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anantaru · 7 months

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DAY 10 — EXHIBITIONISM

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

kink. exhibitionism — having a strong desire to be observed by other people during a sexual activity

𖧡 — including — itto, childe, xiao, dainsleif

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, exhibitionism, public setting & outdoors, yes! we're touching grass, fingering, oral (fem! receiving), praises, needy boys & touch starved! genshin men

𖧡 — ITTO

itto holds you by his arms as you're being surrounded by a string of hurried gasps, and it's decidedly comfortable and personal whilst having them tightly compressed around your quivering shape— at the same time, you slowly notice the built up in his lust racing over the radiance in his eyes.

or his feet shuffling in their place when he lastly kisses you, firmly pressing you against the cold wall, your lips glossed due to his wet smooches, his tongue breaching and searching for entrance, reaching inside, his hands squeezing your ass, everything happens so quick and oh, there it was, the scene gets paired with melting kisses as itto laps at the warmth of your mouth.

in a hurried embrace, he courses one calloused hand down to your lower stomach before tugging at the hem of your pants, his eyes imbedded with a glimmer of needfulness, playful and as if he was about to beg— you figure, perhaps you have been apart for too long, after all, the last time you had seen each other had certainly been ages ago.

you should have expected this, because you dealt with it the same way, agonizingly counting each second before you would stumble home after your date to rip the clothes off your bodies, when in reality, now neither of you thought it was even necessary to return into the safe confines of your bedroom to be all over each other— and the thought of someone walking by only made it a whole lot more thrilling.

bare in mind— and this was crucial but there was nothing shielding you from curious eyes, besides an impending shadow casted down on you rubbing against each othet. for what mattered, the wall you're being pressed on was bitterly cold and chilly as well, even with your garments separating you, you can still feel it on your warm skin— when it effortlessly coaxes out the goosebumps on your spine.

"baby.. you smell so sweet," itto whines at you, a sharp, nipping groan spewing from his mouth, "—really really cannot wait anymore." how convenient for him, well, his senses were probably being much more dignified than your own so itto must've felt everything happening to an intenser level.

however, it's passionate when he first slides his warm digits past the waistband of your trousers to sneakily welcome the hotness of your cunt, clumsily ghosting his middle finger around your soaked folds before lastly finding your slit— his sloppy dick twitching against his rough pants, but itto didn't worry too much about it, his time will come soon enough.

"i missed you so much, baby." you retort back to him with a hitch of a sudden, rough fingertip circling your slit, idly kissing up his sharp jawline before whining at the finger prodding at your velvety hole— so, to keep yourself steady you wrap both arms around his neck and hide yourself behind his large frame pressing you against the wall whilst roaming your palms over his muscular back before ripping through the covered skin with your nails, "please..."

and one thing about itto, he fucks you like he hates you, and hearing you beg for him just like that pushes him on the verge of exploding and losing his mind, perhaps even fantasizing about swarming your pretty cunt with his dripping cock hidden under his pants— but he cannot wait for that, call him lazy but taking off his clothes will cost him additional minutes and he just had to be inside you, whilst not with his dick, instead with two long, thick fingers curling up inside.

feeling him again after such a long time apart makes you cry out, fuck, you missed him so dearly your heart was beginning to ache under your ribcage, your cunt welcoming him immediately, clawing down on his digits rubbing sturdily at your walls. a satisfied groan holds the foundation of his soothing noises like a warm breeze enveloping your body, his fingers continuing to pump into you at a rapid pace, painting you with the packing trace of his digits that clung to your swollen walls like instant glue, vibrations emitting through your wet sex whilst taking in his sloppy shoves.

"never.." he drawls possessively against your parted lips, huffing out warm pants before adding on to his words, "never ever wanting to be apart from you again." and your heart flutters open wide, his words touching that it almost brings you to tears— if only itto could see through your current thoughts right now, he'd see his handsome face immediately.

𖧡 — CHILDE

a suffocating euphony of passionate, drilling blows of raw skin on skin strike the darkness of the night as childe swiftly plants his hand on top of your mouth before leisurely continuing to roll his hips into your cunt without a single care in this world— being utterly aware that it wouldn't make a damn difference, even better if someone unintentionally picks up on the "unusual" noise.

his lips twitch up in a cocky smile when his hard, pulsing erection slips through your quivering pussy, pistoling over the aching pulse on your walls before easing his lips almost on top of yours, with nothing more but the back of his hand keeping you apart— you simply cannot believe this man and his tormenting ability to bring you to the sharp edge of things, even turning you this longing and ready to take his thick cock outside, yes, outside with the small particles of erupting sweat and wet moans sticking close on your skin.

to note that you were barely camouflaged was almost embarrassing in its entirety, besides that tree doing absolutely nothing to conceal anything at all whilst you're certain that someone had to hear at least something. regardless, you decide to secretly thank your boyfriend for holding your leg up with his other hand— you yourself being too weak to do so yourself, not when he made you receive him in such feral capacity, making an absolute mess of you, your arousal dribbling down your pussy at each thrust, the juices sticking on your thighs as he carries on with his strength induced pace.

however, for some fucked-up reason, it's turning you on by a tenfold— it's visibly notable on your shaking body and how your hips thrust up into his ruts while you're biting back pitchy whimpers, especially when childe drags his fat cockhead over that particular spot that made you lose control of your vision, the already limited breathing room evolving to an even more constricted version when ajax not once, changes the tempo on your hips.

"fuck— you know you'll be too fucking loud, baby." he laughs through a feigned sense of innocence, as if he hadn't planned this entire thing beforehand, you're sure of it— while it's utterly hilarious, even more hypocritical of him to have his hand planted all over your mouth when it was certainly him, instead, making most of the noise.

all you can say back was, well, nothing, besides a couple angry grunts into his palm and in any other instance you'd consider being mad at him, despite his perfectly shaped dick wrecking havoc on your silken walls forming around the size of him— yet tonight, you cannot be mad, not when he was utterly devouring your pleasure.

𖧡 — XIAO

you're being forced to stay quiet by none other than xiao himself— compelled to swallow down each pining ache in your throat— which, now come to think of it, might've been the most arousing out of the entire situation taking form, obviously not counting in the pleasure he induced on you.

the need to remain quiet though, it's what made the real difference in how your body had been reacting to his shape on you, "there's people down there, stay quiet." and he tells you, again, whispers it into your ear because xiao needs to be sure you understand the situation you're in as he kisses your forehead, his mannerism fusing into a soft, understanding lover before moving his hips again, thrusting his inches into you rougher, better, his pants soiled with his pre and sweat.

he grunts of both excitement and a dab of annoyance taking your loud, muffled whines into consideration. regardless of such, the man wouldn't want to experience it in an alternative way, always beyond flustered when you bite into his shoulder to quieten down, so you wouldn't pull on his nerves and make him punish you for disobeying to his orders.

wait, hold on for a second, this didn't sound so bad after all, or does it?

on top of that, the wangshu inn was absurdly crowded tonight, whilst xiao and you were preoccupied, sparse silhouettes tenderly touching each other just on top of the building— and for whatever reason, none of you proposed the idea of actually going inside and finishing what you had started. it would've been a far better idea, baring in mind that the certain place you were currently laying on, with xiao towering on top, was barely hidden behind anything— genuinely, if you'd lean your head just a little bit to the left, you could easily see a couple people chit chatting away, not knowing a damn thing on what was going on upstairs.

"hey!" xiao suddenly snaps at you, bending his head into your neck to bite at the sweat stricken skin, although faintly, it was strong enough to have you squeal out in mild pain, forcing your body to let go of a rushing shiver as a strong heatwave surges right under the surface of your cheeks the moment he props himself by his elbows to gaze down on you through pretty lashes— obviously without pulling his cock out, not when it felt so deliciously good being milked by you, yet do not get excited to soon because xiao wouldn't move either, without a care in this world leaving you to dangle around on a thread, his increasingly wet shaft bristling within the tightness of your walls.

"what did i say?" xiao's breath was hot and guttural against your parted lips, your legs trembling at his dripping dick not moving besides continuing to bulk up in your core as your translucent juices began to seep on his shaft and his trousers, slicking him up with your own, personal way of claiming the handsome yaksha. and instead of responding to his question, you resume back to nibbling on his defined jawline before deciding to voice out a whispery, little sorry to your boyfriend, knowing full on well that he will accept your half assed apology no matter the circumstances.

because in truth, xiao hasn't even started fucking you properly yet— until now, at least, because the second you're back to having your arms around his neck, he drags his entire cock out of you before shimming his inches all the way inside, greedily touching your insides and pumping his hard erection into the warmness of your sex— whilst baring his teeth together to stop himself from becoming overly noisy himself, the embarrassment that would occur from that looked like a death sentence to xiao, aside from standing there like a total hypocrite when it was him the entire night scolding you to stay quiet.

𖧡 — DAINSLEIF

"don't be too loud, okay?"

dainsleif sinfully bucks his tongue into your cunt before he places a single digit on your clit, thrusting against the bristling bundles of nerves as the softness of his wet muscle inside your slit made you whine out his name between wet hiccups— to top it all of, giving your breast a firm squeeze with his other hand.

you're done for, always will be whenever it was dainsleif who was in control of when your body was allowed to indulge in pleasure— despite that, you never would've imagined to be laid down on top of a cold, wooden table while you're surrounded by loud, noisy chit chatters from next doors, only realizing now that the door to your room, was partly open.

before you could voice out your growing worry, you're being forced to buck up your hips into his hungry mouth lapping at your puffiness, your pussy charging up on vibrations as your body moves far beyond your own control of it, a soreness on your legs increasing the strong built up on your tightened core as dainsleif stuffs you full with nothing but his tongue reaching your warmest, most desired places.

"seems like you noticed, hm?" he suddenly pulls his hot mouth away from you, smirking ever so slightly when you whine at the loss of it, but don't you worry now— because he keeps his fingers on top of your clit to twist the trembling flesh and trap it in between his digits— fuck, you're so desperate for this he could practically taste it on your entire body erupting of pervaded pleasure. in reality, the thought of people hearing you both wasn't something dainsleif actually minded that much, it preciously served as a way of making everyone aware of your current relationship status.

"what if they hear us?" you wince, feigning being worried were it not to the fact that there was nothing you craved more than having his skilled tongue pistoling inside your slit again, your pupils blown wide when dainsleif at last frees his cock from the confines of his pants, the penetrative noise of his belt hitting the ground echoing off the room, hand in hand with laughter from people residing just next to you.

it's him, him, him, you want him. and when dainsleif finally sinks the full length of his cock into you, he takes your body and claims it, squeezes his hips in between your legs so he could reach inside really deep, fucking you with his bottomless endurance, so precise and skilled that you shake under him, the wooden table scratching the ground as you nearly lose yourself, begging him to lean his chest down on you so you could easily hide and moan against the nook of his neck, whilst feeling how your hearts beat in sync.

of course, despite his nature of appearing cold and a little aloof, he answers your silent pleas and wraps his muscled arms around your body whilst keeping one large palm on top of your head so you wouldn't unnecessarily bump against something and actually hurt yourself, never once letting go of you— and you're squealing with delight, the tempo of his hips hoping to claim you and going so hard that this sort of pace would appear to be slightly punishing, but it feels so nice— relishing in the feeling of his thudding cock pounding into you with everything he's got when, all of a sudden;

"hey guys? do you also hear those weird noises coming from next doors?"

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loveshotzz · 1 year

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Favorite Part

steve harrington x fem!reader

🎵I’m tangled in his arms, this is my favorite part, suddenly there’s no worries anymore. 🎵

summary: In the middle of the night, you and steve miss each other.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: 18 + soft semi desperate spooning smut with no plot besides that you and steve had a long week apart, mentions of ass play (fem receiving), dirty talk, cream pie.

author’s note: adjusting to new meds has made writing not come easy, this little blurb is to help me get back into the swing of this. I hope you enjoy 🥹

Your bedroom was dark when you opened your eyes, nothing but the deep purple haze of the late night and the soft glow of street lights in the distance illuminating your four walls. The big tree outside your window dances shadows across your blinds, the low hum of wind carrying what’s left of the storm with it. You loved it best like this, surrounded by him, he’s warm like the sun that was somewhere shining on the other side of the planet, soft with sleep and the smell of spearmint fresh on his breath. The rich pine of his body wash still lingers on his skin from the shower you shared before climbing in bed too tired for anything but sleep. The rain tapping against your window in just the right rhythm to send you both into your dreams.

Your naked limbs lay tangled under the sheets, the dark patch of hair on his chest tickles against the dip of your back with every deep breath your boyfriend takes. The blunt edges of his nails digging into the soft flesh of your hips when he stirs like something exciting is happening to him in whatever place he’s lost in behind his shifting lids. A low puff of air exhales through his parted lips, fanning hot across the nape of your neck, goosebumps rising in its wake while his nose nudges against the shell of your ear. A tight grip by his big hands pulls you closer, strong arms caging you in. You wonder if he’s awake now, like you.

It’s only when you feel the softest press of his lips against your hairline that you know he is. Pushing deeper into his chest, he hums low in approval, wrapping himself even tighter around you, muscles flexing under a sea of freckles. His skin was tanner than usual from the beginnings of the summer sun and you swear you can still feel the heat it left behind while your fingertips trace invisible lines. Lulling your head back to rest against his shoulder, you open your neck up for more, enticing a path for his lips to go. You feel him smile, the stubble on his jaw a little more noticeable as he lights a fire inside of you with each kiss, the sweetness from before becoming a little more hungry when you grind against his hard length pressed between your ass.

“Sweet girl.” His voice is low with a warning he doesn’t mean, the hand on your hip working its way down to grab at the soft meat of your thigh, squeezing, encouraging.

Rolling your hips again, he palms the side of your ass cheek, his own hips meeting yours, his tip catches the entrance you’d only let him explore with his tongue or sometimes a thumb while he’d make you come undone. He taunts you with it, pushing just enough to have you whine, wiggling against him for more.

“That feels good, baby?” His lips brush against your ear with every word, nodding dumbly, the sleep is still so thick in his voice makes your eyes roll in the back of your head. “Is this where you want me?”

“Steve.” You huff already tired of his teasing, he chuckles in between sucking purple bruises where the one’s he’d left before had faded.

His palm curves under your knee to hook your leg over his hip and you can’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed when your thighs pull apart sticky, a disbelieving groan leaving his throat when his cock slides heavy between your slick lips. He can feel how wet you are from just a little bit of his teasing.

“Honey,” He sounds wrecked when he talks again, pulling your leg even farther back so his tip can catch your clit with just the right amount of pressure to make you gasp. “Were you dreamin’ about me or somethin’?”

Maybe you were, you couldn’t remember, not when he starts circling your entrance, your walls fluttering around his head with anticipation.

“Please,” your voice sounds small, pleading, as the week of not seeing your boyfriend starts to all hit you at once. “Missed you so much, please, I need it.” It sounds like you're throwing a fit as all of it starts to feel like too much and he’s not even giving you enough.

“Shhh, I got you, I got you. I’ll always give you what you want, so sweet for me. Asking so nice baby.” He coos in your ear, his words dripping with honey as he lines himself up, your back arching against him as he inches in slow enough for you to adjust to the big stretch.

It’s like warm silk the way you wrap around him, your walls giving into him no matter how impossible it always seemed at first. Whispered words of I missed you’s, and I love you’s flow freely from his wet lips while you take him to the hilt. The thick patch of hair that frames his base rubbing against your clit in a way that has you keening.

“Fuuuuck.” He huffs, his forehead pressing to your shoulder, his cock twitching against your muscles that flutter and constrict around him. Stilling your hips with a firm hold you can tell he’s trying hard not to cum.

He leaves lazy kisses along your back when he finally starts to move, he’s slow, taking his time so you can feel all of him. Every ridge and curve takes up space, stealing your breath with each punch to the spot only he can find. The tip of his nose runs along the back of your neck while his palm finds a new home on the swell of your breast, your nipples peaking instantly just for him.

“Takin’ me so well, look at you. Always so good to me baby.” His praise only adds to the lewd noises filling the room, sliding in and out of you with the kind of ease he usually only gets after he’s made you cum a few times. Steve feels like he might lose his mind.

You whine a little when he pinches your nipple, your own hand reaching behind to sink your fingers into his hair. You needed to kiss him. He obliges, always picking up on exactly what you want. What you need. His bottom lip connects with your top one in a messy way, the power of his thrusts making it hard for anything more than this. Panting into each other’s mouths, your tongues find each other, licking dirty in the middle. The animalistic need for each other finally comes to a head, when two of his fingers find your puffy ignored clit.

“Babbbyyy.” You're so loud and he loves the way you sound like you’re gonna cry, tightening around him like a vice.

His lips tug up in a smirk when he nods against your open mouth, silently telling you he knows. You make a mess of his fingers that circle the bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pressure to make your toes curl and your eyebrows pinch together.

“You wanna cum for me?” He sounds strained, teetering the edge like you despite the confidence of his words, his hips stuttering to prove it.

“P- please.” Your response makes him groan, his fingers picking up their pace as you meet each thrust with just as much vigor desperate to reach your high. White hot heat fills your insides as your body starts to come apart, the sound of your sweat slick skin smacking together bouncing off your walls.

“Saying please like that is gonna me cum too, you want that? You want it baby?” He eggs you on as your head falls back, your jaw going slack when he circles his hips hitting the deepest spot inside of you. “Say please one more time for me, come on.”

He’s practically growling for you to give him what he wants. A fucked out “please!” falling from your trembling lips before your body goes limp in his arms overwhelmed by all of him as your orgasm starts to rip through you like a tidal wave.

