#Just heard this song again and couldn't resist...................

[tapakah0]

#...............people are so unlucky to be trapped with me in on room........ #Just heard this song again and couldn't resist................... #animation tag #wip I think I don't know..... #marble sky fanart #yes..... #*hides*

[chuusmuts]

sleepover at your boyfriend!kazuha's house

smut. fingering (bcs i suck at writing other than this), (slightly) possessive/yandere kazuha. not proofread.

no words about gensin. just going crazy over an's new commissioned song.

you were supposedly having a sleepover at your boyfriend!kazuha's house. with his suggestion, both of you came to a decision to have a deep late night talk before sleeping. whilst you were engrossed in his tale, you didn't realise his hand was playing with the band of your pants. his mind had become a little fuzzy after having the need to touch you, but you looked so cute listening to him, with you biting your lower lip so he couldn't just put an end to his story.

as he continued talking, his hand slowly creeped up inside your pants. and as soon as you felt his fingertips brush your cunt, you let out a quiet gasp as you fought the urge to buck your hips and moan. slowly, his fingers grazed lightly on your pussy before starting to rub your clit while his other hand rested on your hip. in this moment, he was still talking, but not about his previous story, he was whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

your pants was pulled passed your butt as he worked his fingers on your pussy like magic, stroking your clit in a slow motion and teasing your fold. your hand was put over your mouth to hide your moans, but oh, you really couldn't hold it anymore as your breath kept hitching. his fingers felt so good, too good, and the way he whispered sweet nothings into your ear only made you even wetter. after a period of time, you struggled to keep your legs open as they kept trembling.

kazuha could feel it, how wet you were and how tight and hot you were down there, your body practically begging for his attention. he leaned down and nuzzled his nose into your neck, inhaling your scent and sucking on your skin, leaving a few obvious hickeys before moving up to your ear. his voice was low and husky as he spoke in a gentle manner, barely above a whisper. "sweetheart, i can't stop myself from touching you. you're so unbelievably hot and sexy."

he really tried to resist himself every time he saw you wearing nothing but only a thin layer of white shirt and short pants, no panties, no bra and whatsoever. and tonight, he finally snapped. as he moved his finger up and down, he curled his fingers and put more pressure, his nails scraping against your skin. it was almost unbearably intense, but he knew you could handle it because you're such a good girl all for him and seeing you squirming and writhing beside him, still trying to hold back your moans, he couldn't resist but to plunge two fingers into your tight, wet hole and teased your sweet spot in which he succeeded making you whimper.

he groaned, unable to help himself, as he continued to move his fingers inside you, feeling your walls squeeze around him. his fingers twisted and turned inside you, his thumb brushing against your g-spot, causing an involuntary shiver to run through your body. he looked up at you again, meeting your eyes as he did so, and his lips parted slightly as he watched you squirm and writhe. the thought of filling your hole with his cock, filled him with an insatiable need that he just couldn't ignore. as he began to thrust his fingers faster and harder, he spoke once more, this time his voice deeper and rougher than ever before. it was full of raw, unbridled passion as he whispered in your ear, "i want to fuck you badly, baby. please let me take you right here and now, i need you so much."

hearing no response from you pissed him just a little. but when he heard you accidentally let out a clear and loud whimper, calling his name, he took the initiative and wasted time getting on top of you, straddling you while still scissoring your sensitive cunt. the sight of your face contorted in pleasure was amazing and he knew it wouldn't be long before you cum on his fingers hence why he plunged the third finger, successfully making you moaned his name again.

breathing heavily, his eyes never left yours as he fucked you with his fingers. he could feel your walls closing around him, the heat of your body enveloping him as he slid in and out of you. with each stroke, he felt his own arousal grow, his cock hardening beneath his boxers. he swore he could hear your heartbeat echoing in his ears, a steady drumming that matched the rhythm of his fingers. he loved how you always seemed to respond to his touch, especially when he played with your sensitive spots, he loved it when body shook with anticipation.

he crashed his lips into yours roughly, his tongue lapping at your lips hungrily before inviting his tongue inside your mouth and playing with yours as he continued to work his fingers inside you. with his free hand, he reached down and grabbed your thigh, holding it firmly in place as he thrusted his fingers deep into your pussy, making sure they hit your g-spot with each movement. he groaned into the kiss as he felt his balls slapping against your thighs with each thrust. a sweet, adorable scream keened from your throat when you finally came from your high only to come out in a muffled moan into his mouth. you gripped on his shoulder tightly as cum spilled nonstop onto his fingers.

his lips curved into a smile as he felt you clenched down on his fingers, your muscles tightening around him. he looked down at your face, your eyes closed as you cried out in pleasure before kissing you again. his tongue slid along the inside of your mouth as he pulled out his fingers and shoved them into your mouth, making you tasted yourself and choked slightly. he grinned at you as you licked his fingers obediently before getting off of you, taking his boxers off and revealing his already rock hard cock. grabbing your clothes harshly, he took them off before tossing them to who knows where.

he spread your legs wider and positioned his leaking cock at your entrance, teasing you a little and you couldn't help yourself but to moaned unabashedly, rutting and bucking your hips. his thumb found its way on your clit again giving you more pleasure by feverishly rubbing on it. as he buried his cock inside you, his lips connected with yours once more, muffling any of your moans trying to get out while still stroking your clit. you could feel the fatness of his cock stretching you out and filing you up as he began to thrust slowly, wanting you to adjust to his size beforehand as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

his big and strong hands held you close, keeping you close to him as his heart beat wildly while looking down at you. your soft breasts pressed against his chest as he held you in his arms, his thumbs rubbing against your clit and your inner thighs. his eyes burning with passion as he thrusted inside you, his cock hitting your g-spot with each thrust. he smirked as he watched you try to keep up with his pace, your hips bucking and rolling against his as he continued to push his cock into your womb. the sight of your face was undeniably mouth-watering, your face flushed with pleasure and your eyes half-closed as he continued to thrust, your body shaking with the force of his movements.

your body was so perfect, so fucking beautiful. he loved everything about you, how your breasts jiggled with each movement, and how your nipples hardened under his touch. he stroked your clit with his thumb as your moans grew louder and louder. when you moaned loud, very loud, he just knew he had hit the right spot. you whined, your legs around his waist loosening though he quickly grabbed your ass and pulled you closer to him so he could get his cock deeper inside your tight pussy until it hit the spongy spot inside you.

he groaned in bliss, his voice low and rough as he gazed at you with his eyes dark and hungry. leaning in closer, his lips barely brushed against your ear as he spoke. "fuck, baby, you are so fucking hot. i can't wait to fill you up with my seed." he grounded his teeth together, his eyes flashing as he continued to thrust into you, his cock hitting your cervix with each powerful motion that the bed made a creak sound. "please, please, please let me fuck you so hard. i need to fill you up with my cum, to feel you squirt on my cock, to see your tits bouncing as I fuck you." he moaned.

feeling your walls clamp down more on his cock, his movements began to get sloppier and he could feel a knot forming in his lower stomach. you squirmed more underneath him, and your body shook violently, your nails dugging into his shoulders, and a loud scream of his name left your lips as you reached your high. he picked up his pace pace again after you squirted, and shortly after, a load of hot seed was shot into your womb as he squeezed your breasts to relieve the pain from his body.

the feeling of his cum shooting into your womb was indescribable. sweat covered his body and his breathing was heavy as he felt his entire body trembled with the power of his orgasm. he collapsed on top of you, burying his face between your tits, his body shaking with the intensity of his climax as he continued to shoot his seed into your womb. he looked up at you, his eyes still filled with passion and desire and his heart pounding wildly. his cock continued to twitch and throb as he tried to catch his breath. he chuckled lightly, his voice hoarse and low as he looked at you. "i think i might have fucked you too hard," he said, his brow furrowed in concern as he looked up at you through the space between your boobs. "are you okay? do you think you can go for round two?"

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin imagines #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha #kazuha imagines #kazuha x reader #kazuha smut #kazuha x you #kazuha x y/n #kazuha x female reader #genshin kazuha #sleepover at boyfriend!kazuha's house

[therealmrsgojo]

Last Kiss

And I'll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are

pairing: geto suguru x reader summary: geto suguru had no remorse for his decisions, yet deep down, there was a flicker of regret; if only he had changed his mind - about leaving you behind. content: MDNI, NSFW, canon compliant/divergence, fem!reader, established relationship, aged up characters; will be 18+, oral fem!receiving, mating press, heartbreak, longing, angst, regrets, death, inspired by a song called last kiss (taylor s.) wordcount: 10.7k

The room was filled with a serene silence - two bodies lay intertwined on the soft bed.

The air was thick with the sweet scent of passion and love, mingling with the subtle fragrance of lavender from the scented candles that flickered softly on the nightstand.

Moon shone brightly on the horizon, glimmering their skin as if blessing their love. Limbs were entangled in a graceful dance, each move a symbol of pure affection for one another.

Heartbeat as one, the world around faded into nothingness; the clock on the bedside table displayed 1:58.

Geto Suguru lay there, his heart overflowing with contentment as he gazed into your sleeping face. The soft glow of the moon cast a gentle light on your features, enhancing your beauty and filling him with awe. "So beautiful,"

He held you close, feeling the warmth of your body against his and the softness of your skin under his fingertips. Memorizing the rhythm of your breath, its gentle cadence brings him tranquility.

He traced the outline of your face with his finger, taking in every detail as if he were seeing you for the first time.

Your eyes were closed and he longed to get lost in them; lips gently brushed against his skin, emitting a comforting warmth. His arms around you gripped tighter, as if afraid that you would slip away from him.

At that moment, he was wholly consumed by you. The world outside didn't exist, and all the worries and hardships that awaited him in his reality faded away, the bitter aftertaste of the curses he had consumed the day before long forgotten.

The only thing that mattered to him was you, and the way your sweet scent lingered in his nose.

He saw you open your eyes, squinting as you tried to adjust to the darkness surrounding you. "Suguru?" you mumbled sleepily. "Is it morning yet?"

"No, sweetheart," he replied softly, brushing your hair back and cupping your cheeks. "It's just past midnight. We can still rest."

You let out a contented sigh, grateful you could stay in his arms a little longer. "Hmm, good to know," he heard you chuckle. "Don't want to do anything yet or later."

Suguru grinned at your lazy comment, admiring your sleepy expression. "What a sleepy girl," he teased, tracing your closed eyes with his fingers. He couldn't resist the urge to touch you, to feel the smoothness of your skin against his fingertips again.

His hands moved down to your nose, gently bumping it before traveling further down to your lips. You somewhat knew what his next steps would be.

As his lips met yours, you felt a surge of pleasure coursing through your body. His kisses were always so gentle and tender, yet so passionate at the same time. You kissed him back, savoring the taste of his lips and the warmth of his breath.

His tongue pushed against your lips, asking for entrance, and you eagerly obliged.

Your heart raced as you felt his lips move down to your neck, planting kisses and leaving behind small, purple bruises. "I'm sorry, baby," he slurred, his words muffled against your skin. "I need you so bad."

Now wide awake, you watched as he slowly tugged the duvet covers over your naked body, his lips trailing down to your chest.

He took one of your nipples in his mouth, his delicate licks making it harden. His other hand teased and tweaked the other nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Relax, pretty girl," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "I'm going to take care of you. You don't need to do anything."

Suguru continued to suck on your nipples, twirling his tongue around them and moaning softly. His cock grew hard as he switched to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.

"I want to taste you," he mumbled, his lips moving down to your stomach. His long fingers caressed your womanhood, eliciting a soft gasp from you. He positioned himself between your thighs, using his thumb to part your cunt and expose your clit. "Can I taste you, Y/N?"

"Yy-yes." You moaned as he began to lick and suck on your clit, his tongue moving in circles and causing waves of pleasure to wash over you. Your hands gripped the sheets as he continued to pleasure you, his fingers slipping inside you and making you writhe with pleasure.

He leaves your clit alone, but his tongue finds its way to the rest of your pussy. His tongue traces your folds, your slit, and the inside of your walls. Leaving no parts untouched by his warm mouth. He was licking every drop.

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and then you were tumbling over it, your body convulsing with pleasure as Suguru continued to pleasure you with his mouth and hands.

"Mm, Suguru," as his skilled tongue continued to explore every inch of you, sending shivers down your spine.

Your eyes were now wide open, taking in every sensation as he delved deeper. His tongue continued lapping at your most sensitive areas, sending electrifying pulses of pleasure throughout your body.

As if that wasn't enough, his fingers began to apply gentle pressure, adding to the intensity. You felt your legs start to tremble uncontrollably as the pleasure built inside you. "Tastes so sweet."

You could feel yourself getting close to the brink of orgasm. Your breath quickened, and your cries became louder with each passing second. You knew that you were on the verge of release, and he seemed to sense it too.

"I'm close," With one final push, he pressed harder, driving you over and into a world of pure pleasure. As you exploded in ecstasy, your body shook with the force of your orgasm, and you cried out in delight.

Suguru continued to lavish and clean you, his tongue working tirelessly to taste your release. "So fcking sweet,"

Panting and gasping for breath, you feel him move his body on top of yours, his lips pressing against yours as he positions himself at your entrance.

You can feel your heart racing as your body responds to his touch. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer to you, and feel his body shudder with pleasure.

He lifts your legs and places them around his waist, slowly sinking his length inside you.

"My sweet girl," he whispered into your ear, his voice low and husky. "So warm." He moved in and out of you, his grunts and moans filling the air as he lost himself in the pleasure of your body.

"You feel so good," he murmured, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he thrust harder and faster.

"Mm-more, Suguru," You arch your back and push your hips up to meet his, feeling his length still sliding in and out of you with increasing speed.

He responded by picking up the pace, repositioning himself deeper inside you, and placing your legs on top of his shoulders. He pressed you into the mattress, giving kisses to your face and neck as he continued to rail you, his movements becoming more urgent and intense.

"Shit, I'm going to come, doll." he cursed, his hands gripping your body tightly as he felt his orgasm building.

You could feel his length pulsing inside you, his release painting your walls white as he continued to move, putting back his spilled seed with each thrust making you gasp as you feel your second orgasm.

Basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking, Suguru excused himself to the bathroom. You heard the sound of running water and assumed that he was cleaning himself up. A few moments later, he returned with a warm, damp cloth in his hand.

You watched as he approached you, eyes full of love and tenderness. His touch was gentle as he used the cloth to clean away any remnants.

He took his time, making sure to clean every inch of your body with utmost care.

He wiped away the last trace of sweat from your skin and looked up at you with a soft smile. "I love you so much," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I love you too, Suguru," you replied, your voice filled with emotion. You reached out to stroke his cheek, feeling the softness of his skin beneath your fingertips.

He leaned in to kiss you, his lips soft and gentle against yours. You melted into the kiss, savoring the taste of him on your lips. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and crevice with a hunger that only you could satisfy.

He brushed a strand of hair away from your face as you pulled away. "I'm so lucky to have you," he said, his eyes shining with emotion.

"You earned it," you replied, a playful tease in your voice. "Especially after the way you fucked me like that." You couldn't help but grin as you saw him blush, the tip of his ears slightly red.

"You know I'll always give you everything you need, Y/N." he whispered.

Your boyfriend was the kind of lover who could make you forget your name with the way he moved, but despite his confidence in the bedroom, there was a surprising shyness to him that only you seemed to be able to coax out.

It was the little things you did that made him blush and stutter.

A gentle touch to the back of his neck, a whispered compliment in his ear, or even a coy smile as you looked up at him through your lashes - all of these things could turn him into a mess.

Seeing this vulnerable side of him was endearing for someone so confident and powerful in other aspects of his life.

"You always know just what to say," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn't ask for a better lover than you."

Suguru's smile widened, and he leaned in to kiss your forehead softly. "You're my everything," he murmured. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Geto Suguru stood by the VIP lounge, watching you with amusement as you drunkenly danced happily with Shoko in the middle of the crowded bar.

His eyes never left your figure, following your every move, making sure that you would not be approached by anyone else. With a drink in his left hand, he chuckled softly at your carefree dance, your face red from the alcohol, enjoying the bar's lively atmosphere.

His legs were spread out wide, giving off an air of confidence and strength that seemed to radiate throughout the room.

People glanced over at him every now and then, drawn to his commanding presence. But he paid them no mind, his attention solely focused on you.

His babygirl.

Satoru held his phone on his right side to record your fun moment with Shoko, capturing and laughing as he cheered for the joyous scene. "Look at them,"

It was one of your slip-away-from-Yaga-nights, sneaking out to enjoy a drink or two on a Friday evening, knowing there would be no classes the next day.

Satoru, being the wealthy boy he was, always sponsored your getaways, generously denying any complaints from the rest of you.

"Aren't you going to dance?" Satoru's teasing voice broke through the haze, returning Suguru to reality.

Suguru's watchful gaze shifted from you to Satoru; as he had been keeping a protective eye on you all night, the mere thought of losing sight of you even for a moment made him uneasy.

"I don't dance." Suguru replied nonchalantly, "You all know that, so stop bugging me."

The Gojo heir laughed heartily, undeterred by Suguru's dismissive response. "Well, good luck saying no to your Y/N." He then stood up, going to the bar to fetch more drinks. "But don't make out on the couch," He hollered back playfully.

As if on cue, you began walking towards him, a smile on your lips and a bounce in your step. You expertly navigated through the sea of people, avoiding collisions with ease.

Shoko, who had been walking with you, saw Satoru and went in the opposite direction with him, leaving the two of you alone.

He couldn't help but admire your beauty and grace as he watched you approach.

The way your dress hugged your curves, the way your hair cascaded down your back in loose waves, the way your eyes sparkled with mirth and mischief… It was all too much for him to handle.

"Hi, pretty girl," he said, his eyes drinking up your form.

He extends his hand towards you, planting a smile on your face. You gracefully accepted his invitation and seated yourself on his lap.

His sturdy hand wrapped around you, feeling the plush of your thighs on his. Unable to resist himself, he placed kisses on your cheeks.

"Come on, Suguru," you said, pouting at him. "I want to dance with you."

At first, he hesitated, unsure of his answer. However, when he met your gaze and saw the glimmer of hope in your eyes, all of his reservations disappeared.

He gave in to your request with a slight nod, hearing you cheer and pump your fist in the air dramatically. Sighing, he let you lead him onto the dance floor.

Cheers and laughter erupted from Satoru and Shoko, who were clapping and encouraging. It was a momentous occasion, as it was the first time that Geto Suguru had danced since the getaways started.

He wasn't much for dancing, but for you, he did.

You danced with each other, your body pressed against him as you led the taller man with your movements. The music was upbeat and lively, and you could feel the energy coursing through your veins.

A slower song filled the room, and Suguru's eyes locked onto yours. He felt more drawn towards you if that's even possible. You were a sight for sore eyes to him.

Placing his hands on your waist, he pulls you closer to him. He could feel his heartbeat fasten as the two of you lost yourselves in the moment, not caring about anyone else around.

He leaned in and brushed his lips against yours, sealing the moment with a kiss.

Geto Suguru laughed when he caught you blushing as his father shook your hand warmly. His mother stood next to you, her fingers tenderly caressing your hair as if you were already a part of their family.

"What a stunning young lady," his mother exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine admiration. Your cheeks turned a deeper shade of red at the heartfelt compliment.

After holding onto his father's hands for a moment, you finally let go and lowered yourself into a deep bow. Your eyes glistened with a sense of gratitude as you spoke. "It brings me great pleasure to meet you both. I cannot thank you enough for bringing Suguru into this world."

Suguru's heart constricted with overwhelming emotions as he listened to your sincere words. He was aware of your deep love for him, but your expression of gratitude towards his parents for bringing him into this world was truly heart-rending.

He tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill out and quickly blinked them away to avoid showing his vulnerability.

"Your words are too kind, my dear child," replied with a warm smile. "Please, let's go and enjoy the supper that I have prepared for the both of you." His mother beamed affectionately and led the way into the grand Geto estate, adorned with cozy furnishings and decor.

The delightful dinner was spent in blissful contentment, with a wide range of dishes laid out meticulously on the table. The tantalizing aroma of the scrumptious, home-cooked food permeated the air, making your taste buds tingle with anticipation.

The flavors were exquisite, each dish bursting with its unique blend of spices and seasonings. You savored every bite, feeling grateful for the love and care that went into every dish.

The lively atmosphere was filled with jovial conversations, jokes, and heartwarming stories, as people shared their experiences and feelings.

