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dxstopiaa · 1 year

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Stubborn Sickness

Summary: Most people would rest and recover when they’ve fallen ill, apparently that principle doesn’t apply to your husband. ❤︎︎

Characters: Xiao, Zhongli, Ayato and Heizou x GN! Reader. ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Warnings: None, just some domestic fluff for those times we get sick <3 [i actually thought of this whilst i had a cold too! Also 40 followers from my last post alone? Thank you all so much!] (≧◡≦) ♡

Xiao

•As an Adeptus, Xiao has completely neglected his own well-being for his duties and seemingly doesn’t understand the subject as much as you’d like him to.

•This was quite evident upon waking up next to him, his leaky nose and rose, flushed cheeks were all signs of illness, but of course he had ignored the unpleasant, sickly feeling growing within him. You could not stifle the slightly irritated sigh from leaving your lips about his response when you had told him such.

•Xiao lightly scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest whilst he rested his head against the bed frame, “ I assure you that Adepti do not catch sicknesses from other mortals, love.” He blandly stated, though the chesty cough he emitted told you otherwise, desperately trying to cover it with his closed fist.

•You hummed in contemplation, relishing in the way his attempt at his poorly-constructed lie failed him and how his face grew ever so slightly redder. Placing the backside of your hand on his forehead, which he recoiled to. ‘I see..I suppose i will have to visit Wangsheng Funeral Parlour and ask the Prime Adeptus himself?’ You teasingly questioned, watching the brewing panic in his eyes as he grabbed your wrist.

• “No!” He almost yelled, then adjusting his tone and clearing his throat, “That won’t be necessary.” Xiao added curtly, looking away from you once again. You giggled at his outburst, who would of thought the Yaksha was more expressive when ill?

•He pretty much had no choice but to listen to his dearest, all the details and lectures on how to care for himself when he became sick. Luckily for him, it seemed your collection of novels had occupied him whilst he compliantly resided at home, snuggled up in the blankets, quite an adorable sight. This allowed you to complete various errands in the meantime.

•One of these tasks involved meeting the consultant of the funeral parlour regardless of Xiao’s protests, it’s for his best interest after all. You approached the building tucked into the corner of Liyue Harbour, pushing open the doors to see Zhongli himself discussing matters with a client. He smiled and nodded his head towards you, gesturing you to enter and take a seat.

•Some moments later, he sat across you, effortlessly engaging in conversation until you deemed it was time to enlighten him about the situation. Zhongli only chuckled heartily, his amber eyes filled with an emotion you could only decipher as happiness. “He is still as unyielding as ever, although i’m glad you could change his perception on mortal lifestyle.” At that, you glanced at him curiously, beckoning him to continue.

• “Dear, you may be unaware, but Xiao often reminisces about you, he is truly grateful for the care you provide him.” If your heart wasn’t melting before, it certainly was now. The consultant hummed in consideration as he placed a paper bag into your hands. “…I’m sure he wouldn’t be too comfortable with this, but please give these medicines to him.”

• The following day went smoothly, no obvious protests from your husband as he allowed you to wipe the occasional damp towel across his forehead, or even massage his tense biceps. Xiao quickly realised how therapeutic it was, stealing prolonged admiring glances your way.

Zhongli

• The last thing you wanted to see when you entered the funeral parlour was your dearest husband holding his aching head up with his hands, elbows on the desk he sat at. You slowly approached him, not intending to startle him from his slumber.

• You lightly tapped his shoulder, smoothing his unusually messy hair aside from his forehead. This didn’t help, for he almost jumped from his seat as his confused bloodshot eyes searched yours. Just what happened to him? You’ve never seen him in such a state before. He only continued to proceed with his work in a daze.

• “Come on ‘Li, you don’t seem well at all!” You requested, Zhongli not moving an inch from the papers scattered infront of him. If you had to carry your stubborn husband back home, you would, regardless of his complaints. You grasped onto his arm and slung it around your neck, forcing him up beside you.

• “No need dearest, i can walk myself-” He rasped out, escaping your grip only to groan when his head pounded from the sudden movement, leaving back onto you. Zhongli went silent from his unsuccessful attempt, who complied under your disapproval.

• The journey was definitely strenuous, muscles aching from having your much taller and heavier lover weighing onto you. Unmoved and weighty as rock as they say, hm? You laid him onto the bed, removing his coat and tie to subside his fever. The next hour consisted of you scolding Zhongli for being so careless, but the adorable pout on his face quickly rid you of your agitation, sighing in helplessness.

• “I’m truly sorry, love, if it makes you this upset i’ll promise not to do so in the future.” He apologised, briefly sitting up to kiss you on your nose. The former archon couldn’t even convince himself that he didn’t like being ill, he thought that how you treated him made it even better.

• From the warm delicacies you made him, spooning the various stews into his mouth, to you sitting on top of him to redraw his smudged eyeliner as he requested, it all felt angelic to him. His own beautiful spouse serving him like he was royalty.

• Soon enough, Zhongli recovered from his sickness, his coughing became less frequent and his smooth voice replacing raspy vocals he temporarily had. But he didn’t want this to end so soon, he dreaded the idea of returning to the parlour instead of resting in your embrace.

• “Had i known you would treat me so delicately, i would of purposely remained sick more often.” Your husband suddenly uttered, earning a meek gasp and a mild nudge in his sides from you. He chuckled, rustling your hair and pulling you into a cuddle.

• Yes, Zhongli can be very persistent, but when he did co-operate, you wondered why you didn’t marry this man sooner.

Ayato

• The Yashiro Commissioner was well known and liked by his associates for his rapid completion of tasks assigned to him, he would often send contracts back to them within a day. However, they couldn’t certainly expect this when you learnt of the state your husband was in.

• The light patter of frantic footsteps on the wooden patio alerted you, those who belonged to the chief housekeeper of the Kamisato estate. You immediately turned to face him, confusion embedded in your expression, hands holding outwards to him.

• “My Liege! Please, Lord Ayato isn’t doing very well.” Thoma panicked, looking as if he would faint that very second. You hastily followed him to your lover’s room, pushing the door open to let you both inside.

• Ayato sat upright in the bed, clutching his stomach as his face contorted into one of rising disgust from the sickening sensation. You rushed to his side, smoothing his hair behind his ears and wrapping a blanket over his shoulders.

• “Ayato! What did i tell you about exerting yourself?” You scolded, more out of anxiety than irritation. He only stared at his lap, and then over to the impending paperwork strewn beside him. You bit your lip, that guilty look on his beautiful face did not suit him at all.

• “I apologise darling, I presume you were right.” The commissioner sighed, voice strained more than usual. Glad to see he had at least considered your words, you kissed the mole under his lips softly, settling down next to him and pulling the sheets over his now resting body, an ever-present smile returning to his features.

• You didn’t have very much to do in the estate usually, which allowed you to accompany your recovering husband. Ayato was exceedingly grateful for your help, whether it was signing the loads of paperwork on his behalf, albeit with a confused expression as you questioned him about different terms…

• “Sweetheart…You do know i’m capable of holding a pen, right?” Ayato chuckled, watching you neatly sign your signature on papers, on his behalf. You merely shook your head, stating how he ‘shouldn’t have to concern himself with such things’.

• Or helping him take baths, despite Ayato cheekily flicking water at you like a child, pinching his nose back. Of course, the raging blush covering your face due to seeing your husband’s lack of clothing, did not go unnoticed.

• You pampered him to the extent that he wished he could remain ill for longer, the discomfort weighed out by your loving actions. He detested the day he would have to continue his duties, it seemed Ayato had to simply keep his pretty little spouse by his side with a fake act.

Heizou

• You were nothing short of stunned upon seeing your boyfriend stumble into your house after a long day of work. Usually he would be hyperactive, greeting you with kisses and hugs but today was different.

• Heizou sighed deeply, massaging his temples as he nearly bumped into the doorway, he felt extremely tired in the last hours of his shift. Seems like he was too irresponsible whilst within Tatarasuna, the corrosive electro energy was just too strong for even a vision wielder like himself.

• The clattering of objects downstairs alerted you, hurrying to see who the perpetrator was, initially thinking it was a sort of burglary. Just seconds later hearing the pained whine from your lover on the floor who had just bumped into a shelf.

• “Heizou?! Are you alright?” You said, helping him off the ground as he latched onto you for support, the strong aura radiating off of him told you exactly what the issue was. After all, you can’t really hide such things from an elementalist.

• “I told you to be careful at the furnace!” You chided, bringing Heizou some water and medicine once you had set him onto the couch. He didn’t seem to be listening to you at all, rather just chanting that he’d be okay soon and it was nothing to worry about.

• For the rest of the night, in response to the remedy handed to him, Heizou slept soundly, wrapped in blankets. He would occasionally let out a high-pitched sneeze or chesty cough. Your worry for him acted as adrenaline, eyes fixtured onto your boyfriend.

• It was no surprise that you had gained some dark circles from the lack of sleep, but it didn’t concern you, you knew who your priority was. Heizou found you slumped against the very same armchair you sat in a day ago, dozing off.

• He giggled at you, as if he wasn’t in a worse condition prior too. Rudely interrupted from the minuscule amount of sleep you had that night, you glanced up to see him sitting on the arm of the chair, kissing your forehead from above.

• “Thank you for taking care of me, love, but it seems like you’re sick now, huh?” Heizou teased, pinching your cheeks as you swatted his hands away. The pounding headache vibrating through your brain told you that he wasn’t lying.

• “Why don’t i reciprocate the gesture?” He offered, intending to do every little thing you did to him back. After all, why should he suffer the embarrassment alone?

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r0-boat · 3 months

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uuuuuuUUUUUGH I love your pokemon stuff. It’s always so tasty!! May I please humbly ask for more nsfw crumbs of Jacq please? I just started Scarlet and not only did I fall in love with him at first sight, but also seeing that you wrote for him before had me kicking my feet ❤️💜❤️💜

Anyways, your writing is always on top!!!

-Much love from a shy pokemon lover anon❤️❤️❤️

Jacq jacq jacq! I miss him I love him I understand here you go!

Jacq shy dom/first time dom

Cw: nsfw, shitty Google Translate Spanish,

Sitting in front of your beloved boyfriend, watching him slip off his glasses, putting them on the nightstand next to the bed. His eyes meet yours; Jacq cracks a small smile, chuckling nervously. "Don't look at me like that. You're making me nervous."

You can't help but giggle in return. " Would you rather me not look at you?"

"Yes… N-no!" Jacq stumbles over his words, his mouth moving without his brain registering what he had said. He could already feel the heat of embarrassment rush to his face. "I-I mean, when you look at me with those eyes, I- it's not that I don't want to look at y-"

You cut off his shy mumbling, your lips pressing against his eyes, fluttering close, breathing deeply, your scent calming him down.

"Jacq, calm down, it's ok." Your reassuring smile definitely eased him.

" Okay, Thank you, honey." He smiles at you before his eyes trail to the sheets before he looks back up at you. Your boyfriend lowered his voice. It sounded low, husky, sexy, but you can still make out some nervousness.

"Ok, ok, I'm going to take over now. Could you lie down for me, dear?"