Your vision blurs from the intensity of it, mouth open in a silent scream as tears prick the corners of your eyes. He stills to paint your insides, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he bites down on your pulse point to keep from crying out. His whole body trembling against yours as he pulls you impossibly close. You’ve never felt so full, as he slowly starts to leak out.

An aftershock causes you to flutter, making him hiss against your bruised skin overstimulated by the intensity of it all before he’s finally soft enough to slip out of you. The sleepiness from after the shower returns to both of your spent bodies as he nuzzles his face back into you making no moves to untangle himself.

“I really missed you.” He mumbles, pressing a tender kiss to his favorite spot behind your ear.

“I really missed you too Stevie.” You hum content, the sound of the storm returning filling the quiet again.

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teamatsumu · 7 months

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kinktober 2023 -> day 9

skinny dipping - hinata shoyo x reader

word count: 772

kinktober masterlist

Every day was new and exciting if you were dating Hinata Shoyo.

He was a wildcard. With his flaming orange hair, million dollar smile, and stars in his eyes, he could convince you to do pretty much anything with him, no matter how absurd it was. That included getting into a pool and slowly shedding your bathing suits until you were naked in the water, bodies pressing into each other while they floated in the cold.

You would have never agreed to this in a million years, but Shoyo was a very convincing person. Something about the pool being isolated, access granted to only a select few premium hotel guests, and it being nearly 1 in the morning. There was a single light turned on near the entrance to the pool, while the rest were all turned off. It casted soft shadows over you and Shoyo, and that helped you relax a little and slightly forget about your fear of getting caught.

The second factor to your relaxation was two of Shoyo’s fingers buried knuckle deep in you.

You let out a breathy moan into his mouth, one leg wrapped around his bare torso while the other floated freely. The water would have been completely still if it weren’t for the fingers moving inside you, resulting in little ripples following up Shoyo’s arm and breaking through the surface. The cold water muted some of the sensations, but there was no mistaking how good and warm Shoyo felt against you, and how his fingers were persistently pressing into your spongy core.

“Shoyo, more.” You managed to choke out, clawing at his shoulders. He was single handedly holding you afloat in the water at this point, his fingers leaving your pussy at your request and replacing it with something bigger, harder, and way, way thicker.

You would never get used to him, to the stretch of your protesting walls as he forced himself into you. Shoyo was girthy, and no matter how much you prepped, it still burned when he penetrated you. And you loved it dearly. It knocked the breath out of you everytime, including now, even though the water somehow worked to soothe you, surrounding you like a blanket.

Shoyo pushed you back a little until you made contact with the wall of the pool behind you, both of his hands gripping the pool edge in preparation. He made eye contact with you and smiled so softly that your breath hitched and your cheeks flushed. Even in the cold of the water, the love in Shoyo’s smile made your insides simmer with warmth.

“Hold on to me.” He whispered, as if telling you a secret.

And you did. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck as he began moving in you, as hard and as fast as the water would allow. The shiny surface of it broke around you at Shoyo’s harsh movements, waves rippling away from you and moving down all the way to the other end of the pool. You dropped your head back, resting it on the edge of the pool, the warm cement a stark contrast to the water around you, eyes closing as you focused solely on the pull and drag of Shoyo’s cock, brushing every spot in your walls that drove you insane. Your legs tensed and bent on their own, thighs framing Shoyo’s slim waist and digging into his sides. He hummed and ran a thick stripe over your neck with his tongue, drawing a sigh out of you at the sensation.

Your wet hand dug itself into Shoyo’s even wetter hair, holding on for dear life as you buried your face into his neck, tasting the salt on his skin, a mixture of his sweat and the pool water, biting gently into the muscle until he groaned. Your pussy tightened and squeezed around him as he forced his way into you over and over, your core tightening with every sloppy thrust.

“I’m gonna cum.” He announced, voice sounding shaky and frantic. Your arms tightened around him.

“Me too, baby.” You kissed him, long and hard, moaning into his mouth as your orgasm hit you, slow waves building inside you and coming to a climax, softly luring you to your end, firing up every fiber of your body in a way only Shoyo could. You felt his hips stutter before he finally buried himself deep in you, warmth spilling into you and his cock throbbing frantically inside you as he moaned his way through his own orgasm, before finally stilling.

The gentle lap of the water faded seconds after Shoyo had stopped, leaving you to bask in the quiet of the pool. The only sounds were your little breaths, and the soft smack of your lips against each other, tongues running over each other’s mouths, still tasting each other in the desperate way you often did, not getting enough, never getting enough.

You had never thought possible to be so in love with a man.

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dreamrk99 · 2 months

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Endless blooms -mark lee 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

Cw/ :mentions of nudity ( that's it is really a fluffy little work )

As I slowly opened my eyes, I found myself nestled in our cozy bed, surrounded by rose-colored sheets, and wrapped in my lover's arms. His warm breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "Wake up, my love. " Although I knew he was right, I couldn't help but groan at the thought of leaving the comfort and happiness of the moment. My body was so comfortably nestled into his, and I felt a sense of contentment that I never wanted to let go of.

He gently placed a soft kiss on my forehead while lifting me with a gentle hum. "Good morning, my sunshine," he said in a tone filled with admiration that only I could understand. I nodded in response, slipping out of his arms and making my way to the pink vintage bathroom. I turned on the faucet and let the water run, enjoying the sound of the water filling the bathtub. The warm water was inviting, and I couldn't wait to soak in it

I stand by the bathtub, my gaze fixed on the tap as it slowly fills up the tub with steaming hot water. The sweet fragrance from the floral-scented soap wafts up, as the bubbles gradually form a foamy layer on the surface. As I wait for the tub to fill up, I notice a soft pink tint creeping up the water, giving it a soothing effect.

Just then, Mark, my love, looks up and catches a glimpse of my shadow from the corner of his eye. He smiles and I feel a small smile curling up the corners of my lips as Mark's kind gesture warms my heart.

Mark had been preparing the bath for some time now, adjusting the temperature of the water until it was just right. As I approached, he had already stepped into the water, his hand stretched out for me to take as he safely guided me inside. The warm, toasty bath enveloped my body as I settled into the tub, feeling the tension in my muscles slowly fade away.

Mark occupied the end of the tub, his back against the cool tile wall, his legs spread open, inviting me to sit in between them. The sensation of his warm skin against mine was comforting, and I felt safe and content in his embrace. The sound of the water lapping gently against the sides of the tub was soothing, and I allowed myself to relax fully, enjoying the moment of peacefulness and tranquility.

As I settle into the warm water, I feel Mark's arms wrap around me, his knees gently brushing against my sides. I turn to look at him and he smiles lovingly at me. I reach out and start playing with the bubbles on his knee, making little hearts and messages. Mark leans back, resting his arms on the rim of the tub, and I take a moment to admire him. The soap suds cling to his skin, creating a beautiful contrast against his toned body. "You look so pretty," he says, his voice soft and sincere. I feel my heart swell with affection for him as we continue to enjoy the peaceful morning together.

hmmm,” I hum as I lock my hands with his big ones “Pretty, “I say in a soft tone that makes him look down at me from behind me as I examine his pretty hand's moles adorning his skin locking so easily with mine all he can do is smile his face buried in my neck, leaving small kisses on it “ smells like home “ his whispers

My whole neck had turned rouge, and my heart was pounding. I was utterly in love with him. I turned around to face him, and our foreheads touched. I could feel his breath on my face, and I knew he was waiting for me to say something.

Without hesitation, I locked my lips with his. My hands wrapped around his neck as I relaxed into him. Our bare bodies pressed against each other as the warm bath water sat at my hips, tinted a pretty pink. I felt so safe and loved in his arms.

After a moment, I pulled back from the kiss and looked into his eyes. "I wanna be with you for the rest of eternity," I said softly, my heart pounding in my chest.

He looked at me with nothing but love in his eyes and replied softly, "You can." It was the happiest moment of my life.

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andy-15-07 · 2 months

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Happy couple

masterlist ! pairing Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary:Rafe and Y/N get married and have their first night as husband and wife

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The stars shimmered in the night sky as Rafe Cameron and Y/N stood hand in hand, surrounded by the soft glow of fairy lights and the gentle rustle of leaves. They had just exchanged vows in an intimate ceremony, their love sealed in the presence of family and friends. Now, as the festivities unfolded around them, the newlyweds stole away to the quiet sanctuary of their honeymoon suite.

Rafe's eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and tenderness as he closed the door behind them, the room enveloped in a warm, romantic ambiance. The scent of fresh flowers lingered in the air, and the flickering candles cast dancing shadows on the walls.

Y/N turned to Rafe, a blush coloring her cheeks. "Well, husband, here we are."

Rafe grinned, the weight of their new titles sinking in. "Mrs. Cameron, has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

She chuckled, her heart swelling with joy. "It certainly does."

As they stood there, the air brimming with anticipation, Rafe took a step closer, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her cheek. "You looked breathtaking today, Y/N," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

Her eyes met his, filled with a mixture of love and desire. "And you, Mr. Cameron, weren't too shabby yourself."

He laughed, a deep, genuine sound that echoed through the room. "I love you, Y/N. More than anything."

"I love you too, Rafe," she replied, her voice soft but unwavering.

Rafe's lips met hers in a tender kiss, sealing the promises they had made earlier in the day. As they broke apart, he took her hand, leading her to the beautifully adorned bed. The satin sheets felt cool against their skin as they sat down, their eyes never leaving each other.

"Tonight is about us, Y/N," Rafe said, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on her thigh. "No distractions, no interruptions. Just you and me."

She nodded, her heart pounding with a heady mix of emotions. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Rafe leaned in, capturing her lips in another searing kiss. His hands tangled in her hair, the passion building between them. Yet, with every touch, there was a gentleness, a reverence that spoke volumes about their connection.

Their hands explored, fingers entwining, as the world outside faded away. Rafe's eyes never strayed far from Y/N's, his love evident in the way he held her, in the way he whispered words of adoration against her skin.

"You're my everything, Y/N," Rafe confessed, his breath warm against her ear.

She shivered at his words, feeling a connection that transcended the physical. "And you're mine, Rafe."

As the night unfolded, their laughter echoed in the room, a symphony of joy and love. The soft glow of the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a dreamlike aura around the couple.

Hours later, they lay intertwined on the bed, the world outside their sanctuary forgotten. Rafe pressed a gentle kiss to Y/N's forehead, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"I never want this night to end," he murmured.

She sighed contentedly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "Me neither, Rafe. But we have a lifetime of nights ahead."

He kissed her forehead once more, savoring the moment. "And I can't wait to spend every single one of them with you, Mrs. Cameron."

They drifted into a peaceful sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, their journey as husband and wife just beginning. The night, filled with love, laughter, and whispered promises, marked the start of a beautiful chapter in their lives.

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moris-auri · 4 months

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wild folk

osferth x fem!

A/n; yes i know this is super short :) and no summary because i can

warnings; NSFW 18+

wc; 908

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"Osferth..."

She croons his name softly, delicately, her tongue curling around the syllables as she waits patiently for him to stir. Tracing one finger up and down the length of his arm, she feels the bumps that form under her fingers in response to her feather-light touch. She does not have to wait long before he shifts beside her, uttering a quiet huff as his bright blue eyes open at the sound of her voice, and he blinks once, then twice, before turning his head to the side to be face to face with her.

"There you are," she murmurs, her voice laden with affection. "My Osferth."

If there is one thing she wants to remember till the day she dies, it is this. Sleep mussed and half awake, he's so very pretty in this light, cocooned beneath the furs draped over them and flat on his back like he is, his bare skin and hair almost golden in the glow of the early morning sun that streams into the chamber from the window overhead.

It is something akin to a dream, golden and bright and glowing, to be alone with him like this, surrounded by nothing but the dust motes floating around them, made visible by the sunlight warming the room and the sounds of Rumcofa slowly coming to life beyond the walls of the structure they've called home for the past year little more than a distant hum.

"Good morning."

"Is it, though?"

He chuckles, the sound rolling down her spine as his hand settles on her hip, molding to the shape of it in a way it's done a thousand times before, and she sighs, pressing closer to trail a string of kisses across his face. The shadows shift, a sure sign of the sun rising higher in the sky, and the practical part of her flares at the thought of wasting the day away, but it fades as she pulls back to meet his gaze, eyes moving over him. He looks more relaxed than she's seen him in weeks, almost no trace of the seasoned fighter in the half-softened line of his shoulders or in the slow rise and fall of his chest with each breath he takes.

She lifts one hand, fingers tracing the angles of his face before weaving into his hair, her fingers combing through the half tangled strands gently. His eyes fall shut again at her touch, the sensation of her nails scratching over his scalp dragging a low noise of pleasure somewhere between a low groan and a whine from between his lips.

The bed creaks as she shifts, her body flush against his as she nudges her nose against his before withdrawing her hand from his hair to ghost her fingertips down the length of his body, from shoulder to hip to knee, delighting in the hoarse, rasping sounds her touch pull deliciously from his pretty mouth as a ruddy shade of pink blooms just beneath his skin.

"Wild pretty thing that you are," he groans, head pressing against the pillow. His voice is little more than a breathy rasp low in his throat, his fingers biting into the meat of her thighs. She twisted, moving to situate herself atop him, sliding her palms up his arms until she stopped at his wrists, tugging them over his head.

"Wild, you say?" she teases, rolling her hips against him, grinning when he whines again, the tips of his ears going pink as he glares up at her half-heartedly.

"Y...yes," he whimpers, and she'll be damned if it is the one sound she'll never tire of hearing. He sat up suddenly, tugging his hands free to curl an arm around her waist, the other tangling in the hair at the base of her neck, her back arching as a moan clawed its way up her throat at the feel of him, hot and hard, pressing against her. Her mind went blank, empty save for the thought that no matter how many times they've lain together, innumerable to count now, the feel of him, his hands and his mouth and his darkened gaze focused on her never failed to all but rob the breath from her lungs, leaving her dizzy and breathless and everything in between.

The heat of his hands as he slid them up her sides to brush his knuckles against the side of her breast drew her back, her eyes opening and dropping down to his face, taking in the lazy, sated grin on his lips. "There you are," he uttered, a repeat of the words she had spoken earlier. She hummed a noise as his hand found purchase on her hip, his thumb stroking the skin.

She bit her lip, feeling the heavy, heated weight of his gaze on her as the deepening sounds of his breathing filled the space between them. She slid off him, one hand slipping under the linens, her fingers wrapping around his cock. The movement made him choke out a moan, knuckles going white around the sheet fisted in his grasp. "God-"

She pulled her hand away, lifting her fingers to her mouth, the other laying flat against his chest. "Is it not wrong to take the Lord's name in vain?"

"N…no-" his eyes squeeze shut, hips bucking upwards, any and all coherent thoughts vanishing in the blink of an eye, and she grins down at him triumphantly, all too pleased.

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delicatebarness · 9 days

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i think he knows | chapter eight

Summary: So, the secrets begin.

Warnings: Sneaky Bucky & Reader. Bucky not eating three meals a day.

Word Count: 1163

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A/N: My actual dream date. Also, I wrote this while watching Civil War so it took me longer than expected.

Blinking away the remnants of sleep, you felt a weight over your side, it was a comforting presence. Bucky lay there still asleep, his arm draped over you on top of your bedcovers. With a soft sigh, you gently freed yourself from under his hold and slipped from under the covers. Tiptoeing around your room, you collected what you needed to get ready for school and chose to get dressed in the jack-and-jill bathroom you shared with Steve, making sure to lock the door to Steve’s side before starting your morning routine.

Once you were ready, you walked back into your room, for a second you watched Bucky with a smile. Welcoming the comfort of knowing he was here, even if you had to stay hidden, you decided to let him sleep a little longer and sit at your desk to start on the homework you missed last night.

As you sat lost in your studying and writing notes, you began to lose track of time. The sound of Bucky’s steady breathing brings you out of your trance now and then, you can’t help but glance back at him from time to time. The morning sunlight causes shadows to contour his features.

“Morning, Sunshine,” his groggy voice broke the silence as he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

“Morning,” you whispered back, a flutter in your stomach at the sight of him. It didn’t take long before he made his way over to you. “How’d you sleep?”

His smile was warm as he leaned down to place a kiss against your cheek. “That was the best night's sleep I’ve ever had,” his breath was warm against your skin, causing your cheeks to flush.

“You looked so peaceful,” your voice tender as you reached out to rub a thumb over his cheek. His gaze softened, bringing his hand up to cover yours, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand.

“It’s because I was with you,” his eyes filled with sincerity as he whispered, turning his head to place a soft kiss in the middle of your palm.

In that moment, surrounded by the quiet intimacy, your stomach reminded you that you hadn’t eaten since lunch the previous day. After exchanging a quick look with Bucky, he told you to go and enjoy breakfast, he declined your offer of sneaking him something to eat, explaining he didn’t normally eat breakfast. He rubbed his thumb over your forehead, smoothing out the frown you gave him.

“Go on,” Bucky motioned toward your bedroom door. “Tell Steve and whoever else you need to that you’re staying late to use the library.” You gave him a questioning look as you watched him slip his boots on. “We’re going on a date.”

When returning to your room, it was empty. The bed had been neatly made and a leather jacket lay across the foot of the bed. Did he forget it? Feeling the pressure from Steve calling your name, you stuffed it into your backpack and grabbed your books.

Throughout the day, you and Bucky stole glances at each other whenever you could. Silent conversations in passing despite the distance between you. It was the start of a delicate dance of secrecy.

As the final bell rang, you couldn’t help but feel excited. The thought of seeing Bucky again, actually going on a date. Your first date, ever. It made you walk a little bit faster toward the library.