Throughout the evening, Suguru's mom shared stories about his childhood years, much to his embarrassment. But you listened intently, laughing and smiling as they recounted tales of his mischievous antics and rebellious streak.

The memories of this beautiful evening were etched in your heart forever, reminding you of the warmth and love surrounding you.

"Suguru, when do you plan to stop being a sorcerer?" His father's tone was abrupt, catching you off guard. It appeared that his father was not particularly fond of Suguru's sorcery.

"Let's just talk about that when I go back, Dad. Not now." Suguru then turned towards you and gestured towards the door, indicating it was time for you to leave. "Thank you for the dinner, Mom and Dad. We'll be going now."

His gaze drifted away from you, avoiding any potential conflict that may arise from the topic at hand. "I'm sorry for that, Y/N," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.

You squeezed his hand, understanding his body language and respecting his wishes.

"I promise to visit you soon," You bid Suguru's mom farewell, hugging her tightly. You then bowed deeply to his father.

Suguru watched with a sense of delight as you walked hand in hand with his mom towards the door.

As you turned to leave, Suguru took your hand and whispered in your ear, "I love you. Thank you for coming with me and meeting them." You turned to face him, your eyes brimming with tears of happiness. "I love you too," you replied before leaning in for a tender kiss.

Unbeknownst to you, Suguru's mom had stepped back a few paces and were now watching your encounter with awe.

She could see how deeply in love Suguru was with you and how much you meant to him. She had always wanted their son to find someone who would love and cherish him, and she could see that he had found that in you.

Finally reaching the estate's gate, Suguru's mother called out to you, "Take care, dear. We'll be waiting for your next visit."

You turned around and smiled, replying, "See you soon,"

Strolling hand in hand through the calm and quiet streets, the radiant moonlight shone down the path ahead, enveloping the two enamored souls in a warm and welcoming aura.

The silver light beams cast a gentle yet enchanting glow over the lovers as they continued their romantic stroll under the starry night sky.

You gazed up at Suguru; you couldn't help but remark how much he resembled his mother. "I love your mom, you look so much like her, Suguru, you just managed to get your father's height," you said with a smile.

"I can't wait to meet them again, maybe I should bring them in return right? I want to meet them soon again, they just bring so much happiness to me, it's like - " Before you could finish your sentence, Suguru cut you off with a chaste kiss, his lips silencing your ramblings.

"Marry me once we graduate, Y/N. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Geto Suguru leaned in and planted a tender kiss on the back of your hand. He looked deeply into your eyes as you whispered, "So, you're leaving?"

"It's just a two-day mission, doll," he reassured you, sensing your unease. He reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch soothing and reassuring. "Tengen-sama's Star Plasma Vessel needs some protection from us."

You nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation, and pulled him in for a warm hug. You didn't want to let him go, but you knew that duty called, and as Jujutsu sorcerers, your responsibilities always came first. No matter what.

"Okay, please update me every time," you whispered, trying to hide the fear in your voice.

He turned back to look at you, his intense gaze locking with yours. "I'll be back before you know it, baby. And when I return, let's cuddle for hours," he said, his voice filled with determination.

You watched him stroll away with his hands tucked in his pockets, a sense of anxiety creeping up within you. This was the first time he would be responsible for protecting someone and not just killing curses like he used to.

You knew him well, and you knew that the weight of responsibility always hung heavily on his shoulders, which worried you deeply.

What was the worst thing that could happen?

It had been a year since the Star Plasma Vessel had been brutally killed.

Geto Suguru was a changed man, a shadow of his former self. His infectious smile was replaced by a permanent frown, and his eyes lacked the spark that once made them shine.

He had become detached from the world around him, lost in his thoughts, and unable to find consolation.

Despite your best efforts to help him, to talk to him, and to make him open up, nothing seemed to work.

You tried to distract him with different activities, take him out for dates, and even cook his favorite meals, but he remained closed and distant. You watched as he drifted further and further away from you.

You thought that time would heal his wounds, but it only made things worse.

The lack of his appetite, his disconnection, and his quietness were all new to you. The man you once knew was now a stranger, and you struggled to understand what had happened to him.

The thought of meeting his parents again soon became a blurred line as you wondered how they would react to seeing their son in this state.

As time passed, you noticed a change in his behavior. His physical urges became more frequent, and he would often seek you out when you were alone in your room.

At first, you welcomed his advances, hoping it would help him forget his pain. But as time passed, you began to realize it was only a temporary relief.

Every time you tried to talk to him, he would shut you off with kisses and passionate lovemaking, leaving you feeling frustrated and confused. You longed to connect with him deeper, understand what he was going through, and help him heal.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months.

You hoped that one day, he would find his way back to the person he once was, the person who was open and vulnerable with you, who trusted you with his heart.

The small, cramped room was far from the lively and vibrant spaces you and your boyfriend, Suguru, usually frequented before this all happened.

Instead of the warmth and comfort of each other's company, you were both surrounded by an eerie silence that only emphasized the coldness of the room.

You couldn't shake off the feeling of being utterly alone in this space despite standing before him. The darkness enveloped everything around you, making it difficult to see anything clearly.

The stillness of the air was deafening, and you can't help but feel a sense of unease settle in the pit of your stomach.

As the tears started to form in your eyes, you spoke up, "Don't touch me, unless you tell me your problems."

"I don't have any problems, Y/N," Suguru lied, avoiding your gaze. He couldn't let you see how miserable he was.

To him, you were the only constant thing in his life, and he didn't want to taint that. He feared you would see him in a different light if he opened up to you, and he didn't want to risk losing you.

Despite his efforts to shield you from his pain, you persisted. You shouted at him, begging him to open up to you. "I know something went wrong," you cried. "Why won't you tell me what it is? I can help you, Suguru. Please, just let me in."

"Y/N," Suguru's voice was barely above a whisper. "I don't want to burden you with my problems. You have enough on your plate as it is."

"Didn't we promise we would be there for each other?" You sobbed, your voice choking on your tears. "I'm still here for you, Suguru. Can't you see that? Please, just let me help you. Do you even still love me?"

You were a woman who could easily challenge and counter Satoru's witty remarks without breaking a sweat. The sight of you, who was always so put-together, now crumbling in front of him.

Seeing you, the love of his life, in tears, broke him down like nothing else could. It was too much for him to handle.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as he cried. "Of course I do. I'm sorry, baby," he whispered. "I never meant to hurt you. I promise I'll try to make this go away, okay? Just give me some time."

His warm fragrance envelops you as you hold onto him, his embrace secure and unwavering.

In the midst of this moment, you can't help but ponder if the rift between the two of you will ever fully heal.

If only you knew.

Geto Suguru saw two small children, twins, who were bruised and beaten, tied up with ropes, and covered in dirt. He could hardly believe his eyes.

"What's going on here?" his voice trembled as he spoke.

"Isn't it obvious?" replied one of the villagers. "These two cause the incidents we've been experiencing lately."

Suguru was completely caught off guard by the accusation thrown his way. He was taken aback, stunned even. He simply couldn't fathom that these two small, innocent-looking children standing before him could be capable of anything that would warrant such harsh treatment.

There was a gut-wrenching feeling that had settled in the pit of his stomach as he looked at the children once again. Memories of Haibara Yu and Riko Amanai flooded his mind.

He couldn't anymore.

"Everyone, let's step outside."

"Like hell he did!" Satoru's rage boiled over at the mention of Suguru's alleged actions. The principal, Yaga, was visibly stressed and struggled to explain the situation to the two of you.

"Satoru, I don't understand what's going on, either," he said, his voice shaking slightly.

You were hyperventilating, trying to process the news. "H-his parents?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. The thought of what Suguru had done was too much to bear.

"Y/N," Satoru's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you turned around to face him. His knuckles were white with anger, and you could see the fury in his eyes.

You turned away from the two men, your hand clutching your shirt as you tried to steady yourself. The last words of Suguru's mother echoed in your mind.

"Take care, dear. We'll be waiting for your next visit."

You had never seen them again after that day.

The thought of never seeing them again sent you reeling. The memories came back, and you fell to your knees, clutching your stomach as you almost vomited up the lunch you had just eaten. Tears streamed down your face as you tried to understand what was happening.

The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the sound of your sobs. Satoru's anger had dissipated, replaced by a look of concern and empathy for you. Yaga, too, looked worried, and you could see the weight of the situation on his shoulders.

"I'll talk to him," You said in between sobs. "Please,"

The unspoken truth answered you. Geto Suguru, the man you had trusted and loved for so long, was now a wanted criminal. He had been sentenced to death for his heinous actions, and he was nowhere to be found.

All you knew was that the situation was far from over and that the truth was yet to be revealed.

The hours passed, and you sent countless texts and missed calls to Suguru, demanding his answers.

Nothing came back from him.

You cried uncontrollably, holding yourself tightly as if to protect yourself from the harsh reality. Your face was now puffy and red from all the tears you shed, and you called out for his name, wishing that this was all a dream.

But deep down, you knew that he wouldn't come back. His parents wouldn't come back. If only you had known, you wouldn't let him go on his mission. You would have begged him to stay, to just spend the day with you.

But now, all you had was yourself, sitting amidst the dark walls of your room that you often shared with him and the weight of misery that surrounded you.

The only sounds you could hear were the sobs escaping your lips and the breath you no longer wanted to take.

Taking in the familiar surroundings that were once filled with hope that he would return to his old self like he promised you. But now, it all seemed impossible and shattered.

The sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the room. You hardly noticed the changing light, so consumed were you by your own turmoil. Only when darkness finally descended did you snap out of your reverie, realizing with a start that you had missed the entire day.

You heard a gentle knock on your door and the voices of Satoru and Shoko calling out to you. But you didn't want to face them, didn't want to let them see the chaos that was consuming you. So you turned them away, retreating further into yourself.

You felt utterly paralyzed by the weight of it all, unable to move or even speak. You can't even imagine a life without him.

Spending hours crying your heart out, your mind was left in a state of turmoil, plagued by endless what-ifs that seemed to offer no reprieve.

"Please let this all be a dream." Exhaustion finally took over and you closed your eyes, surrendering to the comforting embrace of sleep.

Geto Suguru approached your window with utmost care, his movements calculated and soundless.

The night was still and silent, except for the occasional rustle of leaves and crickets chirping in the distance. The moon cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his features and the intensity of his gaze.

As he arrived at your window, he paused, steadying his breathing as he peered inside. The sight of you curled up in a fetal position, hugging yourself tightly as you slept, caused his heart to stop.

He could feel the weight of guilt and remorse settling heavily on his chest, knowing that he was the source of your recent pain.

His eyes scanned your features, lingering on the faint glisten of dried tears still clung to your cheeks. It was a stark reminder of the hurt he had caused and the damage he had inflicted.

He struggled to control his own breath, forcing himself to inhale deeply in an attempt to calm his racing heart. The moment was fraught with tension and emotion, as he stood there silently, watching over you.

He felt a surge of protective instinct, wanting to shield you from further harm. But he knew that he was the last person who should be allowed to come near you.

His actions had caused irreparable damage, and he would have to endure the consequences.

"Y/N," He was captivated by the sight of you. His eyes lingered on every feature of your face, wanting to commit it all to memory. He listened to the sound of your breathing, a rhythm he had become so familiar with, and his heart clenched tightly at the thought of leaving you.

"I'm sorry, baby," he whispered as he knelt beside you. He wanted to hold you, to feel your warmth and your breath on his skin. He knew he couldn't, but his resolve weakened with each passing moment.

With heart-wrenching tenderness, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, his touch soft and warm. "My Y/N," he murmured, pulling back to gaze into your face. He ran his fingers gently over your cheek, forgetting his promise to himself not to touch you.

He knew that if you woke up, he would stay. He would change his mind, he knew, and there would be nothing to stop him once he saw the pleading look in your eyes. He knew that he would take you with him.

For a moment, he forgot about everything else. He forgot about the dangers that awaited him, the risks he had to take. All he could think about was you and his love for you.

You stirred slightly, causing his body to freeze again, but you remained asleep. He let out a small, defeated sigh. That's it.

"I love you." His lips wobbled slightly as he pressed one last kiss to your forehead, taking a few moments to savor your sweet scent before finally pulling away.

He stood up slowly, his hand trembling slightly as he placed an envelope on your desk with your name written on it.

His eyes roamed around the room, taking in every detail as if he wanted to engrave it forever in his memory. His gaze lingered on the Polaroids that adorned your mini-board, which you had collected over the years.

He picked one of them up, the edges worn from frequent handling, and his heart ached as he gazed at the picture of you blowing out your 19th birthday candle. It felt like he had been there only yesterday, by your side, celebrating your special day.

Suguru clutched it tightly in his hands, as if it was the only thing keeping him from falling apart. He placed the picture in his pocket and walked away, footsteps echoing through the empty room.

He fought the urge to turn around, knowing that if he did, he would run back to you as fast as he could. But he forced himself to keep walking, to leave you behind, because he knew there wouldn't be a way to repair the damage he had wrought.

"Suguru!" The sound of your own voice echoed in the silence of the night, waking you up abruptly. You gasped for air, your heart beating faster than ever before. You tried to slow your breathing, but it was difficult.

You felt like you were suffocating, like the air around you was too heavy to breathe with. You glanced around the room, trying to grasp the reality of your pain. The darkness made it impossible to see anything clearly, but you could feel the tears streaming down your face.

"Fuck." Realization hit you hard. You knew that you weren't dreaming, that this was real. Sobs escaped your throat, and you tried to muffle the sound with your hands. "When will this end?"

In the dim light, you noticed a white envelope on the bedside table, and your heart skipped a beat as you saw the name written on it in familiar handwriting.

It was Geto Suguru's; you knew he was in your room.

You couldn't believe it. You bolted out of bed, your heart racing with fear and panic. You ran to the window and looked outside, hoping against hope that you could catch a glimpse of him, but there was nothing there except the darkness of the night.

"No, no, no." Your anger and frustration boiled over as you thought about how you could have missed him. "Why couldn't you wake me up?" you shouted, tears streaming down your face. You felt the weight of your helplessness and began to cry uncontrollably.

You check the hallway, barefoot and desperate for any sign of him. You know it's a long shot, but you can't help it. After a few moments, you realize that he's not there. You feel defeated and broken as you walk back to your room, locking the door behind you.

You sat down at your desk, wiping away your tears with shaking hands. You knew what you had to do—you had to read the letter. But the thought of it filled you with dread, for it would only mean that you accepted the fact that he was not yours anymore.

Your heart was heavy with dread, and you opened the envelope with trembling hands.

My dearest Y/N, I cannot express the depth of my love for you. You are my soulmate, my partner in every sense of the word. I have never and will never love anyone else as deeply and purely as I love you. You have been the light that shines in my darkness, the reason for my existence, and the beating of my heart. Every day, I thank the universe for bringing you into my life. You have been my rock, my support system, and my confidante, and I cannot imagine my life without you. However, as it pains me to say this, I can no longer ignore the fact that I am not the right person for you. You deserve so much more than what I can offer you. You deserve someone who can give you the love and support you need, be there for you, hold your hand in public, and stand beside you. I'm afraid that I am not that person. I am now a criminal. I know that you have been patient with me and endured my flaws with grace and kindness. You have done so much for me, but deep down, I know I cannot offer you the life you deserve. It breaks my heart to leave, but I want nothing but the best for you, and if that means letting you go, then I will do it. My greatest wish is that you will find the happiness you deserve. Please know that I will always cherish the memories that we have shared and that you will always hold a special place in my heart. I am sorry that I have burdened you so much with my decisions. I hope that one day, you will find it in your heart to forgive me, my sweet girl. You don't deserve to live a hard life with me. I will always love you. It will be only you. So, with a heavy heart, I say goodbye. Please know that I will always cherish the moments we shared, and I will always hold a special place for you in my heart. I can only hope that I will love you again in another life. Goodbye.

You hold the letter in your trembling hands, feeling your grip tighten around the parchment as if trying to hold on to the words written on it.

The texture of the paper feels delicate as if a mere touch could crumple it. You draw the letter closer to your chest, trying to steady your breathing, but you can't help the overwhelming emotions.

You whisper his name softly as if he's standing right beside you. His words flow through your mind like a gentle stream, each sentence etched deeply into your heart and soul. You can feel the weight of his love and the ache of his departure in every word, as if he's pouring his heart out on the page.

"You idiot man," This might be the last time you hear from him, and the thought tears at your heartstrings. The reality of the situation is hard to accept, but you know that you must face it.

You struggle to come to terms with the reality of the situation, but one thing is clear: there is no love without forgiveness, and there is no forgiveness without love.

Shoko was frantically searching for her lighter but to no avail. Just when she thought she had lost it, a voice interrupted her.

"Need a light?" Geto Suguru asked, walking towards the brown-haired woman. "Hey."

She was surprised by his sudden appearance and jolted lightly. She looked up at him with one eyebrow raised, waiting for an explanation.

He stood beside the brown-haired woman as she lit her cigarette. "Just testing my luck, I guess," he replied, his eyes fixed on her.

Shoko took a drag from her cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"Luck with what?" she asked, eyes asked for an explanation, and he nodded in agreement.

Suguru stood beside her and returned her gaze. His eyes were pleading, and he spoke with urgency.

"Please keep me up with her," he said. "Without anyone else knowing,"

Shoko's eyes widened in surprise. "And why would I do that? She's suffering," she pointed out, limiting her words; she knew who he was exactly talking about, and she hesitated momentarily.

Suguru's face softened as he looked at her. "She's the strongest woman I know, and I know she'll overcome this. With you and Satoru around, she'll forget me. But I can't do that. I'll never survive without knowing if she's okay," he confessed. "You know this is for the best for her."

Shoko listened to Suguru in silence, considering his request. Her mind was racing, thinking of the possibilities. "What if she finds another?"

It was indirect, but Suguru knew clearly what she was referring to.

"It'll kill me, Shoko."

After a few moments, she took a deep breath and nodded. "One update, a year," she agreed, staring at him with pity.

The statement made Suguru smile, and he thanked her profusely while she dialed on her phone.

"Hey, Gojo? I found Geto,"

The news of Gojo and Shoko's encounter with Geto Suguru came like a bolt from the blue, leaving you feeling helpless and anxious.

In the aftermath of the letter, you found yourself sequestered in your room for several days, grappling with a profound sense of heartbreak. The weight of the world seemed to be crashing down on your shoulders.

Suddenly, a familiar voice reached your ears. Shoko's voice called out to you from behind the closed door. The sound was clear and distinct, and you could feel the urgency in her tone.

"Y/N," she called out with a hint of worry, "We're all concerned about your well-being and want to make sure you're okay. If you don't respond and open the door by tonight, we're breaking in to check on you."

As you gradually uncoiled from your fetal position, you managed to sit up slowly, feeling the weight of exhaustion upon your shoulders. You rubbed your bleary eyes, trying to shake off the somnolence that had clung to you.

It was only then you realized just how much time had passed. The days had blurred together, and you had lost track of it.

Standing up, you walked towards the mirror in your room, hoping to catch a glimpse of yourself; Your reflection only served to reinforce the sadness that you felt inside. You looked pale, devoid of any colors of life, with dark circles under your eyes.

Facing the world without Suguru was daunting.

You had previously been crying for what felt like an eternity, tears streaming down your face as you tried to process the overwhelming emotions that were consuming you. Your mind was a jumbled mess, thoughts and worries racing through your head at lightning speed.

Your hair was messy, strands sticking out in directions and tangled. You couldn't bring yourself to care about your appearance, not when your heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces.

It was hard to believe that everything had been relatively normal just a few days ago and that you might never see him again.

Although you did not agree with his actions, you still held a tiny understanding of his imperfections, and you made it a point to honor his choices, despite any reservations you may have had.

You felt like you were drowning, unable to find solid ground to stand on. An absolute wreckage.

You ran your fingers through your hair, trying to compose yourself before facing the outside world. You knew that Gojo and Shoko were also struggling hard, and you didn't want to add to their worries.

Gathering what's left of your courage, you slowly twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open. To your surprise, Gojo was standing right before you; his tired eyes widened in shock at the sight of you.

Despite your pain, you managed to muster a small smile for your friend, hoping to convey some semblance of normalcy. But as soon as you looked into his eyes, you knew he could see right through your façade.

You cannot hide it from him, for he knows it all too well.

You felt a lump form in your throat as you struggled to hold back the tears. You knew you couldn't put on a brave face for long, so you decided to retreat to your room. "Hey, come in."