You obey, lying down in front of him. Jacq spreads your legs apart, making room for his body. Now that he is straddling you, he admires the sight before him. He couldn't help but have his hands wander a little, tracing every part of your skin, memorizing the beautiful body of his lover, making sure the sight of you underneath him was engraved in his brain. "You're so beautiful." Jacq purrs, looking at you with such love and his heart touching you so gently and passionately, his thumbs pressing and tweaking your nipples, occasionally gently pitching them his fingers before his hands slide downward, tracing your hips. One hand slides between your legs while the other holds your leg, giving your thigh a soft squeeze before lifting it over his shoulder. He's not quite sure what he's doing; it just felt right to do, giving him a full view of you. He practically drools at the site of your wet hole. He wasn't sure why he was getting an overwhelming urge to taste. All that he knew was that he needed his tongue inside you. But first, his fingers pressed against your entrance gently, his eyes trained on how they slowly work. You open occasionally, starting back to your face, to check and see if it was hurting you in any way, only to see your face showing nothing but wanting more. So he presses his finger deeper. His eyes trained on you, inhaling deeply when you squirm under his delicate touch. Warm walls clenching around his fingers, your cute whimpers giving him confidence to touch you more. While his fingers work you, stretching you out with each thrust, Jacq leans down to kiss you, tongue slipping into your mouth with each kiss. When he finally pulls away a trail of saliva follows. His glasses are slightly foggy. a little out of breath. He chuckles with one hand, slipping off his glasses putting them on the nightstand. He removes his fingers from you to unbuckle his belt to take off his pants. His eyes have not left you while he fiddles with his belt. Sliding off his boxers, his familiar aching cock springs free. He was only just kissing and playing with you, but his cock was already red and drooling. Jacq wanted to be inside you just as much as you wanted him."Fuck, Your so hot." He murmurs as he plays with his cock with the fingers he touched you with, hand sliding up and down as he moves it towards your entrance. You watch in anticipation that the tip kisses your hole before it starts to spear you open. Even though you've taken him before, his big size was still a tight squeeze for you. Jacq knows you always have struggled, so he goes slower, murmuring praises as he slides further inside, filling you completely.

"that's it, you can take it; I know you can."

He's addicted to how you looked underneath him. Your eyes fluttered closed at how full he made you, whimpering at his sheer size yet wiggling your hips, trying to feel more.

"I've never seen you like this; it's so cute. I think I should be dominant more often."

His fingers caress your face as he leans down to kiss you more, letting you adjust before he slowly begins to roll his hips.

"mmh…ah, Baby, you're always so tight- so good!" Feeling your walls grip around him, already milking his cock as Jacq worked his big dick in and out of you.

It didn't take long for the pain to subside in place of pure pleasure; the sound of your boyfriend's heavy breaths and whimpers only added to the tightening in your core. "Hard, Jacq, please." You moan; the way his name rolls off your tongue never fails to turn him on so fucking much. "te sientes tan bien que me estoy perdiendo."Jacq's voice shakes, burying his head into your shoulder, holding your legs down, almost folding you in half as he pounds into you. His balls, thick and heavy, slapped against your ass with each hard thrust, his cock drilling you so deep you swear you could feel it in your stomach.

Something you did not expect was Jacq becoming drunk on your tight hole, his grip on you tightening, holding you down even as you try to squirm. His nails dig into your thighs, eager to keep you in place, using you as a living fleshlight rutting into you like a wild animal. He was already close, but he needed to make you cum. He wanted to feel you.

He rolled his tongue over your earlobe, whispering, "Por favor, ven por mí. Lo necesito, necesito sentirlo."

Jacq feeling you clench around him as you cum fucks you through your orgasm, trying to chase his own. "I love you! ¡Me estoy acabando! ¡Te voy a dar todo!"

His mouth hangs open, moaning and whimpering incoherent Spanish and English, rolling his hips and milking out every last drop deep inside you until he can give no more. He lays beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. Jacq peppers your face with kisses, his fingers gently caressing your back. "Did I do okay, love?" He asks. You smile even after practically fucking you stupid your boyfriend is still so cute. You kiss his lips. "You were amazing."

#smut #pokemon jacq #Jacq x reader #Pokemon jacq x reader #pokemon x reader #Pokemon smut #pokemon scarlet and violet

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gretavanlace · 9 months

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A few days ago, I received an ask that came bearing the gift of a smutty little josh/danny/reader number. Tumblr was being a dick (what a shocker) about the length, so I couldn’t just answer to post it. I then agreed to post it later on, annnnnnd then promptly forgot because that’s just the way I’m wired. I’ve been mildly senile since birth, it seems, but eventually, I always remember (mostly). Anyway, without further ado, here is said fic.

Thank you so much, anon, I hope you’ll forgive the wait. I just know they’re going to love it! I know I did 🥵 Josh & Danny lane, grab a spoon and settle in at the table, you’re about to be fed

18+ below the cut. Completely unedited as it is not my work and therefore not my place. Warnings: plenty of them

apologies for the REALLY long ask, just had this idea

premise: you’re with Danny, but occasionally, you catch him staring at Josh with hungry, horny eyes

Warnings: anal penetration (m receiving), oral (both receiving), penetration (f receiving), “daddy” and “mama”. I think that’s all!

“Daniel?” You ask. He hums contentedly in response, not looking up from his sketchbook. “I have a question for you, my sweet boy.”

“Yes, love?” Now his eyes are on you, deep brown and trusting. You sit down next to him, close enough that there’s barely a space between you.

“Be honest with me. How long have you been thinking about fucking Josh?” you ask. His eyes widen.

“What?” he asks, immediately on the defensive. “Baby, no, I—“

“Daniel,” you snap. “I said honestly. Are you my good boy?” You know that’ll get him. Danny has a submissive streak a mile wide.

“Yes,” he says quietly.

“And do good boys lie?” You ghost your hand over his rapidly hardening cock.

“Um,” he stammers, shifting away from your touch.

“Do they?” you push again, hand groping his dick through his pants. It betrays him and he curses it under his breath.

“No, good boys don’t lie.” Danny chooses his words carefully. “I’m sorry. I won’t lie. I want Josh. I have for months. Maybe even years. I’m sorry, my queen. Please punish me.”

You grin. So the truth comes out. “I won’t punish you, baby boy. Everyone deserves a second chance, and you made the right choice. That’s my good boy.” You kiss his cheek, then stand and walk away.

“Queen?” he calls after you. “What do I do with my pitiful dick?”

You hesitate — he’s supposed to be in some trouble, so you’re not sure he should be permitted to touch himself, but you have things to do, and you don’t need whiny Daniel all over you. And you certainly will not be doing it for him. “Play with yourself, go ahead.”

You walk to the bedroom, texting Josh. “Coffee & donuts?” you ask.

“Yes! I’ll meet you in 20.”

You smile deviously. Josh has no clue the proposition you’ll bring to your innocuous breakfast date. Stepping back into the hallway, you listen to Danny finish himself off. As soon as he cums, you appear next to him. “Lick it off,” you whisper into his ear. He doesn’t hesitate to bring his fist to his mouth, cleaning it off completely. “Good boy. I’ll be back.”

A short while later, you’re sitting in a cafe across from Josh, sharing donuts and coffee. He’s as pleasant as always, smiling and laughing.

“Where’s Danny, anyway?” he finally asks.

“He’s at home. But there’s a reason for that. I have… an idea for you, Josh.” Josh raises an eyebrow, chewing his donut, nodding for you to continue. “I know you’ve seen the way Danny’s eyes linger on you. On your lips, your crotch.” Josh doesn’t react to this. “I want to give him everything he wants, and he wants you. Will you have him, for just one night?”

Josh considers it. “Yeah, okay,” he says evenly. “But I do have a request.”

“Anything,” you say.

“I want you there too.” Josh smiles.

You grin. “That sounds perfect. Tonight?” Josh nods.

“Are you going to tell him?” You consider the question. He might back out if he has too much time to mull it over, you think.

“No.” He nods again. “Be there at 9:00. I’ll tell him then, and if you don’t get a text by 9:15, you can leave.”

“That sounds good” Josh agrees. He stands to hug you, kissing your cheek. “Love you,” he adds.

Later that evening, you’re preparing Daniel. It’s 8:45 or so, and you know Josh will be there soon.

“Danny?” you call from the bedroom. “Could you come here and fasten this for me?” You’re staring at yourself in the mirror, holding a strap from your favorite lingerie. Sure, you could do it yourself. But there’s no fun in that. You hear his footsteps in the hall, then the sharp intake of breath when he sees you.

“Baby,” he grins, walking to you. “What’s all this for?” he takes the strap from your hand and fastens it, then pulls you into him. You can feel his stiff cock through his jeans, poking you.

“I want you,” you answer simply. You turn toward him, cupping his face with one hand, and his dick with the other. Dropping to your knees, you take your sweet time undoing his belt, the button and zipper. You pull down his pants, eyeing his monster cock through the gray boxer briefs. You pull them down, cock springing free, and immediately take it into your mouth. He puts his hand in your hair, but knows better than to pull your head into him, or to thrust. He may be receiving the pleasure, but make no mistakes, you’re in charge.

“Thank you,” he says, like the good boy he is. You work down his shaft, taking it all in, drinking him down. “You make me feel so good.” You ignore his praise, focusing on making him feel even better. His fingers curl around your hair, tugging, and you smile, sucking him down, giving the sloppiest, most knee buckling head you can muster. “Oh, fuck,” he moans. “I’m close already.” You nod — you know. “Please, is it okay? Can I cum, please?” You nod around him, and in seconds, thick hot ropes of cum are shooting down your throat. You hold him there, close to you, grabbing his ass. “Mmm, fuck,” he says again. “Thank you.” You release him and swallow, and he offers his hand, helping you up. He kisses you, warm lips on yours soft as can be, brushing your hair back behind your ear.

“You’re so good for me,” you say into the kiss. “Aren’t you good for me? Tell me.”

“I’m good for you,” repeats Danny obediently.

“That’s right.” You kiss him again, eyeing the clock. 9:03. Okay. Go time. “Am I good for you, Danny?”

“Yes, yes, you’re so good for me!” he agrees. You smile.

“You wanna know how good I am?” you ask. He nods, looking at you expectantly. “Josh is waiting outside right now. You say the word, and he comes in here. We’ll both give you the time of your life.” Danny thinks it over, considering the possibility. He wants Josh. He does. Just once, really, he just wants to feel Josh, to see him and taste him. You can see him trying to decide, and judging by his cock growing between you, you think he wants it, but something is holding him back. “No tricks. No strings. I see the way you look at him.” You say. “I love you, and I want to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

“I want him,” Danny admits, breathing hard.

“Then let me tell him.” You slide your phone out of your pocket and send Josh a text, telling him to come up.

Danny looks at you. “Are there any rules?” he asks.

“No, baby. Your only rule is to feel good.” You kiss his neck, and Danny shivers.

It’s then that you hear Josh’s footsteps in the hallway, and pull back, letting Daniel see him as he steps into the room. Suddenly, he goes shy, burying his face into your neck.

“Hello Daniel” Josh smiles.

“Baby?” you ask. “You okay? What’s your color?”

“Green,” Danny confirms with a shaky breath. “May I… may I taste him?”

“You ask him that, baby.”

Before Danny even gets the chance to ask, Josh is answering. “Yes,” he says. He pulls Daniel close and kisses him, hands in his long curly hair. “She’s right,” Josh agrees. “You are such a good boy.” Daniel whines into his kiss, his hand reaching down to touch Josh’s crotch. He’s pleasantly surprised to find Josh already hard, palming him through his sweatpants.

“I want to taste it,” Danny says.

“Then do it,” answers Josh. “Go ahead. This is all for you, Daniel, you get everything you want tonight.” Danny is on his knees in a flash, pulling Josh’s pants down, straight to the ankles. He marvels at Josh’s cock for a minute, thicker than he could’ve imagined, long and hard. He hesitates, then opens his mouth, wrapping it around the head of Josh’s dick. The moment he feels Joshua’s warm skin in his mouth, the taste of him all around, he moans. You’re watching your boyfriend suck dick like he’s done it a thousand times, taking Josh’s whole length into his mouth. Josh thrusts into him once, gently, and Danny whines, nodding.

You lay back on the bed, watching, and reach to the nightstand for a little pleasure of your own.

“Good boy,” you tell Danny, who looks to you, moaning again, and returns to feasting on Josh’s cock like a starving man.

