull team faster than Checo understands.

"I wouldn't-"

"None of your business." Y/n states cutting Max off since the world reigning world champion has learned the hard way not to talk about it.

It’s not as if y/n is really mad about it she just doesn’t want other people in her business. The paddock can be a cruel place to recieve judgement especially on relationship or in this case not a relationship.

“Told you.” Max sighs while y/n smiles gamely and raises her middle finger only for Danny to capture the moment between the two on camera.

“Say hello to Instagram.” Danny instructs earning a fake smile.

Only a couple hours later, y/n is with Charles again and this time around Charles seems to be building up to something.

"Y/n, I was thinking. We should go on a date." Charles states making her look at him in shock of the fact he even asked.

"I'd love to." Nearly 5 years of crushing on this man and this could actually finally be the dream come true.

They arrange the date for after the race and it turns into the first of many. Then they start travelling together and by the São Paulo gp, the two are inseparable unless in the paddock when they both have to divide to their teams.

But what really made headlines was "Charles Leclerc switches teams for romance? Ferrari driver spotted kissing Red Bull dressed team member"

Y/n yawns waking up beside Charles grinning as yet another morning proves this isn't a dream but's it's real. She really is waking up with a man that she'd always thought would be the perfect partner but always just beyond her reach.

"You are staring." Words he says too much, but has no idea he is not the only one to say it when it comes to her watching Charles with unwavering eyes.

"I like looking at beautiful things." Y/n's smiles before she giggles when he looks at her raising an eyebrow. "Good morning."

"Good morning, mon amour." Charles smiles moving over to her and kissing her softly. "You are so beautiful. But you never let me stare."

"Because it's intimidating when you stare. It's like you're looking into my soul and finding things I didn't even know existed there."

Y/n isn't foolish enough to think that she's the only one fortunate enough to love Charles, but she knows for certain not one of those girls before loved Charles the way that she loves him. But even more than that, Charles loves her in a way that he's never loved another girl before too.

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[asterias-record-shop]

star, doll, goddess, muse — (r.a.b., m.r., t.n., l.b.)

Your boyfriend Regulus was the hottest guy in school, and the rest of his band mates were definitely up there too. When he asked you to be part of his band as a singer, you didn’t expect his band to be a part of your entire relationship as well. 3.1K words – happy birthday bestie! @nastyyavenuee

“Reggie, I don’t like the lyrics,” you sighed as you pressed your face into the pillow, throwing your notebook across the bed. “They don’t fit the mood of the song.”

“What do you mean, darling?” Regulus looked up from strumming his bass, raising a brow. “I thought you liked them.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “That was before Enz started adding all of those drums and now it sounds like a sex song.”

Regulus grinned. He only grinned like that with you, specifically when he had dirty thoughts. “Oh yeah? What kind of sex song?”

At first, you didn’t really realize what he was asking. “Come on! Mattheo wrote, ‘perfect skin glimmering as she pleads, stars running down her cheeks as she screams?’ That is literally fucking someone and making them cry.”

Regulus stood, setting his bass down and walking over, coming behind you as you shifted to lay on your stomach. He softly kissed your shoulder blade as you continued to mumble the lyrics under your breath.

“I don’t even have any lines to sing! And what is this? It’s you, She’s my star, she’s his doll, and then it switches to Matty, she’s my goddess, she’s his muse, and she’s all of our- *laugh.* What the hell does that mean? Laugh in asterisks? What does that mean?!”

He laughed softly as he continued to kiss your skin, humming softly. “Think, my star,” he mumbled, continuously kissing against the back of your neck. “Just think… my darling star.”

You inhaled deeply, swallowing. “This… it’s about me?”

He laughed. “Of course it’s about you, doll… who else would it be about?”

You smiled, leaning your head back onto his shoulder as he slipped his fingers under your hips to slightly lift you up. He positioned himself above you as he helped support your now lifted ass, slipping a pillow under your hips.

“I don’t think it was the best…” you inhaled as he lifted your skirt, his tongue trailing along your shoulder. “To expose me like that.”

“Expose you?” Regulus laughed. “How is it exposing you when you’re always so obvious?”

“Obvious?” You scoffed slightly, unable to stop yourself from giggling slightly. “How is it so obvious?”

He laughed, using one hand and keeping you up before he started to undo his zipper with a soft groan. “Look how you don’t even protest or anything… you’re so used to just being lifted up and used.”

A sharp inhale leaves your mouth as he softly begins to roll his hips, letting his cock rub against your bare cunt as he groans softly. “Come on, you know that… you know that when we started opening up the relationship, I had to be ready… at all times…”

“Oh, I know,” he groaned, slowly sipping inside with a sharp inhale. “Fuck, you’re so perfect… so perfectly stretched, who fucked you last?”

You groaned as he steadily rolled his hips, moaning as he kneeled down behind you. “M-Matty… Matty fucked me last.”

He hummed, groaning as his thrusts got more collected, easing into a steady rhythm as you dug your nails into the pillow. “You like his dick better than mine?”

Oh, you liked all of their cocks for different reasons. Mattheo’s dick was the perfect blend between girth and length, Regulus’ cock was mainly length, Enzo’s was more on the shorter side with a larger girth, and Theo’s cock was perfect on both length and thickness, but he kept himself prettily groomed.

“N-No-!” You gasped as he snapped his hips forward, roughly fucking you into your cunt, groaning into your ear. “R-Reggie!”

“Mmm, such a perfect cunt,” he murmured into your ear, groaning softly. “Dammit… mhm, I’m going to love watching my cum drip down your thighs as you play that guitar.”

You blushed madly, inhaling as you tilted your head back. “Oh my goodness…”

He laughed again, groaning as he started to move faster, his hot breath fanning your ear as you pushed your hand back to hold his head with a soft whine. “My star, you’re so fucking perfect…”

“F-Fuck, I love it, I love it…” you whined mindlessly, rutting your hips back into his as he groaned.

“There you go, keep fucking yourself back onto me,” he moaned, pulling you closer as he kissed the back of your neck. “Come on.”

You moaned loudly as you tilted your head back onto his shoulder, whining as he continued to roll his hips, fucking into you faster as you felt your stomach start to twist and clench. “R-Reggie-!”

“I know baby, I know… cum, cum on my cock… and then I’m going to fill you up so much that you’re going to be leaking.”