Your heart raced as you hurried to the library, eager for the evening ahead. Bucky was already waiting, his eyes lit up immediately when you walked in. “Hey again, Sunshine,” he greeted softly as you approached him. With the rush of adrenaline coursing through you, you sent him a quick “Hey,” back.

Together, you slipped out of the library, sneaking around the hallways. Both keeping your wits about you in case anyone who would have cared saw you together. Once you both found your way out of the building, the cool afternoon air hitting you, you searched the parking lot for his bike.

“So, where are we going?” you asked, trying to contain your excitement. As you reached the bike, it was starting to become muscle memory for Bucky to hand you his helmet and help you up.

“It’s a surprise,” he teased, lifting you gently by the waist and setting you onto the bike.

Arriving at your destination, you took in the view of an old diner that was tucked just outside of town. The glow of the neon signs illuminated the car park and a few outdoor seating. Bucky parked the bike in a space just outside the main window. You could already see the milkshakes and burgers that were being prepared in the kitchen area.

Walking into the diner, Bucky held your hand and guided you through the door and to an empty booth. As you sat across from each other, you exchanged hesitant glances, both of you uncertain about how to process.

Clearing his throat, Bucky broke the awkward silence. “Do you want a menu?” he asked, reaching to the end of the table where the menus stood. You nodded, mumbling a thank you as he passed you one.

“I love the vibe here,” you spoke, trying to ease more of the tension. “I didn’t know it was even here.” As you looked through the menu, your eyes lit up when reading all the different types of milkshakes. A small smile tugged at Bucky’s lips as he watched you taking it all in.

“Yeah, it’s got that classic 40s feel to it,” he visibly relaxed as the conversation began to find its footing. “That period has always been interesting to me,” he confessed. You looked up admirably at him, he had never told you anything like that about himself.

As you both got into more small talk, asking about each other’s days and what you were planning on ordering, a waitress approached with a friendly smile and took your orders. A strawberry milkshake and cheeseburger, Bucky agreed. “I’ll have what she’s having.”

The small talk began about while you waited for your order, at some point you remembered his jacket was still in your backpack. “You forgot this, by the way,” you took out the jacket out and began to pass it over to him.

“I didn’t forget it,” he waved his hand toward it, motioning that he didn’t want to take it. “I prefer it on you.” his signature smirk made its way across his face. Your cheeks flushed as he motioned for you to put it on. Which you did without hesitation, welcoming the extra warmth it brought you.

The atmosphere felt like it had become light as you both enjoyed your meal, yet there was still a lingering tension beneath it all. Bucky glanced at you after the waitress cleared away your empty plates.

“I, um, I think there’s something we need to talk about,” he began tentatively.

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lnnlove · 2 years

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heat waves | j.m.

based on “heat waves,” by glass animals

summary: regret and angst surround JJ and Y/N after JJ ended their relationship thinking that you would be better off with someone other than him. of course, it's a small island so you can't avoid each other forever, leading to you both having to confront your true feelings.

author’s note: sorry, apparently all I can write are angst fics based on songs but the ideas just keep coming! hope you’re not sick of this and enjoy. also I think this is the most JJ dialogue i’ve ever written, I hope it sounds like him!

word count: 9.7k (sorry, got carried away)

warnings: cursing, slightly smutty (foreplay/lead up), self-deprecation, depression, skipping meals/eating very little, language, marijuana use, fighting, yelling

Sometimes, all I think about is you. Late nights in the middle of June. Heat waves been faking me out. Can't make you happier now.

JJ can’t sleep. There’s a storm raging outside his window but it's nothing compared to the one inside his head. Summer always comes with storms in the South, because when the heat of the days meets a cold front from over the ocean, the heat wave rises and humidity condenses into rain.

He paces around trying to quiet his mind and throws his hat to the ground when he can’t. He flops to his bed with a frustrated grunt, exhaling the deep breath he’s been holding in. You taught him those, but they don’t seem to work anymore.

JJ brings his arms behind his head as he stares to his ceiling, possessed by the lightening flashes in his window, momentarily illuminating the surface above him before returning back to shadows.

The blank stare in his eye deepens as he fixated on the ceiling, remembering how you loved to snuggle up during storms to listen to them. He remembers how your soft skin felt underneath the blanket with him, arms and legs tangled together in a nest of comfort in one another. He remembers how one particularly large clap of thunder could cause a slight jump in you and that he always found it adorable.

“At least now we can spend the rest of the day in bed. Storm rules, I don’t make them up,” he remembers you saying after he would complain about the storm causing him to miss a day of surfing.

When he would hesitate to join you, you would pout momentarily before bursting into begging pleases with a gentle yank of his arm leading him towards your bed. Sometimes he would hesitate on purpose just to trigger this response from you. He loved it. When he finally gave in, a huge smile would spread across your face before kissing him. That smile, he thought. That god damn smile that's burned in to his brain could get him to do anything.

He wishes the memory would warm him up but really, it brings him nothing but pain knowing that he pushed away that one thing that brought him nothing but happiness because he thought you’d be better off with someone other than him.

JJ groans and rolls over to lay on his stomach, taking the pillow in his hands and shoving it over the back of his head, applying pressure - certain that will help drown out the thoughts that are plaguing him tonight.

But nothing helps. And it's been five weeks.

JJ suffers through the restless night, thinking of only you and how he wished he could feel a kiss from you one more time. He desperately wants to cave, give in and call you. He opens his phone, the light illuminating his face in the dark room. He stares at your contact. He wants to apologize and take it all back more than anything. But in his mind, this was the best thing he could do for you. And so, he suffers, closing his phone and tossing it across his room, thinking he was doing you a favor.

If you love someone, you have to let them go, he recited to himself internally from under the pillow. He repeated it over and over in his mind until he was sure that he had done the right thing and at last, finally began drifting off to sleep.

JJ hoped that you were doing better than him. He hoped that he was right, and that you’d find more happiness with someone who could give you more of what you deserved than he could.

But little did he know, less than a mile away, you were in your bed doing the exact same thing.

Usually, I put something on TV. So we never think about you and me. But today, I see our reflections clearly in Hollywood, laying on the screen.

You love rain. You love how it pours down, washing over everything without discrimination. You love how after a rain, the grass is greener and the birds sing and you feel clean.

You are so thankful for the storm outside bringing you at least a little comfort in your bed that night. You haven't had any comfort like this in weeks, since JJ ended things with you.

Your favorite foods don't taste the same. You favorite shows can't make you laugh. The blanket on your bed and the water in your shower doesn't feel the same on your skin. Your bed suddenly feels big and empty with just you in it. Your mom doesn't know how to talk about it with you so she just stares quietly from the door, dropping off meals on your side table and picking up the last one that remains barely touched.

Desperate for a interruption from your persistent ruminating thoughts about not being what JJ wanted, you sit up against your headboard and reach for your remote.

Surely there is something that can distract me from this torture, you think to yourself, flipping through the channels on your screen, desperate for some type of relief.

You settle on a black and white film that you don't recognize. There's something about the grainy picture and muffled sound of old films that you’ve always found comfort in, even if you’re not paying attention to the plot.

But there’s something in the way that the male lead in this movie looks at his best friend in the movie that reminds you of how JJ used to look at you and now you know there’s no use in seeking distraction from movies. It's been five weeks and everything reminds you of him.

With a sigh, you sink back into your bed and roll over, wrapping yourself in your blanket to look out your window. After watching the lightening momentarily illuminate your room, you close your eyes to listen closely to the rain falling on your roof.

And when the thunder rumbles outside, you find comfort in the small rattle it causes in your sternum. This is the first thing you’ve felt deeply in weeks.

Of course, the storm makes you think of all the stormy summer days that you’ve spent with JJ. You can’t help him coming across your mind. He was everything to you, so of course you have your own personal storm of memories flooding your headspace, ending with the stinging pain of remembering how he ended things with you.

You wonder how he is. He’s probably at the Chateau with his friends anyway, probably not giving you a second thought, you think. How naive you are.

Even with that thought swarming in your mind, you feel a serious temptation to call him.

You open your phone, staring at his contact. You can’t bring yourself to delete the photos of him from your phone. It would probably make it easier to get over him, but you’re so scared to never have them again.

You almost do it. You almost press the call button.

He wouldn’t answer, you think. And just like that, the fleeting temptation is gone. You close your phone and set it upside down on your nightstand.

You have the feeling in your throat like you want to cry. But you’ve cried all the tears you had already today, so you’re stuck with that feeling in your throat and no way to relieve it.

You close your eyes and wish for sleep to take you. Maybe if you wish hard enough, it will come.

But when you close your eyes, all you can think about is the look on his face that night.

You just need a better life than this. You need something I can never give.

The text you got from him that night sent you into a panic.

Can I come over? Need to talk.

You tried to push it out of your mind. JJ needed to talk a lot, about all kinds of things. You shouldn't jump to the assumption that it's bad. There hadn't been any signs that he was unhappy in the relationship.

Sure babe! Whenever.

You responded, forcing yourself to act normal.

You swallowed the negative gut feeling you had down and prepared to wait for him to arrive, thinking he would come later in the night and then stay with you. But he was there within 5 minutes, knocking on your front door.

"Hey baby!" you greet him. He's standing with his hands in his pockets, he gives you a soft smile and small nod.

That's weird, you think. He moves inside and passes you as you close the door behind him. You turn around and step closer to where he's standing now. He's not immediately seeking physical connection with you like he normally would, either by snaking his arms around your waist or kissing you when he walked by. You move in to give him a kiss as you wrap your arms around his middle for a hug. He barely returns your kiss, and remains unmoving and tensed in your hug.

You pull your head away with haste, leaving your arms around him as you search his eyes for answers only inches away.

“What's wrong baby?" you question him.

He just stares down at you with hardened eyes, brows furrowed as he focuses on your expression twisting into concern.

Fuck, he thinks, this is going to be hard.

"JJ, please tell me what's going on," you beg him, stress building inside you at his prolonged silence and apathetic body language.

It seems to you like he's standing there, careless and completely indifferent to the concern he's causing you. But what you don't know is that he's in his mind screaming at himself to keep his resolve and act like he doesn't care when his first instinct is to rush and wrap you in his arms planting kisses all over your beautiful face to get that look off of it. He's a good actor.

"I've been thinking," he finally speaks, "And..."

"And?" you question.

"And I don't think we're right together, Y/N."

You pull away from him and step back, collapsing into yourself. You hear him continuing, but you don't understand the words. You can see his lips moving, talking at you but you don't comprehend the string of words that are blending together as everything around you goes quiet and your vision begins to blur with tears. Your wrap your arms around yourself to try and find comfort as he stands in front of you, just inches away but he's never felt farther.

You return to the moment and swallow the lump in your throat, wiping the tears at your eyes.

"No," you beg him, lifting your eyes to meet his. It's all you can say. What could have possibly changed since the last time you saw him to cause this? you think.

God damn, she's so stubborn, he curses internally. He didn't expect you to put up such a fight for someone like him.

"You deserve better than what I can give you Y/N," he presses you to see reason.

"What do you mean JJ? I don't understand," you plead between your continuing tears.

"I mean," he pulls his head away from you, dropping it into his hands with frustration, "that I'm not good enough for you."

"Of course you are," you take a step forward with an outstretched arm to try and comfort him, "where is this coming from?"

He jerks away from your efforts.

"Damn it, Y/N, why do you have to make this harder?"

"You think I'm just going to let you break up with me for something as stupid as this?"

"It's not stupid!" he yells. Exasperated, he stares at you with a look you've never seen on his face. Hurt, shame, embarrassment, and also anger all at once.

"You need someone who can take care of you! You need someone who can take you out whenever you want and buy you fancy dinners and dresses and jewelry. And take you to see the world like you've always talked about. And someone who can give you a comfortable home and life and everything that I can't give you!"

"JJ, what have I done to make you think that? You can take care of me! And I don't care about any of that stuff. Why don't you let me make that decision for myself?"

"You don't know any better," he says with a short tone.

"Excuse me?" you ask, eyes wide and eyebrows raised. You're offended now, "do you really think I am so small minded that I don't know what's good for me? Did how I feel about this ever even occur to you?"

He doesn't answer. You start again.

"JJ, YOU are what makes me the happiest. Even when you're acting like this, I still want you. I do feel like you can take care of me and build us a home together. If you think I'll be happier without you, you're crazy."

This isn't working, he thinks to himself. He rushes to figure out how he can convince you. What will he have to say? Unfortunately, that leaves you with the perfect amount of time to jump to conclusions. And it gives him the perfect opportunity.

"If you don't want to be with me, just say that. Don't pull this noble 'I'm saving you' bullshit," you mock him with air quotes, fighting now.

"Fine," he says, exhaling his anger and bracing to hurt you now. This is the only way you'll accept it.

"I don't want you anymore," he lies. Of course you're what he wants for the rest of his life, but he can't be selfish, he has to stay on task. This may be the hardest thing he's ever had to do, hurting the person he loves the most in the world.

"Okay then," you whisper with a nod, now fully understanding what this was about. Or so you thought. You begin to cry, breaking your eye contact with him and looking for anything in the room to focus on other than him.

For a moment, JJ falters when he sees what he’s done.

“Y/N wait,” he begins, taking a step forward with a hand outstretched to touch you, but you step to the side away from him. You walk towards your door and open it.

“Just go, please,” you say quietly, standing by the door and using it to block half of your body. JJ doesn’t see that the part of your body that’s hidden is leaning on the door to keep you standing.

He takes one last look at you through furrowed brows and sorry eyes. He wants to say something but he doesn’t know what. Probably that he loves you and that’s why he’s doing this, but of course you wouldn’t believe him.

JJ breaks his gaze from you and opens the glass door that remains in his way. His heart is breaking. His brain is yelling at him to stop, turn around and take it back, but his feet somehow keep carrying him forward.

The glass door is not even closed behind him when your knees fail you and you collapse to the ground in tears. You had been holding it in so well for too long and the audible pain you’re experiencing escapes you.

JJ turns around and sees you through the glass door, on your knees and sobbing into your hands.

He thought lying to you was the hardest thing he’s ever done, but he was wrong. He lies all the time. Standing there seeing you breaking like that and not rushing back to you to it all back is the hardest thing he's ever done.

You can't fight it, you can't breathe. You say something so loving, but now I gotta let you go. You'll be better off with someone new.

There’s a gentle knock on your bedroom door that pulls you from your book. And for a moment you think maybe it could be JJ. But you remember the pattern with which he used to knock and know it couldn’t be him.

Your door barely opens and you hear your mom call to you.

“Hey honey,” she says as she peeks inside to make sure you’re awake, then she opens it fully and enters.

You’re sitting on your bed, reading your tenth book in the six weeks since JJ broke up with you. You haven’t been doing much else at all. Your mom approaches your bed and sits on the side of it facing you.

“Hey mom,” you say quietly with a small smile, moving your bookmark into place and setting the book down in your lap.

“How are you today baby?” she asks.

“I’m okay,” you say with a shrug. It’s not a total lie. You have good days and you have bad days. You haven’t cried today which is always a small victory.

“I’m worried your wasting your summer away cooped up in here, Y/N. It’s already June and you’ll be back to school before you know it.”

You’re a little shocked by your mom’s words. She hasn’t acknowledged the break up or your behavior since very much. She’s mostly kept her distance and let you be, not forcing you to talk about anything. She’s even let you get away with stealing her wine and liquor, which you know she must have noticed by now.

“I just don’t have much else to do mom,” you respond with a defeated gesture. You’ve gotten out to go on a few walks in the last two weeks, but there’s too many spots on the island where he could be and so you avoid them all together for fear of seeing him. That doesn’t leave too many places to go.

“What about your friends baby?” she asks.

In truth, you grew apart from most of your friends when you started dating JJ a year ago. You spent so much time with him that you started seeing less and less of them, and you couldn’t blame them for being mad about that now. Of course you also had the pogues when you were dating JJ, but after your connection to them was severed, you haven’t kept up really. They were JJ’s friends first.

“I don’t really have any anymore,” you mutter, “not since…” you trail off. She knows what you mean.

“Well, that’s not true,” your mom cuts in.

“Yes it is mom,” you insist.

“I saw Sarah at the grocery store today and she asked me about you. She seemed very concerned.”

You don’t say anything, but your look must have told her to go on. You’re not sure you want to know what she told her about how you’re doing.

“I said you’ve been better,” she says jokingly. It does make you laugh a little. “Then she begged me to tell you about her birthday party tonight. She sounded like she really wanted you to come.”

Your attention was peaked and you raised your head to meet your mom's eyes. The excitement is fleeting though, and it dies down when you think about seeing JJ there.

"I don't know mom," you whisper, "what if he's there?"

"Who cares if he's there?" she shouts. "Show him that he hasn't broken you baby," she tries to empower you. She's always been very good at this part, being your friend. She had you at a young age and remembers what it was like.

"But," you start. "He has mom."

"I still see my same Y/N," she says. "And life goes by too fast for you to spend all this time in your room avoiding him just because he's stupid."

You contemplate her words. She tries again.

"Are you really going let him take away your summer like this? All these nights you could be spending with friends or making new friends? I simply won't let you spend another night in here wasting your youth. You'll be grown up before you know it," she lectures.

You know she's right. All she talks about it how fast she grew up and how you shouldn't wish your life away. But all you can think about is growing up and getting off the island. Going somewhere for college or maybe not and just moving somewhere to reinvent yourself.

Her words register with you. She was hoping to make you mad and she thinks it worked.

You exhale the breath you were holding in with a huff. No, no you won't let him take your summer from you. If the party was on Figure 8, you were sure he probably wouldn't be there anyway.

You lean in to hug your mom, throwing your arms around her neck and say "Okay, I'll go," while in her embrace.