Josh smiles, petting Danny’s hair, letting him take it slow and enjoy himself. It was all for him, after all. Josh didn’t care if he didn’t even cum, though he knew he likely would, and soon, the way Danny was going. “You feel so good, Danny, you’re a natural,” praises Josh.

“Wanna make you feel good,” Danny pants.

“You’re doing so good,” Josh tells him.

Danny nods. “Wanna make you cum. Will you cum for me? Wanna taste it.” He’s whining, chest rising and falling dramatically.

“I’ll cum for you,” Josh says. “You feel so fucking good I won’t be able help it.” Danny nods, his warm mouth around Josh’s warm cock. “I’m gonna cum, Daniel, fuck. Do you want it in your mouth? On your chest?” Danny’s whining loudly, panting, taps his chest.

“Chest,” he pants. “Rain on me, please. My chest, my face, everywhere.” Danny goes back to his work on Josh’s dick, when it pulls out with a pop and Josh moans, cock spitting all over Daniel, on his face, dripping down his chin to his muscular pecs.

“FUCK,” Josh says. Danny’s licking his lips, searching for another drop of Josh’s perfect cum. “Mm, here baby,” Josh swipes up some from Danny’s chest, putting his fingers into Daniel’s mouth, feeding him the cum. “Here, good boy.”

You take it all in, pleasuring yourself all the time.

Danny turns his head to look at you. “No rules?” he asks again.

“No rules,” you confirm.

Danny looks at Josh, eyes wide and pleading. “Fuck me. Fuck my hole please and use me.”

Josh’s eyes widen, and he turns to you, seeking permission. You nod.

“Anything for you,” Josh answers.

“Baby?” Danny asks, looking at you.

“Yes, my sweet boy?”

“Will you come over here? I want you to take care of my cock while I take his, please.” There is a fire in his eyes, and you couldn’t so much as imagine saying no, not the way he looks.

Josh smiles at him. “God, you’re fucking filthy.” He puts a hand on Danny’s shoulder and guides him to the bed, where he gestures for him to lay down. Danny props himself up on all fours on top of you, hovering just above you with his ass ready to take Josh’s thick length.

Danny looks at you. His eyes are full of love, trust, and adoration. “Thank you, baby,” he says, leaning up to kiss you. You kiss him, amazed at all the beauty happening around you. It’s amazing to see Josh look after Danny the way he does, treating him gently, with gentle, intuitive touches of someone who’s done it a thousand times.

“Lube?” Josh asks. You reach over to the nightstand, fumbling around until you feel it, then handing it over. Josh pours a good amount onto Danny’s hole, coating his finger in it also. “We’ll start slow” he tells Danny, swirling his finger around the tight entrance. “You’re tight, baby, that’ll feel so nice.” He praises, and you watch Danny’s face light up, then immediately turn to a blissful, erotic expression that can only mean Josh has begun to ease his finger into Danny. “Aren’t you a good boy,” Josh hums.

You spit into your hand, eager to get in on the action, and wrap your fist around it, pumping slowly, from end to end just the way he likes. “Does that feel good, baby?” you ask, sitting up to whisper into his ear. He nods, whining with pleasure.

“You’re so eager,” Josh remarks. “Taking me in all the way, are you ready for more?”

Danny, eyes closed, cries back “yes sir, fuck, yes daddy.” His eyes shoot open a second, realizing what he’s said, looking at you for approval.

“No rules means no rules,” you assure him, trying not to reveal just how hot and bothered it got you, the way it sounded coming out of his mouth. Josh slips another finger in, sending Daniel rocketing forward into you. You keep a steady hand on his cock and move your hand from his back to offer your breast. He takes it gratefully, suckling and biting at your nipple with each stretching push from Josh. You put your hand back on Danny’s back, gently scratching. He thrusts his hips, asking for you to stroke his cock, and you happily oblige.

“You ready, baby doll?” asks Josh. Danny nods, and cries out, feeling so empty when Josh takes his fingers out. Just as quickly as he’d taken his fingers out, he replaces them with the tip of his cock, pushing in slowly, steadily. “If you need me to stop, just tell me” Josh reminds him.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, please” Danny begs.

“Okay, darling, okay. Calm down. Daddy’s a good listener too, just like you.” Josh’s words, so reassuring, and yet, pure filth spewing from his mouth, make you smile.

Danny’s warm mouth finds your shoulder this time, and you slide down, giving your shoulder to him to bite while Josh stretches him further. He obliges, kissing it at first but wrapping his mouth around it and biting the closer Josh gets to bottoming out. You take your hand off of his cock to collect some of your dripping wetness, wrapping your sloppy soaked hand back around him. “You feel that, baby? That’s all from you two boys, such good boys, you did that.”

Danny nods, biting you again, moaning as you pump his cock. Josh bottoms out, and the tears in Danny’s eyes fall. “Fuck,” he says. “Fuck, this feels so fucking good.” His cock twitches in your hand, revealing how close he was. “Stop,” he said, and the room stilled.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Yes,” he breathes. “I want to fuck you, please, can I?” he asks, eyes pleading. “Please, let me finish in you.” You smile, feeling around for a condom, rolling it onto his aching, impossibly hard cock. “Thank you, baby,” he breathes. You situate yourself underneath of him, sliding his dick into your soaking wet cunt, where it belongs. You feel yourself wrap around him immediately, taking him.

“Okay,” he says. “Go again.” Josh thrusts, slowly, but the force is enough to send Danny’s cock full force into you, not quite to the hilt but damn close. You moan, reaching for Danny’s back, scratching as the pleasure rides across you. As Josh picks up speed, so do Danny’s thrusts into you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” he cries. “Please, fuck, can I cum?”

Before you can open your mouth, Josh says “no.” Danny hesitates. “Hold on just a little longer, please,” and it’s then that both of you realize how close Josh is too.

“Oh, fuck, yes sir, I want to feel you fill my hole with cum while I cum, please daddy,” Danny says. Josh nods, biting his lip, thrusting harder. You’re not quite there, but that’s alright — it was Danny’s night, after all.

“Okay,” Josh says, nodding, his voice more of a cry than anything. “I’m— I’m gonna—“

“Me too,” Danny says, and you feel him let go inside of you a second later. “FUCK,” he roars, grinding and gnashing through his orgasm. “Fuck, holy fucking, fuck, thank you, thank you Josh, thank you Daddy, fuck, thank you, baby thank you thank you thank you,” he whines, almost incoherent as he comes down from his orgasmic high. He’s collapsed on top of you, dick still buried deep inside.

“Okay, baby,” Josh soothes. “I’m gonna take it out now, are you ready?”

Danny nods, bracing himself against you. You feel him relax as Josh slides it out, takes the condom off and ties it, to be thrown away.

“You ready to take it out?” you ask. Daniel pouts.

“You didn’t finish,” he says.

Before you can remind him that this was his night, Josh pipes up. “Yet. She didn’t come yet. Josh lays down next to you on the bed. “Remember how I said I wanted you here, doll?” You shiver at the implication. “Daniel, darling, she was so good, wasn’t she?”

Danny nods. “The fucking best.”

“Don’t you think she deserves to cum?” Again, Daniel nods. Josh looks at you.

“How do you want to cum, baby? Tell us how we can please you.” You feel so warm, basking in the sunshine of Josh’s gentle, sexy ways. You think it over; Josh has had two orgasms, and so has Danny. You want to try Josh’s cock on for size, see how it feels, how it fills you up. “Stop thinking,” Josh snaps, and fuck, it’s even sexier than sweet, loving Josh. “You said no rules, and that applies to you too. No rules. Don’t worry about us. How do you want to cum?” You bite your lip.

“I want you to fuck me,” you finally answer. “And when you come inside me, I want Danny to lick our cum up off of my cunt.”

Josh smiles. “You heard the girl, Daniel.” He nods, finally pulling himself out of you, and kissing your forehead.

“I love you,” he says, getting up.

“Watch,” you speak suddenly, surprising even yourself. “I watched you blow him, and you fucked me while he fucked you. Now I want you to watch him fuck me.” Danny nods.

“Yes, my queen,” he answers. He kneels on the ground, staring at you as Josh lines himself up with you.

“You ready, mama?” asks Josh. Mama. Oh, fuck.

“Yes,” you answer. He slips in easily; you’re still soaked.

“Filthy girl,” he growls in your ear. “You’re dripping.”

“Yes,” you answer breathlessly. He fills you up, but you want more. You want him to fuck you, the sensitive head of his cock crashing against your g spot. “Please,” you ask, snaking your legs around his small body. “Fuck me.”

Josh smiles. “You hear that, Daniel? Your lover is begging me to fuck her,” he says.

“Give her what she wants,” Danny says, his voice strained in a way that tells you he’d have been capable of finishing you himself. Instead, he’s toying with his own red, hard cock

Josh starts to thrust, and you’re taken immediately by it. It’s intoxicating, so big and thick, and you can’t believe how fucking good he feels.

“Feels good, doesn’t it mama?” asks Josh.

“Cocky son of a bitch you are,” you pant back.

“You can call me daddy too, if you want,” Josh offers with false innocence, that devilish grin showing back up. Fuck, your legs are shaking.

“Mama and daddy,” you chuckle. “My my.” Just as you’re about to make another smartass remark, he thrusts again, taking your breath away. “FUCK, Josh,” you cry out. “I’m… I’m close, Josh, please,” you tell him.

“I know,” he says, but his tone isn’t the cool and calm one he’d been going for; it betrays just how close he is too.

“Fuck me,” you say, shamelessly grinding into him. He listens, bucking into you erratically. “Oh, fuck,” you say. “I can’t wait, I’m cumming, fuck,” you tell him.

“I’m cumming,” he assures you, and you feel his heat fill you as you let go. He gives an animalistic growl at the way your pussy thumps wrapped around him. “Fuck,” he says.

A shadow looms above you. Danny.

“My turn,” he says. Josh rolls over and Danny grabs his hair. “Taste me,” he tells Josh, feeding him the cum from his fist.

“Thank you,” Josh says. He licks it off, swallowing it all.

Danny lays on the bed, spreading your legs. With the first warm embrace of his tongue, you already know you won’t last long. He feels so good, and the little moans he’s making as he tastes your cum and Josh’s drive you crazy.

“You taste so good,” he tells you.

“You feel even better,” you answer. “You’re such a good boy.” He’s sweating, licking and suckling at your cunt, your aching clit, like he’ll die without it. “Oh fuck,” you manage. “Right there, fuck. I want your fingers.” He slides them in, curling around your g-spot. “Fuck, oh god, Danny,” you’re all but screaming now. “I’m gonna squirt, fuck,” and this is all the encouragement he needs to get you there. You’re gushing around him in a minute, blinded by white hot orgasm. You feel your hands in his hair as you come down, and realize he’s licking the squirt off of you.

“Josh,” he says. “Come taste,” and Josh does, taking Danny’s place for a moment. His lips and tongue are cooler than Danny’s, and you squirm.

“He’s right, darling, you taste divine,” Josh says. “Would you like a taste?” You nod, so he comes up to give you a kiss. You taste yourself on his breath, just the way he said you would.

He situates himself next to you, not minding the wet spot for even a second.

“Thank you” Daniel says from the other side of you. “Both of you, thank you.”

“I love you,” you tell him, turning your head for a kiss.

“Let’s get cleaned up, loves” Josh soothes. He gets up and helps you to your feet first, shuffling the first few steps to the shower with you before going back for Danny. You wince, knowing Danny’s going to be sore, and start the water to clean you all up.

You spend the night between Josh and Danny, snuggling, safe and comfortable, and so fulfilled.

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heartmate

☾ Summary: Satoru entertains you coming up with an unconventional nickname. ☾ Characters: Gojo Satoru x reader ☾ Word count: 700 ☾ Content warning: none ☾ A/N: Just a little something I came up with.