You whined as his hand slipped under you, his fingers rubbing against your clit roughly in a circle as you choked softly, tilting your head back as his face ducked down to kiss against your neck. You could feel your orgasm getting close at the added stimulation, whimpering softly as he continued to rut his hips roughly, groaning into your ear.

He felt your cunt clenching around his cock, a telltale sign that you were about to cum as he continued to rut his hips. “Fuck, you get so tight…”

Your mind was blurred as you whined softly, unable to think of anything else. Your stomach was clenching as you neared your orgasm, his loud grunts barely able to be heard over the ringing of your ears – fucking hell, you were so close.

“R-Reggie…”

He groaned as he twisted your clit, just rough enough for you to get pushed over the edge, cumming as you whined loudly. As you came, your walls clamped down on him, pushing him over the edge as well for him to cum into you.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you whined loudly, your stomach burning as you came on his cock, his cum slowly pumping into you. The hot ropes of cum made your stomach twist as he continued to languidly roll his hips, tilting his head forward as he moaned into the crook of your neck.

“Fucking hell, my pretty star… you drive me crazy…”

You whined softly as you held onto your pillow, his lips pressing to your head against the sweaty hairs stuck to your skin. “Take a rest, baby… we have band practice later.”

You hummed softly as he stayed inside of you, closing your eyes as he helped your body steadily lay against your bed before kissing your head again. He doesn’t pull out, not that you wanted him to, steadily holding his weight above you as you softly kissed his cheek.

“I love you,” you whisper softly into his ear, humming.

“I love you too, my beautiful star,” he whispered back, kissing your head again as sleep slowly took over.

When you woke up, Regulus was dressed and you had some new clothes on. It was Theo’s favorite outfit, a yellow plaid skirt with a black button down that had Theo’s initials engraved on it, as well as some black blocky heels that covered your fishnet leggings.

Almost on cue, Theo walked out of the restroom, smiling at you. “Hello, my muse,” he smiled, humming as he walked over, rubbing his head with a towel. “Good nap?”

You hummed, leaning your head into his kiss as he softly held your cheek. “Yeah. Good nap.”

“Good, my muse,” he mumbled as he ducked down to softly kiss your lips, smiling. “I got you dressed so you could go and sit with us in the astronomy tower while we practice.”

You paused slightly, tilting your head as he softly puckered his lips to yours again as he continued to talk. Oh, Theo was always good with his mouth. “I’m not going to practice?”

He hummed, shaking his head as he kissed the corner of your lips. “No my muse, this is our song for you.”

You smiled as you leaned into his chest, humming softly. “Fine. Help me up.”

And he does, helping you stand against him before Regulus walked over and pulled you onto his hip. “Good morning, my star.”

You smiled as you leaned into him. “It’s not morning, Reggie.”

“Well you just woke up,” he hummed in response as the three of you walked out, Theo leaning closer to you. “It’s only right to say good morning.”

“Is it though?” Theo said playfully, smiling as his eyes trail over your chest to see his initials monogrammed onto the shirt you wore.

“Shut up,” Regulus snapped in annoyance, pushing Theo’s head away as he ducked down to give you a kiss.

“I’m agreeing with you, my muse. I feel like that should get me a kiss…”

He puckers his lips as you blushed madly, pushing him away as you cover your mouth. What was so bad about the school not knowing you fucked four guys?

Honestly, it wasn’t bad. You weren’t embarrassed. You just knew that as soon as everyone knew, they would never let anyone forget.

The entire flight up the stairs, Regulus tried to push Theo off of you as he kissed you repeatedly. Normally, he didn’t mind too much, but this time, he minded more than usual because Theo was obviously getting horny with your clothes on him.

You giggled as you walked into the rehearsal room, biting your lip as his hands pulled your waist into his own, kissing against your neck as he groaned into your ear.

“Fuck, I want to fuck you so bad,” he mumbled into your ear, groaning softly as you pushed your hand back to cup his face. “You’re so beautiful…”

“Go play,” you smiled, gasping as you felt a slight spark of electricity run up your finger, and when you looked up, Mattheo was already sweating as he set down his guitar and walked toward you, holding your hips tightly and pulling you in for a firm kiss. “Did you shock me?”

He hummed, nodding as you spoke into his mouth, groaning softly as he pulled your waist into his and groaned into your mouth. “Hell yeah I did,” he mumbled, tilting his head as he pulled you closer. “Wanted your attention on me-”

You yelped as someone dragged you away from him, Enzo grinning as he cupped your face and pulled you in for a firm kiss. “Didn’t want you to forget about me…” his fingers slipped under your skirt, sliding down to where your cunt was still bare besides thin strips of the fishnets. You gasped as he bit his lip, groaning softly as he slipped his fingers into you. “Oh you’re fucking filled…”

“Quit it!” Regulus gets on stage, grabbing his bass that he must have brought earlier. “We have to practice.”

Enzo rolled his eyes, giving you one more kiss. “Boss is calling, doll,” he smiled, chuckling slightly. “Go sit down, we brought you up a couch.”

You smiled, humming as you kissed him again. “Okay.”

So you moved to sit down, the boys getting behind their instruments before Regulus jumped down, throwing something at you. At first you didn’t realize what it was, blushing when you saw the pink vibrator as he held up the remote.

“Play with yourself as we play your song. Makes it better.”

You weren’t going to say no, especially when you knew that he was going to let all of them take turns with the remote, and they always looked so hot when they played their instruments.

So, you laid back on the couch, watching as they correlated which parts went to who. Of course Regulus would say that you were his star and Matty would say you’re his goddess, along with the very explicit crying parts and all of them joined in for the chorus – even Theo who played the drums – but the rest of the parts were still open.

As you watched them argue, you got more and more turned on, slowly sliding the small vibrator up and down your slit. They slowly began mumbling instead of arguing, letting you capture their attention as they moved to settling the actual sound of the song.