She pulls away with a smile and says "That's my girl. Now let's pick an outfit!"

Your mom got you out of bed and helped you choose an outfit. She played music and made sure your spirits were high before you walked out of the door. She always talked about how she wasn't a good mom, but she was exactly the one you needed, especially in that moment when you needed a friend.

Of course, the confidence and excitement you were feeling with her died the second you turned your bike out of your driveway and were alone again.

The loneliness set back in and the pit in your stomach grew bigger and bigger until you considered turning back around and telling your mom you'd rather stay in with her all night. Sarah wouldn't miss you that much anyway, you thought.

Luckily, you prepared for this feeling and pulled your bike off as you passed an entrance to the beach on Figure 8. JJ definitely wouldn't be here of all places.

You leave your bike momentarily at the entrance, and make your way down to the beach. You find an empty spot close to the surf and sit down, thankful that the beach tends to empty after sunset.

You reach into your pocket and retrieve the joint you had rolled for yourself earlier that day and a lighter, silently thanking your past self. Like second nature, you stick it between your lips and light the end, inhaling the first hit and holding it in your lungs for a few moments before exhaling the smoke, closing your eyes to let the immediate comfort it brings you set in.

At least some feelings never change, you think, taking solace in the familiar feeling of the high taking over.

You take a few more draws from it while you listen to the crashing waves before putting it out in the sand and saving the other half for later, certain that you'll either need it or it will be an easy way to make friends at the party.

You make it back to your bike and hop on, finishing your ride to the party much more relaxed now.

Sarah’s house is full of people that spill out and litter the front and back yards. You enter through the opened front door, hearing the music blasting from the threshold. You wade through the crowd of familiar faces, offering a soft smile or small greeting to everyone you pass. It seems they’re not as mad at you as you thought which gives you more confidence to be there.

Finally, you make it to the kitchen to secure a drink, quickly combining a rough pour of vodka and orange juice to get you started quickly. When you turn the corner into the next room, you see a group of girls from school and move to speak to them.

You are welcomed into the group after some small talk and stand with them in a comfortable corner of the room. You pay attention to their conversation, relying on them mostly to carry it while you contribute here and there. The safety of the corner allows you to see around the room, watching everyone talking, singing, dancing, drinking, laughing. You missed this.

As you scanned the room, you finally spot Sarah several people over. You smile when you see her, having missed her friendship so much these last six weeks. When your eyes continue on their path, they suddenly fall on the group around her.

Pope, Kie, John B…. and JJ.

Just when you realize that he’s there and the sinking feeling returns to your stomach, Sarah looks away from the people she was talking with and meets your eyes. Her expression does not match the concerned one that begins to take over your features.

She smiles and waves at you. You muster up a small smile and return her wave.

She beckons you, asking for you to come to her.

Your eyes widen and glance to her left, signaling JJ’s presence. You give her a begging shake of your head and beckon her in your direction.

She looks to her left and realizes the meaning of your unspoken language. She slowly returns her head to face you and mouths “Ohhh.”

You laugh at her silly drunkenness while she makes her way over to you.

“Y/N!” she sings with a gleeful tone as she approaches you and pulls you slightly away from your group.

“Hey Sarah,” you say as she wraps her arms around your neck in a hug, “happy birthday.”

“I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve missed you,” she says next to you, continuing her hug.

“Kie and I both have,” she adds while pulling away to see you.

“I’ve missed you both too,” you return and an awkward silence falls over you two for a moment as you both decide not to bring up the reason you’ve been separated.

“Well I’m really glad you’re here now,” she says, linking your arms together, “we'll have to catch up while you’re here and you can’t go back in to hiding after this.”

“I’m working on it,” you say bashfully, finding comfort from talking about this with a friend. You considered Sarah one of your closest friends after joining their group. She has a way about her that makes you feel instantly comfortable and like you’ve known her forever. That must be why there were so many people here for her birthday, everyone loves her because she makes everyone feel loved.

Which is exactly why someone else approached her as you talked, pulling her away from your conversation.

She looked back to you and said “we’ll talk more later,” while being pulled away by the next guest wanting her attention. You nodded to assure her that you were alright being left alone. You returned to the group you were talking with and retreated back into your corner, able to keep an eye on all the guests to make sure one in particular didn’t surprise you.

You stayed there for what felt like an hour but could have been just minutes listening to the party around you. Everyone talking over the music and laughing at each other’s jokes, having a good time. Why did it seem like everyone could have a good time except you? It seemed like everything you used to be able to talk about had been wiped from your memory and you didn’t know how to contribute anymore. All you could do was stand there paralyzed, watching your peers enjoy life, moving on and growing without you.

Including JJ.

You couldn’t help but watch him when he was so close, laughing with his friends, joking with the people around him, passing through the crowd with effortless motion, completely weightless and smiling like there was nothing burdening him.

It made you lose your breath.

He’s totally fine, you think, trying to decide why you thought he would be anything else since he was the one to end it. You struggled to keep a full breath of air in your lungs as your chest began to rise and fall very quickly when the memory of him telling you that he didn’t want you anymore resurfaced.

Of course he doesn’t, your brain attacks you. Why would he want you when he could have any girl here?

You could see there weren’t any girls flirting with him, but your mind betrayed you by planting those toxic intrusive thoughts and then it was all you could think. Seeing him acting as if he couldn’t be happier convinced you that he never cared at all, that he was enjoying this newfound freedom even.

You excuse yourself from the group you were standing with and begin walking away, desperately needing to remove yourself from where you could see him so clearly. With no idea where you were headed and legs barely able to put one in front of the other, you had to stop to try and catch your shallow breath. You placed your drink on a table and brought your hand to your chest to try and steady your breathing.

When you pull your head up from where it was hanging between your shoulders, you instinctively look in his direction to see if he’s noticed you. You regret that.

JJ pulls his eyes away from Pope and meet yours across the room. The smile on his face falls from his lips, and light begins to leave his eyes. Of course he’s disappointed to see you, you think.

You hold his gaze long enough to see his eyes soften towards you and your chest starts to rise and fall rapidly again, heart beat quickening and breath hitching in your throat. Your panic is visible to him as you bring your hand to your chest once again to stop the sting you’re feeling in your heart.

Your flight response finally takes over, and without control you turn away from him to flee as fast as you can in your panicked state.

As you navigate slowly through the crowd, excusing yourself to every one you pass, you hear several muffled words faintly behind you and realize he is trying to get to you.

“Sorry, coming through,” you hear his voice behind you for the first time in weeks. Knowing that he’s following you, you pick up your pace, desperate for a way to escape him. Lost in the big house and crowd of people, you settle on a hall closet, jogging to the door as you feel his presence closing in on you. You open the door and rush in, turning around once inside to brace yourself against the door.

JJ gets to the door within seconds.

"Y/N, open the door," he begs you on the other side of the wooden barrier. You silently refuse, tears welling in your eyes at the sound of his voice.

JJ continued banging on it harshly and begging you to open the door. He tried opening it himself, but you hold the knob, using all of your strength to keep it closed against him. But you don’t have much strength to give. And he's stronger than your strongest.

You give up, retreating to the back of the small room, placing your back against the wall and sliding down to the floor with your knees in front of you to guard yourself from him, leaning your head against the wall behind you to try and regain your breath.

He invades.

The two of you have been in this closet before, under vastly different circumstances. The memory on both of your minds is obvious, creating a thick air of tension, but neither of you will mention it.

He catches one look of you crying against the wall and turns to face the door, leaving his back to you. He props his forehead against the door to ground him.

"What are you doing?" you question his odd movements, breaking the silence that hovered between you since he entered.

"Trying to give you some privacy," he responds.

"Why did you follow me in here then?" you plead between breaths.

Silence falls over you both again when he realizes his contradicting actions. He begins to gently tap his forehead repeatedly on the door.

“You’ve got to get over me, Y/N,” he exhales in a whisper.

You let out a sarcastic laugh at this.

“Yeah sure, I’ll get right on that. You got any tips? Seems to be working quite well for you,” you scoff.

"I just want to help," he says, ignoring your insinuation and thus confirming it further to you.

"You can't help when you're the cause, JJ."

That breaks him.

He turns to face you, taking the few steps that keep you distanced from him and crouches in front of you, eye level with you now.

"I don't mean to be, Y/N," he asserts, holding eye contact.

"What do you mean to do then, JJ? You can't just end things with me, act like you don't care and then follow me into a closet trying to comfort me again. It's confusing, J."

"You think I don't care?"

"What am I supposed to think when I see you out there just living your life unfazed by this, completely unbothered by not being with me? It's like you don't even remember how good we had it, and now we don't.”

A pang of harsh silence falls between you in the dim room.

"It does bother me,” he tries.

“Please go JJ, this hurts too much,” you ignore him.

“I can’t leave you like this,” JJ whispers.

“JJ, it’s too hard for me to have you so close in front of me like this when I can’t reach out and have you,” you sniffle out.

Those words hurt him. He silently stares at you. He’s thinking about it right now. He’s thinking about going back to how it was, just kissing you now and apologizing. He knows you’d take him back.

“Please,” you beg.

He stands and backs away now, having seen the pain he’s caused you. He could never make you happy again, now that he’s done this.

He knows one day you’ll be happy again, it will just take time and he’ll have to fight every urge to comfort you.

JJ walks to the door and pauses to utter “I’m sorry,” before gently opening the door and leaving you in the closet.

I don't wanna be alone. You know it hurts me too. You look so broken when you cry. One more and then I say goodbye.

It's been 6 days since you saw JJ at Sarah's party and one thing he said has been hanging in your mind since then.

"It does bother me."

You ignored him when he first said it, hopelessly refusing to believe him and just wanting him to leave you so that you could think again.

But since then, the words have lingered in your mind, dwelling on the words falling out of his mouth and how you dismissed it. Who knows where your conversation could have? And that "what if" has been tormenting you for days.

And that is exactly what brought you to tears that night, sitting alone again in your bed, crying over the loss of this same boy. You are starting to feel pathetic now, but how can you just move on when you had made so many plans with him? When you hadn't been prepared or even slightly seen it coming? You were completely blindsided.

That pathetic feeling you had for yourself quickly turned to apathy. You didn't care that you were still hung up on him because who was even around you to notice? And that apathy became rapidly dangerous as your sobs subsided for a brief moment and the tears cleared from your eye for long enough for you to see yourself pulling up JJ's contact in your phone.

I'm calling him, you thought. Your desperation and lack of pride becoming weaponized against you. You didn't care if he knew you missed him and needed him, he's the one person in the world you have shared your most vulnerable thoughts with. He's seen the deepest and most secret parts of you. You don't care if he sees that you're broken without him. He already saw you the other night.

You stare at his contact for several moments as you contemplated calling him. Your thumb hovers over the call button until you think fuck it, before you can talk yourself out of it.

Shamelessly, you press the button and swallow the growing nausea in your stomach as the phone rings.

JJ has been mentally kicking himself since he walked out of the closet leaving you the other night. He can't believe he let himself do that, abandoning you in that state.

Of course, he thinks he's doing what's right for you and so he lets himself suffer as he continues his internal battle of strengthening his resolve to let you go and giving in to his truly overwhelming feelings for you.

So when his phone rings and he sees your name on his screen for the first time in weeks, he hesitates to answer, unsure if this would end well.

After five rings, you're certain he won't answer.

Until in the middle of the sixth and final phone chime, he scrambles to slide the button and presses the phone to his ear before he misses his chance.

"Hello?" he answers. It sends an ache to your swelling heart and causes butterflies to erupt in your stomach at the same time.

Idiot, he thinks to himself, why did answer like you didn't know who it was. He squints his face and pulls at his hair in frustration, convincing himself there would have been something better to say as if that was the most normal way to answer the phone.

"Hey," you let out after holding your breath. You sniffle after saying it and thought it was quiet enough.

"Y/N, are you okay?" he jumps to conclusions hearing your stifling your cry, panic evident in his tone.

“Um,” you consider, “that’s a loaded question.” Physically you were fine, but you don’t think you could say you’ve been “okay” in weeks.

“Well, what’s going on? Has something happened?” he asks, trying to find out why you’ve called him.

“No, I just…” you trail off, unsure of what you planned on saying, “I just…. would you come over?” you blurt out.

JJ is silent for a few seconds, trying to suppress the immediate urge he feels to rush to you.

“I don’t know, Y/N… do you think that’s a good idea?”

The rejection of his response stings and the tears come rushing back to you. They spill over your eyelids and you can’t conceal the sound of your cries to the boy on the other side of the phone.

“Please J,” he hears you cry. “I just really don’t want to be alone,” you beg as you realize the true reason behind calling him. You couldn’t stand the solitude of heartbreak any longer. You needed a break from it even just for one night.

His heart breaks at the sound of your sobs. You voice is shaking in his ear and he can’t fight his instincts to be there for you any longer. He brings a hand behind his head and looks to his feet while holding the phone to his ear. He closes his eyes for a moment and accepts that this will fuck everything up, but he has to go to you.

“Okay,” he breaks, “I’m coming Y/N, I’ll be there.” And he hangs up the phone.

You try you best to subdue your crying before he gets there so that you don’t look like a total mess when he arrives, but your cries have been lasting longer than usual these last few weeks now that you have something to truly be sad about.

Ten minutes later, JJ arrives at your house and notices your mom's car is not in the driveway. Somewhat relieved that he won't have to face the disappointment of the woman that's treated him like her own son, he makes his way to the door.

He doesn't knock, he opens it and walks in like it's second nature to him. It is, really.

"Y/N?" he calls out.

He scans the living room for you and when he sees you're not there, he picks up his pace to the back of your house where your room is, knowing that's where you'd be. His nerves build in his stomach as he prepares to see you.

"Y/N?" he says as he opens your door without knocking.

You're sitting in your bed with you back against your headboard while you take in the sight of him there in your room again. He's in shorts and long sleeve t-shirt. The two of you stay like that for a few moments before saying anything.

JJ removes his hat and bends the bill of it between his hands, his nervous tick.

You're so tired of crying. You long for the day that you'll have no tears left to cry for him, but seeing him standing there with that concerned look on his face caused them to well again and stream out over your cheeks. You are the first to break eye contact in a vain effort to hide your whimpering from him, but he sees you.

At the sight, JJ drops his hat to the floor and moves to you. He doesn’t see the light that used to reflect in your eyes, or the big fun loving personality that he fell for. He climbs into his spot on your bed and takes you in his arms.

You melt into his embrace, this being the first time you’ve felt his warm touch in almost seven weeks.

JJ has to hold back a gasp at how frail you feel in his arms, having noticeably shrunken into yourself. He almost doesn’t recognize you from the sadness in your face, eyes and cheeks swollen and the tan fading from your skin from the lack of time spent in the sun. You’re a shadow of the person you once were.

He holds you while you cry into his chest, one arm wrapped around his neck to hold yourself in place and the other gripping the material of his shirt on his side. You want to hold on him so tight that he couldn’t leave even if he tried.

You had missed his embrace more than you realized and you savored it while he was there. His presence has such an effect of you that your breath begins to slow back down and you can hear his heartbeat through his shirt where your head is against him when your sniffling stops. You breathe in his familiar scent and smile slightly when you realize it will linger on your pillow and blanket that it’s escaped from during the weeks of his absence. His company has restored your calm and you finally wipe the last tears from your eyes.

"There we go," JJ coos into the top of your head when he realizes that you've stopped crying.

You lift your head to look at him, meeting his gaze and offer him a coy smile, showing slight embarrassment.

"I'm really glad that you're here," you admit.

JJ can't help himself. He takes your face in both of his hands to look closer at your swollen cheeks and puffy red eyes with a worried frown, assessing the damage he's done to you.

You can't help yourself either when he's holding your face like this. You've been missing him so much, down to the deepest part of you. If you'd known your last kiss would have been your last kiss, you would have leaned in just a little bit closer, held it just a little longer, cherished it just a little bit more.

And so, you think fuck it and boldly kiss him. You lean in the few inches that separate you from him and press your lips to his while he continues to hold either side of your face. Your hands are desperately grabbing at his chest and neck, searching for a way to keep close to him as he kisses you back. His soft familiar lips move in perfect rhythm with yours and you accept his tongue as it grazes against your lips and into your mouth to meet yours.

After a few seconds of savoring the feeling of his kiss that you'd missed so badly, you can't help but think he’s not kissing me like someone who doesn’t want me.

And just as if he could hear your thought, JJ pulls away, breaking your kiss.

"Y/N, we can’t do this." JJ keeps one hand in its place cupping your cheek and holding the back of your neck, but he drops the other to rest over the one you have rested on his chest.

"Why not?" you ask, pleading with your foreheads together.

"It's not right," he answers in a whisper.

"Since when have you cared about what's right?" you argue, lifting your head from where he was holding you in place so that you could look him in the eyes.

"I've always cared about what's right when it comes to you!" JJ shouts back, hurt by your insinuation.

You choose to ignore that statement. If he cared about what was right when it came to you, he would have never broken up with you.

You sit in silence for a few seconds, turning your head to break his stare, only the sound of your heavy breaths filling the room. You can't understand why he always insists on fighting you.

You turn back to face him, reaching out to place one hand on each of his shoulders, willing him to look at you. His body is aligned with yours, but he drops his head to the side to avoid your gaze.

"JJ, please," you state plainly, "I just want to feel something good." You have no trouble stating your needs. "I have been feeling so bad for so long and I just..."

He lifts his head and brings his eyes to meet yours, tears welling in them. They're looking softer and bluer than you've ever seen them. He stays silent, not protesting, and you take this as a sign to continue.