There were few things in this world that made you feel safe and comfortable – like lying on your boyfriend’s lap, his fingers gently running through your hair and massaging your scalp. It happened to be one of your ‘guilty pleasure’ pastimes, as you liked to call it. Sometimes you would talk to Satoru, he would talk to you – about trivial matters, about everything under the sun. Other times, no words were needed. It was enough to be in each other’s presence, basking in bliss and tranquility that were granted to the both of you in that moment.

It wasn’t so different now. Your head rested on his lap. Other than the occasional rustling of you or him moving around, it was silent.

That was until you audibly gasped and raised your head from his lap, slapping your hand in front of your mouth to cover it. It was safe to say that your actions left Satoru visibly confused. A frown spread on his face as his worry grew. “Something wrong?” he asked. He would be there if anything was worrying you.

However, this was not the case.

“Nothing. Just a random thought about something and it suddenly made sense,” you stressed. Your vague response did not help ease his worries at all… until he noticed that your breathing was normal, no beads of sweat or anything that pointed to anxiety. It wasn’t until he relaxed his shoulders that he noticed they were tense. “What makes sense?” he asked as he gently pushed you back down to lie on his lap.

“I’m your heartmate.” You stared at him as if you had just said the most natural thing in the world.

Satoru’s ears perked up and he was waiting for you to elaborate, but as he realized that wasn’t going to happen, he had to dig further to satisfy his curiosity. “‘Heartmate’? Don’t you mean ‘soulmate’?”

Yet, you confidently corrected him, “No, I meant heartmate. I am your heartmate, Satoru.”

The white-haired man looked deep in thought for a moment. No matter how random thoughts and ideas seemed to be at times, he would entertain them without hesitation. It was one of the things you loved dearly about him.

Despite him arguably being one of the smartest people – if he wanted to – you knew, he couldn’t get behind your train of thought. It was kind of funny to see. “I’m not sure I follow. Please explain to me. If you’re not my soulmate, then… does that mean I don’t have a soulmate?”

“No, no. You do. I am sure that it’s Suguru,” you began, “You guys are like, two kindred souls to each other.”

“We fought a lot,” your boyfriend countered, anticipating your next step. Even so, you could easily deliver another argument. “And it was never that serious, even if it was physical at some point. Or was it? In the end you still put trust into him.”

You had a point, he thought. Between him and Suguru, fights never got too serious. It might have seemed like it sometimes but the two of them would always snap back almost instantly. It was just how their dynamic was; two pendulums swinging back and forth. And at some point, they would meet in the middle again. Satoru nodded in acknowledgement. “So, if he was my soulmate... what makes you my ‘heartmate’? Now you’ve made me curious and I have to know.”

“Well, thank you for asking. I was waiting already,” you laughed. You looked into his eyes and grinned. Sheepish as you were, you explained to him, “It’s because I’m the resident who occupies your heart now. And you better not kick me out.”

It was his turn to laugh – and it was a mellow laugh. There was something about you that made him feel so alive, peaceful and excited to see what the future would bring. He was confident that if you were by his side, nothing could stop him. You were the treasure he needed to keep safe, especially now that you had declared yourself the occupant of his heart. Not that it was wrong to begin with.

And yet he teased you, “I suppose that’s true. Maybe I should start charging rent…”

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fan-fantasies · 2 years

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Falling into Place

A/N: thank you so much to everyone reading my Eddie pieces and for requesting a second part! Not gonna lie, my mental health is taking a dip at the moment so please bear with me if I’m absent a little bit going forward. As always, please reblog and comment 😊

Part two of “We Aren’t Friends.”

Pairing: Eddie x Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drug use

You handed in your project to your teacher the next day, having stayed up all night finishing it. You actually finished it not too long after Eddie left but you weren’t able to fall asleep so you just kept trying to touch it up.

“And Eddie actually helped you?” The teacher asked, rightfully suspicious of the two time senior.

“Yeah, we met up every day actually to work on it. He was a big help.” Not a complete lie.

“I’ll have the grade back to you by the end of the week then. Good job, (Y/N).” You just simply smiled and went back to your seat.

Eddie walked in only moments later and his eyes found yours out of habit. You quickly looked away, fidgeting with the pencil on your notebook. You didn’t noticed how the boy sighed and trudged to his seat not far from your own. You thought he might say something to you and you were disappointed when he didn’t.

You swore the class would never end. You could feel Eddie’s stare burning a hole into the back of your head, but you refused to turn around and acknowledge him. Pretend like the other didn’t exist, that’s what you had said.

But maybe you were regretting it. You wanted to talk to your fluffy haired friend, but you weren’t friends anymore, we’re you? Not thanks to you.

After an excruciating hour, the bell finally rang. You grabbed your things and sprinted out of the room before everyone else. You knew people were staring at you but you didn’t care.

Lunch was the period you were dreading most. Eddie usually put on a little performance or speech and you didn’t want to watch today. You decided to take solace in your car, picking apart your food that you weren’t really hungry for.

You happened to look out your window and saw Chrissy heading back into the school. You didn’t think she drove so you were curious. You looked to where she was heading from and saw Eddie hopping out of his van. You rolled your eyes- of course, had to sneak away for a quickie during school.

He took a minute before heading back to school grounds, looking across the lot. His eyes locked with yours and he instantly froze. You shook your head and looked away, putting your lunch back in your bag. Against your better judgement, you turned on the ignition and drove off. You had never skipped school before but it was much needed.

The rest of the week you managed to avoid Eddie fairly well. You only saw him in class, and occasionally in the halls, choosing to eat your lunch in the library. Things were getting a little easier for you day by day, but the same couldn’t be said for Eddie.

He was mad, mostly at himself. He was mad that he blew you off in the lunch room that day but he was even more angry at the fact that he let himself feel hope- hope that he had made a new friend and hope that there may be something more there. But with the way you cut him off, he knew he was entirely wrong.

“Dude, you have to stop sulking!” Dustin whined before their campaign was set to begin. “She’s just a girl.”

“How would you feel if Suzie broke up with you?” Eddie asked, annoyed with the freshman.

“But she didn’t break up with you. You weren’t even dating,” Lucas told him.

“I do not need to be lectured by freshman right now!” Eddie ran his ringed fingers through his hair. The younger boys shut up, but not before mumbling something about Eddie being whipped and royally fucking up.

Eddie even complained to Chrissy about it- telling her they had to be more careful about meeting up because it upset you. They decided it would be best if he would just leave her purchase somewhere for her to grab, her doing the same with his money. She didn’t want to be seen either, her little problem needing to stay a secret.

That Friday, you were counting down the minutes until you got to leave for the weekend. You were hoping everything would go off without a hitch but it was never that simple.

“(Y/N), Eddie, I need to see you after class.” You finally dared to look at Eddie for the first time that week. He was already staring at you and gave you a sad smile. You turned back around with a sigh. The minutes ticked by as your anxiety rose more and more. Once the bell rang, you found yourself standing in front of your teacher, next to Eddie, close enough to almost touch.

“I just wanted to tell the two of you how fantastic your project was. And Eddie, (Y/N) assured me that you helped out and I’m very proud of you. You two make a great pair,” she said. You did your best to muster up a fake smile but Eddie seemed genuinely pleased. “Alright, off to your next class.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you said quietly. You left the room quickly, but Eddie’s long strides were no match for you.

“Can you please wait?” He asked, grabbing your hand to stop you.

“I don’t have time, Eddie. I have to get to class,” you protested.

“Considering you skipped the whole second half of the day earlier this week, I think you can handle being a few minutes late.”

“Oh fuck off, that was a one time thing,” you scoffed.

“Like us?” He asked.

“What do you mean ‘like us’?”

“Like, was our friendship just a one time thing? Because I really don’t want it to be. I miss you,” he almost whispered. He fiddled with his rings nervously waiting for you to respond.

“I miss you too,” you admitted for the first time openly. He looked up with a hopeful smile. “But that doesn’t change anything. I’m sorry.”

You ran to the bathroom before he could say anything else. You had convinced yourself you were too different to be real friends and your feelings may have scared you a little bit. A noise in the stall behind you scared you even more though, causing you to jump.

“Oh hey, (Y/N), right?” Chrissy asked. Of course she’d be in there.

“Chrissy.” You gave a curt nod and decided it would be best to find somewhere else to hide. As you made a beeline for the door, her voice stopped you.

“I’m not involved with Eddie!” She said quickly. You turned around, shocked.

“Excuse me?”

“I just wanted you to know, he and I are strictly business. But don’t tell anyone!”

“Um sure?” You were confused why she even cared.

“It’s just… he’s been miserable lately and he kinda told me you were upset because you thought he and I were a thing. He’s a good guy and he deserves to be happy. And so do you.” You never expected those words to come from her mouth.

“Well thanks, I guess.” She smiled at you softly before exiting the bathroom ahead of you. You sat there for a minute to gather your thoughts.

Did this really change anything? He still blew you off in the lunch room and for a drug deal. You were acquaintances and nothing more. But you felt more. And maybe so did he. There was only one way to find out. Ask him.

But you weren’t up for that. Not yet. You needed to take the weekend to process everything and make a decision. You just had to make it through the rest of the day.

You decided to eat lunch in the cafeteria, needing the noise of the crowd to drown your thoughts. Eddie was perched at the head of his club’s table and he stopped talking the minute he saw you come in. His friends followed his gaze and just sighed, wishing for the misery to end.

You sat with your usual group, most of whom were busy studying for exams. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Eddie. He kept looking at you as well and it made you nervous. You began to play with your bottom lip, chewing on your nails every now and again.

“She looks like she wants to say something to me, right?” Eddie asked no one in particular.

“Pretty sure if she wanted to talk to you she would,” Mike said. Eddie glared at him. “You asked!”

“Why does she keep staring at me then?” The guys looked at each other and started to snicker and laugh. “Okay don’t answer that. Assholes.”

He suddenly got tense, seeing you rise from your seat. You walked toward him, eyes locked on his. His heart began to race and he wiped his sweaty palms on his ripped jeans.

Just as he thought you were about to stop and talk to him, you just walked right past. You were close enough that he could smell your sweet shampoo and perfume. He had teased you once about smelling too girly but secretly he loved it, especially when it would linger on his jacket after you borrowed it in the chilly library a few times.

“Ouch, that was harsh,” Dustin mumbled. Eddie watched as you exited the cafeteria, just before the bell rang.

You had every intention of going up to Eddie and talking to him. Just to say hi even. But as you got closer, you were worried he would shrug you off again and you couldn’t deal with that. You’d have to muster up the courage to talk to him some other time.

The rest of the day flew by and you wanted nothing more than to race home and lock the door to the world for a few days. You practically ran to your car but stopped when you noticed a piece of paper on your windshield. You carefully grabbed it and opened it up. Inside the words “tomorrow night?” were sloppily written.

You checked the backside and the front again to make sure there was no other message. Tomorrow night what? It made no sense.

You looked around and, upon seeing no one, shoved the paper in your bag and got in your car. Maybe someone placed it there by mistake or it was a really bad joke. Or maybe someone was going to murder you the following evening. No one could know for sure.

You weren’t particularly worried and your parents were gone for the weekend so you had the house to yourself to relax and do whatever you wanted. And all you wanted to do was relax, listen to some music, and watch your favorite movies.

So when the next night rolled around, you had completely forgotten about the weird note on your car. You snuggled into bed somewhat early, curling up with your most recent choice of novel. You were lost in your fantasy world when you heard a soft tapping. You ignored it until it got louder.

Your book was tossed across the room as you screamed, seeing a face peering in from your window. He looked apologetic, and motioned for you to open up.

“I do have a front door, you know!” You yelled as Eddie climbed into your room.

“Didn’t you get my note?” He asked.

“That was you? How was I supposed to know that meant you’d be trying to break into my house!” He looked terribly confused.

“It should have said ‘I’ll be at your window tomorrow night at 8.’ Did it not?” He asked.