At first, you don’t notice the missing guitar, still mindlessly pressing the vibrator to your clit as you smear the cum dripping out of you all around your puffy cunt lips, until a hand softly touches against your knee. Your eyes snapped open, stomach clenching as Enzo crawled toward you. You inhaled as he softly kissed against your thigh, kneeling in front of you. “Y-You should be practicing…”

“I should be,” he whispered, gently licking against your puffy lips as you whimpered softly, inhaling sharply as he parted your thighs. “But you look so pretty like this…”

You inhaled sharply as he took the vibrator from between your fingers, rubbing his fingers along your stretched cunt as you put your ankles over his shoulders, moaning as he brushed his tongue along your slit to lick up the cum. “I want you… I want you so bad…”

You moaned as you lifted your hips, letting him slide his hands under your thighs and pull you closer, his mouth enclosing your entrance and his fingers pushing into you.

A wail fell from your mouth as he did so – Enzo was always good with his fingers.

His tongue joined in with his tongue, groaning as he started to lick up the mixed cum that fell from your pretty cunt, his mouth eagerly opening and closing against your cunt before lapping at the newly formed essence that dripped out. “So… fucking… good,” he moaned, tilting his head back as he stroked your slit and started to rub at your clit with his other hand. “Fuck… you always taste so good, doll, so so good…”

“E-Enzo…” You whimpered, tilting your head back as he rutted his hips. “Pl-Please, don’t stop, please don’t stop…”

“I won’t,” he mumbled, groaning softly, pushing his face deeper into your now ripped fishnets. “Oh fuck doll…”

You whined, bucking your hips as you held the back of his head, unable to register the pausing of the music. You were too focused on his mouth to register Mattheo coming behind you, gasping as you felt something prod against your mouth. Your eyes flew open, looking up to stare at Mattheo’s pretty cock.

Mattheo was very good with his cock.

He smiled down at you, gently patting your lips with the tip of his cock. “Open your mouth, my goddess,” he hummed, leaning forward slightly. “And suck me off.”

Regulus pulled your hand to his cock, humming with a slight bite of his lip. “Come on. Put all of your body to work.”

Almost on cue, Theo came to your other side, pulling your hand to his cock.

“All of you,” he groaned, bucking his hips as Enzo grazed his teeth against your clit, making your hips jolt. “Make all of us feel so fucking good.”

You opened your mouth obediently, gagging softly as Mattheo pushed into your mouth, eyes rolling back as Regulus and Theo spitting into your hand as you felt Enzo’s mouth push closer to your entrance.

You started to pump his cock, gagging on Mattheo’s as he gently rolled his hips, groaning loudly. He inhaled deeply as you bobbed your head steadily, Theo and Regulus thrusting their hips into your hand. “Fuck, my star, you know just how to treat us…”

You choked as Enzo’s fingers got rougher inside of you, his other hand moving down to your ass. You gagged as you felt your eyes roll back into your head, his hands soaked from your wetness in your cunt, slowly pushing into your back entrance so that one of the boys could use you later. Your head couldn’t have tilted back more as Mattheo continued to use your throat like a fleshlight as he moaned loudly.

Regulus and Theo never paused in their thrusts, wrapping their hands around yours to keep your grip tight on their cock as you spread cum and precum up and down their shafts. Enzo continued to use his fingers to stretch out both of your entrances, your hips rolling back and forth to keep both of them inside of you, Enzo’s mouth never leaving your pussy.

He was sloppily eating you out, saliva and cum dripping down your slit down to the cushions of the couch as Regulus started to speed up. This was his second orgasm of the day, so he was definitely going to get closer faster than the rest of them.

Enzo wasn’t even close, Mattheo’s hips were moving faster as he rutted into your throat and tried to get to his high quicker while you were approaching yours quickly. He was so close just like you were, as well as Regulus and Theo as Enzo started to flick his tongue against your clit making you squirm.

You gagged around Mattheo’s cock, eyes watering as you tried to get to your high, your stomach clenching and twisting as Enzo continued to get you closer to the edge. The grunts of the men around you made your body tingle, and with one more flick of his tongue to your clit, you came all over his face.

The triple stimulation made your mind blur and your vision go black, choking as Mattheo’s cum spurted down your throat as cum splattered onto Theodore’s monogrammed shirt. It was hot and wet, so much so that you could feel it through the expensive fabric, gagging as Mattheo pulled out of your mouth and continued to spurt cum into your mouth and on your lips.

You eagerly licked up the pearlescent liquid as Regulus let your hands fall, inhaling. “Get on your knees.”

You did so quickly, Enzo quickly moving to your mouth so that you could give him head as Regulus laid beneath you, slipping into your cunt as Theo pushed into your ass, Mattheo staking his claim on your fist and keeping it tight around his shaft.

“You’re so fucking perfect, my star,” Regulus whispered into your neck, moaning against your sweat-shined skin. “Such a perfect little free-use lead singer for us.”

And you couldn’t have loved it more.

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© asterias-record-shop

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[flemingsfreckles]

Too Sweet (18+)

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Preview: You and Jessie don’t belong together, but you find yourself addicted to her. (loosely based off Hozier’s Too Sweet, doesn’t really follow the lyrics)

Warnings: it’s pretty angsty, smut without being explicit smut, but definitely 18+, mentions of alcohol, some pretty heavy self deprecation

WC: 2.3k

A/N: I was in an angsty mood, my apologies

You rolled over to the side of the bed, moving yourself from your position on top of Jessie. You both laid panting with red cheeks, sweat covering both of your naked bodies.

You knew this was wrong, you and Jessie shouldn’t be spending your nights together in bed. You shouldn’t be whispering praises and muttering her name into her ear as she lay beneath you. She shouldn’t be wrapping her strong legs around your head, hands tangled in your hair. You were bad for her, you both knew it but neither of you dared to admit it. She was sweet, gentle, and genuine. You were, for lack of a better term, an asshole.

You don't know how you ended up being her hookup of choice. The first time it happened you were both drunk so you wrote it off initially as a mistake on her part. In celebration after a big win you had both gone out with the team and had more than your share of drinks. But then you found yourself above her naked figure again and again. You and Jessie never got along. You were polar opposite. She was small, kind, she wouldn’t hurt a fly. You were lucky if you came away from a game without a yellow card, you were a tall, tattooed, muscled defender, you didn’t care for other people, often called selfish or egotistical.

The two of you had a teasing relationship. You knew how to push each other, you were one of the only people that Jessie would be upfront and confrontational with. You pushed her nerves in the worst ways.