Their frantic footsteps echoed behind as they followed you closely and shut the door after entering. They were afraid that you would change your mind and lock yourself up again.

The sound of your shallow breaths echoed in the quiet room. You tried to control your breathing, to hide the pain that was eating away at your insides, but it was no use. Your body shook with each inhale, and a small whimper escaped your lips. "Um,"

"You don't have to tell us anything," Gojo's face showed concern as he approached you, his warm hand resting on your shoulder in a comforting gesture. "Just let us be with you."

You then felt Shoko's arms wrap tightly around your torso, pulling you into a sideways hug. You could feel her relief in the way her body relaxed against yours, and you heard her whisper, "Thank goodness." It was as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

For a moment, you allowed yourself to lean into her embrace, to feel the warmth and comfort that her presence brought.

It was difficult to express the pain and sadness you were all feeling, but you knew that you needed to talk about it, process your emotions, and find some semblance of peace.

"He left a letter," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "He said goodbye." The words caught in your throat, and you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. It was still so fresh, the wound still so raw.

As you spoke, Satoru and Shoko listened intently, their expressions pained and sympathetic. It was clear that they were feeling the same things as you, struggling to come to terms with losing their friend.

"Oh, Y/N." And then, as if a dam had burst, the emotions flooded. Tears streamed down your faces, and you clung to each other, seeking solace in one another's embrace.

"Don't leave us, too," Satoru whispered, his voice shaking with emotion. It was a sentiment you all shared, a fear that in the wake of Suguru's defect, you would also lose each other in the same way.

The three of you cried and hugged together, the memories of your time with Suguru flooding back.

It was supposed to be the four of you, and now the group felt incomplete, a hole left where Suguru should have been.

As the tears subsided and the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the world, you all sat silently, lost in your thoughts.

It was a bittersweet moment filled with sorrow, anguish and hope.

As the night wore on, three teenagers huddled together in bed, their eyes heavy with exhaustion. The sound of their sobs echoed in their ears, a constant reminder of the harsh verity they were trying to escape.

They clung to each other tightly, seeking consolation and reassurance in each other's presence, hoping to find some respite from the pain that threatened to consume them.

Sleep eventually overtook them, and they drifted into a fitful slumber, still clutching each other tightly as they sought refuge from the outside world.

"Marry me once we graduate, Y/N. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

The night air was cool and crisp as Geto Suguru stood in front of you, his voice wavering in nervousness as he posed his question.

Under the dim light of the lampost, the pavement seemed to come alive with a warm and gentle radiance, casting a soft glow on the surroundings.

The subtle interplay of light and shadows created a dreamy atmosphere as if the world around you were a painting that had come to life.

You looked into his eyes, getting lost in the hues of his pretty orbs, and teased him, "Are you sure? Well, I mean, I just met your parents, and you haven't met mine yet."

But Suguru was resolute, his velvet voice smooth as he replied, "I can't imagine anyone else being my wife or the mother of my children." As he cupped your warming cheeks, the mere mention of children caused your heart to race.

You semi-shouted at him, pouting as you tried to swat his hands away from your face, "Hey! I haven't even agreed yet, and you're already talking about children!"

Suguru's eyes crinkled with amusement as he gazed at your blushing face. He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around you, his body melding with yours. "And I'll get us a lovely house," he said softly, "one that you can decorate to your heart's content. We'll even build a little tea shop in the backyard since you've always had a talent for them."

His warm breath tickled your ear as he continued, "We'll have a beautiful garden, too, and we can adopt a dog or two if you'd like." Suguru's voice was filled with a tenderness that made your heart flutter. "And then," he said, "Satoru and Shoko will come to visit us with little Y/Ns running around in the backyard."

Overwhelmed with emotions at his endearing statements, you hugged him back tightly, feeling your eyes tear up at the imagery he laid out for you. "S-Suguru,"

Maybe we can retire being sorcerers before we turn 30?" he suggested, a hopeful note in his voice. He reached out to wipe away the tears that had formed at the corners of your eyes, his touch gentle and reassuring.

"I promise I'll earn as much as I can so you will live a comfortable life," he continued, his voice tinged with determination. "You'll never lift your finger to work again, and I'll be the happiest man in the world to watch your hair turn white as we grow old together."

You felt the warmth of his lips on yours; tears streamed down your cheeks. He pulled back slightly and looked down at you, chuckling as he teased, "You're such a crybaby."

"Stop it," You smiled through the tears and added, "Fine. I'll marry you."

Geto Suguru's heart raced as he sat up in bed, his mind still reeling from the vivid dream that had just jolted him awake. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, and he wiped them away with a trembling hand.

It was a memory he had once cherished, but now it haunted him, reminding him of the promises he had made and broken.

In his dream, he had seen you again - see the way your eyes sparkled with joy and contentment as he made promises to you that he knew he could never keep. However, now it all seemed like a distant memory, as the happiness that once adorned your face was nowhere to be seen.

He knew that he would never have you in his life again.

The dreams he had once held dear were now shattered - the children he had imagined with you would never be born, the cozy home where he had envisioned handling your tea shop would never be, or play with the dogs he had dreamed of. Satoru and Shoko, the names that once brought a smile to his lips, now only brought pain.

As he lay there, the sight of you growing old beside him played out in his mind. He knew that his words were now hollow promises, and the weight of this realization crushed his heart into a million pieces.

Tears flowed down his face as his body shook with sobs, and he cried out your name repeatedly. His regret and the realization that he could never unbind his past missteps consumed him.

His heart ached, longing to turn back the clock and make things right, but he knew it was impossible.

Utahime greeted you with a bright smile, wearing a birthday cap on her head. "Happy 22nd birthday, Y/N!" she exclaimed as she approached you with a cake.

Standing beside her, Gojo Satoru clapped his hands in triumphant celebration, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. He reached over and swiped his fingers across the luscious cake, leaving a trail of frosting on your cheek.

"Gojo!" Utahime chided him, though the playful antics of your friends brought a smile to your face as you laughed along. Utahime scolded him playfully as you laughed at the playful antics of your friends.

"Gojo Satoru," you shouted, trying to avoid his teasing attacks. "I swear Megumi is more mature than you are."

Shoko, who had been standing nearby, chimed in with a chuckle. "That goes without saying," she said, shaking her head in amusement. "Y/N," she continued, gesturing towards your house's backyard. "Come with me, I have something to show you."

You smiled at her and followed her, still feeling the effects of Satoru's teasing. After graduating, you had recently bought a house, and you were finally able to call a place your own and create a space that reflected your unique personality and style.

Although the memories of your school days will remain etched in your mind forever, it is difficult for you to fathom the idea of living there again.

You took each step, and the ends of your shoulder-length hair gently brushed against the sides of your face. You remembered how it used to be longer, reaching down to the small of your back, but you had bravely decided to chop it off for a more manageable length. As you walked, you could feel your heart beating faster and faster, almost as if it was trying to escape from your chest.

Even though you were well aware of what would happen, the anticipation of the event still never failed to make you feel nervous.

Shoko approached you with a stunning bouquet of fresh crimson flowers, their sweet fragrance wafting towards you and filling your senses with delight. She spoke in a hushed tone while handing them over to you, "He says happy birthday."

Gratefully, you accepted the gift and looked at Shoko with a warm smile. "Thank you so much, Shoko," you said, admiring the vivid colours and delicate petals. After taking a deep breath to savour the sweet scent, you carefully cradled the flowers and said, "I'll put these in a vase first and follow you."

You ascended the stairs, your feet creaking against each step. You reached your room and unlocked the door with a sense of relief. On your desk stood a vase you had prepared earlier in the day. As you carefully arranged the flowers, your eyes were drawn to a framed picture resting against the wall.

It depicted a black-haired man, his hair tied up in a man-bun, grinning widely as he posed with you in the photo. Your heart ached as you gazed at the picture, memories flooding your mind and threatening to spill over in tears. You felt a pang of longing in your chest, wanting to reach out and tell him how much he still meant to you.

"Not today, girly," you told yourself firmly, blinking rapidly to dismiss the tears.

This has become an annual ritual since the day of your 20th birthday. Without fail, every year, a fresh and vibrant bouquet of stunning red roses would arrive at your doorstep, always at the same time, like clockwork. The gesture was an act of Geto Suguru, the man who still has your heart.

You couldn't help but wonder what he was up to now. Did he ever think of you the way you thought of him? You pushed those thoughts aside, knowing that dwelling on them would only lead to heartache.

You knew instinctively not to question the gesture, particularly since Shoko was involved. For she might be in trouble of being in contact with him.

The first time it happened, the gesture moved you to tears, but as the years passed, it grew into something you anticipated with great excitement, eagerly looking forward to the arrival of the cherished bouquet.

Shielding oneself from harsh reality is often the safest and most prudent course of action. By not acknowledging the truth, one can prevent oneself from being hurt by it.

Deep in your heart, you just knew that it was his way of expressing his eternal love for you, and it never failed to make your heart flutter with emotion.

"I hope you're doing okay." As you finished arranging the flowers, you stepped back to admire your handiwork, smiling as you whispered, "Thank you, Suguru."

His name is bitter on your lips once again, with your wound that cannot be mended even with time; tears start welling up in your eyes as you turn around and walk towards your door to be with your awaiting friends.

Geto Suguru felt his heart racing as he paced back and forth in his dimly lit room.

Tomorrow would be your 25th birthday, and he was eagerly waiting for his instructions about your flowers, which he usually gave by now. But for the past couple of days, he hadn't heard back from Shoko, who was responsible for delivering them to you.

Despite trying to contact her several times through messages and missed calls, Suguru received no response, which made him increasingly anxious. He couldn't help but wonder, what if he failed to send the flowers this year? It was the only thing he allowed himself to do for you, and now it seemed like it was falling apart.

He sat on the bed, staring longingly at your smiling face on his phone screen, and suddenly, Shoko's name flashed on the screen. He quickly accepted the call and put the phone to his ear. "Shoko, I've been--"

"Geto," Shoko cut him off, her voice trembling with emotion. She took a deep breath and said, "I apologize for not getting back to you. Things have been hectic for me. I'm sorry to tell you this, but…she's gone."

The words hit Suguru like a ton of bricks. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Gone?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "What do you mean, gone?"

"It was a special grade curse on one of her missions." The two individuals had a quiet moment before the connection was abruptly cut off.

The phone slipped from Suguru's trembling hand and hit the floor with a deafening clang. The sound reverberated through the barren room like an ominous bell tolling in the distance.

Overwhelmed by a visceral surge of emotions, Suguru collapsed onto his knees, struggling to catch his breath as he wept uncontrollably.

His body convulsed with each convulsive sob, and he clenched his fists so tightly that the tendons on the back of his hands stood out like cords.

"No, no!" He clenched his fists so tightly that sweat started trickling down his palms. "Bb-baby." He had convinced himself that leaving you behind was the right decision, but as he cried, he wished he could turn back time and take you with him instead.

Geto Suguru stood solemnly at the freshly placed grave, feeling the weight of his grief like a physical ache in his chest. The trees swayed gently in the background, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze, creating a peaceful atmosphere that was at odds with his pain.

With a heavy heart, he reached out to wipe off the dirt from the marker, making sure to clean the words engraved on it.

Y/N L/N Too well loved to ever be forgotten. May you rest in peace, angel.

Sitting beside the grave, he took a deep breath and reached for the bento box he had brought. "I've bought your favourite food, my sweet girl," he said softly, holding back his tears. With trembling hands, he opened the box and placed it gently in the grave.

Suguru continued to speak, his voice quivering with emotion, "That's absolutely correct. You are an angel, my beautiful angel." he said, his voice filled with sadness.

"I'm sorry," he added, his voice choking on his tears. "I'm sure you hated me so much. I deserve that for leaving you behind… and I'll live the rest of my life in regret because I should've snatched you away, baby."

His tears flowed freely now as he continued to speak. "Mimiko and Nanako would have loved you," he said, his voice breaking. "I told them about how kind you were, and they always admired your pictures in my room. It was painful, but it must have been more painful for you. I hate myself for allowing this. I hate myself twice as much as you hated me."

Suguru put his hands on his face, sobbing uncontrollably. All the pent-up years of restraining himself from approaching you after receiving a single picture from Shoko had freed themselves, as had all the pent-up frustrations about how he missed and longed for you.

"Can you hear me, baby?" he asked, his voice barely audible. I'm so sorry, okay? This is all my fault. This happened because of me. It was all me."

He paused for a moment, wiping away his tears. "Did they put socks on your shoes?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "I know how whiny and cold you get if you don't have them while you sleep there."

The moment those words left his mouth, fresh tears welled up in his sorrowful eyes and trickled down his cheeks.

The gentle wind carried the scent of blooming flowers and the sun's warmth as it caressed the tear-streaked face of Geto Suguru, who stood heartbroken.

"I love you," With a quivering voice, he whispered, "I love you forever." His words were heavy with grief, and his heart was filled with a sense of loss that seemed infinite.

Gojo Satoru spoke softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Suguru."

Geto Suguru looked up, clutching his bloodied arms tightly. He felt the pain surging through his body, a constant reminder of his injury. As he watched the white-haired man approach him and sit down, he braced himself for the worst.

He deserves it.

"She never hated you," Gojo whispered, his words cutting through the silence. Suguru stared at him in disbelief, wondering how he could be so naive.

He might have made you cry almost every night, but Gojo knew the truth: "She loved you until her last breath."

Suguru's eyes widened in surprise, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest; hurting him more than his physical one.

He knew that he had wounded you deeply and always thought you hated him for it. But now, hearing Gojo's words, he realized he had been wrong all along.

Tears started to well up in his eyes, and he struggled to keep them from falling. He had always loathed himself for what he had done to you, but now, for the first time since he parted ways from you, he felt happy even at the steps of his death.

I want to see you soon Y/N. I'll see you soon.

He smiled at his best friend, replying the last words in his mouth. "At least hit me with some curses at my end."

I'll see you soon.

note: I contemplated a lot about whether I should write this or not, knowing there are tons of cannon stories like this rewritten for him. Geto Suguru's story was just too much. Thinking that he was bound to his demise from the start still makes me emotional. His impact on me made me mourn for him - and that enough was my deciding factor to write his story in my own version.

thank you for taking the time to read this,

Aurora.

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

Hazbin Hotel Men - Take care of you

warning : fluff, hurt/comfort, crying, no use of Y/n, fem reader

Characters : Alastor , Angel Dust, Husk , Sir Pentious, Vox , Valentino

Info : So it is here my first work for the hazbin hotel fandom and I'm very excited. I'm in it again after watching years ago the pilot, the first few episodes of hb and the great/amazing music video adict. So have fun everyone and enjoy it ;)

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Alastor : A smile always graces his lips and even if you're not used to it, he's quite disturbed when his loved one doesn't smile too. They've been through a lot together, but when he walks through the corridors of the hotel from his broadcasting studio and finds his darling sad, even crying, the static goes out of his voice for a moment. He will always worry about his darling, the only one in his dark, twisted heart. ,,Darling, what's wrong...who should I make scream?" he asked, his claw-like fingers resting on your hands, the strange charged static running through you strange yet familiar. Almost judging and somehow tickling. He would listen quietly to what was on his darling's mind and let a soft song play over his wand, the song that had played when he got the letter. Your letter of admiration in such a cruel place as hell the radio demon had marveled at. ,,Or I'll just stay with you mhhh a little show?" he asked, gently wiping the tears from your cheek with his fingers before pulling his sweet tone from the bed and flicking the room into a reddish dance hall. The radio waves turned to a song and he gently guided his darling around the room, brushing away her tears with each turn, reminding her of the things they had together. The time they had together, the things they had done for each other. His special affection, his gratitude and his love that belonged only to her. ,,You know I'm always with you darling, no matter what," he reminded his heart before leaving a gentle kiss on the back of her hand as the music faded.

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Angel Dust : Angel Dust knew best what it meant when it came to money. He had lived it hell he was in that vicious circle and knew what it was like to be exploited for money almost every night. But in all this fire and poison he had found his own drug, so to speak. The one that had helped him when he was down, when he needed a break, when he couldn't sleep after night after night. She had sacrificed herself, Val had practically thrown herself at the throat, had taken it upon herself to become the number two in the business, something "enough" as Valentino called it. But Angel knew better than anyone that something like this didn't just pass you by. Which is why, with a warm tea in his hands, the spider heard the quiet knock on the door before he heard the ,,Come in." He didn't have to look to know that the runny makeup was from tears and other things. ,,Hey princess, come here," he murmured, putting the tea on the side table before slowly putting his hands around her. Never firm enough that she couldn't resist, always calm enough to show her that he didn't want what the others in the store wanted. The words flowed slowly over her lips and even though they both knew there was no point in talking about it, it felt good. It eased the pain and Angel was able to wipe away her tears before he gave her the tea. Because if there was one thing he had learned, it was that a cup of tea could work wonders in a few minutes and make you feel warm and safe. ,,I promise this will all end soon," he murmured, letting his beauty lay her head on his chest and he smiled gently as he saw the trembling of her body lessen with his calm heartbeat. At least they would both have something like hope for a while...a moment of calm and peace in the vicious circle.

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Husk : The clinking of glasses was something that could always be heard at the bar, either when the former overlord was sorting, washing or serving the glasses. The bottles made about the same sound but darker. But something still filled his bar: sniffling and sobbing. The sadness of his favorite, lucky clover, sitting at the bar with his head buried in his hands. He had just blown away to take another order because everyone else was already off to Satan's place. The beating of his wings could be heard as he hurriedly came over to her. He didn't need to look at the sad face, ,,I know you've given everything we all know that" he said and reached for the right drink he knew her favorite order was the one she had brought him back when he was lucky. He handed her the drink and slowly and gently took her hands from her face before she took the drink with a slight look of gratitude. He nodded in acknowledgment as he saw them both just sitting there for a moment, he slowly wrapped his sweat around her waist and pulled her a little closer, placing a wing on her shoulder. Knew the feathers were something she wanted. Because he was right, she let her fingers wander over the pattern. She finally gave in and told him about her yet another failed attempt to get money and power for the hotel, maybe even a few free ones, but nothing had worked. Instead, only the usual cursing and swearing...as the cave was true. Without happiness and kindness. ,,But our happiness and togetherness will last forever," he said and handed her one of his golden dice before the two of them rolled it over the wood of the ceiling. But in fact, when Husk pressed a gentle kiss on her cheek, both dice landed as doubles. They knew that together they had the best luck they could have as a couple.

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Sir Pentiuos : The airship's engine was loud, but the serpent demon was able to distinguish between the sound of an engine, the cracking of eggs and the sobs of its first officers. Turning away from the steering wheel, hoping that a cherry-scented bomb would not be thrown through the windshield, he made his way into the interior of his airship. ,,My beauty? Are you in here?" he asked as he looked into the individual rooms of the ship before he heard her from the craft room, where she was mostly developing her weapons. Weapons that had often led them both to victory, but this time it didn't work out. it was the third time in the last week that they had been caught by the bombs. He saw her sitting on one of the tables with another broken weapon in her hands, a mistake she took to heart. ,,Ohh darling please don't I'm here come here" he whispered and his forked snake tongue wetted her cheek lightly as he pulled her into an embrace. The kiss on her cheek made her smile as she saw that the serpentine demon was a little pink in the cheeks himself. His cuteness that he mostly didn't know about always cheered her up, he would always manage somehow. His snake tail curled around her body and his slightly scaly skin felt warm when she put her fingers on it. He knew his scales soothed her and his words dug into her like the bite of a snake. He slowly put her weapon aside and cuddled her again, encouraging her. ,,Shall I fetch the eggs? A big party, my dear, maybe a party," he suggested with a smile and shortly afterwards he lifted her into his arms before the two of them went to the little ones. The family sat down together and soon instead of crying, laughter and joy could be heard as Sir Pentious stood by their side.

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Vox : Voices can get loud, programs can get loud and with the three Vees it can get very very loud. If not the models, then Val's employees or hookers suffer from this. But this stress for new eriesn, new porn shoots and new clothes became too much for every demon. And when Vox went back to his office/broadcasting station he had, as always, an overishct on everything. A look at everything and everyone, but a look at the one screen he always had closest to him. Just a second later, he showed up in her room using his skills to make the viewers go haywire. They were always surrounded by noise, so he knew how good it was to have silence. ,,Hey button we'll take care of the ratings later...what do you need mhh?" he asked taking her cell phone from the one she was using to monitor the other ratings. He used his hands to pull her towards him, moving her slightly around the room, not necessarily dancing but playfully looking for that spark. ,,Come on, tell dear Vox what it is? Something special you want me to take care of?" he offered a small spark on her body, seeing that she smiled briefly knowing she liked it, that little shock that made her heart beat faster, drove her nerves and dispelled her fear. ,,You know no one can do anything to the four of us, we're different...and hot," he reminded her, laughing with her as his mood brought her back to her proper self. She felt the loaded kiss on her lips briefly but like catching up on a television. Before they moved across the room they shared a drink and she rested her head against his shoulder as they looked across the cave knowing that if they all stayed together she would stay with Vox he would never leave her and everything would work out in the end.