“Uh no. Did you not write your own note?”

“I’m gonna kill him. I may have been running short on time so I asked Henderson to write it and stick it on your car which was apparently a mistake,” he sighed. Both of you stood in an awkward silence, neither of you knowing what to say.

“Soooo what’s the reason you’re stalking me again?” You finally asked. He let out a snort.

“I guess I kinda am, huh?” He laughed. “I just really miss you.”

“Maybe we’ll get paired up on another project before we graduate. She seemed to like how we worked together,” you suggested.

“You know that’s not what I meant. I really thought we were friends,” he said.

“I thought so too until I was blown off twice in one day. And Chrissy already told me you two aren’t involved, so save me that speech. Not like I’d care,” you scoffed, trying to play it off like you weren’t jealous.

“She did? Well it’s true, she’s just a client. And I regret blowing you off in the cafeteria. It was a mistake. I just wanted to protect you,” he said.

“Protect me from what?”

“The crooked stares. The bullying. The judgement for being friends with the freak.” You sighed and sat on your bed, patting the spot next to you which he gladly took.

“You’re not a freak. It was my decision in the first place to be seen with you. I don’t give a shit what anyone has to say about you and besides, we graduate in a few months anyway. They’ll go on to lead incredibly mediocre lives and you’ll be some rockstar somewhere.”

A huge smile broke out over Eddie’s face and you couldn’t help but smile too.

“I also may have over-reacted a bit. It’s just- it would be easier if we went back to pretending like the other doesn’t exist.”

“I’ve always known you existed,” he mumbled.

“No, I know-”

“No, you don’t.” He played with his rings nervously as you waited for him to explain. “I may have asked for you to be my partner on this project. The teacher came to me and asked who I thought could actually help me and I chose you.”

“That’s very nice, Eddie. Thank you for thinking I’m smart.” He reached over slowly and grabbed your hand. When you didn’t pull away, he continued.

“It’s not just because you’re smart. You’re gorgeous and likable. You’re soft and sweet. You’re everything I’m not and I thought the only way I’d ever get to talk to you was if we absolutely had to. So I may have let my little crush help sway my decision,” he admitted. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and you didn’t know what to say. With every passing second, Eddie regretted what he said more and more.

“I’ve always admired you.”

“Why?” He didn’t believe that he was admirable at all.

“Because you’re so confident and loud. You’re hilarious and don’t take anyone’s shit. You’re everything I’m not,” you said with a smile.

“I’m not as confident as you think. Didn’t even have the balls to ask out the girl I like,” he chuckled.

“Why not give it a try?” You asked quietly. You bit your lip and looked up at him. His grip on your hand tightened and he took a deep breath.

“Would you maybe want to go out with me?”

“I would love to,” you answered. “And I don’t give a fuck what anyone has to say about it.”

Eddie jumped off of your bed and did a dance around your room. You just smiled and shook your head at him.

“Just one request!” He stopped dancing and looked at you. “Please just use the front door from now on.”

He practically pounced on you, pushing you back onto the bed. He peppered your face with kisses through your giggles.

“Now what’s the fun in that, princess?” He placed a sweet kiss on your lips and it felt like everything was falling into place.

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Fairytale

Series Warnings: Language, fake relationship, lying, drinking, major depressive disorder, mommy issues. Mentions of occasionally sexual interactions/ wording. Maybe eventual smut. Individual chapter warnings will appear as needed. Spelling and Grammatical errors like always.

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Chapter 10: Forgiving Weddings

Austin and yourself reached IHOP after some time. You got a table ready for three and just waited for your sister to show up. You didn’t know if she was going to show up by herself… or if your parents were going to show up as well. Her soon-to-be husband could be coming. Hell, your whole family can be showing up at this point.

You swirled the straw along your drink in nerves. The ice hit against the glass with every swirl your straw made. You let out a huff and let go of the straw before looking outside. What if it was a lie? What if she doesn’t show up at all?

“Sweetheart,” Austin’s voice pulled you away from the window. Your eyes quickly from his blue ones and you smiled softly. “She’ll be here.”

“I know I know… I just can’t help but think otherwise.” You said with a sad voice.

“Your mother said she’ll make sure she’s here.” He tried to ease your worries. You nodded slowly and pressed your head against his shoulder. That almost confirmed that your mother was going to be here, and you didn’t know if you really wanted her to be.

You turned your head back over to the window and waited for her car to pull up. Seconds soon turned to minutes, and those minutes made you suffer. Your stomach boiled with nerves and you felt as if you were going to throw up. All you wanted to do was go back to the hotel and hide under the covers.

A very similar black car pulled into the parking lot. You knew it was your sister's by the stickers that littered her back window. Yet, right behind her another familiar car pulled one. What was your brother doing here? You nudged Austin with your elbow and pointed toward the vehicles.

“That’s my sister… and my brother. Why is he here?” You turned to Austin for an answer, though all he gave you was a shrug of his shoulders. You gave him an annoyed face and just shook your head. “Go meet them by the door please?”

“Of course,” he nodded and kissed your cheek before getting up. Now you were just left with your worried thoughts. At least your mother wasn’t here. That was a positive. You just didn’t know why your brother was here. He wasn’t even thought about. Well, you thought about it at the beginning. Yet, there was no point for him. Unless he came to rub it in your face-

“Y/n,” your head turned quickly at the sound and saw Kenzie. You smiled as you got up from the table and hugged her.

“What are you doing here?�� You questioned as she returned your hug.

“I’m here to help,” she said with a smile. You pulled away and gave her a thankful smile. Everyone made their way over and sat down. Your sister was across from you and next to her sat your brother and Kenzie. Austin sat right next to you.

“Let’s order the drinks and food first, then we’ll talk?” You suggested as you looked at Amelia who just held a cold stare. Yet, she nodded slightly giving you your answer. The waitress came around after a bit and you guys ordered the rest of the drinks and your meals. That was the easy part… now you just had to explain.

“Amelia… I… I really am sorry. I didn’t think you would find out.”

“Of course you didn’t. You must think I’m so dumb.” She rolled her eyes in annoyance. You let out a sigh and felt Austin’s hand land on your thigh.

“Look… it all started innocently. I just… I got to this really deep dark place in my life. I didn’t want to do anything. I just wanted to stay home and suffer.” You started to explain. Amelia’s expression softened lightly. “It started a bit after I moved away. At first, I thought I was homesick… but it just turned out I was just experiencing the realization. It sent me through this depression, which I’m still working through.”

“I didn’t know that… I didn’t know you even had depression.” Amelia spoke up with a soft voice. You gave her a sympathetic smile and shrugged it off.

“No one besides myself and my therapist knew. Then Austin found out… and now you guys know.”

“I’m sorry…” Amelia said softly.

“You have nothing to be sorry about. I caused this whole big mess. If I was just honest with you guys none of this would have happened.”

“Why didn’t you say anything when Amelia told you to bring him? That he was Nic’s best man.” Maxwell butted into the conversation.

“Because of that. She asked me to bring him, and she made sure I would bring him by stating he was the best man. So, the plan was to just find someone. I couldn’t use any of my friends and well… Austin was an old friend. He didn’t have to agree with it, but he did and I am forever grateful for that.”

“And now you two are in love,” Kenzie said with a smile on her face. You nodded slowly and looked at Austin.

“Yeah,” you said softly. Austin looked at you and smiled. There was just something about his look that told you that he loved you. That he was in love with you too. You turned your head back at Amelia. “I wanted to tell you last night, but you just stormed off.”

“I’m sorry… I should’ve stayed and listened to you.” Amelia said with a frown.

“You don’t have to be sorry, I promise. I just… I didn’t want something like this to ruin your special day.”

“Eventually we would’ve told everyone the truth. We didn’t want to be that couple who had a fake four years of their relationship. Because then marriage would’ve been pushed. We’ve only been together… for almost a month at this point.” Austin spoke up. You nodded agreeing with him.

Amelia and Maxwell shared a look between the both of them. You rolled your eyes as you knew what was about to happen. It was that shared look two siblings shared when their other sibling got into a relationship.

“Well, Austin. Trust me when I say… if you do anything to break our sister's heart… let alone make her cry. We will be sure you won’t see the sun anymore.” Maxwell threatened.

“Maxwell!” You gasped.

“It’s fine,” Austin chuckled lightly, “I would never dream about hurting, Y/n. She’s everything I ever wanted and more.” The three girls were awed at Austin’s comment. You found yourself melting against his side.

Soon the food came to the table and you all ate. It was Amelia’s last day before she got married. You were happy to be spending it with her and your siblings, along with Kenzie and Austin. It was like you felt all those adverse effects of depression fly away.

Of course, it wasn’t that easy. You never really get cured of depression. You just get better at handling it. You didn’t know how easy it felt when you were surrounded by people who loved you. Maybe it was time to move back home. Be the aunt who can babysit her brother’s baby. Be the sister Amelia needs. But… you didn’t want to leave Austin.

That was something to worry about later on. You have to take it one day at a time. If not, you would start to worry. Especially if you decided to move back home… and Austin didn’t want to.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

The day came quicker than expected. It seemed like you had just landed with Austin, and now your sister was getting married. You just knew that this was going to be the longest day. You were already at her house with the other members of the bridal party. The boys were over at your parent’s house getting ready.

It was about six in the morning and we were all up and running around. The wedding was scheduled for eleven. You ran the brush loosely through the tight curls. You hummed along to the music and smoothed out Amelia’s hair. She wanted glam, yet with a soft approach. She wanted to make sure all eyes were on her but also didn’t want to look like a slut.

“There you go,” you smiled and looked at Amelia through the mirror. She looked up from her phone and smiled. She turned her head from side to side, making sure to look at every angle.

“It’s perfect, I love it.” She complimented your handy work. You nodded softly and walked away so that she could get her makeup together. You pushed out of her little makeup room and made your way down the hall.

Those same feelings you felt back at the bridal store you were feeling all over again. You couldn’t let your mother just control you like this. You couldn’t let her get to you anymore. You were going to get married. In all honesty, you wished it would be with Austin. Was it wrong to think that though? It was so early in your relationship. Maybe it was because you were getting older.

You reached the bathroom and closed the door behind you. You let out a sigh and looked at yourself in the mirror. You had five hours until you had to get the the venue. Five hours to in your thoughts. You were watching everyone run around getting ready. It stressed you out. You couldn’t even imagine what your sister was feeling.

You heard the tune of your ringtone and pulled out your phone. You looked at the caller ID and smiled. You answered and brought the phone up to your ear. “Hi, Austin.”

“Hey, sweetheart. I wanted to check on you.”

“I’m okay… I feel a little overwhelmed. My mom has been on me since I got here.” You let out a sigh and made your way over to the toilet.

“I’m sorry I can’t be there,” he apologized. You frowned and sat down on the closed toilet.

“Austin, you are the best man. You have to be there for Nic.”

“I know I know,” he chuckled lightly. He knew you were right, but to also be honest… the guys were just hanging out. Some were even asleep. The truth was that they didn’t need five hours to get ready. “I just… I remember how I saw you in that dressing room. I don’t want to see you like that again.”

“Aus…” you blushed lightly and buried your face against your arm. “That’s so sweet.”

“I would suggest we sneak out and get coffee, but you might be more needed over there than I am here.” He joked lightly, but you also knew he was dead serious. If you were able to, you would sneak out to get that coffee. All you wanted to do was spend as much time around him as possible.

“I still can’t believe this is a whole day thing. Sometimes I wish I was just invited and not pushed into everything else.” You admitted to him. You heard him hum in agreement and could only imagine him nodding. The way his curls would ever so slightly bounce.

“You’re telling me,” he said as he let out a yawn, “most of the guys here fell back asleep.”

“You should get some sleep. I can hear it in your voice.”

“I can hear it in yours also,” he chuckled lightly.