Weeks ago, the night of your first time, you had watched as Jessie was talking with an unknown girl across the bar the team was celebrating at. For some reason watching her talk with the girl made a bubble of rage fill your chest. They chatted briefly, before the girl walked away and Jessie was left alone. Feeling like more of a dick than normal with the added rage you find yourself walking over to where Jessie stood.

“What do you want?” She scoffed at you as you walked over. She knew you were coming to push her buttons. You wouldn’t have come over to have a nice conversation, she knew that.

“You going home with that pretty little thing?” You point over in the direction of the girl Jessie was previously talking to.

“No, I’m not.”

“Of course you’re not, I was joking.” You had already known she wasn’t, Jessie wasn’t the type to take home a random girl from the bar. She rarely would go on dates, at least that you knew off. She wasn’t one to get around, unlike you. As long as she said yes, you’d practically take any girl back to your bed.

“What does that mean?” You’re not sure why she asked, she knew the reputation she had for being more reserved than the rest of the team when it came to sex.

“You’re little miss innocent, you’re probably waiting until marriage aren’t you?” You knew full and well that she most likely wasn’t as innocent as she gave off but it was so easy to push her.

“Why are you such an asshole?”

“Ooo, hit a sore subject didn’t I virgin?” You send her a smirk, feeling proud of yourself. It was a low blow and you knew it was. You normally didn’t take stabs at her sex life or romantic life, you really couldn’t care less if she was a virgin, that’s her choice, but the drinks already in your system decided that’s how you were going to annoy her tonight.

“I’m not a virgin.”

“Whatever you say. Maybe I’ll take your girl home and show her a good time.” You take a sip from your glass of straight whiskey . You start to turn away, deciding you should leave the poor girl alone and starting to look for someone to take home.

“She’s not my girl and I’m not innocent.” Her words have you turning back toward her. You can notice Jessie’s grip tightening on her glass that is filled with something you presume would be too sweet for your taste. It makes you want to laugh, how easily she was frustrated by you.

“Okay, whatever you say, but I’d rock your little innocent world Fleming.” You pat your hand on the top of her head, adding to your degrading comment.

“Do it then, rock my world.” She turns to face you. You weren’t expecting that, for once she was pushing back at you, standing up for herself. It was fucking hot.

That’s all it took, you grabbed her hand, throwing cash at the bar, more than enough to cover both of your tabs and pulled her out of the bar and into an Uber.

She followed you all the way into your bed where the two of you spent the night. Jessie surprised you that night, definitely showing she was the opposite of innocent. You also proved to her that you could in fact, rock her world. You had her writhing under you, moaning your name and making a mess of herself in your sheets. But as much as you rocked her world, she rocked yours.

Something about her whispering dirty things to you, touching every inch of your skin, all while she kept the innocent, blushed cheeks, blown pupils with a small ring of her usual brown eye look, made you want to ruin her. Seeing her in ways you know many people haven’t gotten to, made you tingle. It was intoxicating, the mix of innocence and sinful that she was able to portray.

Since that night, you were addicted to her.

You both couldn’t seem to stop falling into bed with each other. Sometimes you didn’t even make it to the bed, it happened in the kitchen, on the couch, in the car, against the wall, it was happening every day.

But like clockwork, you’d leave or kick her out, shortly after you were both done. You’d both go back to your usual hatred of each other, ignoring each other at training, making smartass comments to her, picking on her. Only to end up in her bed, on top, behind, to the side, or under her, as you watch in awe of her every move.

It was becoming a habit, one you knew you had to break. You started to see Jessie’s behavior change. You had quickly mentioned to her that the sex was no strings attached, a way for you to both get your frustrations out at both each other and at the world. She had agreed to those terms but it was becoming clear, she was no longer no strings attached.

She started to follow you around more, coming up to you at training, giving you a wave when you’d walk into a room, she was less crass with her comments. Your teammates started to notice, asking if you were suddenly friends again, asking when you stopped hating each other. She’d offer you dinner or lunch or breakfast depending on what hour of the day you two were in her bed. It was becoming too much. It felt like it was moving toward a relationship, toward commitment. You knew it had to be the end.

That’s what made this time different. When you rolled off of her and onto her soft pillow, you didn’t have the energy to get up. You stayed laying next to her. So badly you wanted to roll toward her, put your arms around her and stay. But that’s not who you were, you never had been, you didn’t know how to be that type of person. You knew you had to go, everything in your brain was screaming at you to get up. You weren’t good enough for her, you never would be good enough for anyone. You couldn’t stay here with her. Staying would give her the wrong idea.

“You could stay, you don’t have to go.” It was as if she could read your mind, the debate between your self hatred and the small sliver of hope you had for yourself one day.

“No, I do.” You push yourself off her pillow and sit up on the side of the bed. You look around trying to find where your clothes ended up.

“Not if you don’t want to.” You can feel her eyes burning into the back of your head as you stay facing away.

“I can’t Jessie, I need to leave.” Standing up and moving over you find your discarded boxers, throwing them on before finding your shorts. “We both know we can’t do this. This is just sex. I’m not good for you.”

“You could be good for me, we could do this.” Turning around you saw her. She looked like an angel. Her hair slightly messy, a smile across her face, the bed sheet wrapped tightly around her waist. You could see the dark marks you had made on her chest peeking out from the top of the sheet. She was looking at you with a hopeful glint in her eyes. A hopeful glint you were about to kill.

“No, Jessie. I’m not good for you, I’m not good for anyone. I’m an asshole. I’m not respectful, I’m not responsible, I’m not nice. You’re Canada’s baby. I’m basically every team’s enemy. I can’t stay, I can’t lead you on, thinking this could work. It won’t work, we can’t be anything, that's something I can’t give you. I can’t give you what you deserve. You’re too sweet, you deserve the world, and I don’t have it to give you.” You definitely say a lot more than you planned to. You spew all the things that would make the two of you being together impossible. With every word that comes out of her mouth, some of the light in her eyes diminishes. You were killing her hope, just like you had planned and just like you wanted to.

“How do you know, how do you know there’s no chance for this to work?”

“Look as much as I maybe act like I hate you, I really don’t. I just can’t get too close. I know myself, I can’t let myself hurt you. And I would, Jessie. Despite what your optimistic Canadian little brain may tell you, I would end up hurting you.” You walk out of the bedroom and make your way toward her front door prepared to leave her apartment for the last time. You hear a scramble and Jessie follows behind you.