"And I just think..." you pick back up, "that if I knew it was our last time," you pause, "that I could move on easier afterward than I can with where we are now."

He says nothing, just looks at you. You can see the thoughts swirling in his head, see him deciding what he's going to do. It's so embarrassing for you to be putting yourself out there like this and him torturing you with no response. But you decide not to be embarrassed. It's JJ.

"If it's true that you don't want me anymore, then fine. You can leave right now and at least I'll know that you really mean that," you stop, waiting for a reaction. "But if even a little part of you wants me, even just a tiny bit..." you say, "let's just have this one more night together and at least we'll know it's the last one and we'll have closure." You squeeze your hands on his shoulders with searching eyes and a small faked smile, indicating you're done and it's time for him to decide.

JJ doesn't say anything.

He darts his hands to either side of your waist, lifting you and moving you to lay back on your bed. He lets out a deep exhale and brings his face to yours, kissing you fiercely. You relish in the feeling it gives you, moving your hands from his shoulders to be wrapped around his neck, fingers teasing through his golden hair, holding him closer and closer to you.

"Oh, baby," he moans against your lips, his hands tightening their grip on your waist and hip where he's holding you to the bed, "I want you so bad." That's him, your old JJ, returned to you, even if it's just for tonight.

"I want you JJ," you moan back. He breaks away to trail kisses down your cheek, along your jaw, to your neck and then to his favorite spot behind your ear. You run your fingers under the back of his shirt, pulling it up to reveal his back and he raises from you momentarily to remove his shirt. He returns to his place at your neck while working his hand under the hem of your shirt to grasp at your bare chest for a few moments before moving his hand down along your skin to slip under the waistband of your shorts. You lift your hips to grind against his fingers. As he teases you, you stifle gasps and moans long enough to bring your lips to his ear and say "I want everything one more time, J," before you fully release yourself into the hold he has on you.

You feel his hand extract from you momentarily before a strong grasp tugs on your waistband to remove the layers that concealed you from him. JJ brings his left arm up to hold your hands above your head and with the other, he held your jaw gently between his thumb and pointer finger to look you in your eyes. He grazed his thumb over your swollen lips.

"I would do anything for you," he breaths out before kissing you hard on the mouth and continuing his work on your body.

I just wonder what you're dreaming of when you sleep and smile so comfortable. I just wish that I could give you that, that look that's perfectly un-sad.

JJ lay awake, his breathing only just recently returning to his normal pace. He had one arm tucked under his head and the other around you, clutching your sleeping form to his bare chest. You had one arm draped lazily over his middle, your sleepy fingers tickling his skin. How could he sleep after what just happened?

He didn't think he'd ever be able to sleep again. How could he live with himself?

He had one job. Break up with you and let you go. But that look on your face as you pleaded for him. How could he resist that? And he believed you. That you just needed him one more time before moving on.

JJ silently cursed himself, careful not to wake you. He had to savor the moment before you woke up.

JJ looked down at you sleeping silently next to him. He memorized the way your chest felt rising away from and falling into his side as you breathed. He shifted so that your head fell from his chest to the pillow beneath and he rolled on his side to face you. He felt your heavy exhaled breath flutter across his face.

Your hair had fallen into your face during the shift, so he lifted a hand to brush it out of your face.

JJ thought you looked so happy when you were asleep and wondered what you must be dreaming of. The smallest sweet smile apparent in your lips crushed him as he thought how he'd never be able to show you true peace like this.

He wished that he could be the reason for your smile instead of what you must have been dreaming about. Suddenly, JJ felt wrong to be there, intruding on you, invading your privacy. He felt he had to leave now before you could wake up and regret what you'd both done.

He shifted to lay on his back and exhaled a deep breath with a sigh before he made his move to leave. He sat up on the edge of the bed and looked around for the rest of his clothes before silently standing.

He thought he would be able to get out unnoticed and slip away before having to have a difficult conversation. But the stirring and sudden absence next to you woke you.

Sometimes, all I think about is you. Late nights in the middle of June.

You stirred awake and reached for JJ but gasped when you saw JJ was gone from his place in your bed.

JJ froze in his place standing in your room, his shirt in hand. He watched you realize that he wasn't there. You shifted in your bed to sit up when you noticed JJ standing in front of you. He'd been getting dressed.

"JJ no! Don't you dare walk out of here," you raise your voice at him from your bed, tears threatening to flood your eyes.

"You said - " he shouts, an arm extended out in front of him in frustration.

"I don't care what I said!" you interrupt him. And you're not lying, you didn't care. "I care about what you said."

"What do you mean what I said?" JJ shouts.

"You SAID that you would do anything for me," you begin, "please explain to me how you could say something like that but not want to be with me?"

"Y/N, I really don't want to talk about it."

"No! We are going to talk about it JJ," you shout. "There is clearly something wrong! There's something you're not telling me."

"I'M wrong!" JJ seethes, throwing his shirt across your room in frustration.

"I - "

"No now you shut up!" JJ insisted, "if you're going to force me to talk, then you listen."

You blinked at him in disbelief. He's never talked to you that way.

"I am wrong for you, Y/N," he tries to say calmly, "I was laying there awake watching you smile in your sleep, thinking about how I can't give you that happiness."

Angry now, you scream "Are you delusional?!"

JJ starts to object but you cut him off.

"How can you be so blind and not see that I was happy tonight because you were here? And how are you SO SURE that I would just get over you like it’s that simple to me?"

JJ is silent.

"You mean to tell me that you've put me through this for months based on your delusional opinion that you're not good enough for me?" you can't help the tears that fall from your eyes now.

"Y/N, it's what's best for you."

"When will you trust me enough to let ME decide what's best for myself?" you shout.

JJ attempts to respond, but you continue shouting. JJ does too, both of you yelling from your spots in the room, arms flailing in an attempt to prove your points but with you both arguing at once, neither of you are listening.

You both settle down now that you've gotten your frustrations out through shouts. You're a little grateful JJ was yelling over you because you're really not sure of what you said.

"Can I go now?" you say chuckling quietly, asking for permission to continue. JJ nods and makes his way to sit on the bed with you.

"You do need to understand that I can judge what's best for myself," you start, "but also..." you reach your hand out to JJ's face, turning his head with your palm so that he will look at you when you say this.

"I need you to understand," you pause, trying to find the right words. "That your situation.... is not your fault. And you are worthy of my love regardless, and anyone's love for that matter." You're firm with your words. Even if he won't love you back the way you want, at least he'll walk away from this conversation having heard that.

JJ let your words wash over him. He closed his eyes and exhaled the breath that he was holding in. You saw his brow begin to furrow and you hoped that his silence meant he was listening to what you said.

He began to lean towards you and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his shoulders, bringing him in to rest against your chest.

You sat in silence for a few moments while you thought of what to do. You had one arm around JJ's back, and the other running through his hair, something you knew always calmed him down.

"I don't want to sit here and convince you to be with me," you trailed off, although you weren't too proud to beg.

"You don't have to do that at all, Y/N," JJ cut in.

"But..... let me just ask you this."

JJ lifted his chin, signaling for you to continue.

"Stop thinking about what you think is best for me for one minute."

He nodded.

"And tell me what you want. What do you want?"

JJ sat up from where you were holding him and looked at you for a few seconds. He smiled at you so sweetly that you thought you might burst.

And he said "To be with you. More than anything I've ever wanted."

You closed your eyes and let out the breath you were holding in, bringing your hands to your stomach to combat the swirling feeling you were having inside. It felt so good to hear him say that. A smile spread across your lips as a few tears streamed down your cheeks.

JJ leaned in to you after wiping a few tears of his own. He brought his hands to either side of your face, swiping at the tears that littered your cheeks with his thumb.

You opened your eyes to meet his gaze.

"Then be with me," you requested with a sweet laugh and slight shake of your head, "please." It really was that simple to you.

Then JJ crashed in to you, enveloping you in a tight hug with both of his arms wrapped around your neck. "Okay," he whispered into your neck where he was nuzzled.

He pulled back to look at you.

"If you insist," he grinned. It earned him a laugh from you. How he had missed that.

JJ interrupted your laugh by kissing you again. It was a long and desperate kiss. And after, he followed it with several short pecks, "mwah, mwah, mwah," he said in between. As if making up for lost time.

"'I'm sorry for all of the things I said," JJ admitted.

"I am too," you added. "Just talk to me about it next time?" you requested with a laugh.

"I will," he promised.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj outer banks #outerbanks #outer banks netflix #outer banks fanfiction #obx #obx2 #obx3 #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank angst #jj obx

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wzrd-wheezes · 7 months

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hi!! could u do remus x reader’s first kiss? tysm❤️

AN - hi!! thank you for sending a request! sorry that it took me a couple days to get around to doing it. I had so much fun with this one <3

Remus smiled at Y/N as they sat close together on one of the old sofas that were in the Common room. They were sat in front of the fire, a warm glow encompassing the both of them. The flames flickered and cast shadows that danced across their faces in the low light of the room. Remus’s breath hitched when he noticed how their faces were barely a few inches apart, unknowingly leaning into each other. He could feel his heart race, a flush rising on his face. Y/N was the same, heat rising to her cheeks, yet her gaze was still held on him. It was as if she was mentally mapping out his features like she might not ever see them again. The crease above his brows, the curve of his nose, the scars that decorated his skin, the way his eyes glittered in the firelight.

Their eyes were locked, as though they had been the only two people on earth. Slowly, but surely, Remus’s hands began to move. His fingers brushed over her hair, caressing her face. Y/N’s hand rested on his chest, she could feel his heart pounding and she smiled, finding it reassuring that he was just as nervous as she was.

With a shaky breath, Remus’s mouth met hers softly, and both parted with a gasp that they hadn’t intended to escape from their lips. There was so much emotion, their hearts were beating in tune, their breaths quickening and their fingers tangling together ever so tightly.

After a few seconds, they withdrew, faces flushed and hearts racing. The warmth was still surrounding the pair, their cheeks nearly as hot as the fire was and their lips still tasting of each other. Y/N took in the sight of him, a small smile appearing on her lips.

“Remus, are you alright?” she whispered, her voice husky and a bit unsteady. He didn’t reply, just wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her hair.

He took in another shaky breath, and sighed, leaning his head against hers. Y/N pulled him into a tighter embrace, her chin resting on his shoulder. They stayed like this for a while, neither of them saying anything. Both wanting the moment to last forever, yet also fearing the end. For now, they enjoyed their perfect moment, feeling the warmth of the fire envelope over them like a blanket. Remus’s mind had gone blank, and all of his worries had momentarily faded away.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin fanfic #remus lupin #marauders fan fic

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bloodynereid · 2 months

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Strangers in the Night

pairing: major john 'bucky' egan x fem! reader

tw: ok it's sad, it has a really sad ending sry, mentions of war, alcohol mentions, kissing, historical inaccuracies (probably)

description: love was just a glance away, a warm embracing dance away.

a/n: hi so... i unintentionally wrote this like that one frank sinatra song that it's named after. i swear i literally didn't even think of it until i had to title this thing and yet it fit perfectly. i think my frank sinatra phase i had as a kid had something to do with it but whatever... anyways i think timeline wise this is before bucky's first mission and during the first few days he's in the uk. i hope you enjoy and lmk your thoughts!

Running a hand down your face you take a deep breath and relax into the pub’s atmosphere. The bustling of the crowd, a mix of men in uniforms and beautiful women, captivated your tired eyes.

You were seated in the dark corner of the pub, exhausted by the constant workload war pushed your way. The sharp sting of whiskey in your mouth was a reminder that you were human and that you were still alive, at least for now.

The pub had become a place of escape, even if it was only for a few hours. You almost never left with anyone, preferring to people watch and take slow sips of expensive whiskey.

“Now what do we have here? A beautiful lady without a partner is a true tragedy.”

A shadow fell over the booth you were seated in. You looked up to find a set of stormy eyes staring down at you, there was a certain mischievous twinkle in them that seemed to captivate you. So instead of huffing and pushing the man away like you would usually, your mouth involuntarily twitched into a smile.

“Are you my prince charming who sweeps me off my feet and steals me away?”

“Only if the lady insists.”

You laugh at his remark and offer your hand for him to shake, giving the curly haired man your name in the process. But instead of shaking your hand like you had intended, he took it carefully and placed a fleeting kiss on your knuckles.

“Major John Egan, but you can call me Bucky, sweetheart.” Bucky took a seat next to you in the booth and placed his own glass tumbler filled with whiskey on the table.

“Well at least I know you have good taste, Major.” You said with a teasing lilt in your voice when you noticed the liquor.

“Oh I have the best taste in the entire air force, sweetheart, and don’t you deny it.” Bucky said as leaned closer to you and grinned. The smile sent a bout of butterflies through your body.

“Now tell me, what exactly are you doing here all alone?”

“A lady can’t just enjoy a strong whiskey after a long day?”

“No fault in that, darling. I’m just astounded that no one has come to ask you to dance quite yet.”

“Well…” You crooked your finger forward, urging Bucky into your space, as if you were about to tell him a big secret. “Maybe I just haven’t found the right partner yet.”

Bucky smiled right back at you and brushed his knuckles against your cheek. Leaning forward so your noses were almost brushing he said:

“You’re looking at him right now, darling.”

“Oh really?” You whispered back. He hums back in assent before abruptly pulling away, taking a deep swig of his whiskey and offering his hand to you.

“Shall we?”

“I would be delighted, good sir.” You said in a ridiculous accent that had you both laughing as you slipped your hand into his and Bucky quickly pulled you up and into his arms.

The soft jazz music surrounded you, the air was tense with an unknown crackling electricity. Bucky’s warm hands held you close and you let yourself just feel. It was as if the world fell away and you were the last ones standing.

“How long are you stationed here, Major?” You asked tentatively, almost afraid to break the energy between you.

“I’m going to be here a long while, darling.”

“We might see each other again then.”

“You bet we will.” Bucky said as he placed a quick, fleeting kiss on your forehead. A warmth spread through your body which made you feel like you were floating.

“Good.”

“Good.” He echoed back to you and smiled widely at you. His hands left your body and you both stopped swaying to the music. Bucky brought his thumb up and brushed away an eyelash from your face.

“Make a wish?” You laugh and close your eyes, wishing that this beautiful man would finally just kiss you.

“What did you wish for?” He asked once you blew away the eyelash from his thumb.

“Can’t say or it won’t happen.” You teased, making Bucky look at you in admiration. He carefully brought his hand back to your face, cradling it as if it were a work of priceless art. His eyes quickly moved from your eyes to your lips, a movement almost too quick for you to catch.

“Can I kiss you?” He breathed out. You nodded almost imperceptibly, making Bucky surge forward and press his lips to yours. Your eyes fluttered close and you let the world fall away from you once more so all you could feel was him.

The night ended with Bucky walking you back to the place you were staying and kissing you once again with a passion and adoration you had never experienced before. You would have invited him in if it wasn’t for the load of work that awaited you in the early hours of the next morning.

What neither of you realized was that your superiors would transfer you to Scotland the next day. You didn’t even have the time to send a telegram to the base before you were swept away.

Bucky spent his nights in that same little corner of the pub waiting for you to show up, never once catching a glimpse of you again. Almost as if you had been a ghost. Even after Buck arrived and he was surrounded by friends, Bucky never forgot about that beautiful girl from that first night. Her glinting eyes that looked like stars that fell from the heavens, and the gorgeous smile which had entranced him so.

After the war, Bucky left for America and you were both left only with ‘what ifs’ and memories of sweet kisses laced with whiskey.

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c0smoshit · 9 months

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Quiet hero ࣪.⋆ ♡

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Link x Reader

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥 ≫ The hero of Hyrule's life took a new path and he was happy as long as it involved you.

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ fluff, pure heart clenching fluff, slight angst, hugs, sobbing Link, loving kisses, not proofread

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ This Link could be any of them so imagine your favourite!

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 2.832

Purple, white, yellow, blue... those were the colors of the flowers in front of you, some stood tall and pretty while others chose to hide themselves in the shadows of others. Hyrule's fauna never ceased to amaze you, along with the beautiful little fairies or those glowy little bunnies that hopped around happily.

The afternoon sun hit your face as you bent down, taking a flower in your hand and caressing it tenderly. The breeze had turned a little cold but it was still pretty warm there.

You sighed out as your eyes spotted a particular flower just a few steps away from you. That was his flower, you had picked it up for him not so long ago. Smiling softly as you remembered his face when you showed him excitedly the delicate flower.

He was a busy man, after all he was the personal swordsman of the princess so he was always out, fighting and protecting Hyrule. Oh how you wished he had more time to spare with you, he was your friend after all. You both had known each other for so long already, yet you didn't have to be with each other always to feel like the other one hadn't grown tired of you.

He had taught you how to ride a horse, patiently guiding you through it despite your clumsiness. He also cooked for you, and it was a 50/50 situation in reality because you brought him the ingredients almost always.

Snapping out of your daze you looked up as a strange ruffling sound filled your ears. While quietly getting up and inspecting your surroundings, nothing seemed to appear until your eyes fell upon a hand that was sprawled out on the ground.

When you came closer to the strange body, your eyes widened as they came to vision with some blonde locks, ruffled up and messily placed on the boy's face.

"Link! "

Your voice filled his pointy ears as he turned his gaze to you, grunting lowly as he got up from the ground he recently had fallen on. Helping him get up you moved his hand to rest on top of your shoulders, holding his side with your other hand before looking at his face.

"What happened? Are you alright?"

He huffed out, mumbling a quiet "I'm fine" as he leaned into you as he breathed out. You quickly became worried of the state he was in right now, so you chose the best option and took him to your home that luckily wasn't very far away from there.