“Hmm, I wish I could. Everyone is running around. Just finished Amelia’s hair. She’s doing her makeup next.”

“Are you in the bathroom right now?”

“Yes… How did you know?” You questioned your boyfriend’s ability.

“Because I know ya. Look, I’m sure no one will be mad if you snuck off and took a nap.”

“Oh please, if my mom saw me like that she would kill me.” You admitted to him with a sigh. You could just see the sad look Austin held on his face. You knew he wasn’t the biggest fan of your mother.

“We don’t have to be at the venue till ten. You have plenty of time to take a nap, and then get dressed. Take a nap.” You let out a light whine and ran your hand on your face.

“Fine fine fine… I’ll try.” You told him.

The two of you hung up shortly afterwards and you sat with your thoughts. You knew you told him you would take a nap, but you just didn’t want to risk it. So, you got up from your seated position and left the bathroom.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“Hello everyone, if you don’t know me I’m Y/n. I am the maid of honor, but also her sister.” You started off your speech. “It’s been a crazy few months here putting together the whole wedding. You know, I grew up in a very rough household, at least for me. My mother was never one to love me too much. Hell, she still hates me. I found comfort in Amelia and our brother Maxwell. Amelia has such a kind-hearted soul, that when you accidentally hurt her, you’re the one crying. I made the mistake of telling her a lie. I wasn’t completely honest with her, and yet she still forgave me.”

You smiled softly at your sister and turned to look at Austin. He held such a proud smile on his face and you couldn’t help but blush. “A silly little lie that played a huge part. I’m very glad for what she did, and I think a part of her is glad she did. You got yourself a very lucky girl, Nic. Don’t mess this up, because this is the only chance you got.”

“Amelia will always be the girl you want in your life. She brightens up the room. She’s the smartest girl in the room. She’s the most caring and bubbly girl in the room. I always call her Amelia Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldo, because she is the princess. Today she has become the queen. I love you, Amelia.” You smiled and put the microphone down. Cheers erupted in the room as you slowly made your way back to the table.

“Thank you, Y/n,” Amelia said once you sat down. You smiled and looked at her. You reached your hands over to her and took hers in yours.

“Thank you, Amelia.” You squeezed her hands and turned toward where the microphone stood. Austin was making his way up for his speech. Austin picked up the microphone and looked around.

“I’m gonna be honest here, I only met Nic a few months ago,” Austin started off, which caused the guests to let out a laugh. “Yet, that was just enough time to know the kind of person he was. He’s a great man and without him… I wouldn’t have found love. Nic is a special lad here, and I know he won’t mess this up. He loves Amelia with all his heart, and I know that. A man who is in love… he wouldn’t do anything to mess that up.”

Amelia looked at you and grabbed your hand. You smiled at her and rested your head against her shoulder. “Amelia is great as well. I mean these two are bound to be together for life. When you look at someone, you can tell when they are in love. These two are in love, and they will be for life.”

Austin finished his speech so long after and everything kind of calmed down. People were doing their own thing. Minging around, conversing, drinking… everyone was doing their own thing. You found your way outside. You loved your sister, but in all honesty, you couldn’t take it anymore in there.

You heard the sound of a door clicking open and shortly closing behind you. You let out a hum and a smile already knowing who it was. You knew he would join you out here eventually. You kept your eyes straight and closed your eyes gently.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to head home,” Austin spoke from beside you. You nodded in agreement with his statement. You’ve been up since… five and you just wanted to go home and sleep. Yet, you had a feeling he meant home as in California. You knew you had to tell him how you felt, but it wasn’t the time now.

“Yeah,” you said softly and opened your eyes so that you could look at him.

“But you don’t want to,” Austin stated. You gave him a sad smile and looked away. He knew how to read you. He knew everything about you. Even the things you didn’t want him to know.

“I want to move back home,” you admitted with a quiet voice. “Being here… it made me realize that I was lost without my family. I want to be with my sister… I want to be with my brother, and I want to be there for my niece or nephew when they are born.”

“I want you to follow your heart, and I will help you move back home.” You shook your head at his words. You couldn’t help yourself with all the emotions you were feeling.

“I don’t want to leave you. I can’t,” you shook your head and turned away from him. “I just go you back and I can’t lose that… and I can’t ask you to come with me because your life is in California… y-your family is there… I just… I-”

“Sweetheart,” he brought his thumb under your chin and turned your face. You looked up at him with teary eyes. “I lost you once years ago. I’m not losing you again. Ever.”

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bedroom-dreams · 1 year

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First kiss with Enhypen’s Hyung Line

Pairing: Enhypen's Hyung Line x reader (f in Heeseung's and neutral in the rest)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: kissing, mention of food in Heeseung's

Word Count: 1.736

Song Recommendations: none for Heeseung's, Oh! My Mistake by April for Jay's, Pretty Dark by Grimes for Jake's and Chemtrails Over the Country Club by Lana Del Rey for Sunghoon's.

A/N: my first work finally posted aaaaah! I spent a lot of time and care in it to make sure it was worthy and I really like the final result. I'm actually a bit nervous but also very excited to open up like this. I have a few song recommendations for the reactions but you're more than free to do as you please: there was not a song I could firmly set on Heeseung's but idc I think it really adds to it (besides, I randomly thought of assigning songs as I was finishing up so it's whatevs), Oh! My Mistake by April for Jay's wink wink, Pretty Dark by Grimes feels so cuddly an ideal for Jake's part and Chemtrails Over the Country Club by LDR as I was mostly listening to it as I was writing Sunghoon's reaction and it makes my heart beat very fast how perfect this match is! Finally, I'd love love love to know what you think of it, whether good or constructive.

♡Heeseung:

It was around 1:50 am and after a day of work he’d been dying to meet up with you. He’d been praised in his vocal lessons and he’d finally finished perfecting their newest choregraphy, which he’d rewarded himself with with a bigger portion of dinner than what was usual for him. Not to mention the 50,000 won bill he’d found on the ground when leaving for the company in the morning. Life had smiled at him and he’d taken every blessing with pure excitment, but to completely wrap up his day he wanted to see his favourite girl.

You’d been dating for a few weeks but it felt as if your honeymoon phase would never find an end. Every thought of him was exciting and every time your eyes met felt groundbreaking. Imagine then the exhilaration of having him next to you.

Now you were mindlesslly strolling down the streets near his dormitory just in case it got too late. It was rather far away from downtown Seoul which allowed for the lamppost’s light to be uninterrupted, except for the occasional stray cat.

With laced hands and his hoodie on your body, your voices were down almost to a whisper to match the quietness of your surrounding and to keep both of your hearts from taking over. As you walked and conversed about both of your days the topic of you came up. “… And I just couldn’t stop thinking about you. Sorry for all the messages today; And thank you for coming all the way here.” He said apologeticly.

“Don’t apologize about that. My heart feels like it’ll jump out of my chest when I hear from you.” The last line was not supposed to come out, but maybe that’s some lie you told yourself in case he didn’t take those words seriously. However, the butterflies in his stomach went off almost alarmingly strong. “And thank you for inviting me all the way here, including me in today.”

“Any day with you is perfect.” And with a leap of confidence he held his gaze straight into your eyes.

And with the sparkle in your eyes and slightly open mouth from the effect he had on you, he knew this was all he needed, so he leaned in, your face mimicking his movement like a magnetic pull, which made your lips meet in the perfect axis of a delicate and telling first kiss.

♥Jay:

“This is the one I want!” You said choosing “Oh! My Mistake” by April. As beautiful as you thought the song was, you also wanted for Jay to hear those words being sung by your heart only to him.

With a hand on your back he encouraged you as he leaned back into the leather sofa, exhausted from the singing and dancing the previous dozen songs had pushed the both of you to under the pink beams of the norebang. From the windows, the droplets of the rain you hadn’t been able to escape and the light from the tall buildings of the city seemed like tiny stars envolving you in an esoteric world of your own.

No one would’ve guessed who the professional idol was from this scene alone but in that moment he just wanted to sit back and let you do your thing without coming down from the high only you provided him with.

And so the song started and from the first seconds your heart moved to the song letting yourself be moved by it, the shyness of your solo concert melting away with every count, every word you knew to be true to your feelings toward your boyfriend and every cheer he sent your way.

Even the dance moves felt freeing enough to turn around every once in a while to look at your Jay, giggling when his smiled doubled in size at the eye contact, and him, who like an enchanted person, not once directed his sight to something other than you.

Maybe it was a little bit to early to tell but looking at you, a sense of new-found responsability washed over him, a need and want to protect you from every bad thing in this world. To always preserve your twinkling eyes and special ways. He was ready for the evolving love he had always yearned for, with you.

As you said the last line and your dancing came to its end you turned around to see his fading smile, but far from any frown, he could only show adoration. You were sure all the clocks around the world stopped to gift you a moment you’d never forget as he grabbed your hand, pulling you next to him, almost on him, and with a swift and fast movement he held you by the back of your head and your waist to your first kiss.

♡Jake:

Laying under the covers, softly talking about anything with him and drowning in the atmosphere was as perfect an afternoon as it sounds. It was your first visit to Jake and his teammates’ dorms all the time you’d known him and you were in awe of everything and beyong happy he was finally sharing this part of him with you. None of the rest of the members were home either, the privacy making you want to go to the next level with him. By the way he looked at you, even when your attention was on something else, maybe today you’d get lucky.

Jake was right next to you, after all, he was the one who’d suggested to heat up this way from the cold. He hadn’t stoped smiling from the moment you appeared, especially at your excitment and curiosity. When he was with you there was no filter on his brain; whatever you wanted he gave you, whatever you asked he answered, if you smiled he smiled too and if you frowned he frowned too. The boy was shamelessly into you.

“you look so beautiful right now. Are we sure you’re real?” Jake and his mouth. not once had he not startled you with his compliments. In return you smiled and closed your eyes, suddenly aware of the short distance between you two, and complimented him back. “You say that as if you didn’t look, well, like you do.”

Actually, those were all the words that were supposed to come out but he stopped you mid-way with his kiss.

It wasn’t a long kiss or a particularly deep kiss. It was a confident and fun kiss.

What followed was a silence that lasted for as much as your breath was held in and broken with your boyfriend’s laughter.

“Jake..”

“Yes, my love.” There he was again making you melt.

“You kissed me.” And you could still feel his lips on yours, the unforgettable tingle of the flower of his love.

“Yes I did. Our first kiss. Did you like it?” Gosh… it had been perfect.

“I…” you started laughing with him at the situation.

“I’ll take it as a yes.”

“I loved it.”

With Jake there was nothing to read, what you saw was what you got. No weighting out the options, just betting it all, just kissing you. In truth, if you asked him, he had actually been holding it together for a long long time, from the moment you’d accepted to go out with him he’d been fantasizing about it but after hours of uncesing loving you, under the covers and with the changing lights, he knew there was no moment better than this.

♥Sunghoon:

Ding!

The elevators doors opened and closed on the 21st floor, keeping in five of you within its four walls and dim light. No music, not even the doors made a sound. Sunghoon moved closer to you, who was in the back. His handsome features masked true feelings; he couldn’t feel his legs from the nervousness. The words of his members mixing in his head with the thousand worries romantic feeling bring and the issue consuming him: to kiss or not to kiss? The small space only leading you two to the ending of the night.

Ding!

You were now down to the 16th floor and more people flooded into the elevator squishing Sunghoon to you, who instinctively got between your body and the rest of passangers. You thanked him with a small smile, which made his pale cheeks an immediate red. Did you feel the same pressure he felt? Was it all in his head? Did you despise him for the intimacy that never came? If you did, you never showed it nor mentioned it.

Ding!