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Valentino : Obscene noises, neon pink signs, and a reclamation board and TV that gave a taste of the videos and movies that would come out if you went to the brothel in the compartment that belonged to Valentino. In this particular business, one thing mattered above all else. Stamina. Stamina if it was going to be a long night with twenty guys, stamina to film it all, stamina to count the money at the end and stamina when you were in hangover. It was exhausting for the employees and for Val, but especially for the assistant. The brothel mother, designer, scriptwriter and partner of the moth demon. It all just became too much at some point, which is why it took the Overlord a moment to realize that crying wasn't what he knew. In a flash of his smoke and the flutter of his wings, he made his way to their shared room. ,,My sweet kitty, what's wrong? No inspiration shall I fetch Angel or our favorite maybe Vox?" he suggested with a grin and took a puff on his cigrette as he approached the bed. Sha, however, that this only made him more depressed and his grin diminished as he extinguished the cigarette in the smoke and came to her, his wings blocking out the bright pink light from everywhere and the two of them a little darkened. Quiet and just the two of them. ,,Too much...I know it's a bit too stimulating sometimes," he mumbled, trying to find the right words, still not the best at taking care of others in his egocentric worldview of sex and money. But for her he would give anything and he could feel how it bothered him not to see her smiling, not shining with inspiration. He held out his hand to her for permission as she slowly cuddled up to him. ,,Here just the two of us just here and no one else just us" he whispered quietly trying not to hold her too tightly but not too loosely as the wings wrapped around them both like a blanket. As they both listened to each other's heartbeats, the sweet smell of Valentino was familiar but reassuringly true. It was just that hold they b oth needed in a place where they knew there was no going back.

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[ghostboneswrites2]

Arrowhead Jr ||One Shot

New account! @ghostbones was banned! Transferring all my work here slowly!

Summary: Daryl has baby fever

This was a request on my old blog: "ever since i saw daryl holding baby judith ive dreamt about him having absolute baby fever w reader and after babysitting him pestering reader about one?"

18+ MDNI || WARNINGS: Profanity, birth, babies, mostly fluffy

        "Check this out." Daryl said excitedly, holding up a camo onesie he found. You were on a small run with a few others in search of some new clothes for little Judith, since she had outgrown most of the ones she had. 

        "This is for newborns." You told him, taking the tiny outfit out of his hands.

        "I know.." He shrugged, taking it back and setting it down. 

        "Oh, god. Don't start." You begged. "Not again."

        You had been with him since the prison, after Woodbury fell. You were one of the many refugees Rick had taken in after the town fell apart, and the archer took a liking to you from the beginning. You guessed it was partially due to your friendship with his morally-gray brother before his unfortunate passing, but it was mostly just because you were you. He loved you for it. However, recently, with the safety of Alexandria's walls, he somehow caught one of the scariest diseases; Baby Fever. Especially after the two of you spent a day watching her so Rick could work and Carl could go do normal teenager things for a change.

        "Not startin' nothin." He mumbled.

        "No, but you're doing that thing again!" You argued.

        "What?" He shrugged.

        "That! The sad face and the--"

        "That place is perfect." He explained. "The--"

        "I know, I know. The big walls and the pretty houses and the people and the--"

        "I see you with Judith. I see how you look at her, how you rub her nose to get her to fall asleep and all them lil songs ya sing when she cries."

        "So what are you saying?"

        "Just that we could." He admitted. 

        "Just 'cause we could doesn't mean we should." You sighed

        "I know that, it's just... I wanna."

        "Well that's easy to say when you don't have to carry and birth a child to get one." 

        "Forget it." He huffed.

        The rest of the trip was in silence, and not the comfortable kind you so often shared. You were both frustrated. Him, because ever since he held Judith for the first time, when he fed her that first meal she ever had and felt the rush of nurturing a crying, sweet little baby, a hole formed inside him and it grew bigger every day. He never could have seen himself as a family man before that moment, but ever since, it was a primal urge he couldn't resist. To love a woman, to father a child, to protect and provide for his own family. He had already achieved finding a woman worth his affections, which was you, of course, but he still didn't have his own family and it ate him up.

        Your frustrations were sourced elsewhere, though. For one, giving birth sounded absolutely terrifying, especially in a world lacking in hospitals, epidurals, prenatal and postpartum care. You could handle a fair amount of pain, but birth was an entirely different playing field. Not to mention the risks. You had heard what happened to Judith's mom. How could you risk that? How could he expect you to? And that was just the tip of the iceberg. What kind of world would this be for a child? What kind of life would it have? Alexandria was always too good to be true, and sooner or later something would happen, and you'd all be running for your lives again. It was only a matter of time, to you. To be pregnant would mean no more runs, no more fighting, none of the things that made you useful. You'd just be a big burden with swollen ankles.

        You didn't speak when you all arrived back home, or during dinner, or after. It wasn't until you went to take a shower, until you had already stripped down and stepped into the steamy stream of water. He had silently snuck into the bathroom, undressed, and surprised you by pulling the curtain aside and joined you. You had your back turned to him, allowing the water to rush over you and wash away your racing thoughts. He grabbed the bar of soap and lathered it in his hands until he was satisfied, then he began to wash you. You loved when he did that, it was one of your favorite affections he'd show. He always started by massaging your neck and shoulders, then your back, then your arms, and he'd turn you around and work on the front. With little explanation needed, that was his favorite part.

        "Can we at least think about it?" He finally asked, eyes and hands stationed on your bare skin as you watched his face.

        "We can think about it all we want but it doesn't change anything."

        "But this place is safe. And there's a doctor here. And-- Hell, this house alone is more than either of us could've given a kid before the world turned to shit." He argued. You sighed.

        "I just can't shake the feeling that none of this is permanent." You confessed. He stopped washing you for a moment, considering your concerns.

        "What else?" He asked.

        "What else what?"

        "The other reasons. What else?"

        "This place could fall."

        "Don't mean it will."

        "The doctor could die."

        "I'll make sure he don't."

        "There could be complications."

        "That's what the doctor's for."

        "I can't help on runs or fight or--"

        "Got plenty of people that can do that."

        You took a breath. Was he gonna have a rebuttal to each argument you made?

        "Well," you said, "pregnancy makes us crazy."

        "You're already crazy." He smirked. You rolled your eyes.

        "What about medicine? Epidural? You need and anesthesiologist for that and we don't have that which means I'll feel everything and it's gonna hurt!" You rambled. His smirk grew into an amused grin. "What?" You scoffed.

        "You're scared." He said.

        "So what if I am? I should be. You should be. I could die. The baby could die. It could die down the line when we can't protect it--"

        "Now you just insult me. I'd never let a damn thing happen to you or that kid." He snapped. You gritted your teeth together.

        "You can't control everything. What about childbirth? Women died during birth when there were teams of doctors and surgeons. What about now?"

        "You wont." He shook his head. 

        "Why would you want a baby with me anyways?" You groaned. "I don't even like kids!"

        "Now that's just lyin' to yourself, darlin'."

        "Is not!" 

        "Might've been able to convince me if you never let me see you with Lil Ass Kicker, but you're a natural."

        "Jesus. Are you gonna give our baby weird nicknames too?" You asked as the two of you switched sides in the shower so you could was him too.

        "Our baby?" He repeated. You eyes widened.

        "Hypothetically." You corrected. "Our maybe, hypothetical, improbable baby."

        "Nah, I was thinkin' Arrowhead Jr for ours."

        You couldn't help it, you laughed.

        "You're insane." You shook your head, massaging his shoulder with the suds.

        "Look," he sighed. "I'm not gettin' any younger and I want a family. I already got the girl, now I need the girl to have my babies."

        "Babies?!" You gawked. "How many do you expect me to have? I'm not a damn fetus factory I can't just spread my legs and pop them out on a fucking conveyor belt." 

        "I was thinkin' two."

        "Two." You repeated, hoping that hearing the word from someone else would wake him up, maybe make him understand how ludicrous he sounded.

        "Mhm." 

        Guess not.

        "Two!" You said again. "Two babies that you want me to grow and birth."

        "Yep."

        "Do you know what you're asking me to do?"

        "Yeah." He said, turning around to face you. "I'm askin' you to be the mother of my kids and spend the rest of your life with me."

        "Um, the rest of your life. Women live longer than men, statistically speaking."

        "Then think about it. Make the rest of my life mean somethin'."

        "Ugh." You growled. You really weren't going to win this one, no matter how hard you fought. "If you wanted kids so bad why didn't you find someone who had the same goal?"

        "Don't want no one else. Just you."

        "And a kid."

        "Two kids."

        "Let's start with one." You relented.

        He grabbed your face as soon as you spoke the words and kissed you excitedly.

        "Better start workin' on it then." He said, lifting you off the ground and pressing your back to the wall. Things only got steamier from there, and not because of the hot shower.

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        "Shit!" You whispered, staring down at the third test you'd taken. "Shit shit shit shit!"

        To say it was panic would be an understatement. It was sheer terror. You guessed you knew this was coming but you weren't ready for it yet. The only solace you found was the fact that Daryl would be home soon, and you'd get to see his face light up when you handed him not one, not two, but three positive pregnancy tests.

        He came home shortly after you wiped your tears and pulled yourself together. You were in the kitchen making him a pot of coffee, one that you'd usually share. Yet another thing you wouldn't be able to do for the next nine months.

        You heard the door open, you heard him kick his boots off and set them by the door, and you heard him greet you as he entered the kitchen.

        "Hey." He said casually as you turned to hand him a steamy mug of black coffee, just how he liked it.

        "Hey." You replied, sitting down at the table across from where he took his usual seat. He gave you a weird look when he sat down. He could read you like an open book, and there was very obviously something going on with you that day.

        "No coffee?" He asked, taking a sip of his own. You shook your head. "You okay?" You shrugged. "Talk to me." He said.

        You decided to let him see for himself as you failed to form the words. You were terrified for a lot of reasons, but most of all your pride wouldn't let you say the words, because as much as you hated to admit it, you were also happy. You were happy to make him happy, and you were excited to have someone else to love.

        You reached in your pocket and set the first test on the table. He stopped blowing on his coffee and stared at it for a moment before looking back to you. Then, you set the second one down. He pushed his eyebrows together, either out of confusion or shock, you weren't sure. Then you slapped the third test down beside the first two. He set his coffee down and stood, leaning over them to examine them. You realized he probably didn't know what a single line versus a double line meant, so you gave him a second to read the tests before he reacted.

        The second it hit him it showed. His head snapped up at you, eyes wide.

        "F'real?" He asked quietly. You nodded once and he rushed over to your side, gripping your cheeks between his hands and kissing you over and over and over. You couldn't help but chuckle as you tried to push him back.

        "Oxygen, Daryl!" You giggled. "The baby needs to breathe!"

        "C'mon. We gotta go tell Carol. And Rick. And Glenn. And Maggie." He rambled on and on, adding names as they popped in his head while he pulled you to your feet and ushered you to the door.

        "Daryl!" You protested. "Wait I need shoes!"

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        You could barely hear Carol as she coached you through pushing with each contraction. The pain was insane and Daryl's hand was probably broken after you had been squeezing it so hard. Denise, the new doctor after Rick may or may not have killed the last one, was also talking you through, sending encouraging words as the baby's head made an entrance.

        "Okay. Breathe. Breathe. One more big push." Carol cooed to your right as Daryl encouraged you from the left.

        "C'mon, (Y/N), you're kickin' ass." He said. Admittedly he spent most of the time it took you to get to this point silent, shock written all over his face. He had no idea how to help you through this, he realized, but he fed off Carol's energy and began to give small words of encouragement when he heard Denise say she could see the baby's head.

        When the next contraction hit, you screamed in agony, pushing with all your might, just like Carol told you. 

        "It's just like doing a sit up."

        You could feel when the baby was out, but you were so exhausted your head just fell back on the pillow as you caught your breath. It wasn't until you heard the baby cry that you looked down at Denise to see her wiping the baby clean and wrapping it in a blanket. She walked over and set the baby down on your chest. "Skin to skin contact is important." She told you, before looking over to Daryl. "For you too, if you want to take your shirt off."

        Daryl was too stunned, just watching in awe as you stared down at your crying newborn baby with admiration. It took him a minute, and a little nudge from Carol who had walked over to his side, before he snapped out of it and leaned in close to you. He got a good look at the baby before he asked, "Boy or girl?"

        "Boy." Denise smiled. She was ecstatic, having successfully aided in the birth of your child.

        "We have a son." Daryl laughed, although it was more of a happy cry. He wiped a tear from his eye as he stood up and removed his shirt, holding his arms out in hopes you'd let him hold his boy.

        "Yeah, we do." You grinned, giving your baby a kiss on the head before you passed him over to his father.  Daryl was breathless as he scooped the infant into his arms, bouncing him and whispering sweet nothings.

        "Hey, little Arrowhead." He laughed. He had called him that for the entire pregnancy.

        "I was thinking about naming him (name of your choice). What do you think?" You asked.

        He nodded and kissed little (baby name). 

        "Hey, (baby name). I'm your daddy."

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[mooshywrites]

If requests are still open: may we have hcs about how the bg3 boys react to bard!Tav serenading them? I just think it would be so cute

A/N ~ I love this idea so much, I just know it deserves frantic bard writing ;-;

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~ Astarion ~

Astarion thought bards were utterly useless until he met you. He had never put that much stock into music either. But the day you sat in front of the campfire with him, plucking your lute to all of the songs you knew, his heart melted.

As the soft melody of your voice filled the air, Astarion found himself captivated by the enchanting sound. His skeptical gaze softened, replaced by a glimmer of curiosity and wonder. The flickering flames of the campfire danced to the rhythm of your fingertips, casting mystical shadows upon the surrounding trees.

Lost in the embrace of your music, Astarion closed his eyes and let himself drive sea. Your voice, like silk, wove together tales of love and heroism. With each note that danced upon the night breeze, he felt a newfound appreciation for the artistry that had eluded him for so long.

Unbeknownst to you, Astarion’s icy exterior began to slowly thaw beneath the warmth of your melodic gift. The walls he had built around himself slowly crumbled, revealing vulnerabilities long buried within.

As the lullaby reached a gentle conclusion, a momentary silence settled over the campsite. Astarion opened his he’s, finding himself gazing into the depths of your own. In that instant, he saw a reflection of his own longings and desires. The connection between you, forged through the simplicity of this moment, was as delicate as a spiders web.

Without breaking eye contact, the pale elf reached for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. In that simple touch, a current passed between you, a sliver of magic that pulsed through your veins.

Wordlessly, Astarion leaned closer, his breath mingling with yours. Time slowed to a standstill as the world around you faded into insignificance. The flickering flames cast their golden glow hook. Your faces, illuminating the unspoken words hanging in the air.

And then, with a emotion in his voice that you had never heard before, Astarion whispered,

“Play for me again?”

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~ Gale ~

Gale always knew there was a magical quality to music. He saw you as a mirror image of himself, being hopelessly in love with a type of magic that would never love you back with the same intensity.

Though he’d never admit it to you, he silently hoped every evening that you would unwind by playing a song. As dusk began to fall, the sunset painting strokes of red and gold, today’s hope was no different.

You sat by the edge of your tent, your fingers absentmindedly plucking at your lyre as you tried to think of a song to sing. You caught Gale’s eye and smiled, his gaze finally giving you inspiration to play.

Your fingers began to dance effortlessly across the strings of the lyre, coaxing out a gentle melody that floated on the evening breeze. The magic of your music filled the air, intertwining with the vibrant colors of the sunset as they painted the sky. Gale watched enraptured, his eyes never leaving you.

As Gale watched on, the wizard felt a deep longing stir within him, a longing for something he couldn't quite put into words. In that moment, he realized that his admiration for you went far beyond your musical prowess.

Unable to resist any longer, Gale rose from his seat and made his way toward you. As he approached, the song you played seemed to weave its way into his very being, tugging at the strings of his heart.

You looked up as Gale drew nearer, a soft smile gracing your lips. The notes from your lyre seemed to synchronize perfectly with the rhythm of his footsteps, as if they were guiding him towards you. The music wrapped around him like a warm embrace, filling him with a sense of belonging he had never experienced before.

Finally, Gale stood before you, his eyes shimmering with a mixture of vulnerability and admiration. You hesitated your playing for just a moment before Gale’s broke out in a grin.

“Surely you weren’t singing about a special someone, were you?”

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

~ Halsin ~

Halsin was probably your favorite person to play music for as of late. When he had first joined your camp, he only sat and watched when you brought out your guitar. It seemed to you that he was lost in his own mind most of the time, not allowing himself even the smallest of happy moments.

When you finally where able to heal the deep scars of the shadow curse, Halsin’s tune changed dramatically. Suddenly he was sat by you in the camp at all times, asking about what instruments you could play, requesting certain songs, trying to sing along to your gentle melodies.

What he loved most of all, however, was challenging you. He loved to see how quickly you could create a song. How easily you could string a line of lyrics about any topic under the sun. Tonight, he had a very simple ask.

Sing something that reminds you of the beauty of nature.

You could tell by the look in his eyes, the shyness in his tone, that his question had much deeper meaning to him than just that of a pretty song. No, he wanted to connect with you on a deeper level but couldn’t think of a way to make it meaningful for you both.

Despite all of that, you decided to indulge him.

As the moon cast its gentle glow over the camp, you took a deep breath and let your fingers dance across the strings of your lute. The melody flowed effortlessly from your fingertips, each note carrying the essence of nature's beauty.

You sang of sweeping meadows bathed in sunlight, where wildflowers bloomed in a riot of colors. You spoke of ancient forests, their branches intertwined like lovers, whispering secrets to the wind. Your voice soared, echoing through the night, as you conjured images of cascading waterfalls and shimmering lakes that reflected the starry sky above.

Halsin closed his eyes, completely absorbed in the enchantment of your song. It was more than just music to him; it was a bridge connecting his wounded soul to the world around him. As you sang, his spirits lifted, his heart opening up like a flower basking in the warmth of the sun.

When your song reached its final notes, there was a moment of comfortable emptiness. Halsin opened his eyes and looked at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. The silence that followed your song was filled with the lingering echoes of your melody, as if the very air was reluctant to let go of the magic you had created.

And then, Halsin spoke. His voice was barely above a whisper, as if he feared that any sound would shatter the fragile connection between you both. “Thank you,” he said, his words carrying a weight of gratitude that touched your heart.

“For so long, I had forgotten the beauty that resides in nature. The curse had consumed me, turning everything around me into shadows and sorrow. But through you, I have found solace and hope once again.”

Tears glistened in his eyes as he continued, his voice trembling with emotion.

“Sing it again?”

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

~ Wyll ~

Wyll adored your music. It took him a few days to work up the courage, but it wasn’t long before he was asking you to sing while the two of you were dancing. His dancing lessons had started out with just him humming a simple melody, but soon, it was your voice carrying the timing of the song.

Those nights meant a lot to you, the ones where he’d sweep you into his arms, begging you to sing for him. Tonight, however, wouldn’t be one of those night. Wyll had taken a bad hit in a battle today, his injury burning every time he took a step.

He was in no shape to dance, and yet, he still found you by the stream that evening, ready to try anyways. It took a scolding and a few pleas, but he finally agreed to postponed that night’s dancing lesson, settling for hearing you play him a few songs instead.

His eyes drifted shut as you started to weave your magic tune, transporting him to a world of serenity and solace. The melody danced delicately in the air, casting a soothing spell over his weary soul. He leaned back against the moss-covered boulder, surrendering himself to the enchantment of your music.

As your fingers caressed the strings of your instrument, Wyll's mind drifted away from the pain and turmoil of battle. Images of lush meadows and cascading waterfalls began to form in his imagination, replacing the harsh reality of the war-torn realm they inhabited. He could almost feel the gentle breeze brushing against his face and hear the distant chirping of birds as they celebrated the arrival of a new day.