As you look at her you see every reason you can’t be together. She was someone you took home to meet your parents, you were not. You had never had a stable relationship, you did flings, you ghosted girls after spending the night with them, you blocked numbers and unfollowed girls. You had always done it, you didn’t know any other way.

She shouldn’t have to fix you.

“I think we shouldn’t do this anymore.” You say as you place your hand to the door, Jessie standing behind in just a shirt and underwear.

“Why?”

“We just shouldn’t, I don’t want to hurt you. This is becoming more than sex to you.”

You feel her place her hands on your shoulders, pulling you back. You turn to face her, having to look down at her small figure as she pushed her chest to yours.

“Just one more time then?” Her eyes begging, it was moments like this that made your brain short circuit. Here she was, big brown puppy eyes, the innocent look, all while asking for you to fuck her, one last time. Her fingers come up to trace patterns on your chest. She knew your weaknesses and she used it to her advantage.

You grab her chin, placing your lips on hers before moving your hands to the back of her thighs, picking her up and walking back into her bedroom.

“Last time.” You say as you place her on the bed and begin to remove her shirt for the second time that afternoon as she frantically nods at you. You took your time, trying to commit every aspect of her to memory, her taste, the way her skin felt against yours, the way her hands moved, the sounds she made.

“Just stay for 5 minutes.” Those were the first words out of Jessie’s mouth after a long string of moans and profanities as you had made her cum for the second time that round and fourth time today. She moved off of where she was laid on top of you, keeping one arm and leg draped over you.

“Just 5 minutes.”

Those 5 minutes quickly became an unknown amount of time as you woke up, disoriented, too hot, with a weight across your chest. The weight you quickly realized was Jessie’s arm draped across your middle, the same way it had been when she asked you to stay for 5 minutes.

Giving her one last look, she was peaceful, fast asleep, you gently move her arm off of you, sliding out from under her touch and out of bed. You quietly find your clothes, get dressed and move to the front door. You look back to her bedroom door for a second, hand on the exit to her apartment. Her bed had felt safe, warm, relaxing, you had been able to fall asleep with her, but you had to go, you told yourself. So you did. Before you made it through the door into the hallway you opened your phone, blocked her number and made your way down the stairs and out onto the street. You’d have to see her next week at training but at least you could avoid her for now.

When you opened your own apartment door, you felt your world collapse. A tightness deep in your chest consumed you. You let your back hit the door, sliding down it until you were sitting on the floor, against the door knees tucked to your chest. Hot tears ran down your cheeks.

You would never be able to have someone like Jessie. You didn’t deserve someone like Jessie. You’d likely end up alone, once you get through sleeping with as many girls as you can manage. She’d end up with a picket white fence, a wife, and a couple of kids. You were not a good person, she was. She deserved a happy ending, you didn’t.

You were bitter and she was too sweet.

#jessie fleming #jessie fleming imagine #jessie fleming x reader #jflem #woso imagine #woso x reader

[steddieasitgoes]

Eddie is a rockstar at the Grammys and Steve is a clueless seat filler who sits next to him.

Walking around campus, Robin stumbles across a flyer encouraging people to apply to be seat fillers for the award season set to begin in Los Angeles. Robin brings it home to Steve and the two jokingly apply. They think nothing of it until three weeks before the Grammy Awards when they are sent a long email full of rules and NDAs for them to sign. At this point Steve tries to back out but Robin won’t let him -- promising that it’ll be fun and if it’s not he can take her to a basketball game of his choosing and she won’t complain once. 

Fast-forward to the event and it’s not as glamorous as Robin was expecting. They’re not allowed to talk to any of the celebrities they sit next to and most of the time they’re standing out in the hall waiting for someone to leave their seat. 

It’s a whole lot of waiting until 1/3 of the way into the broadcast when the artists start getting antsy and begin to mingle at the lobby bar. Robin gets sent out on seat filler business first and get shuffled around a few times before she winds up in the back of the line of fillers in the hallway. When another seat is vacated, she pushes Steve to the front since he hasn’t seen any of the show yet -- too busy letting others go in front of him because they are all more excited than him. 

The coordinator escorts him to a row near the back of the celebrity section and instructs him to sit in the seat next to a gorgeous long-haired men with the most beautiful brown eyes Steve’s ever seen. The man in question smiles and nods his head in acknowledgment before turning back to the conversation he was having with his seat mate. 

Several minutes pass and Steve waits for the coordinator to come get him but no one does. During the next commercial break, the gorgeous man turns and starts chatting with him. Steve knows he’s not allowed to talk to the talent, but he doesn’t recognize the guy so he figures he must be another seat filler. The guy’s not dressed in a suit like the rest of the celebrities and he’s all the way in the back of the section so he figures he must not be someone important. They spend the next three commercial breaks mindlessly chatting about the acts and Steve learns this guy is really passionate about music. 

If he’s honest, he’s sort of smitten with this dude and he doesn’t even know his name. He tells himself at the next commercial break he’s going to ask what his name is and spends the next several minutes brainstorming how to casually bring it up. 

All of it is for not, though, because suddenly the Grammy Award for Best Metal Performance is being announced and there’s a camera next to Steve pointed directly on the beautiful man beside him. The nominees are read and the beautiful man smiles bashfully at the camera when “Chrissy Song” Lyrics by Eddie Munson, performed by Corroded Coffin is announced. And then he’s leaping to his feet when the song wins and Steve watches in stunned silence as the beautiful man (aka Eddie Munson) graciously pats him on the shoulder before scooting past him to accept his Grammy Award. 

Steve feels embarrassed and tries to run for the hills -- surely he should have known who this Eddie guy was and yet all of that disappears when Eddie makes some comment about this being the best night of his life -- not just because he won a fucking Grammy but also because his manager is MIA leaving him sitting next to the cutest seat filler of all time. 

(Robin shouts at Steve for three whole days when they get back to their apartment and they watch the recorded broadcast. The shouting stops on day four, but starts back up on day five when she receives an email from the coordinator asking for Steve’s contact information. 

Eddie calls him half an hour later.) 