Only about 12 floors till you reached your destination, however people kept coming in. In the myriad of perfumes and colognes the only one you caught was his, now closer than ever, and it was intoxicating to the point of dizzying you against the dark wall. Like always, you didn’t know when the next time you’d see each other would be so you tried memorizing every fraction of him, never tired of being with him. You noticed Sunghoon’s body was both stiff and unresting. Was it your fault? When he caught you staring, he nervously chuckled and looked down. He was dreamy and he looked the part. Without even having time to think it through you touched his fingers, and held his hand.

Ding!

The 7th floor released some people which in turn made everyone left spread out, but not Sunghoon. He stood close to you, still making sense of your laced hands. There were no longer turmoils in him, just the peace of being with who he liked the most, and the knowledge that it was reciprocated. You didn’t say anything to him. He didn’t say anything to you. But you both felt it. A scene starring no one else.

Ding!

You had reached the main floor. As soon as the doors opened everyone walked out and the noise from the rest of the world harshly came in. When the doors closed and silence was reinstaurated, two figures remained inside. Your hearts broke at your imminent separation; you were not ready to let go. You looked at each other with no need to speak. Then, you leaned in for a kiss. It was long and beautiful. To be honest, it made him tear up a bit. Had he found the one?

A/N: omg thank you for reading it!! Which one did you like best?? I did different things for all of them so they’re all special to me hahaha. Heeseung’s was the easiest to write, Jay’s was an idea I had had for a long time and was very happy to do, Jake’s scennario was the one I was the most certain about and Sunghoon’s was the one that was the hardest for me but I ended up doing something I absolutely love and tbh I haven’t seen done before. Have a beautiful rest of your day and night, my loves <3 (and happy Halloween 🎃✨)

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bp4545 · 10 months

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Fake smiles (Angst)

Word count: 1.3k (This is part 1 of a two part series)

Warnings: Swearing, insecurities. Any house will do.

Summary: You and Draco have been dating for 6 months now and the relationship is going great. Until Daphne Greengrass introduced her younger sister Astoria. Draco and her seem to be getting friendly with each other, and you find that you have been fake smiling far too much.

Part 2 here

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You and Draco.

Fuck. You two were inseparable. Like two puzzle pieces had just fit together.

You and Draco's relationship had lasted about 6 months now. It was perfect, it was everything you imagined having a boyfriend would be like. You two went on regular dates, shared kisses, made love. He even got you a promise ring, that was how in love the two of you were.

Now, you weren't so sure.

You're sitting at the Slytherin tables with your boyfriend and his group of friends. Pansy, Blaise, Daphne, Theo, and Daphne's younger sister who decided to tag along. Astoria.

She was bloody perfect, had the most perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect smile, perfect body, gosh you couldn't compare to her. You stared at her, bubbling in your insecurities as she seemed to make friends with everyone instantly.

Unluckily for you, your boyfriend couldn't stop staring at her either. He looked at her so intently, it scared you, it made you feel like you didn't even exist.

Suddenly uncomfortable with the amount of attention that Astoria was getting, you cleared your throat and stood up from your spot next to Draco, where he had his arm slung around your shoulder.

"I'm hungry, I'm going to go to the kitchens and get something to eat..." you awkwardly said as everyone stared at you.

"You sure darling? You don't want to stay here?" Draco asked.

"No its okay" you said and started to leave. Draco stood up too, as if to go with you.

"Where are you going?" you asked him

"Well I'm coming with you of course" you looked at him sympathetically

"No it's okay, you're enjoying yourself here, just stay here" You said through clenched teeth as you stared at Astoria who was staring at your boyfriend with hearts in her eyes.

"Okay darling. I love you" He said and pecked your lips. You smiled at him, then you looked to his friends and smiled too, except it didn't feel like a real smile.

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You really wished you hadn't told Draco to stay that day.

Next thing you knew he was standing you up on your dates to 'study' with Astoria.

You were currently waiting outside the great hall entrance, waiting 20 minutes for the date that Draco had promised you. You fiddled with the promise ring he gave you on your left middle finger. You took it off and inspected the words engraved on the inside of it.

To my one and only

It read.

Oh please, what a lie. You hadn't been feeling like his girlfriend lately. heck, you barely saw him outside of class, you didn't even know where he was half the time. He would still come and give you a hug occasionally, or a small kiss, but that was the bare minimum. It's like he had forgotten you.

"You okay y/n?" You heard Pansy say to you, as she saw you looked alone.

"Yeah I'm waiting for Draco, do you know where he is?" she looked at you with sympathy

"He told me he was studying with Astoria, did you have something planned with him?"

"Yeah... I did" you stared down at the floor. She came to reassure you at placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Are you sure you're okay?" She asked softly.

"Yeah." You said and smiled at her, this time you were sure you weren't okay, and that your smile was fake, very fake.

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You had sent Draco an owl earlier today, asking him to meet you at your dorm tonight. You wanted to talk things out with him, see if you two were still working.

You were surprised he even showed up and got your letter.

"Hey darling what did you need me for" he asked as you let him into your dorm room. He leaned in to peck you on the cheek, but you just dodged his affection.

"Darling what's wrong?" he asked a bit worried now

"Draco did you remember yesterday?"

"What happened yesterday..."

"Our date Draco" you said sternly. He stared at you wide eyed.

"I-oh, Um, I forgot. Y/n I'm so sorry, I completely forgot about that please forgive me-"

"But you didn't forget to study with Astoria" you retorted with sourness in your voice

"Y/n it's for her grades, I won't forget our dates again I didn't mean to-"

"You didn't mean to forget our dates 6 fucking times?"

"No- I mean yes, no y/n, I'm so sorry"

"Draco I just don't know if we are working anymore" you said, tears threatening to drop from your eyes.

"Y/n! No don't say that, please no-no, no" His world was crashing as you said those words, his heart tearing in two.

"Draco I don't feel like your girlfriend anymore! I'm waiting for you every week, for every date, and you're out there doing who knows what with that Greengrass girl! For all I know you're probably fucking her until she can't remember her own name! How am I supposed TO FEEL, WHEN MY OWN BOYFRIEND GHOSTS ME FOR A GIRL HE MET 2 FUCKING MONTHS AGO! " you yelled at him, you were crying now, he was crying too. He tried grabbing your waist in apology but you dodged it once again.

"Y/n, I promise you I wasn't doing anything like that with her" he sobbed, longing for your touch, aching for it. God he messed up, he messed up badly, how could he let someone as perfect as you slip through his fingers. Everything was spinning, he felt all sorts of overwhelmed at once.

"Draco, I hope you treat her well" you said, tears staining your face

"NO! Y/n please don't leave me, I- you can't. I can't live without you." he sounded desperate, he just wanted you back. "Y/n I promise I won't ever forget our dates again, I promise I won't ever make you feel hurt-"

"Just like you promised to love me?" you said quietly, slipping the promise ring off your finger and twirling it around.

"Just like you promised I'd be your one and only?" He stopped crying for a second, his heart shattering as he saw you removing the delicate silver ring off your fingers. The one he gave you.

"Y/n what is that supposed to mean. Of course I still love you!" he was desperate to get your back, he would do anything. "Y/n I still love you of course I do!" You looked at him with tears in your eyes.

"Well it certainly hasn't felt like you've loved me Draco" you said, as you dropped the ring into his hands.

You pushed him out of your dorm room as he rambled on, he looked at you with his mouth agape, as if he was at a loss for words. He held the ring tightly in his hand and looked into your eyes full of love.

"You know I won't stop loving you y/n. I always will." he said in defeat.

"Then prove it to me Draco, because I don't believe you" you smiled at him before you shut the door.

Gosh that smile, that stupid excuse of a smile. He knew it was fake, he wished it was real.

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a/n: there is part 2, have a look in my posts:) This was really sad to write and I felt emotional reading it, but I promise there is a happy ending.

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captain-mj · 11 months

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Outlander Part 3

Part 2 Part 1

Sorry for how late this is!!

Soap led him outside excitedly, holding his hand. He kept smiling at him and continuing to tug him along. Ghost did not understand him at all. Luckily, Soap did have a blanket to wrap around them because it was freezing.

For a moment, Ghost tried to figure out what he was supposed to be looking at before Soap gently touched his chin and led him to tilt his head up.

The stars. The sky was so clear but the stars.

Ghost grabbed Soap hard, trying to make sense of it. He was not an astrologist. He did not follow the stars. He did occasionally use the North Star for navigation though.

And those weren't his stars. There were too many. This was the first time he had been outside since he got here and Ghost was afraid to look at the land. What color would it be? What horrible things would he see?

Soap gently pulled Ghost's face towards him instead. His lips were pursed. "Ye okay?"

"The stars."

"Beautiful tonight, right?" Soap smiled at him, stroking his jaw.

Ghost swallowed, glad he had the mask on. "They look... nice. Do they always look like this?"

"They change a little but they're pretty much the same each year." Soap's smile started to fall. "Are you okay? I thought you'd like seeing the stars."

Ghost nodded. "Yeah... I do..." He glanced up at them again, really taking them in. They were gorgeous. That couldn't be denied. But there were more. A blanket of them.

It took him a while to put it together. Hours laying in Soap's bed, ignoring that he was laying next to him.

Light pollution. He had heard once that before there were lights, the stars were brighter. In all his time there, he hadn't seen any technology. Nothing more recent than a blade.

The whole larp thing was real. He was in the past. An unknown time away from where he should be. It rattled him.

Another day. Another set of hours not moving. Trying to come to terms with it.

"What year is it?"

Soap tilted his head and shrug. "Who keeps track of those?"

"What's the date?"

"Pretty sure the solstice hasn't passed yet." Soap said cheerfully.

Ghost knew they were well in to Fall which meant he was probably referring to the Winter one. He sighed and tried to think of anything he knew about Scottish history. Anything.

"You mentioned you're fighting the Brits right now right?"

"Anglos. I don't know what a Brit is." Soap frowned. "Your accent sounds a bit like them. Are you not an Anglo?"

Ghost shook his head. "From further... South than them."

Soap shook his head. "I guess... I will have to let you travel elsewhere. Once you're healed!"

Ghost frowned and tried a different approach. "I think I'm as healed as I'm going to get. Just waiting for it to scar over now."

Soap clenched his fists and smiled. "Just a little longer please?"

Ghost shook his head but didn't fight him. He didn't really know where he was going to go anyway. There was no getting back to his home.

And... well... besides his host's tendency to keep him in sight, this wasn't the worst place. He still wanted to go home and get away from all of this, but there were worse things.

That night, after bathing in a nearby river, he laid in bed, a little cold but glad to feel clean. He noticed Soap sketching again. He wondered what he was drawing all the time. Soap was clearly very focused and Ghost could see the tip of his tongue between his lips.

Ghost moved silently until he was standing behind Soap, surprised to see it was himself on those pages. His body and mask spread over Soap’s bed. Next to it was a sketch of his eyes and it was surrounded by little hearts and stars.

Oh.

Ghost must’ve inhaled too hard because Soap was up and turned around. His normal stoic face was suddenly flustered as he muttered what sounded like apologies in Gaelic.

“That’s why you want me to stay.”

Soap blushes. “I would not be so selfish.” He looked away though, not willing to meet his eye. It was the first lie he had told. Besides "you'll get to leave soon".

Ghost stared. “MacTavish…”

“Simon.” Soap used that name like a weapon. “I am not deceiving you. I do want you to be healed.”

Ghost stared at him and Soap leaned forward, chest to chest.

“Simon…”

Ghost closed his eyes until he felt the gentle press of lips against the fabric. His heart sped up but he very quietly responded back. "Johnny..."

“Simon…”

Soap unmasked him and Ghost didn’t make a move to stop him. The kiss felt a lot better against his actual skin. "I want you to stay. Wanted you to stay. Please stay." He panted against Ghost's mouth before closing the gap to kiss him again.

Ghost slowly melted into him. Soap put some distance between them and looked at him.

"Bòidheach. (Beautiful)" Soap whispered reverently and he picked up Ghost's hand. He took the gloves off and kissed his hands. "làmhan fuar... (cold hands)" That was a little less reverent. It sounded worried.