The way home was pretty silent as you thought it wasn't the best idea to talk to him right now knowing that he would definitely reply with a "Don't worry about it" "I'm fine" or he would just stay silent like he always did with everyone.

Everyone but you, you had listened to him talk with you, explaining to you how to grip your bow or your sword properly or even he told you about some of his recipes. He was mostly known for his quiet demeanor, choosing not to talk as to keep his royal swordsman reputation clean. But not with you.

"I got you"

You whispered out as you opened the door for him, entering with clumsy steps into your living room where you placed him down on the sofa. He relaxed into it and now, when the dim light of your lamp had shined upon his form, you could clearly see his state. And it wasn't good.

He had scratches all over his right forearm, some bruises on his other arm too and he also got a cut on top of his mouth, ending at his chin.

You quickly rumaged through your kitchen, telling him to wait right there as you took some bandages and wipes from a drawer. This wasn't the first time you had seen him like this but this was in fact, the first time you had treatted him inside your home. And you couldn't care less, he was injured and he had let you take care of him, the hero of Hyrule, the one and only had let you clean his wounds as he rested on your sofa.

You sat yourself beside him, carefully inspecting his arm first, pouring some liquid into a wipe and cleaning them before they got infected.

"I know sorry"

You told him as he hissed, biting his lip to surpress any sound that escaped his mouth. By now he had told you almost 15 times that he didn't need help, he was fine, it was just a scratch which you had told him that he was obviosly not.

As a child that had to grow up early, he had to learn how to manage himself in the wild, you didn't put a doubt to that, but the fact that he probably hadn't had any help before (and the one you offered was declined) made your heart shatter.

You just wanted to take care of him, really, like he had taken care of you when you needed it. When you had fallen from your horse he was already beside you, helping you get up as he dusted off your clothes. When you had cut your hand while trying to mimick one his recipes, he had already a bandage out that was firmly placed on your cut. When you had run into a monster while getting back home, his shield was out to protect you behind him.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?"

He shook his head, his eyes wandering down to his arms and muttering a quiet "thanks". It was obvious that he was tired, he had probably walked miles that day and fought countless creatures while doing so.

You stood up and went into your kitchen, making him a warm herbal tea you knew he liked. While waiting for the water to boil you couldn't help but to feel a warmth enveloping your heart at the sight of him resting on your sofa. He had his face pointed up towards the ceiling, his head felt backwards and his hair sprawled messily around your couch. His eyes were closed as he sat there, just breathing, his chest heaved lightly and you could see his obvious exhaustion.

You poured the hot drink into a cup and you walked into the sofa again, shaking his arm lightly for him to meet your eyes again. You handed him the cup and he silently drank, taking a small sip.

And he couldn't thank you enough for everything you were doing for him, hell he wasn't even able to express himself with words with anyone how could he do it with you?

You were the only person he liked to talk and be around with, you were just so... calm? No, that's definitely not the word to describe you. Kind? Yeah you were but... Charming? Obviously, you always knew how to get a smile out of him.

He couldn't describe you, but he could describe how you made him feel.

You always were an escape through the endless hours of fighting and taking care of Hyrule. You brought peace to him, he liked to be just a normal guy, and you treatted him like one.

When he came back home exhausted and you were there, picking some berries or just doing some chore outside, he couldn't help himself but to feel his heart flutter inside. You were just so... beautiful, your smile, your voice, the way your hair moved through the air, your giggles... goddess Hylia.

And the feeling of you taking care of him so gently, the warmth of your hands as they carefully cleaned his wounds, your soothing voice as you talked to him through it all. He felt like he was dreaming.

No one had managed to get that feeling inside of him, no one had treatted his wounds like you, no one had brought him a cup of tea with such a sweet smile like you did.

"So... What happened out there?"

His head snapped in your direction again, holding the cup down in his lap before he spoke with a groggy tone.

"Something just attacked me and I fell down, I can't remember their face. I must have- I must have lost conciousness"

He blurted out the last part, as if he was ashamed of telling you the truth. You put your hand on his shoulder reassuringly as you shifted yourself closer to him.

"I'm so sorry"

You paused a bit before speaking up again, his eyes meeting yours and your gaze fell on his cut. God you had forgotten about it, he opened his mouth again to speak but you cut him off as you grabbed the wipe again.

It was indeed a deep cut, you figured out that it needed some stitches. So you grabbed them and started inspecting the wound again. From your position in the couch it would be a mess if you stitched him up now, and you didn't wanna ruin his precious face. So an idea popped in your mind, but you blushed ferveshly at the thought.

"Do you mind if I...?"

You muttered out shyly, your voice lowering at the end of the sentence as you pointed to his lap. He didn't really know what you meant but he shook his head and when you slowly sat on top of him, his eyes went wide. He hadn't expected such a move from you but he didn't mind, hell, having you so close to him was like a blessing.

His ears were red and he didn't even feel the pain of the stitches. All that was in his mind right now was you, your soft hands touching his face so gently, the smell of your hair, Hylia he could smell all of you right now. But he put those thoughts away, what was happening to him? You were his friend, Should he think like this about a friend?

"Almost done"

The tea was forgotten on top of your small wooden table as you placed the last stitch. His hands were placed near your thighs, not daring to touch them like the gentleman he was.

Your face was red too, his warm breath fanning your neck as you sat on top of the hero of Hyrule. How many girls would kill to be in your place?? You weren't stupid, you knew that many young ladies sent him love letters or they fantasied about him. And it kind of... hurt? Would he end up falling in love with one of them? Well you didn't think so but then, there was Zelda. Were they in a relationship? Link never really told you anything about her, just that she was the Princess and he was his personal guard. But you saw the way she looked at him, how she cared about him. Would he leave you for her?

You shoved away those thoughts, leave you? You were his friend, not his lover. Hylia you were going insane, you couldn't keep your mind away from him and having him bellow you right now didn't really help. He moved, shifting himself upwards as to get a more comfortable position. For how long have you been sitting on top of him after you had already done what you needed to do?

"Oh, sorry I-"

You tried to get up from your position, but two hands kept you from doing so, firmly placed near your knees. Your hands fell into his shoulders for support as you stared confusedly into his hands before looking at his face again.

"Stay"

His words made you freeze on your spot, he was telling you to... stay? Your mouth hung open slightly, not knowing what to say or what to ask.

"Please"

It was the first time you had heard his voice in such an emotional tone. But you did as you were told imediately, your eyes were on each other, your hands around the other, his breath tickling softly your face.

It was the first time you had experienced this kind of closeness with him, he was always reserved with everyone. A taciturn man who only seemed to care about his chores, but yet he was begging you to stay here with him, to have you close to him.

His eyes began tearing up and before a tear could escape his gorgerous blue eyes, he looked down to his lap, silently wishing that you hadn't noticed.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

He didn't dare to look into your eyes, feeling ashamed of crying in front of you. He was supposed to stay strong like he was taught to, but instead he busted into tears right in front of you.

What kind of hero busted into tears so easily?

Your hand cupped his chin, making him face you as you stared down at him with a reassuring smile before wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You had hugged him before, but why did this time felt different?

"It's okay, cry yourself out if you need to"

Your whispered words only made it worse for him, hiding his face on your neck as he sobbed into it. He held you so tightly like he was afraid you were going to vanish in front of him. He couldn't remember the last time he had cried himself out into someone and he didn't even know why he was crying.

It was all just a mess of emotions bottled up inside of him that happened to leak out with you.

He didn't know if it was your hand that was softly playing with his hair, drawing soothing circles, or how pretty you looked under the moonlight. But he wanted needed to feel you closer to him.

"I won't go anywhere, I'm here with you"

His face was staring at yours now, puffy eyes and red cheeks. Your hand slowly became in touch with his face, wiping out his tear stained cheek. You were so gentle and caring with him it hurt, he didn't really know how to react, no one had seen him cry like this.

You both didn't know when or how but your faces inched closer to each other, finally closing the gap you both had restrained yourselves to close.

Your heart drummed hardly inside of your chest as you pressed yourself closer to him, getting lost on the feeling of his lips enveloping yours. It felt so good all the feelings you had to hide finally setting free, his lips were a bit dry but you couldn't care less when you could soak them up yourself.

His hands rested on your waist as he held you tightly, pulling out to breathe before diving right back into the kiss, smiling when he heard your muffled surprised gasp. He needed to feel your lips again, Hylia, he had wanted to do this for so long, to finally feel your soft lips on his own ones. He never wanted to let go of you.

When he pulled off, his eyes teared up again, his emotions no longer able to control themselves as he stared at you with such a loving gaze.

"Why are you crying now?"

You asked as you giggled softly, your own eyes tearing up before he laughed too, mumbling an "I don't know". He hugged you tightly again, pressing his chest into yours to feel your racing heartbeat.

He had loved you for so long now, he just didn't know how to express those feelings to you or even understand them himself. But if he had to choose anyone to experience this new feeling with, it had to be you. And this just felt so right, he felt a tingling sensation inside of his guts only by the thought of you, a warmth inside his heart.

No one could make his heart beat as quick as you did, no one could bring a smile to his face whenever you made a pun or ruffled his hair. You were just so precious in his eyes, he could be a normal boy with you without thinking of his chores or his liabilities.

And those eyes, those beatiful eyes of yours that stared such sweetly at him, he might have melted on spot whenever you looked at him. The way you moved with such an energy. Your enthusiasm to learn new things with him even after failing. He admired you.

That night was filled with love and tears, the moonlight casting over your bodies and the tea long forgotten beside both of you. You both felt asleep into each others arms and rhythmic breaths. He couldn't wait to discover this new romantic path as long as it was with you.

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smokersbaby · 9 months

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Request text: hi love !! may i please have n.7 and n.11 from the NSFW prompts with my sweet corazon? happy birthday my love!!! Written for: @leakyweep Character: Corazon (Rosinante) Reader: female reader Prompts: NSFW: #7 - the adrenaline of being caught - #11 - begging for your release NSFW TW: semi-public sex, fingering, penetrative sex, oral sex (giving), cumshot Total word count: +1,6k Author's note: Hey Liv! Thank you for the request, sorry if I made you wait! This is my very first time writing for Cora so I hope you like it (and I hope to write for him again because it was fun hehe), enjoy! 💕 -Every reblog is highly appreciated!-

Even though you knew well that Corazon didn't have a chance to go into the water and come swimming with you, he seemed quite happy when you asked to spend a summer's Sunday on the beach together. The truth was that Corazon was enthusiastic just by thinking of having the chance to stay with you all day long, and the idea of relaxing on the beach towel and snuggling in each other's arms was all he could think about.

Unfortunately, lots of people had the same idea as you, and you ended up on a tiny beach surrounded by loud and noisy people enjoying a warm day in the calm water and having fun on the seashore. As the sun grew high in the sky, the shiny surface of the sea was attracting you more than ever, as if it was asking for you to jump in it and refresh yourself. You knew well that Corazon, due to his devilfruit, couldn't possibly come into the water with you, but he wasn't the one trying to stop you from having a nice swim.

"Do you mind if I dive for a bit, Cora?" the apologetic sound of your tone was clear, but he smiled back at you because he was more than glad seeing you able to enjoy the sea even by yourself. "Sure thing, love. I'll wait for you here". Corazon was sitting on the beach towel making sure to be under the shadow of one of the trees surrounding the area to not "cook" his head under the sun.

As you jumped into the refreshing salty water, the eyes of your lover were fixed on you, feeling lucky to be able to have you as his partner. After 10 minutes or less, you were already tired of swimming by yourself since Corazon couldn't come with you, so you came out of the water to lay on the towel with him and maybe snuggle a little.

But Corazon had other intentions. The way your skin shined because of the dripping water on it was enough to give him a boner, plus, that bikini you were wearing emphasised those curves of yours he loved so much. Corazon grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you down on the beach towel with him, making you trip on his body. You could feel his bulge pressed against your stomach as you were laying on top of him.

A sudden blush appeared on your cheeks realizing that there were people all around you on that beach. "C-Cora what are you doing? We can't do it there…" You sat down near him nervously and afraid of someone staring at you two. "Y/N come on, I just wanted a kiss" he replied teasing you and kissing your cheek, slowly going down to your neck to leave a bite there.

"There are people… watching us" was your faint excuse to send him away, but somehow all you wanted right now was him fucking you real hard because of how much he was making your body feel hot. You were praying in your head that the wetness between your legs couldn't be seen through that bikini of yours.

Corazon stood up offering his hand winking "I know a place" he whispered. As you grabbed his hand, he picked you up in his arms because as tall as he was it was much easier for you to be held by him than to walk on your own and run to keep up with his long footsteps. He started walking through the little pinewood surrounding the beach, Corazon stumbling between the roots of the pines risking to make you fall twice.

"Hey, slow down" you reproached him, but he didn't listen, Corazon was too excited to wait any longer, all he had in mind was to pin you with his body and fuck the life out of you. Soon he spotted a little abandoned cabin in the middle of the pinewood. As he brought you inside, he placed you down just to pick you up again but this time holding your body in front of his and pinning you between the wall and his torso.

"Mmh Cora…" your voice was muffled by his kisses, as he leaned down to bite your neck, a lewd moan escaped your mouth. Corazon placed his hand on your mouth, looking at you without telling a word as to ask you to stay silent. Footsteps of other people near that tiny cabin were hearable since right outside there was the main path to reach the beach where you were before.

In less than a second, Corazon used his devilfruit's power to mute the area of the cabin you were inside so that even if you wanted to scream his name, no sound would have come out of your mouth. Unfortunately, even if now you could have fucked as wild as you wanted, the door of the little structure didn't have a lock, so you two hoped no one would come there just to find two lovers inside busy with passionate intercourse.

"Who cares," you thought, the way Corazon was holding your body against that wall wasn't allowing you to think about consequences, so you just gave in to your passion. A minute after, your bikini was on the floor and Cora's shorts too, your legs wrapped around his waist to not fall as your lover kept kissing and biting your exposed neck.

Your skin was still wet because of the swim you had before, Corazon's hands sliding on your body as to savour every curve of you, just to stop between your legs, one of his long fingers stretching your soaked cunt for him as his thumb rubbed your swollen clit. "C-cora…!" you whimpered, but no sound came out of your mouth because of the effects of his power. A grin appeared on his face noticing how you were already contorting under his touch, and he wasn't even already fucking you with his cock.

As he leaned down on you, he started kissing your breasts just to tease you more, knowing well the only thing you were waiting for was him buried deep inside of you filling your needy pussy. The little bites he loved to leave on your nipples were the thing he knew that made you lose your mind and ask for more. So you did, lifting his head from your chest to make him look at you, his brown eyes locked in yours as you mimed a "love me" with your lips.

The way he pounded himself deep inside of you knocked the breath out of your lungs for a second. His thick, long cock reached soon the very end of you and you knew well that because of his size, you weren't able to take him all, but for him, that was enough to make his head spin. That little curvature up of his was hitting all the right spots inside of you, his hands gripping your ass as if his life depended on it, making sure his tip kissed your cervix with every thrust he gave you.

His eyes never left yours for all the time, knowing well that anyone might have caught you inside the tiny cabin. Both of you didn't care. He was looking at you like a feral beast, ready to devour all of you as he pinned your body against the wall, deep and fast thrusts making your body quiver and legs around his waist shake.

Your body was tensing because of how good Corazon was at fucking you, he knew your body so well that as he felt how close you were to climaxing, he started to slow down just to see you whimper. "Please…" you mimed with your lips, his pace slowing up even more. He shook his head. "Can't hear you" you could read his labial, he was having so much fun seeing you on the edge and not able to finish because of him.

"I beg you" your eyes were speaking for you. He was too sweet to keep you like that for much longer, so as he placed his lips on yours devouring your mouth with kisses, Corazon increased his pace, his cock ready to give you what you deserved.

The orgasm he gave you made you moan his name out loud, and even though he couldn't hear you, Corazon almost felt it, recalling the sound of your lewd voice in his mind thanks to all the other times he made you scream his name in bed.

Not even the time to come down your peak that Corazon pulled out his cock from your still pulsing cunt, his arms letting you go to put you on your feet. As he was stroking himself off to finish, a grin appeared on your face knowing that if you wanted a treat, that was the perfect timing to get it.

If your pussy wasn't able to take him all, your mouth fitted him even less. Corazon didn't care, because the mere view of your lips around the tip of his cock was enough for him to finish. He continued stroking himself as his cum was filling your mouth with heavy splashes. You savoured every drop of it, licking your lips after swallowing.

Corazon picked you up from the floor to his arms and kissed your lips to taste his release from your mouth. You let your fingers slide through his blonde hair and smiled at each other as you broke the kiss. Corazon cancelled the effect of his powers, the sound of your heavy breaths was now audible.

Your eyes widened in surprise as he bit your neck making you know he was ready for round two, but this time he didn't use his devilfruit's powers to silence the place where you were fucking so you had to control yourself to not moan out loud. That was risky, anyone could have heard you from now on.

"Good girl" he whispered. "Now it's time to bring things to the next level, let's see how quiet you can be".

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izvmimi · 7 months

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cw: suggestive without overt smut. comfort. a/n: there's like one panel from berserk that's been living rent-free in my mind for nearly a year so here we are.

the wind and snow rages on outside endlessly; the howling is incessant but is nothing compared to the frigid cold of which memory you try to rid yourself. you've just escaped it, the winter chill that threatens to take the tips of your fingers, and toes and nose, and you are warmer now, but for how long? how long until the arms that wrap around you, the warm breath tickling the skin of your neck as he nestles close, run out of their promise to keep you safe from the elements?