Lost in the ethereal sounds that resonated through the forest, Wyll's features softened, and a serene smile graced his lips. The worries and burdens that burdened him melted away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of peace. In this moment, he found solace within your music a refuge amidst chaos.

You brought him so much peace.

As the song came to an end, Wyll sighed happily, looking over to you with affection across all of his features.

“If I could only put into words as beautifully as you spin a song, I’d tell you what you meant to me.”

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[doctorwhoimagines]

Don't Mention It

The Doctor discovers that the two of you have a shared hobby

Twelve x gn!reader

Warnings: None

You realized it probably wasn't the best idea to touch The Doctor's guitar, but when you got ready for the day and entered the empty console room to find it sitting there unattended, you couldn't resist. After all, sometimes it was simply better to seek forgiveness than to ask for permission. Surely he wouldn't be too upset if he found out, and if he was, you could handle him.

After turning the amp down a bit, you sat on the steps, holding the guitar as you settled into place. Without having to think much about it, you began to play Purple Haze. You were a little out of practice, but it felt nice to strum out a tune.

Before you could move onto another song, you jumped at the sound of The Doctor's voice. "What are you doing?"

When you looked up, his piercing blue eyes and very serious brows were focused right on you. You hadn't even heard him get close.

"Playing guitar. Well, your guitar." You slipped the strap off of your body and handed the instrument to him. "Sorry."

"You never told me you could play." He'd actually been quite surprised at the fact that your playing sounded pleasant, as opposed to the nails on a chalkboard he'd heard when Clara once picked up his guitar.

"I'm sure I have. You probably weren't listening."

"I'm always listening," he said, sounding almost offended.

"You're joking, right?" You stood up from the stairs with a sigh. "Anyway...yes, I play. I just haven't had much time between travelling with you and working whenever I'm back at home. When I hear you playing, it really makes me miss it."

How The Doctor hadn't put the pieces together long ago, he didn't know. When you stopped everything and watched him play, he'd always assumed you were just impressed by his great skills. And maybe it was a little bit of that, but it seemed there had been some longing, too. You were enjoying the music and wishing you could be playing yourself.

The Doctor looked down at the guitar he still held in his hands, and you were caught off guard when he offered it back to you. "I'd better not find even a scratch on it. If I do, I'm dropping you off at home."

You knew he wouldn't do such a thing, but you still intended to respect his request, gingerly taking it from him and putting the strap back over your head.

As The Doctor turned to the console, you sat down once again and played the first thing that came to mind.

It had been a few days since your last trip with The Doctor when he finally showed up again. You weren't sure how long it had been for him—you never were—but he didn't seem any different.

He played his guitar as he pondered something you couldn't even begin to guess, filling the TARDIS with what you recognized as I Will Dare by The Replacements. An odd choice, you thought, yet that didn't stop you from listening intently.

The Doctor abruptly stopped the tune to put the instrument down, and he was gone from the console room before you could say anything. You sighed in disappointment. You quite liked that song after all.

You continued where he'd left off, humming and tapping your fingers against your thigh.

Moments later, The Doctor came back, holding a guitar case in his hand. You frowned at the sight, because even though he probably had several scattered around the TARDIS, he seemed to prefer the Yamaha that still sat in the console room.

It was even more puzzling when he gave you the case.

"Did you...buy me a guitar?"

"No, no. I didn't buy it. I don't buy things." The Doctor walked over to the console, pretending to look at something on the screen and at least attempting to be out of hugging distance. "A friend gave it to me in the 1960's, and it's been sitting around here ever since."

"1960's?" Very carefully, you placed the case on the floor, opening it to find a beautiful vintage Stratocaster. One very much like Jimi Hendrix used to play. Knowing the man who had given it to you, it was the genuine article.

Without noticing the way he'd been watching you, you closed the case back up and practically ran to The Doctor, throwing yourself at him in a hug. The impact and the way you pushed him into the console knocked some of the wind out of him. "Why does there always have to be hugging?!" He struggled to exclaim as you squeezed him tightly.

"I really can't help it right now." You kissed his cheek and gave him one more squeeze before mercifully letting him go. "Thank you, Doctor. Seriously."

"Don't mention it. Really. I only wanted to stop you playing mine so much."

"That won't be a problem. Believe me."

Returning to the case like a giddy little kid, you took the guitar out and hooked it up to the amp. You missed the small smile on his face as you began to play a song for him.

The Doctor didn't plan to tell you that he had only acquired the guitar after your previous trip.

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[multifanhoe99]

Studio Sesh

Pairing: Jiung x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Use of baby and slut and love, slight voyeurism, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, public sex kinda.

=Let me know if I missed any.=

You loved watching Jiung work in the studio. Usually, you would sit on his couch and get some of your own work done, but today you felt really distracted. Something about Jiung today had your mind wandering to other things. Finally, you got fed up you weren't going to be getting any work done today. You decided to walk over to Jiung.

"What's up baby," he asks, not looking up from the song he was working on.

"Nothing much," you say, "I just can't focus so I wanted to come sit with you for a bit." It wasn't exactly a lie. You couldn't focus, and you did want to sit with him, but it was mostly because you also wanted to try and distract him.

"Come on baby," he said, scooting back from the desk so you could sit on his lap. You sat down facing him and straddled his legs while leaning your head on his shoulder. You were comfortable like this for a while until your mind started wandering again. You decided to test the waters and shift in his lap pretending like you were just adjusting to get comfortable.

"What are you doing, baby," he asks.

"I don't know what you mean. I am just trying to get comfortable," you reply.

"Sure," he said, "Just be careful, love, Theo is supposed to come record soon. Don't start something you can't finish." You smiled to yourself, feeling a rush of excitement. Jiung went back to his work, and you slowly started rubbing your hips against his. You felt his hands instinctively move to your waist, holding you still for a moment.

"Baby, I told you to be careful," he said, his voice low and husky.

"I am being careful," you replied innocently, continuing your movements. You felt his grip tighten on your waist, his breathing becoming more shallow. You knew you had succeeded in distracting him from his work. As you turned to look at him, you saw the desire in his eyes and couldn't resist leaning in for a kiss. Your lips met in a heated kiss. You kept grinding down on his lap feeling his erection growing beneath you. Jiung broke the kiss to catch his breath.

"Baby, we can't. Theo will be here any minute," he whispers.

"Then let him watch," you replied, licking his ear.

"Oh really," he says, "My good little slut doesn't care if we get caught then?" His words sent delicious shivers down your spine.

"If that's really what you want then I have an idea," he says, giving you his famous half-smile that makes your knees weak. He was grateful that you were wearing a skirt today or his plan wouldn't work. He tapped your thigh signaling for you to get up. You stood up watching him as he pulled his sweats and boxers down just enough to free his cock. Then, he beckons you closer and as you step towards him again he reaches up your skirt to remove your panties.

"Now," he explains, "Come sit down on my cock baby and if you can stay still while Theo is recording you'll get a special reward." Excitement and arousal rushed through you at the thought. You pulled your skirt up and over your hips, climbing onto his lap. You felt Jiung's cock slide into you as you sat back down on his lap. Once you were fully seated again you let your skirt fall back into place concealing Jiung's cock buried deep inside of you. You heard the sound of the studio door opening and closing. You looked over in time to see Theo enter the room. He walked straight to the desk. You hid your face in Jiung's shoulder to conceal your blush. You could feel Jiung starting to grow harder inside you. He was so big sometimes it felt like the size of him could fill every inch of your body.

"Hey guys," Theo greets, "Ready to record?"

"Yeah man, everything is all set up when you're ready," you hear Jiung say.

"Alright cool," Theo replies, walking into the booth. It was getting so hard to stay still and even harder to stay quiet especially when Jiung was taking a page out of your book and shifting every now and then. Every time he shifted he grazed your G-spot just slightly making you whimper quietly in return.

"Theo, why don't you start off the first verse," You hear Jiung say.

"Sure thing, say when you're ready," Theo replies.

Jiung gives a thumbs up to let him know when he's ready to go and then he presses record and starts the track. You know you're getting close. Every now and then, you'd feel Jiung's cock twitch inside of you, which made you want to moan in pleasure. You tried your best not to get carried away but It was getting hard not to. You started to feel your legs quiver, and your breath shorten. Your body was ready to come any second.

"Jiung baby," you whisper into his ear.

"Yeah, baby," he asks.

"I'm close," you reply. He gives you a silent command to try and stay quiet. You start to feel yourself shake and he starts to rock his hips up into you. After a while, it was much too difficult to keep from moaning loudly. It was even getting difficult for Jiung to not fuck into you in front of his group mate.

"Hey Theo," Jiung says, interrupting his friend, "I am sorry to cut this short, but Y/N is not really feeling well so I am going to take her home. Can we pick this back up tomorrow?"

"Oh yeah, sure," Theo replies, "I thought she was looking a little feverish. Go ahead and I will see you tomorrow." Theo leaves the recording booth and then Jiung's studio. As soon as the door closed, Jiung began to move in and out of you slowly. You were a little worried that you may get caught but the sensation of Jiung filling you up with his cock was too much. You couldn't contain yourself any longer and you started to rock your hips back and forth. It was all the motivation Jiung needed and he started to thrust into you at a faster pace.

"Yes baby," he says into your ear, "I love fucking you." You moan against his shoulder. You were getting close again. You could feel your muscles start to twitch in preparation for the orgasm that was building inside you.

"I'm going to come," you whisper.

"Come for me baby," Jiung says, thrusting into you faster and harder. You cum with a long moan, and Jiung followed quickly after. You were spent. You collapse against Jiung's chest. Jiung was still inside of you. He picked you up and carried you over to the couch.

"Just sit here for a minute," he says while he cleans up so you both can leave.

"Come on, love," he says, helping you up. He helped you put your panties back on.

Then, he says, "We are gonna get you home so I can give you your surprise since you did so well for me." You couldn't wait to see what else he had planned for you.

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A/N: I have been revived!!! I hope you all enjoy this. Please send in any requests you have.

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[xxoxobree]

Late Nitez

Miles Morales x Black!Fem!Reader.

Contents: You and Miles Stay up way past your bedtime on FaceTime

WARNINGS: Like one cuss word 🤷🏽‍♀️

It had become a hilarious routine for you and Miles now; every night at 8:30 after a long day of school and homework, you would eagerly open up the FaceTime app and call each other to talk about the most ridiculous things, really, until you both fell asleep, snoring in unison. And tonight was no different.

The blue light from Miles' phone illuminated his face as he lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling and contemplating the meaning of life (or what he wanted for breakfast). He listened to your not-so-quiet breaths coming through the phone, bringing him a sense of comfort and the occasional laugh . It had been a while since you two actually spoke, and you were probably drooling on your pillow by now. But just to make sure, he decided to break the silence with a burst of obnoxious energy.

"Yo, you there?" he shouted, probably waking his parents in the process. Miles couldn't resist. You were in that awkward state between sleep and wakefulness when his voice jolted you back to consciousness, making you snort in surprise. Letting out a little groan (or was it a snore?), you sleepily responded with a soft "mhm". You yawned wide enough to swallow a small planet before speaking again, your voice still laced with drowsiness and the remnants of a dream about your favorite actor. "I'm here."

"Oh, hey love," Miles chuckled.

You let out another yawn, your eyes still closed, listening to his sweet voice. "Hey."

Miles rolled his eyes. "Is that all your sleepy ass has to say? Hey?" A smile tugged at his lips as he lifted his phone to his face, waiting for your reply. His smile grew bigger as he saw your sleeping figure, the light from the phone lighting up your perfect face.

"Miles, I'm barely awake. Are you taking screenshots?" you said groggily, using your hand to cover your face as you heard the snapping noises.

"Awe mama, come on, you look so cute," Miles responded. Another moment of silence passed before Miles switched apps, opening Instagram and posting the screenshots he just took of you two to his story, tagging you and captioning it, "I miss you."

Your phone buzzed, making you peek an eye and see that he tagged you in his story. You opened the notification and giggled. "Really, Miles? I miss you too."

Miles felt his stomach turn at your words, his breath picking up. A slight anxiety and guilt filled him. Was it wrong for him to be in love with his best friend? Miles' eyes flickered back on his screen to your face and the way the phone light highlighted all of his favorite features of your face, as if teasing him almost. He could look at you forever, even if you were asleep. Would you feel the same if he told you the truth? He thought to himself.

"Miles?" you called out to him, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah?" he answered.

"You're quiet, you mad at me?" you asked.

Miles took a deep breath, preparing himself up for the big reveal. "Mad nahh," he muttered under his breath, hoping it would go unnoticed. "But you wanna know what's up?"

"What?" you asked, awaiting his answer.

"I'm head over heels, babyyyyy!" he sang out, trying to mask his nerves with a touch of musical theatrics. You couldn't help but burst into laughter at his impromptu song.

"Seriously?"

"Yup," Miles replied, his voice cracking slightly as the effort of keeping his eyes open and staying up late just to talk to you caught up with him. "Wanna hear something else?"

"Sure, Miles," you said , your curiosity now piqued.

"I've got a major crush on you and I love you," he blurted out, finally releasing the words that had been building up inside him for weeks. The room fell silent as he anxiously awaited your response. "Miles..." he waited for your next words, his doubts starting to creep in. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything. Maybe you'd think he was a total weirdo now. But then, you said it.

"I feel the same way. I love you too."

It took every ounce of self-control for Miles not to squeal like a little girl. "Uh, cool," he managed to mutter, desperately trying to compose himself.

"Cool? That's all you're gonna say, Morales, after I just confessed my love?" you teased, unable to contain your laughter.

He joined in on the laughter. "So, uh, will you be my girlfriend, y/n?"

"Absolutely, Miles. I'd love to."

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[eddiemuonson]

I will be your fool

Summary: You are friends with Steve, who is about to perform for the very first time. You find yourself feeling jealous of him, not knowing he has a hold of you. He wrote "Fool" when he was thinking about you, though.

Note: This is based on DJO. I might have been obsessing over him and his music lately.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, unprotected sex. p in v. oral sex (f receiving) + 18 DNI

Word count: 2.6k

Sitting next to Robin at The Hideout, you both watch as Steve rehearsed for his first concert. After graduating, he decided to devote himself to a musical career.

He adopted the alter ego "STV" (Steve, but without the vowels) and formed an indie band that gained notoriety before their first official concert. He even decided to use another persona as well.

Steve was being supported by Eddie, because the metalhead was part of a band that had performed at the same venue.

He was sitting on the edge of the stage, strumming a few notes of his song "Climax".

As you and Robin sat on the chairs near the stage, you watched him intently.

"How's the sound over there?" he asked, waiting for feedback from both of you.

Robin gave him a thumbs up.

"Terrible, this is awful. It sounds like a cat being beaten" You replied, laughing as you watched him flip you the middle finger.

"Remind me to never call you to a rehearsal again, jerk" He replied.

The three of you laughed, and not long after he finished the rehearsal, he approached the two of you. Steve was sipping water from a bottle after coming down from the stage.

"So, overall?" he nervously asked. It was no surprise; it would be his first performance.

You and your friend smiled at each other; it was just what he needed.

"That's great, dingus. You're going to do great!" She squeezed her friend's shoulder, her smile wide and open.

He looked at you, waiting for your answer.

"She's right, it's gonna work out!" You smiled too. Steve let out a sigh of relief.

He rehearsed with his bandmates before setting up the stage for the big moment.

Eddie came later on to offer his friend advice and moral support. As a veteran of the place, he found it easier to deal with moments like that.

Besides Robin, your group of friends were there, including Dustin who wouldn't miss the performance of one of his best friends.

Steve had asked both of you to stand on the side of the stage, but you both decided to watch him from the crowd instead so that he could look at you both and feel less nervous.

When the band was announced, everyone applauded including the students from Hawkins High. He showed up in a white jumpsuit, Nike sneakers, a wig, a questionable mustache, and sunglasses.

The resemblance to Steve was almost imperceptible, except for the voice.

The band started the concert with "I Want Your Video". It was the first time you heard him play his music live. He wanted to leave the "first-time" experience as a surprise.

As the first two songs came to an end, more people started to arrive at the venue. The room was filled with the sound of applause, and Steve had a smile on his face. You could tell he had been looking at you and your group of friends for the entire time.

His music had a hint of psychedelia along with synth instrumentals, auto-tune, and drone chords.

You couldn't resist when your friend sang "Go For It." His voice was admired by you and many girls. But something unrecognizable bothered you. Was it jealousy?

Were you jealous of having to "share" your friend with other girls?

Robin was the only one who knew that "Fool" had a meaning for him, especially after he dedicated it to her.

Steve moved closer to the microphone as "Figure You Out" began to play.

"This is for my dear friend, Y/N. Thank you so much for helping me with this song" He crouched in front of you and handed you the guitar pick he used during the entire concert.

He stood up and grabbed another guitar pick from the mic stand. Your friends were elated and may have commented about it, but you were caught off guard.

Robin sang along to the song with her arm wrapped around your neck. At that moment, you tried to pay attention to the rest of the concert, but his words lingered in your mind.

Deep down, something between the two of you was different, but you never really realized it before. Maybe you needed to find out about it later. 

Steve's husky voice brought a unique essence to his brilliant performance, surprising the crowd with his guitar solos. He was completely ecstatic with the audience's reception.

It seemed like the concert had gone well, as the band received a standing ovation at the end, while Eddie celebrated his friend's success from the corner of the stage.

Steve had already changed his clothes and removed his wig and mustache before arriving at the bar. As soon as he got there, he was surrounded by his friends who hugged him and touched him everywhere. The amount of affection he received caused his hair to tangle.

As he approached you and Robin, he wrapped both arms around both of you and pulled you both in for a hug. It was surprising how the combination of his sweat and cologne made you feel dizzy.

Your nose was pressed against his neck, breathing in his scent.

"Holy shit, dingus! That was amazing!" She celebrated as soon as she let go of her friend's arms.

"Steve, you definitely killed it!" Your voice was a little slurred. Clearing your throat, you disguised so he wouldn't notice.

The boy was smiling too much, he was happy and proud of himself.

Before letting him respond, you narrowed your eyes and sipped your drink. "What's that about me helping you with your music?"

He widened his eyes, taken aback, and looked at his friend in confusion. She shrugged and muttered, "I'll leave you two alone."

He cleared his throat, fixed his hair, and then looked at you.

"I'll tell you later. There's a lot of noise here, a lot of people. I prefer a quieter place," he explained, turning to ask the bartender for a beer.

Steve looked at you again, smiling, and you nodded.

After he was greeted by your group of friends, no one else welcomed him besides a blonde girl who seemed to be overly intrigued. She examined him from top to bottom and even went as far as kissing him on the cheek.

You kept your eyes on her as she whispered something in his ear.

He could talk to anyone, but why did it affect you? No clear explanation.

The two of them talked for about a minute, then she gave him a subtle smile and left.

Steve turned around and downed the beer, causing you to raise your eyebrow. You waited for your friend to explain, but all he did was laugh and lower his head. "What is it, Harrington?"

He looked provocative as he said, "You can't hide it, can you?" The boy left his beer on the bar counter and approached you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Hide what, Steve?” You held your own breath as you saw him get closer.

He leaned in close to your ear and whispered, "You feel jealous when someone gets close."

You tried to steady yourself on the stool, feeling your legs wobble. "Me, jealous of you, Steve? We're friends," you said.

It was clear that Steve had a hold on you, as you felt repulsed by any girl who came too close. Despite your efforts to resist, he laughed in your ear, causing the hairs on your body to stand on end. You couldn't help but feel weak for him.

As he placed his large hand on your face, you could feel the roughness of his calloused fingers, a result of his guitar playing.

The sensation heightened your senses, and your body was filled with restlessness. "We are friends, but why do our bodies seem to crave each other's touch?" He traced his lips down your cheek until he reached your mouth.

It didn't take long for you to respond and he kissed you passionately.

His tongue hits yours with pressure and need, pulling your body closer, like a magnet. Your hands wrapped around his neck and Steve pulled you by the waist with his other hand.

The background music and the noise of people talking seemed to fade away, and time appeared to stand still at that moment.

The way he held you showed his desperation for you, but the kiss remained gentle and calm. He held your lip between his teeth, causing a muffled moan to escape from your mouth.

You abandoned your friends back at the venue and arrived at Steve's house. The idea to go there was yours, not his. Steve insisted that he wouldn't do anything without your consent, which triggered a strong reaction inside you.