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[mymelloii]

Random Ren/Redacted HCs

---Minors/Ageless blogs DNI---

CW: Mentions of gore and stalking

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Ren has his eyes and mind on you 24/7, on the days you stay home so does he. Whenever you go out, whether it's with friends or to run errands he's always trailing close behind; far enough not to be noticed, but close enough to protect his angel.

-If you ever have the misfortune of coming across a creep during one of your walks, he'll promptly drag them into an ally way and give them the ass whopping of a lifetime before they can do any harm towards you. Typically he wouldn't even allow those types of people to approach you, let alone gaze at you, but on the rare occasion that someone does cat call you or even tries to touch you he'll bash their head into some good ol' concrete; without you noticing of course.

On the days you stay home are probably his favourites, he gets to watch you all day, doing your morning routine, while you busy yourself with your hobbies, or better yet watch tv/your preferred streaming service. As you lounge on your couch Ren is watches you through the camera he installed in your living room. Meticulously watching each and everyone of your reactions. Whenever you laugh so does he, if you start to cry or tear up, so will he. His emotions are practically interconnected with yours.

-His PC setup isn't anything notable, despite the fact he has 3 monitors, the first one capturing you, the one next to it being all open tabs of all your social media accounts, and the last one being work related or his screen saver of you. He has a simple wooden desk with a gaming chair, no RGB- though, he might have one of those mouse pads with a character that eerily resembles you.

Whenever he works, he loves having you on his main monitor; it truly makes him feel like your there with him. If he's alone, which is most of the time he is, he'll find himself talking to himself. Each topic of conversation is always about you, he's either commenting about how amazing you look today, or praising you for the littlest things. In his eyes everything you do is nothing less than perfection.

-Although he has a playlist of his own he loves listening to any and all of your favourite songs, doesn't matter what genre it may be he's all up on that shi. Extra points if it's romantic. He'll go on a daydream about you, imaging you, how whenever you listen to the song you can't help but to think about him and how your chest tightens up at the mere thought of him; as he feels with you. He knows every song in your playlist and all the lyrics to your favourite songs. Maybe one day you'll notice him and make a playlist just for him.

This one is less serious but as mentioned before on the 14DaysWithYou blog Ren had a red room phase. Though it was short lived I like to image that while he was selling the parts he obtained totally humanely that he often added a thank you note and one of those cute freebies you get whenever you buy from an Etsy shop. The note reading "Thank you for supporting my small business. Your patronage means everything to me! (*^_^*)" ITS SO DUMB DJKSDUVI

-In canon, he is extremely apathetic towards everyone with the exception of you. Which also makes him extremely accommodating towards your needs, he knows all your struggles even if you haven't voiced them to him yet. He accepts you and your struggles, no matter how big they may be; he'll always find a way to help you. This could be helping you with work, making or ordering special meals for you or simply listening to you vent. Whether it's mental or physical to him your health and happiness is his main priority.

Which leads me to that while he may be exceptionally caring, he's also remarkably jealous, towards everyone and everything that catches your attention. Now, he would never do anything that will harm you, but he's not above harming or black mailing others that get closer than he's comfortable with. Could be a coworker or a friend that is getting a bit too friendly with you which will enable him to scour every crevice of the internet to find any dubious rumors or photos including them. He'll also hack into their phone and go through their internet history and photos for more evidence against them. He'll then DM them through one of his burner accounts and present everything he found and threaten to leak all their information on multiple threads. Moth watch out 😨

-If the subject of your affection happens to be an animal or a stuffed animal he obviously can't go through those lengths. Although he would get jealous if he sees you cuddling with your pet instead of him he knows that the affection you feel is different and will opt to plopping himself next to you and proceed to get extremely clingy. He doesn't mind sharing you with any of your non-human companions as long as he stays yours.

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I haven't wrote in a while so srry if there's any run-on sentences + it's late so SPARE ME. Again these are all headcanons and if you wish to find canon content of 14DYW visit here, as well as to remember and respect the creators wishes and boundaries ^^

Side note I plan on writing more so if you have any suggestions please let me know! I haven't made a list of my do's and don'ts but please don't get offended if I don't take your suggestion!

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[suashii]

— 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉'𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 (𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓉?) ౨ৎ

geto suguru x f!reader. 2.3k wc. ﾉ smut (nsfw, MDNI) ﾉ college au ﾉ fuckboy!geto ﾉ fingering ﾉ petnames ("baby" + "good girl") ﾉ geto is a little mean :3 ﾉ degradation if u squint

your life has changed a lot in the past few months and, strangely enough, it’s not because you’re entering a new phase of it. it’s because you’ve met a new person. a dorm room that isn’t yours has become like a second home to you and a man that you can’t be sure feels the same has all but stolen your heart.

to be lovesick is absolutely humiliating.

you think that much as you lay on geto suguru’s bed. he sits at his desk and you watch as nimble fingers fly across the keyboard of his phone. other than the light hum of music playing from his speaker—so low that you can’t even make out the lyrics—the room is uncomfortably quiet. you speak up to break the silence. “who are you texting?”

“why do you want to know?” he asks, eyes flitting up for just a moment, a short second, to look at you. you hate when people do that—answer a question with another question, but the usual annoyance that causes you to roll your eyes is nowhere to be found in this case. looks like geto is an exception.

he shouldn’t be.

in an attempt to downplay your pestering, you simply shrug. “i’m naturally curious, i suppose.”

suguru clicks his phone off and carelessly slides it across his desk. for the first time since you got here, you feel like you have his undivided attention. you smile at that but the grin on geto’s lips should be enough to warn you that something less pleasant than his attentiveness is coming. “more like naturally nosy.”

you scoff and then pout at his comment, rolling onto your back and focusing your eyes on the ceiling instead of facing him. is it not perfectly reasonable to want to know who’s occupying the attention of the guy who invited you over? you don’t think so but you also know that you selfishly want to be the only thing—the only person—geto is concerned with.

he chuckles and despite it being at your expense, the sound makes your heart flutter in your chest. geto has an effect on you that you can’t really describe, one that makes you just as bothered as it does excited. any flicker of annoyance that sparks within you goes as quickly as it comes and is replaced by a much longer-lasting feeling of longing—yearning.

from the corner of your eye, you can see geto moving. you can feel him, his warmth, getting closer, too. you feign disinterest and indifference by keeping your gaze glued upwards. although, his next words make your ears perk up. “do you really want to know?”

against your better judgment, you turn your head to look at suguru. he’s leaning in his desk chair, one arm thrown over the back of it and legs spread wider than they should be. dark strands of hair spill from the loose bun situated on the back of his head and frame the smooth skin of his face. obsidian eyes bore into you and the grin from earlier is still tugging at his lips. it’s playful but you don’t feel like you’re in on whatever he’s got planned.

still, they don’t say curiosity killed the cat for nothing.