"izuku?" you whisper. your lips are still frostbitten but you can form words now because your teeth have finally stopped chattering. you can feel his heartbeat quicken ever so slightly in the strong pulse in his forearms pressed against your midsection, you can feel him rouse in the muscles of his chest pressed against your bare back. he kisses your neck as if to remind you that there are other things to worry about aside from whether or not you'll make it through this storm.

"yes, my love?" he replies too, tone hushed, sweet against the harsh whistling through the trees. it's quiet but it echoes through the walls of your shallow cave. the small fire before you flickers but doesn't go out, and you watch the shadows your connected bodies make against the stony walls, wondering where yours starts and his begins.

"i'm sorry... for everything." if you hadn't fallen through the thin ice and if he hadn't gone in under to save you, the two of you wouldn't have been swept away from your route, lost without immediate hopes of returning in the dark, merciless evening. neither of your clothes would have been drenched, and you wouldn't be naked now, using each others' bodies for a desperate kind of warmth. despite this, you shift to the side, curling into him more. you don't spend enough time this close to him, and now that his skin is no longer damp, you can regale in the comfort of his scent.

"it's not your fault," he reminds you, a small smile on his lips that is slightly shrouded in the dim light but is brilliant to you. you look up at him, wondering how you've gotten this lucky in the midst of your misfortune. izuku has never kissed you as easily and readily as he does today, but his lips press against your forehead again. even if he's holding you like this, so intimately, he won't ask for more. not unless you ask for it. not unless you tell him you want him.

now, stuck in a cave together, with no softness or luxury to surround you, is not the time to explore each other's bodies for the first time. but you can relish in the security that he brings you, and you do so, pressing your cheek to his pec. somehow he brings you closer still, cradling you nearly like an infant as you are so small and fragile compared to his battleworn, toughened body.

the raging tempest continues to howl and curse you and bemoan the love in your heart but it continues to grow, unweathered.

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callsigns-haze · 22 days

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Lose you to love you

Pairing:Rhysand x reader Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content and emotional turmoil SMUT. Summary: In a moment of passion and vulnerability, Rhysand implores YN to come back to him, but she grapples with the weight of her responsibilities as High Lady of the Court of the Lost Gods and yet returns to him. But now with the queen under the mountain things change Series master list (but can be read alone)

As the golden rays of dawn filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room, YN stirred from her slumber, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal the sight of Rhysand lying beside her. A contented smile curved her lips as she shifted closer to him, revelling in the comforting warmth of his embrace.

Feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath her fingertips, YN couldn't help but reach out to trace lazy patterns against his skin, her touch light and affectionate as she played with the light chest hairs that dusted his torso. Rhysand stirred at her touch, a soft murmur escaping his lips as he shifted closer to her, his arms instinctively wrapping around her in a protective embrace.

With a soft chuckle, YN leaned in to press a tender kiss against Rhysand's chest, her lips lingering against his skin as she savored the intimacy of their shared moment. The years they had spent together had only deepened their bond, strengthening the connection that bound them together as mates.

As she lay there, basking in the warmth of their love, YN knew that she had found her home in Rhysand's arms. And as they faced the dawn of a new day together, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and happiness they had found in each other—a love that would endure for all eternity, a beacon of light to guide them through the trials and tribulations of life.

Feeling the gentle tug of YN's fingers playing with his chest hairs, Rhysand stirred from his slumber, his senses gradually returning to him as he emerged from the depths of sleep. A soft groan escaped his lips as he stretched languidly, the sensation of YN's touch sending a jolt of warmth coursing through him.

Opening his eyes, Rhysand found himself greeted by the sight of YN lying beside him, her smile radiant in the soft morning light. His heart swelled with affection as he reached out to pull her closer, relishing the feel of her body pressed against his.

"Good morning, my love," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "What has my beautiful mate so awake and playful this early?"

YN's laughter danced through the air like music, a melody that filled Rhysand's heart with joy. "I couldn't resist," she confessed, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she continued to play with his chest hairs. "You looked so peaceful, I just had to wake you up."

Rhysand chuckled, his fingers trailing along her spine in a gentle caress. "Well, I'm certainly glad you did," he replied, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "Waking up to you is always the best part of my day."

As they lay together, basking in the intimacy of their shared moment, Rhysand knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be—in the arms of the woman he loved, surrounded by the boundless warmth of their love. And as they faced the dawn of a new day together, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the gift of YN's presence in his life—a gift he cherished with every beat of his heart.

As Rhysand's mind wandered through the memories of their incredible 48 years together, a sense of peace settled over him like a warm embrace. From the moment YN had entered his life, she had brought with her a light that had chased away the shadows of his past, filling his days with laughter, love, and endless joy.

Lost in his thoughts, Rhysand felt YN's playful touch rouse him from his reverie, her fingers dancing along his skin in a teasing caress. With a grin, he retaliated, tickling her side gently as he elicited a delighted squeal from her lips.

"Careful now, my love," he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he continued to tickle her. "You know what happens when you start a tickle war with me."

YN giggled, squirming beneath his touch as she tried to wriggle free from his grasp. "Oh, is that a threat?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with laughter as she reached out to tickle him in return.

Rhysand chuckled, his heart swelling with affection as he gazed into her eyes. "Consider it a promise," he replied, his voice filled with playful determination as he redoubled his efforts to tickle her.

And so, amidst peals of laughter and playful banter, Rhysand and YN whiled away the morning, their love and laughter filling the room with a warmth that chased away the lingering traces of the night. In each other's arms, they found solace, joy, and an endless wellspring of love—a love that would endure for all eternity, a bond that could never be broken.

As their playful teasing gradually subsided, Rhysand and YN found themselves wrapped in each other's arms, the lingering echoes of their laughter fading into the quiet stillness of the morning. Contentment washed over them like a gentle wave, their hearts overflowing with love and gratitude for the precious moments they shared together.

With a soft sigh, YN snuggled closer to Rhysand, her head resting against his chest as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The rise and fall of his chest beneath her fingers filled her with a sense of peace, anchoring her to the present moment as they savored the simple pleasure of each other's company.

Rhysand brushed a tender kiss against YN's forehead, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along her spine as he held her close. "I love you," he whispered, his voice a gentle murmur that wrapped around her like a warm embrace.

"I love you too," YN replied, her voice soft with emotion as she lifted her gaze to meet his. In that moment, as their eyes locked and their hearts beat as one, she knew that she was exactly where she belonged—in Rhysand's arms, surrounded by the boundless warmth of their love.

As YN gently tried to extricate herself from Rhysand's embrace, a soft chuckle escaped his lips, his arms tightening around her in a playful tug-of-war. "Where do you think you're going, love?" he teased, his voice laced with mock protest as he pulled her closer.

"I have to get up," YN protested with a laugh, her fingers dancing along his chest as she tried in vain to free herself from his grasp. "We can't stay in bed all day, much as I'd love to."

Rhysand grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Who says we can't?" he countered, his voice low and suggestive as he nuzzled against her neck. "I can think of a hundred reasons to stay right here, in bed, with you."

YN's laughter bubbled up from deep within her, a melodic sound that filled the room with warmth and joy. "As much as I love spending time with you," she replied, her voice tinged with affection, "we really do have to get up. Duty calls, remember?"

Rhysand sighed dramatically, his lips forming a pout as he released her from his embrace. "Fine," he conceded with a playful wink. "But only because you asked so nicely."

With a grin, YN leaned in to press a lingering kiss against his lips, her heart overflowing with love for the man who had captured her heart so completely. And as they finally untangled themselves from the warmth of the bed, ready to face whatever the day might bring, they did so hand in hand, their love shining like a beacon to light their way.

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As the day unfolded, YN found herself accompanying Cassian on a journey through the rugged terrain surrounding their court, the two of them embarking on a mission to map out the land and chart the hidden paths that crisscrossed through the wilderness.

With Cassian leading the way, his expertise in scouting and navigation guiding their every step, YN eagerly followed along, her curiosity piqued by the opportunity to explore the untamed beauty of their homeland. As they trekked through dense forests and winding trails, she marveled at the breathtaking vistas that stretched out before them, her heart swelling with a sense of wonder at the sheer majesty of the natural world.

Throughout the day, Cassian patiently taught YN the intricacies of mapmaking, showing her how to identify landmarks, plot coordinates, and mark their progress as they ventured deeper into the wilderness. With each lesson, YN's skills grew, her confidence blossoming under Cassian's guidance as she embraced the challenges of their journey with determination and enthusiasm.

But amidst the serious task of mapping out the land, there were moments of light-heartedness and laughter, as YN and Cassian shared stories and jokes, their camaraderie strengthening with each passing mile. Whether it was navigating treacherous terrain or taking a well-deserved break to enjoy a picnic lunch beneath the shade of a towering oak tree, their bond grew stronger with every shared experience.

As they paused in their mapping efforts, YN turned to Cassian, her brow furrowed with concern. "Have you noticed anything... off about Rhys lately?" she asked, her voice soft with worry. "He's been acting strangely—stressed, almost clingy at times. It's not like him."

Cassian's expression grew serious as he considered YN's words, his mind racing with possibilities. He knew all too well the dangers that lurked in the shadows, the ever-present threat of the witch under the mountain and her insidious schemes. And he couldn't shake the feeling that Rhys's recent behavior was somehow connected to those dark forces at play.

"I've noticed it too," Cassian admitted, his voice grave. "And I think I know what's been weighing on his mind." He paused, choosing his words carefully before continuing. "The witch under the mountain... she's been making moves, trying to gain a foothold among the High Lords. I think Rhys fears that she's getting closer, that her influence is spreading."

YN's eyes widened in alarm, the gravity of Cassian's words sinking in. "But what can we do?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "How do we stop her?"

Cassian's jaw clenched with determination as he met YN's gaze, his resolve shining bright in the depths of his eyes. "We stand together," he declared, his voice ringing with conviction. "We protect our own, no matter the cost."

With a nod of understanding, YN took Cassian's hand in hers, their fingers intertwining in a silent vow of solidarity.

And as they resumed their mapping efforts, their hearts fortified by the strength of their bond, YN and Cassian knew that no matter what trials awaited them, they would face them together, their resolve unyielding in the face of adversity. For in each other, they had found not only allies, but also friends—friends who would stand by their side through every battle, every hardship, and every triumph that lay ahead.

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As the evening descended and the court gathered for dinner in the grand dining room, the atmosphere was alive with the vibrant energy of camaraderie and friendship. Mor, Cassian, Azriel, Armen, Rhysand, and YN took their seats around the long, ornately carved table, their laughter and banter filling the air like music.

Armen, with her infectious laughter and quick wit, added her own flair to the lively conversation. Her presence brought a unique dynamic to the table, her playful teasing matched only by her unwavering loyalty to her friends.

As the first course was served, the conversation flowed freely, punctuated by Armen's witty remarks and sharp retorts. Mor and Cassian engaged in their usual banter, their friendly rivalry adding an extra layer of amusement to the proceedings.

Azriel observed the lively exchange with a fond smile, his quiet demeanor a calming presence amidst the spirited conversation. Meanwhile, Rhysand and YN shared knowing glances, their love for each other evident in the gentle touches and affectionate gestures they exchanged.

Throughout the meal, Armen kept everyone on their toes with her quick wit and sharp tongue, her playful banter drawing laughter and smiles from the others. Despite the occasional small argument or teasing remark, there was an undeniable warmth and affection that bound them all together—a bond forged through countless shared experiences and unwavering loyalty.

As the dinner progressed and laughter filled the room, Rhysand couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. His keen eyes noticed the uncharacteristic quietness of YN, a subtle shift in her demeanor that didn't escape his notice. Sensing her unease, he reached out to her telepathically, his mind brushing against hers with gentle concern.

"Are you okay, love?" Rhysand whispered silently, his voice a soft murmur in the depths of her mind. "You seem... distant tonight. Is there something on your mind?"

YN's heart skipped a beat as she felt Rhysand's presence in her mind, his words a comforting reassurance amidst the swirling tide of her thoughts. With a sigh, she allowed her mental barriers to lower, inviting him into her thoughts with a sense of relief.

"I'm fine, Rhys," she replied, her mental voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "Just feeling a bit... overwhelmed, I suppose. It's nothing, really."

Rhysand's brow furrowed with concern at her words, his mind reaching out to gently caress hers in a silent gesture of comfort. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" he murmured softly, his voice filled with warmth and understanding. "I'm here for you, always."

Feeling the weight of his love and support wash over her like a soothing balm, YN couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the man who knew her so well, who could sense her emotions even when she tried to hide them. With a small smile, she allowed herself to lean into his mental embrace, finding solace in the unspoken bond that connected them, heart and soul.

And as they shared a moment of quiet understanding amidst the bustle of the dinner table, Rhysand and YN knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, their love a guiding light in even the darkest of times.

As the dinner conversation gradually quieted, Rhysand rose to his feet, his expression grave as he addressed the assembled company. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air as he spoke of Amarantha's rise to power under the mountain, her newfound control over the lands that lay beyond the borders of Velaris.

"As a High Lord, it is my duty to protect our people, our lands, and our way of life," Rhysand began, his voice steady despite the turmoil that churned within him. "But with Amarantha's ascension to rule under the mountain, our very existence is threatened. She holds sway over Velaris, and if we are to survive, we must tread carefully."

His words hung in the air like a dark cloud, casting a pall over the gathered company as they absorbed the gravity of the situation. Rhysand's gaze lingered on YN, his heart heavy with the weight of the decision he was about to make.

"And so, I must make a difficult choice," Rhysand continued, his voice tinged with regret. "I must join Amarantha's side, for the sake of our people, for the safety of Velaris. But in doing so, I leave behind a void—a void that must be filled."

Turning to YN, Rhysand's eyes softened with a mixture of love and concern. "YN," he said, his voice gentle but firm, "I ask that you take over the stewardship of Velaris in my absence. You know the city better than anyone, and I trust you to keep it safe until I can return."

But YN's response was swift and unwavering, her eyes flashing with determination as she shook her head. "I can't," she replied, her voice steady despite the tumult of emotions that roiled within her. "If the courts are in danger, then I have to go back to mine. I can't abandon my people for good, I'm still their lady, not after everything we've been through."

Rhysand's heart clenched with anguish at her words, torn between his duty to his people and his love for YN. But deep down, he knew she was right. He couldn't ask her to make that sacrifice, not when he knew the depth of her commitment to her own court.

With a heavy sigh, Rhysand nodded in understanding, his gaze never wavering from YN's. "I understand," he murmured softly, his voice thick with emotion. "But know that no matter where our paths may lead us, my love for you will never falter. We will find a way to overcome this, together."

And as the weight of their shared burden settled upon them, Rhysand and YN knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them side by side, their love a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to engulf them. For in each other's arms, they found strength, courage, and the unwavering determination to fight for the future they believed in, no matter the cost.

As Rhysand grappled with the weight of his decision, a pang of guilt gnawed at his heart like a relentless tide, threatening to consume him with its relentless grip. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was abandoning YN, leaving her to shoulder the burden of his responsibilities while he pursued his own path.

Denial clawed at the edges of his mind, whispering that he was doing what was necessary to protect their people, to safeguard the fragile peace they had fought so hard to maintain. But deep down, he knew the truth—he was running away, fleeing from the guilt that threatened to drown him in its suffocating embrace.

Turning to Mor, Rhysand's voice wavered with uncertainty as he made his plea. "Mor," he began, his words a whispered confession, "I know this is a lot to ask, but... I need you to take my place. To lead our people, to protect Velaris, to... to be everything I cannot."

Mor's eyes softened with compassion as she reached out to place a comforting hand on Rhysand's shoulder, her touch a silent reassurance amidst the storm of emotions that raged within him. "Of course, Rhys," she replied, her voice gentle but resolute. "I'll do whatever it takes to help you, to help our court. You're not alone in this."

But even as Mor offered her support, Rhysand couldn't shake the guilt that weighed heavily upon him, threatening to crush him beneath its unforgiving weight. For in his heart of hearts, he knew that no matter what path he chose, he would always carry the burden of his decisions, the weight of his guilt, and the knowledge that he had left behind the one person he loved more than life itself.

And as he faced the uncertain future that lay ahead, Rhysand knew that he could only pray for forgiveness, for understanding, and for the strength to carry on, even in the face of his deepest regrets. For in the end, all he could do was follow his heart, wherever it may lead, and trust that love would light the way through even the darkest of nights.

As Rhysand made his request to Azriel and Cassian, asking them to continue their duties in the Night Court in his absence, YN's voice cut through the air like a blade, her question hanging heavy in the silence that followed.

"When are you leaving?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and resignation.

Rhysand's gaze softened as he met YN's eyes, the weight of his decision heavy upon his shoulders. "In a week," he replied quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

YN's heart clenched at his words, the reality of their impending separation settling over her like a suffocating blanket. She knew that Rhysand's duty called him away, knew that he had to do what was necessary to protect their people. But that didn't make the prospect of his departure any less painful.

Rhysand reached out to take YN's hand in his, his touch a comforting anchor amidst the storm of emotions that raged within her. "I promise I'll come back to you," he whispered, his voice filled with determination. "No matter what it takes, I'll find my way back to your side."

A tear slipped down YN's cheek as she nodded in silent acceptance, her heart heavy with the weight of their impending separation. But even as the shadows of uncertainty loomed large on the horizon, she knew that their love would endure, a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to engulf them.

As the dinner drew to a close, YN felt a lump form in her throat, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. Without a word, she rose from the table, her movements swift and determined as she made her way to the door, the weight of her sorrow pressing down upon her like a suffocating blanket.

Rhysand watched in silent anguish as YN fled from the room, her departure leaving a gaping void in his heart. With a heavy sigh, he turned to the group, his voice thick with regret as he offered a hurried apology for her sudden exit.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his words barely above a whisper. "I'll be right back."