As soon as you got inside his bedroom, he pushed you towards his mattress and watched as you fell with bliss in your eyes. He laid on top of you, spreading kisses all over your neck, both of his hands wandering through your exposed skin.

His rough fingers were pressing against your thighs as he rode up the hem of your dress a little.

“God, I’ve been expecting this for so long” He grumbled against your chest. You were quickly panting as you could barely control your breathing.

Steve quickly spread both of your legs, pulling a sigh from your throat. He used both hands to remove the piece of lace panties that matched the color of your dress: black. The boy kissed your breasts covered in fabric and your stomach. 

When he got close to your cunt, he looked at you with lust. Your eyes glistened as you looked at him. You lay down, and he pulled you to the edge of the bed, still looking at you.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this” He whispered. Steve couldn't handle his own lust, but he would like to give you something he had wanted for a long time.

He gently moved your legs apart and slowly dipped his mouth into your clit, sucking lightly on your button, eliciting a grunt from your mouth. “Steve” You almost sobbed. 

The boy used the tip of his tongue through your slit, keeping his pace as he reached your hole. He licked you greedily, savoring your taste, murmuring in pleasure. It had barely started and it was already making you dizzy with so much pleasure. 

Your breathing was uneven and your legs were already weak. Steve rested one of his hands on your thigh, digging his nails into the skin, leaving marks on it. He used another hand and pressed his thumb on your clit, feeling as you arched your back.

He kept the movements light and slow, taking advantage of every inch of your skin, leaving long licks on your cunt. When you felt him insert the tip of his tongue inside you, you groaned loudly, gripping his hair.

He was going crazy as you mumbled disjointed words and rolled your hips into his face. Steve was loving it.

His finger circled against your clit, while his tongue thrust in and out of you, making you whimper. You were about to hit your orgasm if he didn't stop. Pulling the strands of his hair, you rocked your hips against him hard, and Steve got the message.

He removed himself from you, placing a light kiss on your most sensitive spot, looking back at you. His face was glistening from your juices, his lips were red and swollen, and his eyes were flickering with pleasure. 

He leaned forward for a more intense kiss, swirling his tongue against yours, teeth clashing with yours. With one hand, he pulled the strap of your dress down, watching your breasts bounce out. Still kissing you, he cupped one of your tits with his hand and rubbed your nipple. 

The kiss started to get sloppy as soon as you started moaning against his mouth and Steve undressed quickly, getting rid of his boxers soon after. He really wanted to fuck you, but you took his cock with your delicate hand, pumping him with lust.

The tip of his cock was already red and swollen, practically leaking with precum. You spread it all over his length, until you reached the base. Steve grunted into the kiss and you smirked against his mouth. It felt good to be the one in control. 

But he couldn't take it anymore so he broke the contact, leaving you on all fours for him. You looked over your shoulder to glance at him and you felt a knot in your stomach. This had become a moment of lubrication you both wanted to enjoy. 

He arranged himself behind you, resting one hand on his cock, while the other rested on your ass. Steve slid his shaft in a slow, painful motion across your clit before burying his length inside you. 

You both hissed when you felt each other. He was thick, and you were too tight. The sensation sent Steve into a frenzy as he thrust further in and hit your cervix. “Holy shit, you’re so tight. And so wet” He murmured. 

You felt his balls hit your ass and you rolled against his dick, watching him twitch with excitement. You rolled your eyes at the sight. 

As soon as he settled inside you, Steve began to thrust hard and fast, gripping the bands of your ass with his calloused hands. The air in the room was thin, stuffy, and your moans were echoing in sync. 

“Yes, Steve” You whimpered, feeling the tip of his cock hit against your most sensitive spot.

He murmured disjointed words while resting his body on your back. He kept his chin resting on your shoulder as you felt his breath hit your ear.

Yes, it was the most exciting thing you had ever felt in your entire life.

“You’re all wet for me, aren’t you?” He whispered and you couldn't reason out a response. “God, your pussy is taking me so well.”

You didn’t have time to rest your elbows on the mattress as Steve used two fingers to rub your clit.

In an involuntary movement, you rolled faster against him, trying to feel his entire length inside you. Your head was down, also resting on the mattress. You could barely breathe.

“Fuck-” He growled into your ear and your stomach sinked. The more his dick pounded inside you, the more your skin burned with desire for him.

His fingers’ moves became faster, your body responded too well to his touch. A shiver ran through your body, before the orgasm hit you. Your fingers curled, your pussy clenched tightly around his cock, and your breath hitched. 

He pounded against your cervix until you came for him and moaned his name.

Soon after, he collapsed on top of you, reaching his own orgasm, cumming inside you. His warm liquid enveloped your hole completely, as you felt his cock pulse inside you in a moment of pure ecstasy.

After you both cleaned up, he lay down next to you, wearing comfortable sweatpants. It was the first time you were staring at his naked body like that, and the countless moles spread across his skin were irresistible.

As Steve leaned against the headboard of the bed, he gazed at you with tenderness, softly stroking your face.

"I mentioned that song earlier because, at different times, you've helped me figure out who I really am," he explained.

You repeated his gesture and rested a hand on his chest. "Steve Harrington, you are wonderful."

He smiled at the compliment, pulling your body closer to his. “I will be your fool” He hummed, watching you look at him curiously.

“Steve…” You started to speak and he kissed the top of your head. "You don't…"

He shrugged, not caring if you knew you inspired his song.

“You never stop looking at me anyway” Steve continued, ignoring your surprised face. He pulled you into another kiss, this time it was more tender.

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Title: What We Did In The Dark {1}****

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Warning: Language, 18+ Mature Content, NSFW, SMUT, No Glove Lovin’, Oral: Male & Female Receiving, DO NOT READ @ WORK/SCHOOL

Words: 6.7k

Summary: Neither of you planned any of it. You’d met by chance, and everything that happened after had to have been predestined. There was no way blazing passion like what was between you was something coincidental.

Note: I suspect this is going to be anywhere from 3-6 parts. Heck, it could be more depending on how it plays out during these writing sessions. Also, I had to add some pics so y'all could just see it and envision it. Breathtaking! Anyhoo, I hope you guys enjoy this.

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-Lewis-

"Wow!"

"What?"

He heard the question, but he was too entranced by the woman across the beach who was currently dancing around a raging bonfire that was surrounded by dozens of onlookers who were more than likely as entranced as he was. He followed your every move. When your arms raised to the sky, his eyes followed. When your head dropped back to gaze at the darkened sky, his eyes roamed to your face but thanks to the smoke from the fire he couldn't make out your features. When your hips circled then bounced like you'd spent your entire life in the motherland amongst the tribe tapping into every bit of your natural born sensuality, his jaw dropped.

"Fuck!”

He couldn't tell if you knew you were being watched or not because you looked so caught up with dancing and that blew his mind. You blew his mind. He couldn't put his finger on why, so he watched more. Before he knew it, he'd stalked closer and was just behind the expanding crowd. A woman approached you then joined you dancing, your movement syncing as if you'd practiced them but with the variations between your movements, he doubted you had. His eyes remained on you and as the words of the song faded and went to sporadic words…

"Go, Go gyal."

Once it finally reached just base beats, there was no way he could look away.

You dropped to the sand, then moved better than a desert sand snake. You commanded attention and demanded worship for the gift of you. You flung the handful of sand in the air and as it fell back to the earth it dusted across your skin sticking to the lite sheen already spread across you. God, you were beautiful. You were every goddess that had ever existed. Cleopatra, Bastet, Mami Wata, Yemoja, Menhit, you could have been all, shapeshifting with every move.

Suddenly, you looked out into the large crowd for the first time and locked eyes with him. Just like that, he felt like he'd taken a punch to the gut but there was no pain just breathlessness. You smirked and continued dancing all the while keeping your eyes on his. He felt like he was being summoned to you, unable to resist the call like a land siren. He almost found himself stepping forward, but he resisted and walked around the circle of bodies that surrounded him.

Every few steps, he passed behind a body which restricted his view but when he moved again your eyes were there again. Even if it was a sliver of space or a whole gap, your eyes found his and his yours. As the song drew to a close he finally noticed the 6 other women with you who all crept closer until your backs were pressed together in a circle.

You were now panting, your chest and torso rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern that the crowd took as an opportunity to join in and clap to. You dipped down like you were doing the limbo until each of you laid on the sand in a slight curve, knees bent, back and arms spread like you were offering yourself to the universe. That was when the song ended, and cheers erupted all around.

"Holy Shit," he muttered.

As everyone around him lost their shit in cheers, applause, and chants for another, you hugged the women with you and hid your face from the crowd as if you were suddenly embarrassed for the pure power you exhibited and the attention you demanded. A few people approached you no doubt trying to shoot their shot and while you looked to be flourishing under the attention, you also looked the complete opposite. He couldn't understand it one bit.

You made a move to walk off, but before you did your eyes found him in the crowd. For several seconds, you didn't move. There was something in the way you looked at him that made his skin prickle and tingle, something about the way your eyes held his that made his heart speed up and his throat tighten, something unexplainable, something foreign to him, something unnerving.

A small smirk spread across your lips, but it wasn't a cocky one, it was a smirk you gave someone to let them know that you knew something they didn't or you knew something they did but hadn't realized yet. This air of mystery surrounded you and he couldn't look away. He wanted to unravel every complex layer he knew you possessed until you were bare before him; until he saw every little bit of you. The stirring in him didn’t cease and even went so far as to invade his thoughts. He thought about letting you see him just as bare as he wanted to see you.

A hand on your shoulder drew your attention from him and it was like a spell being broken. He felt more like himself as the haze in his head broke apart. The longer you looked away the clearer he felt.

"What was that? What happened to you? One minute you're there, the next gone," Miles asked seemingly coming from nowhere.

Shaking his head, he breathed out, "I don't know man--the weirdest shit just happened, and I don’t know whether I'm going or coming now."

"Okay, all right, maybe--a drink or two? I know you don't like to usually but technically it's off-season."

Sighing, he rubbed the back of his neck. A drink sounded fucking amazing right now, God knew he felt tightly wound.

"Fuck it. Yeah."

"All right, my man!”

The next few hours passed with drink after drink in his hand and him and his boys partying like it was old times. It felt great to let loose without worrying about anything and while he was mostly there he had to admit he still could make out the color of your eyes when he closed his.

When everyone else had gone their own ways, Miles with a beauty who had legs for days, Andrew with a girl whose eyes rivaled the ocean, and Daniel with someone who remixed big booty Judy, he was alone at a secluded part of the beach watching the bioluminescent water lap at the shore. The beautiful azure glow really did the trick to make him feel like he was nothing but a tiny speck in a universe with so much that was unexplained.

He dropped back onto the sand and gazed into the swirl of purple and blue lights that decorated the sky and sighed. He really needed this break. Long minutes passed with him lost in the stars that seemed to glow brighter the longer he stared at them. Suddenly, he felt a slightly sharp pain in his side then came a scream.

"What the fuck!”

He'd said it but another voice echoed the same thing back at the same time. Darting up, he looked at the body that was face down in the sand. The bioluminescent water washed over them bathing their skin in the same blue hue. When they sat up and turned he looked into the same eyes of the woman from earlier.

No way, he began to think just as you spoke.

"No way."

A slow smile spread across his lips hearing his thoughts from your lips.

"I can't believe I actually fell for you," you added.

Seconds later the two of you busted out laughing. In the history of meet cutes, he guessed this was probably the best one yet.

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-Y/N-

How embarrassing you said to yourself as your laughter died down. You had no idea why you’d said that. It was the first thing that came to mind and in true you form, you’d said it. His hand touched yours pulling you upright and the sharpest zing of electricity coursed through your arm making dead impact right in your heart.

In a split second, you felt as if you'd run the New York Marathon at full speed with no hydration stops. Your palms were clammy and hot, and your armpits were unusually sticky. The effect was sudden but so powerful that you yanked your hand from his hoping it would stop. Surprisingly, he did the same.

You both sat there staring at the other with pure confusion etched on your features.

Glancing at your hand, you wondered what the hell that was. Never in your many years of living had you experienced that. You'd heard stories about sparks flying upon first meeting or touching, but you had always chalked it up to lies and exaggeration. Was it though?

"Are you hurt?"

"Uh--um...no. Well yes, my pride is definitely hurt. Other than that I'm ok.

"Blame it on me. I was inconsiderately lying in the middle of the beach in pitch black night."

You knew what he was trying to do, and you appreciated it. "You're right. It is your fault."

Again the two of you laughed together. You continued dusting off the wet glowing sand on your body but most of it wouldn't budge.

"Looks like I am meant to be a blue strobe light for the rest of the night."

"It looks good on you. Makes you look as magical as you are."

You glanced at him, meeting his eyes. For a few seconds, he held your gaze then cringed.

"Oh god, I said that out loud didn't I?"

"Oh yes, you did."

He rubbed the back of his neck and stared out at the glowing blue shore. The expression on his face was a pained one. Amusement filled you then. He was embarrassed.

"So you think I'm magical huh."

"Oh god. How embarrassing. I didn't mean to say that out loud. Sorry."

"Don't be. Girls like compliments, they are an easy method to drop inhibitions."

He snorted then. "So your inhibitions are dropped now?"

You looked further past the shore to the inky blackness of the ocean. The only light on it was from the glittering moon.

"I think I'll need several more compliments before that happens."

Peeping to him, you saw a wide smile on his face. He was even more handsome than his pictures.

"I'm Lewis," he said holding out his hand to you.

"Y/N."

You shook hands and again that same electric current rushed through you. This one zinged south making you clench your thighs together. Stifling a small moan, it came out as a low hum as you looked from him back to the water.

The two of you sat quietly for several minutes. You didn't know what to say. Now you were conscious of the fact that he was practically this hot stranger whom you had just face-planted in front of. He may have been embarrassed about his comment, but you were mortified for that to be your first meeting. Taking a peek at him, you noted his brows were drawn together as if he were thinking deeply about something. Every few seconds his eyes rolled then he squinted only to do it again. You wanted to know what he was thinking but didn't want to pry.

The tide came in again and with it a bottle. Recollection hit you and in the same instant, you reached for the bottle. Once it was in hand, you held it up like a trophy.

"Ha. What's mine will always find its way to me."

You uncorked the bottle of dark rum that you had been carrying before you tripped, then brought it to your lips. After taking two dainty gulps you sucked in a breath to cool your tastebuds. That was when you felt his eyes on you. Sure enough, when you looked his eyes were glued to your mouth which had your outstretched tongue lolling from it.

"Sorry. I should have offered first."

You raised the bottle to him and watched as he looked at it with doubt, then back to you then finally your mouth.

"I swear I brush my teeth 3 times a day, have never had any venereal diseases including mono and herps and I am 1,000% clean. This temple has not received visitors in 11 months at least, it’s probably closer to almost 2 years but neither here nor there, still a really long time," you blurted out.

As soon as the words left your lips you regretted them and when you saw his brows raise in surprised interest, you wanted to burrow like a crab. Doing your best, you tried to shrink but physics didn’t work that way so you turned and began raising the bottle back to your head but before it met your lips, Lewis had pulled it from your grasp and brought it to his and you watched him take not one or two but 3 gulps of the dark rum.

He wasn’t looking at you, he was staring out to the water again making it impossible to read his eyes. Naturally, you wondered why he had changed up so quickly. Truth be told, if some stranger offered me a drink from a bottle they just put their mouth on, you would have flat-out refused. Why hadn’t he?

When he looked back at you, what you thought you saw in his eyes made your mouth run dry. Was that attraction? Desire?

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4 hours later the rum was done and the two of you were lying on the beach in the same spot staring up at the breathtaking canvas mother nature created. As the waves gently crashed against your ankles the vibe between you was one of relaxation. Every so often the waves rushed past your ankles and wrapped around your bodies gently tugging you to the water. Neither of you cared.

Over the last 4 hours, you’d talked about everything you could possibly think of. You told him how you came to travel the world and become an influencer from it. You then watched him laugh when you confessed it was pure happenstance. Next, he proceeded to search some of your videos to prove you wrong then laid it on pretty thick when he praised how you grew a travel hobby into a job and then a career that had millions of followers and now had you collaborating with multiple travel and tourism offices around the world to show their country to the world while being paid for it.

When you revealed some of the pretty cool ventures coming up for you including the opportunity to curate your own line of bikini and vacation wear he genuinely looked impressed. The hype up from him was better than any hype man. It felt good to be talked about this like. It could have been something you easily got used to, but only if it came from him. Thanks to his shouting your name into the darkness praising what a badass you were you were sure everyone within a 7-mile radius knew your name.

It was so easy to talk to him, so easy to tell him everything you’d kept to yourself over the last few weeks that you found yourself doing just that.

"You’re too amazing to be single for almost 2 years," he blurted out.

You snorted. "I am not amazing. You only think that because you don't know me, and you have had the strongest dark rum in Mauritius which I hear is no fucking joke."

He smiled then and your belly flipped. He truly was gorgeous.

"Naw, that’s not it. We’ve lied here for almost 4 hours and talked and talked, I think I know you."

You rolled onto your side propping your head up with your hand. His eyes roamed over your body for a split second before returning to your eyes.

"Tell me what you think you know then."

Lewis studied you in silence for several moments before he too rolled to his side and mirrored your positioning.

"You're a loving and kind daughter, a giving and supportive sister, an honest, reliable, and loyal friend, a fun and fair aunt who always sneaks in ice cream, cake, and candy, and a passionate, thoughtful, alluring, compassionate, dedicated and sincere girlfriend. You are always there for those you love giving and giving even when you have nothing left to give. You offer comfort, warmth, and light to those you are around. You laugh with everything you have; you tell it like it is, you keep people at a distance until you are comfortable with them then show them all the wonderful sides of yourself which they easily get addicted to."

Your smile had now faded as you listened to him describe you to a T.

"You're--," Lewis began again this time his voice lower and much deeper than before. "You're--beautiful, like really, really beautiful, and effortlessly sexy. Like, I’ve seen women force it either by how they dress or behave or even talk. You haven’t done any of that and still, I find you sexy. You’re--."

Lewis paused and he looked like he was debating his next words and even if you wanted to change the subject you couldn’t. There was something about hearing his words on how he saw you that made you want to hear more.

Lewis released a harsh breath and the scent of the rum brushed against your face. "You're a captivating and tempting mindfuck."

Your eyes bugged then you snorted. Dropping onto your back, again you laughed loudly for several long moments.

"Wow. A mindfuck."

“A mindfuck,” Lewis repeated lowly.

You had no idea what to make of that, no idea what he meant by it, and you were so tempted to press further for him to clarify but you had to stop yourself because he could either say the right thing and you’d pounce him or he’d completely fuck it up and ruin the entire vibe. Deciding to let it go, you darted back up then stood. "I think there is no better time for a swim."

You began undoing your romper and instantly Lewis' eyes dropped to your hands. He watched as you undid the buttons never taking his eyes off of you. Only when the buttons were completely undone did he look away.

"Ehm. I’m sorry."

You scoffed. "No worries. Apparently, I’ve fucked your mind.”

His eyes met yours.

“You can’t be held accountable for your actions...or inactions."

Lewis’ brow flicked upward, and you suspected he’d grasped your meaning. You peeled off the romper revealing your bathing suit underneath. Once you’d kicked yourself free from the material, you turned and walked to the ocean. "Feel free to come with, there is nothing quite like swimming with bioluminescent algae."

Jumping into an incoming wave, you giggled and allowed the tide to pull you back out to sea. The waters were far from rough, and you were glad for it, nothing would suck more than getting pulled under and embarrassing yourself further. As you played in the water it glowed intensely. You knew the more the algae was bothered the brighter it would glow.

“What’re you doing?”

“Watch.”

You went berserk in the water sending water everywhere and probably attracting a shark in the process, but you knew the risk would produce a breathtaking result. Then you stood perfectly still as the algae did the rest of the work. Sure enough, the immediate area around your body glowed almost unrealistically. Smiling you looked up and found Lewis right at the shore. He was now shirtless with the water reaching to just above his knee. His jaw was slightly ajar, and his eyes glued to you.

His lips moved but you didn’t hear the words that came, instead, you smiled wider, then spun around.

“I know, I’m magical.”

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-Lewis-

“Oh fuck!”

He thought it, then said it, and holy shit he felt it. This had to be the effects of the dark rum. He’d never had such a strong reaction to a woman before. He’d never recklessly lose himself in someone. His body inched forward bringing him deeper into the water, closer to you, and further under your spell. If you looked hypnotizing before with the blue hue coating your skin you looked spellbinding surrounded by it. The algae glowed so powerfully that it looked like it was you who was glowing.