“yeah, i do.”

reaching behind him, geto pulls the elastic out of his hair, letting it fall over his shoulders. you try to ignore the urge to run your fingers through it. as he gathers the silky strands in his hands to tie it up more neatly, he tells you, “it was a girl from my psychology class. she invited me to a party tonight.”

you bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from saying anything impulsive, but the thoughts cloud your mind, nevertheless. why would you tell me that? are you trying to make me jealous? how can you so easily hurt my feelings with a smile on your face?

you’re able to pick out one thought from the rest that doesn’t make you seem envious beyond reason or shine a spotlight on your heartache. “are you gonna go?”

he hums and shrugs. “i’m not sure.”

disappointment fills your chest with his answer but you try not to let it show on your face. you can feel sorry for yourself in silence—geto doesn’t need to pity you, though, you’re not even sure that he would.

but, as you look at him from your place on his bed, you can’t help but think he looks unsatisfied by your lack of reaction. the grin pulling at his lips looks more lazy, like the corners had slowly fallen since he spoke last. “what do you think; should i go?”

you want to tell him no, that he shouldn’t go, that he should spend the night here with you like he’d intended to and not ditch you for some girl that butted in on your plans. but the words are stuck in your throat, an uncomfortable lump that you can’t seem to get out.

“if you want me to stay here with you, then tell me.” his words are almost sweet, encouraging, before the next part. “because if you don’t, i’m leaving.”

you've done a pretty good job of concealing your emotions up until now but you can’t stop the frown that takes over your face as you sit up—the way the corners of your lips tilt down and how your eyebrows scrunch together. “no! i don’t want you to go.”

the thought of some other girl cozying up to suguru  creates a flurry of emotions within you—jealousy, anger, insecurity. just imagining someone else on his lap, someone else playing with his hair, someone else kissing him makes you sick. you can’t hide how that affects you no matter how hard you try.

it seems as though your mini-outburst is exactly what geto was looking for. something about the way you’re wrapped around his finger floods the man with a sense of accomplishment. you’re practically putty in his hands—his to shape and mold. and he likes it. he likes it a lot.

“oh?” he can’t stop the way the corners of his lips turn up. he leans forward the slightest bit but the short distance brings him closer to you. “why don’t you show me how much you want me to stay?”

your tongue pokes out to wet your lips and the little motion catches geto’s attention. the obsidian shards that are his eyes follow the glistening stripe your tongue leaves behind before flitting up to meet your gaze. there’s expectation swimming in the dark irises. that and the fear of the man standing up and walking out the door urge you forward.

his lips against yours are soft, pillowy, like a marshmallow and his breath is minty. the two make for an intoxicating mixture and, suddenly, you can’t get enough of him. a whiny whimper of yours sounds throughout the quiet air of the dorm and the noise, as indistinct as it is, seems to convey every bit of your need to geto.

and he’s more than willing to give.

a hand makes its way to your neck, fingers tipping your head back and firmly holding you in place as suguru deepens the kiss. your tongues meet in a messy, passionate dance and it almost feels like you don’t need to come up for air—his kiss is all the oxygen you need. at least, that’s what you think.

by the time you pull away, your lips are tingling and the taste of the man lingers.

“that’s all?” his eyebrow quirks with his question. “with the way you were pouting earlier, i thought you really wanted me to stick around.”

“i do,” you tell him, trying to keep the neediness out of your voice. that part is easier said than done. the way he’s staring you down with such intense anticipation makes you eager to please and turns you on more than you’d like to admit.

you rub your thighs together in an attempt to grant yourself some relief. the movement isn’t as subtle as you think or geto is more observant than you’d ever realized because his eyes drift down to your legs, curiosity—or maybe enthusiasm—glimmering in them.

and it takes almost no time at all for his hands to rest on your knees. they’re cool to the touch and your skin beneath them erupts with goosebumps at the contact. his palms make their way up your legs, over your thighs, and under the fabric of your skirt agonizingly slowly. you’re growing warmer by the second and it feels like you’re on fire by the time his fingers finally graze the lace of your underwear.

it’s a struggle not to squirm with his hands so close—mere centimeters away from where you desperately want him. the pad of his thumb runs over the trim of your panties, so slowly that you’re sure he’s teasing you on purpose. still, you keep any sounds of protest from bubbling up your throat in concern that your impatience will only come to your detriment.

your choice to stay quiet for the time being is rewarded when geto’s thumb ghosts over your clit. it hovers for a moment before pushing against the sensitive pearl, drawing a sharp gasp from your chest. it’s only now that you realize your panties are practically sticking to you.

“now this is convincing.” you wouldn’t even have to be looking at him to know he’s smiling—you can hear it in his voice. his gaze flicks up to you with his next words. “are you this wet from one little kiss, baby?”

your head moves up and down in a bashful nod. that earns a laugh from geto, a small one that he breathes out through his nose. you don’t have time to pout at him before all of your focus turns to the way his thumb begins to circle against your clit. you have to try twice as hard to concentrate on any of his questions. “is this why you wanted me to stay? so i could touch you? so i could fuck you with my fingers?”

it feels embarrassing—shameful—to say yes. and, beyond how heavenly his hands feel on you, what you really wanted, more than anything, was for him to choose you.

“tell me.” his thumb slows. “if you don’t, i’ll stop.”

your heart jumps at that and your answer comes soon after. “i want you to touch me. i want you to make me come.”

geto’s lips stretch into a smile. “good girl.”

deft fingers hook your panties to move them to the side. the air that meets your wetness makes you suck in a breath that you nearly choke on when those very same fingers start gliding between your folds. they work at spreading and collecting your essence, all while his thumb continues to swirl the sensitive nub.

your soft moans are music to geto’s ears but he can’t help but want more, can’t help but want you louder. he bites back a grin as his middle finger probes at your hole, teases your opening. his eyes flit up to read your reaction and he takes note of the way your eyes ever so slightly widen as he slowly pushes into you.

geto lets out a breath before letting himself smile. “this pretty pussy stretches so good for me, yeah?”

it’s always a surprise just how filling one of his fingers is—how much one of his fingers can set your nerves ablaze. and maybe you should be embarrassed at how little it takes—a finger and some dirty talk—for pleasure to build in your abdomen, for heat to pool in your cheeks, but the bliss outweighs any shame buzzing within you.