With that, Rhysand dashed after his mate, his heart pounding in his chest as he raced to catch up with her. He found her standing alone in the hallway, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"YN," he called out softly, his voice filled with tender concern. "Please, love, don't cry."

But YN couldn't hold back the flood of emotions that threatened to consume her, her tears falling unchecked as she struggled to contain the overwhelming grief that consumed her.

Rhysand gathered her into his arms, holding her close as he whispered words of comfort and reassurance. "I'm so sorry," he murmured, his voice filled with remorse. "I didn't mean to upset you. Please, forgive me."

YN buried her face in his chest, finding solace in the warmth of his embrace as she allowed herself to release the pent-up emotions that had been building inside her. In that moment, she knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, their love a guiding light in the darkness that threatened to engulf them.

And as they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Rhysand and YN knew that no matter what trials awaited them, they would overcome them, united in their unwavering devotion to each other. For in the end, their love would always be stronger than any obstacle they might face, a bond that could never be broken, no matter the distance or the tears that threatened to tear them apart.

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poisonheadcrabsalesman · 1 month

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Making the Most of It

A follow-up to Blown Lightbulbs by bellygunnr featuring Lasky, Palmer, and Roland and the ever-present passage of time. Here's 3.4k words of AI Possession, brunch, banter, and salvaging your precious time together after a trip to your childhood home.

Also on ao3. This work is mature but not explicit.

The trip to Mars wasn't a total wash just because of the disastrous meeting at the Lasky Household. They still had a few things left on the itinerary that Sarah and Roland had put together without Tom's knowing. And Roland wanted to try those mimosas.

There's some movie droning on the wall sized TV in the background, screen dimmed along with the lights in the room, casting gentle shadows on cream colored walls. Half the pillows are arranged in a comfortable nest, propping them up while the other half are piled on the overstuffed recliner in the other room. They're too high up for street noise, but every so often the passing engine sounds of a ship taking off rumbles through the thick walls of their hotel room.

It’s a little ridiculous, a huge room high above the sprawling landscape of a bustling downtown, views of the shipyard and further out the edge of the terraformed greenery giving way to natural Martian red-brown. A penthouse suite complete with minibar and a bathroom bigger than his quarters on the ship. Beyond excess, but he knows they picked it out for him. Just like they both came along, and comforted him when the house and everything related to it was so damn cold.

The sheets are soft and clean, and the comforter light yet warm, like a cloud surrounding them in their small bubble. Pressed against each other, skin on skin, her mouth moving from his ear to the back of his neck, trailing kisses as they entwine and exist.

He's two people right now and also just one, experiencing the feeling of being held, of warmth and love made physical as she crawls closer and pulls him back against her, their surroundings and worries forgotten as she pets his head, his hair, fingers scratching lightly as her other hand soothes and squeezes his arm, his stomach, his chest. Their legs tangle, his cold feet making her hiss before sighing as they settle down again.

There’s no Mars, no shipyard, no botched family reunion or ghosts of his past haunting them. Just the sounds of her heart beating slow and steady and the dual warmth of being pressed against her and the feeling of his passenger heating the CNI with his presence.

Dozing for a short time, they awaken as the movie ends and another one starts. The reminder that the time they have together is passing makes them oddly emotional, a swelling melancholy that stoppers their throat and leaks out their eyes. They sniffle quietly, blinking away fat, hot tears that slide down to pool on the arm holding them close.

Quiet concern murmured into the spot where two become one makes them fidget and turn, burying their face into her neck and squeezing her tight. She reacts with a forceful hug, one hand coming up to wipe their tears. Rolling over to her back, she allows them to sprawl across her while they sigh and wheeze as the roiling emotions of two beings settle again. Warmth and a steady rhythm of her breathing soothes them slowly. She waits until their stuttering breathing evens out and kisses their forehead and then both their hands.

There's no hiding here. No need to. No ranks or titles. A brief respite against the rising tide and ticking clock. They may starve for touch outside the four walls of this borrowed room, but here and now is an oasis of privacy. Embracing away from prying eyes, a chance of catching their breath without some threat hanging over their heads, not choking on the signs of their stations collaring them. No need for armor.

Her hands squeeze and let go of theirs before tracing feather light touches down their back and up their sides, teasing spirals and swirls into twitching skin as they struggle to stay still. Retaliation comes too late even as they try for the spots on her side that make her laugh; she flips them and drags the cover over their head.

Cocooned in the glowing warmth of the backlit blanket, they are pinned by her weight and by her mouth on them. Kisses and raspberries attacking any available skin, their wrists in her hands, their legs pinned by her sitting atop them. They laugh and struggle against her, bucking their hips against the onslaught before she pauses. Her smile beaming down on their flustered face, her hair messy and ringing her sleep-lined face.

"Vacation's not over yet. You can't get weepy on me after one nap, boys." Her voice rasps out of her throat, still thick with sleep. She releases their wrists and drops her arms beside their head, holding the majority of her weight off them as she boxes them in. Her chest presses against theirs, hearts pounding together and she looks them in the eyes and smiles with teeth glinting in the low light.

"We still have plenty of time, and I have a few things in mind." She whispers, grinding her hips down on them as she mouths at their neck, grazing her teeth along the junction between throat and shoulder. She doesn't wait for a response as she moves lower and laves at a nipple. Words seem out of their reach so they make some kind of noise, halfway between a question and an affirmative. She moves to their other side, repeating her actions with teeth and tongue, making them gasp, before she purrs in their ear. "You two should tell me what you want to do. We should make the most of this."

They remember their hands are free and take a moment to figure out where to put them. She notices their slight hesitation and lets them figure it out, only to be surprised when they grasp her face in their hands and pull her down for a kiss.

It's slow and sweet and lingering as they figure out who's driving. Waiting with a patience solely reserved for them, she lets them explore and hums her assent when they do something she likes. After a moment she kisses them back, gently leading this time, growing more forward and licking at their lips til they part; deepening the kiss til they draw back for air.

Their lips are wet and swollen and their eyes are blown wide, rings of gold still shining around dark pupils. Tom's face is flushed and wearing Roland's half cocked grin and she wants to eat them alive and hold them close and never let go all at once.

It must show on her face.

“Like what you see?” The words tumble breathlessly out of Tom’s mouth, but the confident little smirk doesn’t falter.

“Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

Their next quip, either Tom’s or Roland's, is lost as Tom’s stomach growls in defiance. The sheepish grin is Roland’s while the embarrassed flush on his ears is all Tom.

“Room service?” She asks, inches from their face. A nod and she kisses them again before pulling back. “You’re buying, Lasky. This place is too rich for my blood.”

She rises, taking the comforter with her as Tom-and-Roland squawk at the rush of cold air. She laughs and throws it back at them as they grumble.

Going to throw on one of the too-small complimentary robes that came with the room, she chucks a pillow at their surprised face while they bundle up in the regained comforter.

Yes, Tom could afford to cover the cost. Captain's salary he never spent. The place was expensive, and she was the one that booked the room. Least he could do was pay for the food…and drinks.

They splurge. The numbers on the right side of the menu sit there politely in neat font while she fights her rising blood pressure. They want how much for a burger? She’s out of touch with the cost of tea in civilian populated areas- her own food and nutrition coming straight from the UNSC for so long now. Her main concern was sending money back to Luna for her dad and squirreling the rest away for some inevitable emergency. It’s fine, it’s a vacation, but she can’t imagine spending that much regularly.

Tom can afford to splurge and being planetside means fresh food. Fresh food alone makes it worth the price. That and Roland's eager to try almost anything. He's practically chomping at the bit for new experiences.

The food arrives on a cart left at their door; the wheels sinking into the plush carpet under the weight it bears. It's covered in silver serving dishes complete with cloches, looking like it's straight out of an old movie. They aren't dressed like it's an old movie though, but it's their vacation. Food tastes better lounging in a robe or half wrapped in a duvet anyway.

Roland delights in revealing their brunch- brunch! Isn't that neat? A meal for people who don't start their day at 0500- and they dig in.

She can't keep the grin off her face as she watches them eat and talk between themselves in one body. Roland seemed to lose most of his usual issues about crumbs and mess in his mission to try as many foods as possible.

She ends up having to hide a laugh in a sip of coffee as Tom reins him in and redirects them away from the mimosas.

She wonders how long that will last.

Tom's trying to tell Roland that his- their tastebuds didn't like hollandaise sauce, but he's bound and determined to try it all. Watching the usually more reserved duo decimate the plate of bacon and eggs was cute. She was endeared and trying not to be annoyed about it. Her chest felt full and she couldn't stop grinning.

So the hardened Spartan Commander shoves half a bagel with lox in her mouth and starts fixing a third plate instead of dwelling on it. Hashbrowns and cholesterol will change the funny feeling in her chest. No carefully planned meals here.

The eggs benedict are tried, despite Tom's warning. It has their nose wrinkling in something close to defeat before she distracts them with another dish and finishes off the plate herself. She was never picky about food, couldn't afford to be, but now with free time and Lasky's paycheck, she could agree it was a little weird. Wouldn’t stop her from cleaning her plate.

They start digging into a grapefruit and making faces at the tartness. Fresh fruit was a treat aboard a starship, and most of Roland's secondhand exposure had been so processed or refined, it's no wonder the preconceptions he had were a bit off. She and Tom were having fun forgetting to warn Roland about certain sensations. Sarah was waiting til they switched who had Roland to introduce him to the wonders of capsaicin.

Still, seeing Tom's face squinched up made her chuckle and lean over, cloth napkin wiping the juice dribbling from their chin.

She's in rare form, so she doesn't insult them. Maybe she's getting soft. Instead, she offers the fruit platter up as a better option.

"Here. Try these, they're sweet." She holds up a grape, round and cool and much nicer than the ones she's had in the past. So much sweeter and real, no chemical aftertaste or electric purple dye clinging to her tongue. Leaning forward she takes their chin in her hand and feeds it to them, thumb brushing their lip as she waits for their judgment.

They chew and brighten, eyes darting towards the plate in front of her and her face as a blush forms. She leans closer, chin on her hand. "Well, did you like it?"

Tom-and-Roland swallow and nod, and grab a glass of water to wash away the lingering tartness. Their eyes flicker from plate to plate and back to her face. A hand sneaks forward and wraps around the delicate flute of mimosa and she rolls her eyes.

“I want to try it! You’re both making a big deal out of nothing.” Roland says, eyeing it with burning curiosity.

Three glasses later, they’re giggling as Tom mentions there might be more champagne than orange juice in there.

“I hadn’t noticed.” She says smoothly, stabbing a waffle off their plate and stealing it before they can respond. The pitcher is on her side of the table, out of their reach, next to her own empty glasses. “Drink some water.”

They smile broadly at her and dutifully sip some water. She can’t take her eyes off them, it’s how she knows they haven’t stopped smiling since they woke up.

Roland reports he likes the mimosas more than scotch. He also reports he wants to order Irish coffee but she and Tom shoot that down.

“It’s not like we’re driving!” Roland pouts with Tom’s face, but the furrowed brow is all Tom.

Sarah swallows a half chewed bite of food and it goes down jagged and prickling. “I’m driving, you two can argue who gets to navigate.”

Their eyes light up and Tom’s mouth struggles to hold two different smiles.

It’s not a long drive, but traffic and checkpoints to get out of the city delay them long enough for Tom to relax again. She’s glad to see his posture relax and his eyes turn from her to their surroundings. Mare Erythraeum still sported wounds from recent battles. Dotting its landscape like bite marks were great gouges in the ground from ordnance and Jiralhanae ships.

It was more of the same. Signs of war everywhere they went. Signs of the UNSC and its progress were everywhere too. The choking miasma of fuel and engines from the shipyard stunk up their warthog’s cabin for the first few minutes of the drive.

Eventually gray gave way to green gave way to brown. Mars’ red brown soil had been carefully cultivated to support terraforming and human industry before nature had taken its own course back and flourished in an unproductive manner a few kliks out.

Past the old rundown towns that orbited big shipyards where the old hands used to live. It reminded her of Luna in a way. The atmosphere was nice, no fear of failure there, but the signs of age and neglect on old homes next to poorly maintained roads with bright new billboards showing off the latest ads and propaganda. Same everywhere she went. Sad and comforting in a way, as long as you stay useful, you stayed fed, and your home wouldn’t end up boarded up and abandoned.

Now she was overthinking things and being morose, what the hell?

Sarah eases the ‘hog out of the slower speed zone of the small town and back out onto the open highway towards their destination. Few others were on the road this way so she looks over at Tom-and-Roland with a smile, rolls down the windows, and guns the engine.

It takes off with a delayed roar and the wind greets them with its own roar in return.

Her passenger whoops as the warthog shudders and revs under her demanding hands. She wouldn’t push it too hard, not when they had the drive back to the hotel ahead of them. Sarah took care of her equipment and it took care of her - she just expected performance out of the damn thing for the price it cost. That’s what you get with a rental, she thinks with a sigh.

Tom’s hand rests on her thigh while he and Roland watch the road disappear under them. There’s a strange pause in their body language she can see out of the corner of her eye and then they’re sticking Tom’s head out the window.

She laughs, loud and clear at the moment. It’s a good day, beautiful even. They sit back in the seat after about a minute and Sarah smiles at the state of Tom’s hair. She ruffles it with her hand, pleased with the chilled feeling and their sunwarmed face and that she can touch them without looking over her shoulder.

They arrive at their destination with enough time before sunset. The Martian day was nearly identical to an Earth one, and she and Roland had researched their options when Tom had told them about his upcoming trip. Though it seemed Roland kept his thoughts quiet because Tom looks around in quiet awe as they clamber out of the warthog. Their boots crunch on the gravel parking lot and he takes in the trail signs and information boards.

“The Olympus Highlands Nature Reserve?” He says in a quiet voice. “I’ve never been. Never really left New Harmony until…”

“I always knew you were a city boy.” Sarah says with a nudge. “And we don’t get enough time planet-side. Love the atrium, but I thought we might like something a little more real. Don’t worry, I’ll still go slow.” She smirks at him and swallows her own uncomfortableness at Tom’s emotional display.

“Thank you, Sarah, Roland, I mean it. I-” His eyes shift and he swallows. Sarah allows him and Roland this brief mental scuffle while she unloads the packs.

“You won’t be so grateful after I make you hoof it up the trail. You’re pulling your weight here. The both of you.”

“Yes, Commander.” They say together. She turns on them, glowering at their wry smile and warm eye contact.

She scoffs and slaps the pack into Tom’s hands. “Maybe I’ll lose you on the trail, be free of this. Officer types never listen to me.”

“But then you’d be in charge.” They say, tilting Tom’s head to look at her with his stupid brown eyes wide and pleading.

She looks away from them playing dirty. “Damn, you’re right. I need you two around to do all the boring work. I guess you’ll survive the trip.”

“You always say the sweetest things.” They say as they put on the pack with a huff.

“Shut up and get walking. Roland needs to see how plants fix our monkey brains so he stops bothering the crew.”

“I ask a few questions and everyone gets so offended!” Roland whines, throwing Tom’s hands up before crossing his arms.

“Come on, I want to get moving.” She calls over her shoulder, three strides ahead of them and already ducking into the tree lined path.

They follow without complaint. The trees swallow the road noise and then they are left with only the soft orchestra of the park. Wind rustling the leaves as the sun dapples them with faint light, bird and bug calls echoing from all angles, and the sound of flowing water from somewhere down the path. There’s a low call from the valley where the Reserve houses its animals and information center. A strange baying noise that sounds like the braying of cattle crossed with an elk’s eerie keening voice. They stop and listen. The wind blows an answer that whips their hair and clothes around. Sarah and Tom inhale in unison and release the breath before turning back to their path.

Roland chuckles with Tom’s voice. “I think I get it.”

Sarah takes their hand and they climb.

The path snakes up the incline, grasses and tree roots anchoring the loose red brown soil while they slowly turn the whole hillside green. Rocks rounded by water and time glisten on the creek bank while dark shapes dart just below the waterline. Dragonflies and other insects flit around in an unknowable dance while larger wildlife scurries into their holes and hiding places amongst the decaying logs and nest-heavy tree branches.

Sunlight dims as time marches on, but it has been time well spent. Tom-and-Roland still feel the ache at the reminder, but the sadness is no match for the warmth of Sarah’s hand in theirs.

The path leads them to the treeline and beyond. A few more steps up the ridge has them standing on the precipice of one of Mars’ many craters-turned-valleys. They sway in the last of the sunlight as their star edges ever closer to the horizon, dyeing the skyline a cool blue.

Dust particles and Martian atmosphere, Roland thinks, but the scene is all too familiar to Tom. It hurts less than he thinks it would. Being on Mars, seeing the same sunset he watched disappear into darkness when he was left alone. Time passes, but it doesn’t have to hurt. At least, not all of it.

He-and-Roland inhale and exhale, a deep lung-filling breath that nearly escapes them without shuddering. The wind is chillier up this high, but Sarah’s there. Her hand is warm, and so is her arm as she draws them in close to watch the horizon.

They look up at her face and smile.

It’s her first Martian sunset, they’d missed yesterday’s at the house. Her eyes are clear and her shoulders lower in the most relaxed body language they’ve seen all trip. She needed this too.

“You know,” She swallows, uncharacteristically quiet. She mulls over her words even as she doesn’t take her eyes off the sky. “I could get used to this.” She says with a squeeze of her arm around them. The wind is chilly and night will be too, but it’s not so bad. He’s not alone.

“Me too.”

#my writing #Sarah Palmer #Thomas Lasky #Roland the AI #Halo fanfic #Look at my prose boy #palmsky

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