Fuck you were beautiful, and his body reacted to it like he was a teenage boy rather than a grown ass man. Once he was in front of you he reached for you, clasping your hands in his. Suddenly, you sucked in a breath, and he wondered if you too felt like you’d stuck your finger into an electrical socket. He watched you sink your top teeth into your bottom lip, and it was then he made up his mind to taste those lips before the sun came up. He had to at this point.

He then felt your feet on his torso pushing him back before you giggled and swam away.

“Not it!”

He scoffed then swam after you. Every time he got close you evaded his touch even going as far as to dip under the water. Thanks to the algae he could perfectly make you out and you looked to be having the time of your life. When he caught your ankle he pulled you back trapping you in his arms before you escaped. The process went back and forth. When he caught you, it was your turn to get him and after several rounds, he found himself more relaxed than he’d been in a long time.

After filling your lungs with air, the two of you floated under the surface staring at each other. You had a smirk on your lips that was just like the one you’d worn when you danced at the bonfire. You turned away from him then swam off and in an instant he was swimming beside you.

As you pointed out something to him on the ocean floor, he clocked a school of fish headed right for you. Reaching for you, he pulled you into him keeping your face hidden on his chest. As the fish of at least 50 swam around you brushing against the two of you in the process, he kept you close, protecting you. You looked up at him holding him captive with nothing but your stare.

What fucking Disney storybook did he get trapped in for this to be a real moment right now, he wondered. The draw to you was so powerful he could tell you felt it too. You pointed to the surface, and he nodded his agreement before flitting upward. He was the first to emerge but seconds later you followed and as you did your eyes were open and hooded.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

You both spoke at the same time then a nervous laugh escaped you both but neither of you took your eyes off of the other. When the laughter died down, the silence stretched until he brought his hand to your cheek. Slowly, he slid his thumb across your cheekbone then lower to your bottom lip.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for hours. Hell, I think I’ve wanted it since I first saw you between the flames of that bonfire. Can I?”

Your nod was slow, as if you were deciding as you gave him the okay. He waited a few moments for you to change your mind then closed the space between you pulling you against his body. You gasped softly and that one simple thing set him off. When his lips pressed to yours, the same electric sensation washed over him and every intention to go slow went right out the metaphorical window.

“Mmm.”

He felt your legs wrap around his waist and it was an absolute fucking wrap. In nothing but one second, the kiss went from an introduction between you to something much more sensual, something much more familiar. He moaned from the intense rush of chills through his system from the sensation of your nails raking across his back. It was then he nearly pulled your bathing suit bottoms to the side and found out just how much of him you could take. Instead, he kissed you more intently swirling his tongue with yours while his hands slowly roamed down to cup your ass.

“Mmm,” you groaned as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

At that moment, the kiss became frenzied. You both were trying to take everything from this simple act. Trailing kisses from your lips down your jaw and to your neck he licked, nibbled, and sucked your skin. With each action, you moaned louder. When you rolled your head back to give him more access he pressed you more firmly against himself increasing the electric current between you.

“Fuck,” you croaked.

It was then he knew you had to feel it too. When his eyes met yours he saw the truth in your eyes. You felt everything he was feeling. Biting your bottom lip, you drew his attention there and before he could react you crashed your lips back to his. As you kissed him, he allowed you to take control and when you did, dear God was he close to just cumming right then.

Turning, he made his way back to the shore never breaking the kiss or the contact your bodies had. Your hand slipped between your bodies and then cupped his already rock-hard need. That was it. All thought or thinking power evaporated and he lowered you to the sand. When he felt water lap at your back it barely registered that he hadn’t made it completely to shore. When he began to rise again, you stopped him.

“No. Now!

He recognized the same desperation for a release as he currently felt. You lowered your hand to the elastic waist of his shorts and tugged them emphasizing what you meant.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded without missing a beat. He crushed you with another searing kiss as you spread your thighs so he could hover over you. All around you, the bioluminescent algae lit up framing you with glowing sapphire bulbs. As he kissed you, he loosened the tie of your bathing suit top, then pulled back to watch it fall away.

“Shit, you’re perfect,” he said before he grasped them.

Rolling the bud of your nipple between his thumb and forefinger he devoured your neck. You moaned his name as you writhed underneath him. When his lips finally wrapped around your nipple, you shrieked into the night then hugged his head to your breast. The slight saltiness of your skin played well with what he swore was vanilla and brown sugar. You tasted amazing.

“Uuugh, Lewis!”

He moaned his response and trailed his lips down the center of your body. He wanted to be inside of you but he wanted to taste you even more. When he reached your pelvis, he pulled the string that was the only thing keeping your core from him. As another wave came in and washed over your body it pushed the fabric from your pubis giving him the first sight of you. He couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath, you were beyond beautiful. Dropping a kiss to your pelvis, he trailed them right between your thighs.

The first taste of you nearly pushed him right over the edge and from that first taste, it was like he was a parched man who hadn’t had a drop of water in days. Only you tasted better than water, better than candy, better than anything he’d had in a long time. When he sucked your clit into his mouth, you gasped, clamped your thighs around his head, and arched off the sand. Bringing his hands under your ass, he held you in the air and sucked your flesh more intently.

“Aah!”

After a few moments, your thighs relaxed giving him more freedom and he used it to flick his tongue against your clit. That move brought your hands to his head and soon you were bucking against his mouth, using him as you saw fit while you chased your pleasure. Your eyes locked as you did it and it was at this moment he knew once would never be enough. He’d wanted you bare before him earlier and now he wanted much, much more. He wanted you crippled with pleasure underneath and on top of him. He vowed to make it so.

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-Y/N-

“You were born to eat this pussy!”

You knew if he kept this up you were going to cum and you doubted once would be enough. He must have heard your thoughts because he held your core more firmly against his mouth and swirled his tongue around your clit in the most toe-curling way that your body shook.

“Fuuuck!”

He moaned against you then pulled back just a little and that was when you felt him slide his tongue inside of you.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

Again Lewis moaned and quickly delved his tongue in and out of you as his thumb flicked your clit. Your eyes rolled backward and that was when you lost control of your body and came right on his mouth

“Aaaah!”

To your surprise, you watched as your juices squirted wetting his mustache and beard. That only made him suck your clit harder and that in turn made you cum again.

“Fuck, Lewis! Fuck me!”

Decorum? You didn’t know her. Denial? Y’all were currently separated through irreconcilable differences. All that you wanted was to feel him inside of you. Lewis lowered you then licked his lips, sucking the bottom one into his mouth and you couldn’t wait any longer. Never had you ever wanted someone this badly. Never had you reacted to someone as powerful as this.

Lewis stood then peeled off his shorts and took your breath away. You gaped at the sight of him standing fully naked before you. Holy shit, you thought as your eyes took in every toned muscle. When your eyes dropped to the intimidating mass poking straight out you gulped. He was easily bigger than any you’d ever encountered before. Doubt filled you for a second, but it was quickly quashed by the sheer power of your desire.

Springing up, you braced on your knees then gripped then stroked him. Lewis groaned as he watched you. Your hand barely fit around him, and that fact had your brain staggering to fully comprehend just what you’d gotten yourself into. You didn’t lament too long, instead, you wrapped your mouth around him sliding lower bit by bit. When you felt him just at the back of your mouth right at your tonsils you moaned and then took a breath before continuing.

Lewis’ wide eyes said he hadn’t expected it and the feel of your throat had him dropping his head backward.

“Uuugh, fuck, Y/N.”

Hearing your name come out of his mouth because of the pleasure you were giving him filled you with confidence and that was when you picked up your speed. As you pulled back you swirled your tongue around his length then plunged him deeper into your mouth. When he was at the back of your throat, Lewis wrapped his hand behind your head and held you there.

“Aaaaah!”

It took everything in you to suppress your gag but you held on as long as you could. When a tiny one escaped you, Lewis released you pulling himself free from your mouth. A long thick line of saliva stretched between you as your eyes locked.

“You look good with this cock down your throat.”

“Mmm.”

That was all you needed to hear to put him right back in. This time you didn’t go slow, you didn’t tease him, or take your time, you bobbed on him with dedication daring him to not cum. With every delve into your mouth, Lewis groaned, and with every groan you moaned on him.

“Fuck, magical just as I thought.”

You took him deep then shook your head. As soon as you did it, Lewis pulled back, then hovered over you as you lay back. Once he was kneeling between your legs, he rubbed himself against your wetness nudging your clit with every swipe upward.

“Mm, fuck me, Lewis.”

You gripped your breasts and spread wide for him. When you felt him push forward your jaw dropped from the stretch. Slowly he filled you, sinking deeper and deeper into your heat while you gasped like a fish out of water. Both of you stared between your thighs watching as he sunk deeper and deeper. Before he’d made it all the way your hand rested at his hip. With that, Lewis pulled back and then plunged back in.

“Aaaaah! How are you so fucking tight!?”

He gripped your hips, changing the angle then pressed forward more.

“Can you take it all like a good girl?”

Either that or you’ll die trying, you thought to yourself before you nodded to him. Lewis continued sinking into your depths until he’d bottomed out. Both of you exclaimed at the same time as intense pleasure washed over you.

“Oh my god, you’re gonna make me cum,” Lewis hissed out.

You planted your feet into the sand and raised up then circled your hips, the action made him gasp as he gaped at you. “Who the fuck are you?”

Smiling, you continued circling your hips until Lewis took over and began sliding in and out of you. What began slowly became more hurried with every circle of your hips. When he pressed your thighs apart and to the sand he hovered over you fucking you steadily but slowly. With each thrust, you arched backward getting lost in how good he felt. With each thrust, he grunted your name and with each thrust, you shook.

Before you could get used to the feel of him this way, Lewis pulled out, then sank back on his shins.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he said swiping his fingers through your folds.

You arched back and rocked your hips back and forth using his fingers as you massaged your breasts.

“I don’t think I’m gonna get enough of you.”

You smirked and watched as he stroked himself. “Come here, put that pussy on me, girl.”