“feels s’good,” you tell him, the statement punctuated by a whimper. the words come out slurred, the spit pooling in your mouth meshing them together.

your declaration is all the motivation geto needs to continue plunging his finger in and out of you, to keep circling your swollen clit. his hunger grows with your pleasure and the man is beginning to think that he wants you to orgasm as much as you do. he licks his lips before letting another finger delve between your folds.

the invasion makes your eyes squeeze shut and your lips fall apart. despite the hint of pain, once you’ve adjusted to the newfound fullness, the addition is all the more satisfying. the way his knuckles graze against your walls and the way the pads of his fingers curl up and push against the spongy spot that fuels the fire within you bring you all the closer to your precipice. you’re practically writhing on his fingers in only a matter of minutes and all it takes to snap the tension and push you over the edge is the harsh feel of geto’s thumb flicking over your clit

you come undone on his fingers, crying out his name without a care as to who can hear on the other side of the thin walls of his dorm. the only thing you’re concerned with at the moment is how geto works you down from your high, lets his fingers leisurely pump in and out of you.

he takes note of how pretty you look with a sheen of sweat glazed over your face and how you can’t seem to control just how shaky your thighs are. you really are fun to play with. 

and, luckily for you, you’ve done a good job of convincing him to stay.

as geto finally pulls his fingers out from you, he reaches for the buckle of his belt with his other hand. a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “should i fuck you for real now?”

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habits they developed in your relationship

౨ৎ seventeen

seungcheol - massages

imagine this: you’re laying on the sofa with your legs across his lap. he’d just softly massage you. not too hard yet not too soft to the point where you wouldn’t feel a thing. sitting in silence and letting the background ambience soothe over you both is his ideal pass time. being in your presence is a gift he will forever cherish.

jeonghan - photos

snaps a picture of you at every given chance. If you’re just walking hand-in-hand, he’d tug your hand and tell you to smile whilst he pulls out his phone and takes a picture of you. trust, he has an album just for you on his phone with 300+ pictures.

joshua - sticky notes

you woke up alone this morning. rolling over and finding nothing but an empty joshua sized dent in the mattress. groaning as you stretch out your arms and head for the restroom. you open the door, and there it is - todays notes. “had to leave early, i miss you already:(” another on the fridge read “made something special, eat up my love”. even in his absence he could make you grin like a child.

jun - breakfast

if you’ve come home stressed the day before he’d plan a cozy day for the two of you to relax. some days he’ll wake up early to cook up breakfast; if you were really feeling worn out, he’d go as far as to print out a ‘menu’ with options like “water on the rocks” to be fancy. always expect a whipped cream happy face on your pancakes.

hoshi - writing reviewing

when he comes up with lyrics or just simple ideas that he thinks could possibly be good—he’d immediately rush to you. always beyond excited to hear your opinions and grow from them. a lot of times he’ll write something about you and let you read it out to see if you’d notice, if you do, he wiggles his eyebrows and throws in a comment like “idk i just kinda wrote about this person i’ve been obsessed with lately” and smirks at you.

wonwoo - games w you

he’s a gamer. we know this, he enjoys being left alone to play games but recently he’ll wait for you to join him. he wouldn’t bombard you either. once he notices that you’ve finished whatever you were doing, only then will he ask if you’d want to play with him. if you didn’t really feel like playing and just watching, he’d pull you into his lap and stay like that. he just wants you near, the feeling of your heartbeat soothes him.

woozi - back hugs

he isn’t big on pda, which is the complete opposite of you. You’d hug him and kiss up to him at any and every chance you got. He’s gotten very used to it and started showing his love in the same way. You’re cooking? Walks behind you and just hugs you. Laying down? snuggles behind you. He just adores you in silence.

dokyeom - soft talking

no matter how strong you put yourself up as, he’ll forever see you as a fragile piece of art that deserves to be handled with extreme care. once he gets home, he drops the screaming and just cuddles into you—absorbing your scent and immediately melting. won’t ever raise his voice at you, ever. but he does love to talk, and when he does, he uses the sweetest voice you’ve ever heard. and it’s only for you.

mingyu - playing with your hair

he will watch youtube videos on braiding and all that. he loves running his fingers through your hair, and if you happen to have curly hair, he’d love to play with it all night. you are so mesmerizing to him in every way possible. if you got the sudden urge to dye your hair, he’d ask for permission to do it himself.

minghao - follows you

he’s very firm on his own decisions, but with you, he’d do whatever you please. suddenly feel like shopping? ok, get in the car. like that. there are times when you think maybe you’re too pushy, bc why else would he be obeying you like a puppy??  but he always—Always reashures you that it’s purely because he loves you and would absolutely do anything to keep you smiling.

seungkwan - journaling

he would sometimes stay days away from home for work, and in that time he’d often find himself writing for you. at first he found it odd, he’s never written like this. but soon enough he ends up purchasing a blank book. when he misses you or even when he just has too much running through his mind—he writes it out. he wrote you a few cheesy poems he thought were publishing material.

vernon - painting your nails

when you first asked him to help you, he was struggling. he didn’t think it would be so difficult to just paint.  “ja-jan..” he mumbles as he shows off your freshly painted cuticles, you let out a laugh when he looked away in embarrassment. since then it’s become second nature to him. he goes out every now and then just to buy a few new colors he thought would look so amazing on you. surprisingly enough, he’s gotten better than you, designs and all.

dino - just dance

he loves being in your presence. with you just being near him, he’s comfortable. but sometimes he just can’t sit still. one morning you were forced out of your sleep by the exageratingly loud noise of music. upon walking into the parlor, there he is, dancing to crazy in love by beyoncé, “join me” he asked. since then it’s been normal to play these with him. it gets so competetive, if he lost severly he’d grumble all day. but he loves that time with you best of all.

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