Did you need to be told twice? Nope!

~~~~~~~

-Lewis-

As you stood in front of him, he looked over every inch of you and fell deeper under your spell. Every inch of you was perfect, every slope, dip, swell, and curve. He slowed his strokes though it was the last thing he wanted. He wanted to bury himself so deep inside of you that the universe would get the hint and leave you that way. When you turned around and bent over, he nearly pounced on you like the wild rabid animal he felt like. Dropping a heavy hand across your ass, you yelped and he watched as it shook.

“What a fucking view, Y/N!”

“Like it?”

“Fuck yeah I do.”

You turned to him then and slowly came closer. When you were a hair’s length again he tipped his tongue out and licked across your clit. You stood there moaning while he quickly got lost. When you bucked your hips swiping your pussy across his lips, he moaned then grabbed your ass.

“Mmm, ride this tongue, Y/N. Show me how bad you want me.”

You were a dream. Not only did you react to his touch in a way no one had before, but you also obeyed him so easily. He could tell there was something hidden, laying in wait just under the surface, something that probably matched his deepest desires. You rocked your hips back and forth sending your wet pussy across not only his lips but his nose. You moaned, gasped, and whimpered with every move. As he watched you take what you wanted from him, he could feel himself inching closer and closer to his own release. Who the fuck was this woman to have him like this?

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

He moaned his approval and almost instantly your hips sped, it was then he began sucking your flesh.

“Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes! Right there!”

He held you in place and doubled down as you became the most beautiful you’d ever been. When you lowered yourself over his lap, you were dripping wet, matching his own leaking appendage. The first feel of you sliding down his length, had him gritting his teeth, pleading with himself to not cum. Every inch you took, the lower he dipped into the well of insanity that was steadily trying to pull him under. When he filled you to the hilt, you arched backward jutting your breasts in his face. Taking advantage of the moment, he sucked your nipple into his mouth and teased your body.

When you began rocking on him every hair on his body stood on ends. Fuck you felt so good, too good. In no time you were bouncing on him rising up, dropping down, then griding your hips.

“Uugh, yes. Fuck me, Y/N!”

And that was what you did. He rested back on his hands and watched as you rode him. Every little trick you incorporated had him salivating to take control from you and plow you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk. Still, he held himself back and watched you, a show that was becoming a favorite of his. You angled backward changing the angle and your speed sending an all-telling shiver through him.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, Y/N!”

“Cum for me. Show me how good this pussy feels, show me how bad you want me, show me how much I own this dick. Cum for me Lewis!”

“Shit!”

Gripping your hips, he moved you on him more rapidly. Every time you came down he pumped up into you making your breasts swing until they gently slapped his mouth. Catching a pert nipple between his teeth, he applied slight pressure.

“Oh god, I’m cumming, Lewis!”

Shit, he was right there with you, and he could tell it was going to be one for the record books. With every slam into you, he squeezed your hips trying to keep himself tethered to Earth because he quickly felt himself fading.

“Aah, ah, ah, shit!”

You bucked forward once, then twice and that was it. An overwhelming need to possess you took over, making him grasp your neck. Holding you in place, he erupted filling you so completely and perfectly. You whimpered and screeched each time he tried to burrow deeper inside of you. As he released spurt after spurt inside of you he should have softened but after his 6th spurt, he was still solid as granite.

“Fuck!”

Flipping you onto your back, he spread you wide and continued plowing into you with reckless abandon. He chased his second release while watching your body writhe underneath him. He felt like a madman; like he had no control over himself. It was a real fear of his, one he worked overtime to prevent but right now, with you he felt himself lose that control. You didn’t look to have noticed that he was a completely different person now and for a moment he got distracted watching you as your pleasure held you hostage.

Again, his release crept up on him and after he’d filled you for a second time he dropped onto his back still hard. What the fuck was happening!?

“Mmm,” you said rolling to your side to cuddle close to him.

“I—I’m sorry,” he muttered.

“For what? This?”

You grasped his length and stroked. “Don’t be. Just means more fun for me.”

His eyes locked on yours surprise filling him. You smirked, leaned forward kissed him once then bit down on his bottom lip before disappearing between his legs. When he felt your mouth around him he groaned huskily from the confirmation that what lay in wait within you just under the surface was indeed a match to his deep dark desires. You bobbed on his engorged need, moaning the entire time as if he tasted like candy and sugarcane. His brain blanked for a moment at the realization that he wanted more than he should, a lot more. When his eyes found the sky again, he took in the streaks of pink amongst the black background and had one final thought as he felt yet another orgasm tightening his balls, he knew this—whatever it was, was far from over.

To be Continued...

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[elitadream]

I kept thinking about this post over the week, so I made it my goal to find something that would hopefully resemble what I mean, until I stumbled upon this movie's OST again.

And then I remembered that this version of the song exists, and I absolutely had to share it with all of you because O-M-G. Honestly one of the most beautiful male voices I've ever heard. No other one I've come across embodies the youthful gentleness and soulfulness I imagine for Mario quite this perfectly, and the fact that the tone and lyrics happen to match the character as well had my heart in a puddle. 😭💖

I couldn't resist making a small piece for it, because the thought of Mario singing a ballad for Peach was just too pure not to draw. ^-^

#I can honestly picture him putting his feelings into song like this #both his insecurities and his endless love for her 🥺 #if only Peach could see him 💓 #Mario #Mareach #concept #romance #Super Mario Bros #fanart

[januaryembrs]

WORTH THE WAIT | Poe Dameron x Reader

Request: my sweet @happyhauntt says: and to counteract the fact that my last request was sad as fuck, here's a happy one!!! a wee fic based on the song 'i guess i'm in love' by clinton kane, and this one feels like it should be for poe or steven!! enjoy!!

Description: Poe tries to help reader overcome her fear of flying by giving her something good to remember

length: 2.1k

warnings: mention of puke (none just feeling of nausea) mention of fear of heights?

authors note: yes I did listen to Romantic Flight from HTTYD when I wrote this and yes this did heal the part of me that always wanted to be flown through the clouds like this. also sorry this is so late things have been HECTIC

Poe really hoped she liked his surprise. 

There were very few things that he knew he was good at besides flying; knowing exactly how to tell her just how deeply he felt for her even after all this time being one of them. He knew he stumbled over flirtatious lines, not at all like the bachelor he once was, that his chest still pounded at the thought of her just the same as it did when he was soaring through the stratosphere, his stomach flipping when they kissed as if he’d done four barrel rolls on an X-Wing. 

He knew he was in uncharted waters being so far in a committed relationship, that his usual rendezvous' had lasted little more than a few weeks at most, but that was entirely in the past. No one had even come close since the day he met her. 

She had been his mission once. Captured on a First Order ship, Leia had ordered him and his squadron to go rescue her, had said she was some lord’s daughter of a dying planet wanted by Ren for information about her father. He had heard the stories of how his resistance leader had come to be kidnapped from Alderaan when she was young, and figuring she was just screamingly empathetic for the girl, he had done exactly as he had been told. 

He’d had no clue that his mission would become his entire life within a few short months. 

“I feel like this is a little unfair,” She teased, his hands over her eyes as he led her out to the hangar, the lone sun on their planet lowering behind the horizon, “You make me wait all day for my present, and I can’t even see it,” 

“Have a little patience, Princess,” Poe said, his lips drawing into a small smile as he felt her huff beneath his palms, “I know you’re used to getting what you want in your palace, but you’re in my town now, baby,”

She chuckled, shaking her head as he directed her down the stairs. He wasn’t entirely lying. After she’d been rescued from Ren’s grasp, her planet had quickly declared its allegiance to the resistance and she had been appointed as one of Leia’s advisors. Whether it was her quick wit, or the love she seemed to drench every single person with, no matter who they were or where they had come from, Poe wasn’t exactly sure what it was that made her such a good leader, other than the fact she was so entirely herself it was hard not to favour her; a rare quality of politicians he'd often teased her. 

She gave a sniff through her nose, trying to give herself some kind of hint as to what her gift was. “Smells like… oil? Did BB-8 leak again?” 

“Just wait, one more step in front of you,” Poe replied, his eyes trained carefully on her high heeled steps over the concrete. His stomach somersaulted as he wondered for the last time if this was a good idea, but he couldn't very well lead her all the way back out of there empty handed. Reminding himself it was her, and she would never spit anything kind back in his face, he released her face gently, “tada!”

He watched her shoulders tense under the jacket he’d given her because he worried she’d be cold in the night air, and he could tell her mind was racing a million miles a second trying to make sense of what it was he was showing her. 

His T-70 starfighter. The only thing, he often joked, that could ever rival her for the title of his beloved.

“Poe…” Her voice trailed off, unsure but not wanting to seem rude, “Poe, I can’t-”

“Baby, hear me out,” He cut in, knowing she was never going to be jumping for joy before he could explain, “I promise you, nothing bad will happen while I’m there,”

“Poe,” She said hesitantly, as he came around the front of her to see her worried expression that made him cradle her face with his warm hands almost immediately.

“They don’t call me the best pilot in the galaxy for nothing,” He smiled at her cheekily, and he was relieved to see her crack a grin then, though the fright lingered in her eyes that rolled at him.

He’d known since the day he’d rescued her that she had a fear of flying; when he’d had to sit her on his lap in that very same cockpit so they could escape the base together, when she’d screamed bloody murder and held his hands so tight he worried he might lose circulation. 

Not the best of first introductions, and not quite how he’d imagined his two greatest loves meeting. Which was why he wanted to change her experience of the whole thing. 

She gave him a tentative glance, and he fretted for a moment that it had all been a mistake; that his kind act coming from a good place had been one giant heap of selfish bantha fodder that he felt stupid for even suggesting it. But then she took a deep breath, her hands coming up over his own on her cheeks and squeezing them gently. 

“Certainly don’t call you the most humble pilot in the galaxy, Dameron,” She said with a tease, moving past him to head for the jet, “Alright, help me up. My carriage awaits,”

He beamed so hard he thought his cheeks might explode, rushing past her to lift himself up onto the right arm the way he had done so many, many times before. 

“My lady,” He stretched out his hand, all but yanking her up most of the way to where he kneeled, and he was glad he’d told her to wear her cargos and not the pretty dress she’d showed him.

Pulling herself up to a sit, she looked unsurely at the metalwork beneath them, “You’re sure it can hold two?”

“It did before, didn't it?” He countered back, hoisting himself into the cockpit that felt like a second home to him, his body sliding into his seat like a hand into a glove. He parted his thighs, granting her a space of her own, and patted the leather chair, “Actually, don't think about that. Hop in,”

She paused, uncertainty written across her face that cracked when she saw the hopeful gleam in his eyes, brown hues that had always seemed to watch her with pure adoration. She had always struggled to say no to him, especially when he looked like that. 

Slipping between his legs, she hated to admit that she found herself rather comfy enveloped between his body and the dash. 

“You sure we’re safe?” She asked once more, and his arms slid around her to grab the wheel in his right hand, the left pulling her back against his warm body that made her relax just that little bit. He kissed the side of her head, resting his temple against hers for a second. 

“You know I would never put you in harms way, sweetheart,” He said, all trace of jovial teasing gone as he kissed next to her ear and pushed the button to lock the glass canopy over their heads. It slowly lowered down, hissing into a click as it shut, and he felt her shuffle in closer to his chest, “There’s something up there I really, really want to show you. Okay?” 

She looked up at him over her shoulder, his eyes twinkling with excitement at seeing her in his seat, his co-pilot for the evening. 

How could she ever resist?

“Okay,” She nodded, tugging his arms over her shoulders like a seat belt as if strapping herself in for the ride, “Okay, I’m ready,”  

He chuckled, praying to the maker one last time that this would work, and switching the ignition up to a low rumble. 

The jet rolled forward slowly, and he wheeled it around to a clearing in runway that made her think he’d told everyone to take the evening off just so they could have their solo flight.

“Okay, baby, I’m going to have to go fast at this bit, so you might want to hold on tight,” He warned her, and he felt her grab onto his thighs with tight fists, “That’s it, I got you, you’re safe,”

Not giving her much time to overthink what was coming, he floored the gas, flicking a few of the levers above their heads. She sucked in a breath, her knuckles almost turning white with grip, “Poe,” 

“I promise you’re safe, baby,” He reassured, forcing the throttle down and they jumped forward as the engines kicked in. He would have been in the air by now if it had just been him, would probably already be doing a loop-de-loop, but he didn’t want to terrify her before they had even really started. 

She squealed, a muffled version of what he knew she was probably holding back as they started lifting off the ground, and he sped up even more, the g-force throwing her back against him, and he flicked pressed the switch on the dash to start retracting the wheels into the underbelly. 

“Poe, I’m scared,”

“You got it, I got you,” He removed one of his hands off the wheel and looped it around her waist to keep her secure, “You’re doing so well, baby,” 

It was then she made the mistake of taking a peak outside, seeing their base quickly becoming little more than a speck beneath them as they sped off upwards into the atmosphere, “Oh my stars, we’re so high,” 

He chuckled, kissing her hairline tenderly, “That’s a good thing, means we’re not in danger of crashing into trees or mountains or-”

“Poe!” She slapped his thigh, scrunching her eyes shut, “I can’t look, I’m going to puke,”

His resolve wavered for a minute, and he made the impromptu decision to yank the steering wheel down, forcing them to take a quick turn up even higher into the air, to which she tucked her head towards his jaw so she didn’t have to watch. 

He wondered if he was going to regret such a bold move, he felt her whimper against his skin and Poe cursed the whole concept of ‘Go big or go home’ that he had been going for. 

Until-

They burst through the clouds, the dusk air that had been growing dark under the smog disappearing as they cut in a straight line up, further and further until the cottony slew of powder white clouds blanketed beneath them, the way they had for him so many times before. The sun was still out this far up in the aerospace, syrupy orange, and almost pink as it met the pillowed floor, like they had flown right into a meadow of blankets and warmth. 

“Poe, I tried to be brave, really I did, for you, but my nerves are shot-” 

“Baby, look,” He cut her off, engaging the auto-pilot and moving his warm hands down her arms softly to hold her fingers in his own. The X-Wing evened out, the force barely feeling like a pull at their bodies anymore and more like a lingering jitter in their skin that could so easily be passed off as the engine. 

“I can’t, I feel sick-” She protested, pushing her nose into his neck, and he felt her hands shaking with nerves that he gently stroked away. He chuckled, the sound reverberating over the apples of her cheeks.

“Just trust me, look,” Poe said, and she took a deep breath, as if holding back another complaint, peeling herself away from him just the smallest amount to glimpse outside the star-fighter. 

Her eyes widened, sitting upright almost immediately as she saw the technicolor that had been a dull beige before, the world she’d known for over two years entirely gone, buried beneath the silkened clouds. Her mouth hung open, eyes darting over the teracotta hues, down to the valley of puffy clouds beneath that didn’t seem nearly as threatening as she’d imagined. 

She was silent for a moment, and Poe had feeling that was atleast a good thing, but he was known to second guess himself when it came down to her. 

Watching her expression with a besotted gaze, the sun’s heat glowing her cheeks with a honey kiss, he ran his fingertips over her palms, “Do you like it?”

“Poe, it’s-” She swallowed, not once ripping her eyes away from the oil painting infront of her, “You get to see this every day?”

He laughed, dipping his nose in her neck and leaving a loving kiss there, “Pretty much, yeah. I told you, it’s a whole other world up here,”

“How do you ever come down, I mean it’s, it’s,” She stammered, shuffling on the edge of the seat to take it all in even more, “It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen,” 

“I have my reasons that are pretty compelling actually,” He smiled, eyes washing over her face, trying to commit that expression to memory because there were very few times they were allowed to have something good in the middle of a war. But this was it. She was it. His little bit of goodness that had been so worth the wait, “Happy Anniversary, honey,” 

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[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Did someone want more goofy Steve, or was that just in my head? Either way! Hope you enjoy it!

Steve had been so serious when he first met him officially and not just what Eddie heard through the rumor mill. Of course, they had met when Eddie was framed by murder by an interdimensional deformed octopus monster, so of course, he was serious. He didn't think Steve could be so fucking goofy.

It was the first evening that he was hanging out with Steve and Robin since everything happened. Everyone was mostly healed, physically, at least. Steve had invited him over for dinner and a movie. He couldn't resist seeing him again. He was told to just walk in, so he did just that and walked all the way into the kitchen. Robin was sitting at the island while Steve was making dinner. The radio was playing softly in the background.

"Hey, Teddy," Steve said.

"It's Eddie," he said.

"Yeah, that's what I said," Steve replied with a goofy smile.

Eddie narrowed his eyes at Steve while Robin scoffed as she looked through a magazine. Suddenly, the song turned to a Bob Seger song: Old Time Rock & Roll. Robin groaned as Steve hollered. He turned off the stove, turned up the radio, and grabbed a wooden spoon. To Eddie's surprise, he hopped up on the island and started singing along.

"Would you watch the magazine?!" Robin yelled.

To Eddie's delight, he ignored Robin, causing her to move to the other side of the kitchen. He couldn't help but cheer for Steve with a wide grin on his face. Eddie pulled out his wallet and slipped a dollar into his belt as the song ended.

"For your good service, my liege," Eddie said.

"A dollar, Munson?" Steve scoffed as he pocketed the money. "I think my ass is worth more than a dollar."

Eddie held out his hand and helped Steve down from the table. Robin was hiding her face behind her magazine and muttering something that Eddie couldn't quite make out. The next time Eddie witnessed his goofiness was at a get-together at Steve's place with the party. It was Dustin who was eager to show him.

"Can we show Eddie our handshake?" Dustin asked eagerly.

"You two have a secret handshake?" Eddie asked, trying not to feel jealous.

Steve grinned and proceeded to show him. It was a spectacular goofy sight that ended with Steve being stabbed. There was fucking swordfighting. The thing that really amazed him was Steve’s goofy laugh. His mouth was wide open, and his eyes were closed as he laughed hard. He looked stupidly cute, and it made his heart beat faster. Once Dustin was pleased with his reaction, he left. Eddie pouted.

"I wish we had a special handshake," Eddie said.

"Oh, you do? Well, we can fix that," Steve said with a smirk.

He reached out and took his hand in his, holding it softly as he rubbed circles into his skin with his thumb. Eddie blushed.

"You're just holding my hand, man," Eddie replied.

"Oh, I am? How silly of me," Steve said and let go. "I'll stop."

Eddie was disappointed in himself as Steve walked out of the room. He did seem to enjoy the sight of Steve walking away from him. The next time they hung out, it was without anyone else. For some reason, Eddie was nervous about that. They were watching a movie and filling up on popcorn. Eddie was trying to focus on the movie and not let the fact that Steve was practically pressed up against him overwhelm his senses. Eddie yawned and stretched, his shirt raising up.

"Oh, that's cool," Steve said, looking at him.

"What?" Eddie asked.

Steve pressed his finger to the skin of his hip. Oh, yeah, he had forgotten about his new dragon tattoo. Eddie shivered against Steve’s touch and laughed.

"Oh, are you ticklish?" Steve asked.

"What? No!" Eddie scoffed. "Metalheads are not ticklish."

Steve grinned and pounced on him, his nails digging into his side. Eddie giggled as Steve’s hands inadvertently pushed his shirt up as they tickled him. Suddenly, Steve’s face was a lot closer to his.

"What was that about you not being ticklish?" Steve asked.

"Okay, okay, I'm ticklish," Eddie grinned.

"Hmm, knew it," Steve replied.

Their faces were even closer now, Steve’s hands were pressed against his skin. His whole body was tingling. Steve moved forward, and at the last second, Eddie turned his head. Steve’s kiss landed on his cheek. Eddie Munson wasn't like that. . . Or was he? Eddie cleared his throat, and Steve quickly climbed off of him.

"I'll go get you some water," Steve said.

Eddie sat up and watched Steve walk away. His shoulds were slumped in disappointment. Why did Eddie feel like an idiot? It wasn't his fault that he wasn't into men. They didn't hang out for a while after that, and it caused Eddie to miss him terribly. Weeks went by, and still Eddie hadn't heard from him. He decided to take charge and call him up to invite him to the Hideout to watch him play.

"You want me there?" Steve asked.

"Of course, I want you there," Eddie said. "And just come as you are. There's not a thing about you that I would change."

"Okay," Steve said. "I'll be there with bells on."

Eddie snorted with laughter. Of course, when Steve did show up to the Hideout that night, he really did come with a string of bells around his neck. Eddie nearly died laughing. He never played so hard for anyone in his life. He flashed Steve with a sweaty grin and started unloading the instruments into his van. He was out back when he heard Steve jingling behind him. He knew Steve was going to do something, but he didn't expect him to wrap his arms around his waist, pick him up, and spin him around. Eddie shrieked with laughter.

"You were great, man," Steve said once he set him down. "I'm going to see if Frank needs help."

Eddie watched him jingle off with a smile. When he turned around, Jeff and Gareth were standing right in front of him. He yelped.

"What?" Eddie asked.

"I didn't know you were dating Steve Harrington," Gareth said.

"I'm not dating Steve," Eddie said, scoffing. "And I like women."

"You know you can like both, right?" Jeff asked with narrowed eyes.

"Pardon?" Eddie asked.

"You can like men and women," Gareth said.

"It's called being bisexual," Jeff said.

"Oh," Eddie said as he thought about it, and suddenly everything fell into place. "Oh my God! I like Steve!"

"Yeah, we know," Gareth rolled his eyes.

"You knew?" Eddie asked.

"You were being fairly obvious," Jeff said.

"If you knew, why didn't you tell me?" Eddie asked.

"Because we thought you knew!" They said together.

Eddie stared at them, and they stared back expectantly.

"Well, are you going to do something about Steve?" Gareth asked.

"Oh, right!" Eddie exclaimed and took off.

He ran back into the bar where Frank told him that Steve was in the bathroom. He didn't even think about it before skidding into the bathroom. Lucky Steve was only washing his hands. Eddie made sure no one was in the bathroom before locking the door.

"What's going on, Eddie?" Steve asked.

"I just figured out something about myself, and I wanted to tell you," Eddie said excitedly. "I'm bisexual!"

"That's great, man. Thanks for telling me," Steve said.

"I should have realized that night when you tried to kiss me, but I was so stupid, and I'm sorry, but I know now that I like men, and that I like you. I like you, Steve," Eddie said and moved to kiss him.

"I have a boyfriend," Steve blurted out.

"Oh," Eddie said. "Of course. That makes sense. I waited too long. I'm going to go. Bye!"

"Wait, Eddie!" Steve exclaimed, but Eddie ran out the door and far away from him.

Eddie lay in bed later that night, feeling extremely sorry for himself. Of course, he would miss his only chance. That was just the kind of luck he had. He sniffled as he buried his face into his pillow. It was stupid. It's completely stupid. He ignored the knock at the front door. It was probably just someone coming to mess with him. The front door opened and closed. Footsteps sounded down the hallway, and Eddie tensed up. The bedroom door was pushed open, and Steve entered. Eddie quickly turned away from him to hide his tears. Steve pounced onto the bed next to him but Eddie still refused to look at him.

"I broke up with him," Steve said.

"You didn't have to do that," Eddie said.

"No, but I did. We both knew going in that it wasn't serious and that we were both trying to get over someone," Steve said. "I still wasn't over you. I was going to tell you that and that before anything could happen with us that I needed to end it with him, but then you ran off."

"Shit, I keep fucking things up, don't I?" Eddie asked turning around.

"Oh, baby," Steve said, cupping his face and wiping away his tears. "That's not true at all. Let's get you to the bathroom and get you cleaned up."

Steve pulled Eddie out of bed and dragged him into his bathroom. He cleaned the snot first and then used a wet rag to wipe his face clean. Eddie sighed as he did it. Steve dropped the rag and placed a kiss on his cheek. Eddie turned his cheek and kissed his lips. Steve sighed against his mouth, placing his hands on his hips. Steve grinned as he used his fingers to tickle Eddie's sides. Eddie laughed against his mouth and pulled away.

"Steve!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Sorry, couldn't resist," Steve said, flashing him a cheeky grin.

"You dork!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Yeah, but I'm your dork," Steve grinned.

Eddie laughed and wrapped his arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Steve Harrington was an absolute dork, and he was all Eddie's.

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[jackles010378]

Off My Mind

(Dean Winchester x Y/n)

You've been trying so hard to get over Dean Winchester, trying to forget about him is hard when he keeps showing up everywhere.....

(This one shot is inspired by Radio Company song of the same title 🥰)

Y/n knew she needed to forget about Dean Winchester. He was a distraction she couldn't afford, a temptation she couldn't indulge in. She knew about the sort of life he led with his brother, 'The Family Business' as he kept on telling her. He told her everything. And to his surprise, she hadn't ran away screaming. Instead she was in awe of him. Eventually though, she knew she would have to forget about him. Yet, fate had other plans.

Dean seemed to have a knack for showing up when she least expected it. Whether it was a chance encounter at the local diner or a random visit to her workplace, he always managed to find his way back into her life. She was like a drug to him. After a bad hunt, he would drive for hours just to see her. Just to speak to her, hold her close. It wasn't always about sex for Dean. He felt a sort of connection to Y/n that he had never felt with any other women he'd been with.

Despite her best efforts to push him away, Dean's charm and persistence began to wear down her defenses. His jokes would make her laugh, his stories would captivate her, and his presence would soothe her troubled mind.

One night, after a particularly long day, Y/n found herself lying awake in bed, unable to shake off the events of the day. And then, like clockwork, she heard a knock on her door. She hesitated at first, wondering if it could be Dean again. He had just finished a hint nearby. It was an run of the mill Vamp hunt, which was over a lot quicker than he had planned. So instead of making the days druve back to the bunker. Dean took a detour. He needed to see her.

Sure enough, when she opened the door, there he was, a sheepish smile on his face and that sparkle in his eyes that she found irresistible. Without a word, Dean entered her apartment and made himself comfortable on her couch.

Hours passed as they talked and laughed, sharing stories and secrets under the dim glow of the lamp. Y/n couldn't deny the connection between them, a magnetic pull that drew her closer to him with each passing moment.

As the night grew late, Y/n offered Dean her spare bedroom to spend the night. To her surprise, he declined and instead made his way to her bed, patting the empty space beside him, inviting her to join him.

It was a risky move, one that Y/n knew she shouldn't entertain. But the warmth of Dean's body against hers, the gentle press of his lips to her forehead as he whispered goodnight, all of it made it impossible for her to resist.

In the quiet stillness of the night, Y/n found herself tangled in Dean's arms, her head resting on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. In that moment, she knew that forgetting about him was no longer an option.

"So, how do I get you off my mind

With you back in my bed

How do I get you off my mind

Can't have you living in my head"

For sometimes, the heart knows what the mind refuses to accept. And as Y/n drifted off to sleep in Dean's embrace, she allowed herself to savor this stolen moment of happiness, cherishing the forbidden love that bloomed between them.

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[doritochoi]

Office gift | S.M

pairing: song mingi x reader

genre: smut, non-idollau

warnings: pet name , unprotected sex, boss & worker relationship, mingi so fucking hot (ofc he is )

summary: you were late at your work and your sexy boss gives you an unforgettable gift.

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You were always in love with your boss. No one could resist him, he was so charming and handsome that he can make you melt in his touch immediately. Everytime when he calls you to come in his office to help him with work you fix your lipstick or lift your skirt a little for him to have a perfect view ,but sadly he didn't notice or maybe he didn't want to notice. Of course he saw everything you did for him, but he was waiting for the right moment and that moment came faster than you expected.

Being late wasn't a habit for you, but this time you were really late..What could you do? You prayed that something bad wouldn't happen or maybe you thought he wouldn't even notice.

You arrived at the company. When you wanted to open the door, a strong wind appeared, making you think that it's better not to go in and maybe you could message your boss that you don't feel very well but you couldn't do that .All your coworkers saw you that you came so you opened the door and entered. Once you opened the door you already felt his perfume. His smell was everywhere, no wonder why all the girls wanted to talk with him or spend time with him. He was too beautiful. You felt horrible going directly to his office, so you went to your office first to leave your things there then you went to him.You were looking at that door for several minutes. Song Mingi's office. You could smell the perfume again, but this time is was too intense so you realized that he was there.

You knocked on the door and he answered with a simple "yes, you can come in". Even his voice was sweet...Just like him. Once you entered, he was there. His posture wasn't an ordinary one, he was standing with his legs apart as if he was waiting for you to sit there. those big and squishy thighs. You wanted to touch them so badly.

You were staring at him for a while until you heard you name.

"Y/n. You've been staring at me for a while'' ,ofc you were .How can you not? His voice , his lips, his body you were in love with everything.

"O-oh really?"

"You know this is not the time to come to work,right?" ,he got up from the chair and walked towards you while you were walking backwards. He was a few centimeters from your face, he closed the gap between you two and bent his head to get close to your face.

"I don't like your attitude today, darling" he said that with his husky voice. A hand appeared on your waist making you startle a little.

"I should have given you this gift a long time ago, but I couldn't" ,he caressed your waist with his long fingers, grabbing a part of your shirt.

"What gift-"

"You know I noticed everything right? I bet when you're alone at home, you masturbate calling out my name and looking at my photos"

"How did you-"

"If you wanted to fuck me that much you could ask , im free all the time" ,he ripped your skirt reaching the floor, putting his cold hands between your legs feeling the wetness on your panties.

"Oh you are so wet and i didnt even touch you . Come on let me show you my gift . "

He took you in his arms pushing you on the desk tearing your shirt along with your underwear.

" Sir, that was expensive"

"Don't worry, i will buy everything for you"

He started to admire you, looking at every part of your body.He was playing with his fingers on your pussy, then he stuck a finger inside making you scream.

"If you're gonna scream like that, I'm sure everyone on this floor will hear us.

"How i am supposed to be quiet when you're teasing me like that"

"And this is just the beggining love "

That was it, he smashed his lips on yours feeling you want more, so he started to give soft kisses on your neck. You didn't like what he was doing so now you were on top of him, and he was only looking at you and the movements you were making. You kissed his neck, leaving traces of red lipstick, and you unbuttoned his shirt seeing his toned abs. Now you were extremely down . You unbuckled his belt feeling his hard cock there . It was big. Bigger than you could have imagined.

"Do you think i can handle it?" Its so big for me "

" Don't worry i will make sure he will fit you"

After some minutes it was a mess. Clothes were thrown everywhere. The office was filled with your moans and the most important thing , his big dick was in you , moving in and out. The pleasure you had was a very pleasant one.

"You're so tight , kitten " I love you" .Soon you felt him twitch between your tight walls.

“Come on kitten,cum with me.” he said cumming inside you while you also came.

“Oh god that was amazing.” he looked at the mess he did and he was impresed , he liked it so much , he loved your pussy so much.

"I promise next time it will be better in bed "

"So round 2?"

"Ofc lets go to my house" , you giggled and kissed his nose , then got up dressing to go home .

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