Soap kept his eyes on Ghost's face as he kept kissing his hands. He compared them. Both of them had longer fingers with Ghost's only a little longer. Soap's were thicker though, his hands easily able to hold Ghost's. It was a funny feeling. He didn't quite feel small.

Soap kissed him again, breaking his train of thought. He whispered more things in Gaelic that Ghost hadn't heard before, just as he was sliding his hands down Ghost's body.

Ghost tried to build up his walls. Tell him no and point out that he didn't like being touched, but he found himself both unable and unwilling to. Soap felt good.

In a move that would've impressed any of Ghost's captains, Soap switched them and had him bent over the desk. His hands moved up and down his body, sliding under his clothes. He didn't seem to have what he wanted to say in English so he told him in Gaelic. Ghost didn't need to understand it to get the gist.

Soap covered Ghost's body with his own. "Let me make love to you, Simon."

Ghost blushed and tried to hide his face again. Soap was having none of it, pulling his hands behind his back. His other hand swatted at his hip, making Ghost jump. He panted and squeezed his eyes shut as Soap pulled down his pants.

Soap's hands were on his thighs, clearly admiring him. He kissed Ghost's back. "Pretty."

Ghost grabbed the desk hard. "Johnny."

"Gonna take care of you." Soap sighed softly as he kissed more of Ghost's spine. He reached around and yanked him up against his chest. His hand reached around and started to stroke him quickly. Soap was focused on making him cum as quick as possible and it was obvious. "Gorgeous. Pretty boy."

Simon panted softly and nodded immediately. His dark hair fell in his eyes and Soap gripped him so easily. Held him nice and tight against his chest while his hand worked him over. He turned his head and kissed him softly, pulling him closer somehow.

"Johnny. Johnny. Johnny..." Ghost whimpered as he came, pressing his cheek against Soap's as he relaxed. Soap bent him back over his desk and used his spend to coat his fingers, gently pushing one of them into his body. He groaned at the stretch and tried to relax but Soap was insistent. Going deeper and deeper as he tried to open him enough to take him.

Ghost felt more kisses and a few nips being placed against his back.

"Simon. You'll never be able to take me if you don't relax a little."

Ghost panted softly and tried his best, feeling embarrassed and all pent up. Soap pushed another finger into him and he gasped and tilted his head back. He felt Soap bury his hand in his hair and then tug it hard, dragging another moan out of him. Soap's fingers curled and he whimpered, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling.

Pleasure sparked up his spine as Soap pressed mercilessly into one spot. Ghost whined and his back arched.

Soap used more of his cum as lube before gently pushing into him, making Ghost scramble to find a hold again. It was a tight fit but it felt good. Really good. He slowly let his head hit the desk as he felt Soap grind into him.

"So good for me."

"Yes sir..." Ghost let it slip and felt Soap thrust into him at the words. He felt Soap pick him up pretty easily and twirl him around to fall into bed with him. "Feels so good."

Soap kissed him hard and fucked him harder, digging his hands into him. "You're mine. All mine." He held him close and rutted into him, making Ghost see stars. It felt so good.

His legs wrapped around Soap's waist and held on to his shoulders.

Soap pushed Ghost's head back and kissed his throat. "Don't leave. Stay here."

"I'll stay." Ghost moaned as he thrust in hard, feeling his legs start to shake. "I'll stay. I'll stay. I'll stay." He felt Soap pick up the pace, wrapping his strong arms around Ghost. The world melted down to the feeling of being filled and smothered.

Ghost lost track of the time, only paying attention to Soap and Soap only. His lips on Ghost's. His hands on Ghost's hips. The pleasure coursing up his spine.

Ghost felt Soap throb inside him and locked his legs around him so he couldn't pull out. Soap tried for just a moment before burying himself back in his body and coming hard, biting into his shoulder. Ghost moaned softly as he felt it. Soap kissed him softly and kept rocking into him, stroking him in time to try to get him to come too.

"My Ghostie."

Ghost flushed and shuddered as he came on his own chest. "My Johnny."

#cod #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare ii #soap call of duty #johnny soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghoap

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ryuttaeng · 1 year

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pairing: perv!lia x fem!reader

summary: you decided to stay for a sleepover with yeji and her friend. you still have to introduce yourself to her and get to know her…

contents/warnings: suggestive, minors dni. dirty talk, pet names, swearing/cursing, please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such themes!

genres: suggestive

a/n: it’s a fanfic swap between me myself and i and @writers-gf 🥳

lia felt heat pool between her legs as her friend’s friend smiled at her. yeji showed lia pics with her and her friend before, but she never thought you would look more pretty and more attractive in real life rather than on a selfie.

“jisu, it’s y/n, i showed her to you before. y/n, it’s jisu, she also goes by lia and i told you about her too.” yeji introduced you both, as lia looked down at you and she shook your hand. “it’s a pleasure to meet you, y/n.” she said, as her gaze stopped on your cleavage for a few seconds.

speaking of which, lia had to quickly change topic to other when yeji would bring up you in her stories and show pics of her and you together. it’s not that she was jealous, it’s just the angle that yeji decided to take photos with. sometimes it was just the angle of the photo that made reveal your cleavage or it was your clothes pick that day, but it always made lia to get off to your pictures with yeji, wishing it was her to spend time with you.

“…lia…jisu!” lia slightly jumped at the sudden voice near her ear, making her look at the person that called her. yeji crossed her arms as she gave her knowing look. “what?” lia blinked several times before she could notice yeji’s look on her. “it’s pretty obvious that you like her.” yeji pointed at you, while you were away on the kitchen. “i’m not-“ “it’s actually pretty obvious that you want to sleep with her. and by sleep i don’t mean-“

you returned from the kitchen right on the moment when lia placed her hand to shut yeji, making them look at you as you looked at them in confusion. “…okay.” you said, as you sat down between yeji and lia.

it was unbearable to keep her hands in place when your thighs were revealed. lia barely even remember the film’s title as she kept her eyes on your body. misplacing her hands, leaning on your shoulder to get a better look on your cleavage, everything lia could think of.

the next 30 minutes lia would accidentally bump into you, and usually with her back pressing to your chest. she would also occasionally hold your waist and apologise for being too ‘clumsy’ today.

you opened your eyes to the feeling of someone laying down near you. you turned to look, if it was yeji or lia and you found last one looking at you. “lia? what are you doing here?” you asked, as lia’s eyes trailed down your body. “yeji kicks me in her sleep and you know, it’s not the most cutest thing to be used to.” indeed, yeji would accidentally kick you in her sleep. you nodded, turning back to finally get some rest.

lia slowly moved closer to you, but now pressing her chest to your back. her hands slowly moving upward as she tried not to squirm much. “lia, what are you doing…” you whispered as her second hand got lower. “the night doesn’t have to end here, you know.” lia whispered back, as her movements got intense.

saying that lia wasn’t hot attractive would be a lie. actually, yeji showed you some her pictures and maybe her profile on instagram randomly popped up in your feed and you’re definitely just occasionally checked her posts.

as lia’s hand cupped your breast, her other hand was already under your shorts. you squirmed under her touch, making her to remove her hands. “really couldn’t keep my hands off you, will work on that.” lia almost removed her hands, but you stopped her. “no! i like when your hands are on me… i love it actually.” you said, keeping her hands in place.

you could sense lia’s grin behind your back. “oh, do you now?” you exhaled when lia put her hands back, but not moving them. “tell me how it makes you feel like.” lia said, her hot breath on your neck. you squirmed, feeling heat pool between her legs at her raspy voice. “it makes me feel your girl.” you whispered, holding back your moan as lia’s hand on your breast slipped under your top.

“you are my fucking girl.” lia whispered, and was about to kiss you when the door to the room opened.

“lia why are you here?” yeji asked younger girl, as you two immediately parted away from ourselves. lia let out a groan, standing up from the bed. “unnie, you’re kicking me in your sleep…” she replied, following yeji back to their room, as lia turned to you and winked.

#itzy #itzy imagines #itzy oneshot #kpop imagines #kpop oneshots #itzy hard hours #itzy lia #lia x female!reader #lia x reader #perv!itzy #perv!lia

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queendeeshorrorimagines · 1 year

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Death and Life

HUNK X Gender neutral reader

Warnings: mentions of injuries (minor cuts and bruises)

The first request for my soulmate au One-shot series. I made reader a rookie medic with the codename Saint in this fic but other than that, reader is pretty much ambiguous as i can make it. I hope everyone enjoys. (Please help, I might have a horrible mask kink)

Prompt: Thinking that you/ they don't have a soulmate until you/ they meet your soulmate/ their soulmate

Entering Umbrella's headquarter building with several agents, he withholds his grunts of discomfort as an agent beside talks to him, her spotless outfit was a striking difference to his bloodied and tattered uniform. She had a glowing rose tattoo on the palm of her hand- her soulmate mark.

HUNK, for the most part kept quiet as they walked down the long hallway, listening to what she had to say. His mind is thinking about the details of the mission he just completed. The pesky thoughts of wondering if he's truly meant to be alone occasionally rears its head in his thoughts.

HUNK has always been too great at the missions he's done throughout the years he's been in umbrella, hell, even during his time in the military. Having a soulmate will only make things worse for him- he tries his best to convince himself while others gave sympathetic looks his way when they found out.

Being the grim reaper in what he does gives him no time to care about the fact that he has no sign of a soulmate present. It made him focus in on being successful on his missions while his colleagues usually end up failing.

Before he joined umbrella, he has felt the emotional sting of knowing that he doesn't have any signs of a soulmate. No matching tattoos like everyone else, just his bare skin that shows. Now it's just the numbness of the acceptance of having no soulmate to go home to after his missions. He was the ideal candidate for Unbrella because of that.

"Have you seen the new nurse that started today?"

Whispers from one of the agents peaked his interest as they talked about the newest member. His footsteps followed through the corridors of the medical unit.

"Yeah, agent. I heard that the nurse doesn't have any soulmate.. how tragic."

The other agent responded, giving a brief sympathetic look towards the first agent. Both agents quickly quit down once they realized that HUNK was staring at them. He reluctantly entered the medical unit with his superior, not wanting to waste his time getting checked out for barely any injuries.

He sits on one of the beds, quietly waiting for the nurse to enter the area. His boss sits down at a spare chair after asking the head nurse to send a nurse their way. HUNK's mask covered eyes took in their surroundings before hearing soft footsteps and wheels of the medical cart move closer towards him.

"Hello, HUNK. Call me Saint, I'm here to check you out and make sure you don't have any infections and you'll be on your way."

Your eyes were on your clipboard before you looked at the male sitting on the bed. His covered eyes looked into yours as you felt as if the world has stopped. Butterflies fluttered your stomach as you attempted to put on a professional facade as you moved to your chair near the bed.

"I'll be damned, you do have a soulmate."

The voice of HUNK's superior mused as he uttered something about owing a couple people money for a bet. Your gloved hands carefully checked his cuts and bruises. It was gentle but perfectly accurate as you disinfeted and bandaged each cut on his skin.

HUNK felt a mixture of shock and disbelief as he looked at you work. The rookie nurse named Saint was his soulmate, his other half. All these years of accepting that he was supposed to be alone turned out to be a lie, his soulmate mark was not having one.

"All done.. I'd suggest applying the arnica cream on your bruises ever six hours for the next couple days. Other than that, you should get some rest."

Disposing of the contaminated items, you advised to him. Your shrubs were neatly pressed and matched the other nurses he's seen. Just as you handed him the jar of cream, the agent got up; leaving the area as he shot a knowing look towards the masked man.

"You don't have a soulmate mark too, eh?"

You tried to break the ice as you wrote on the paper in your clip board.

"Well, if you need a personal nurse or just someone to hang out with, here's my phone number."

With a soft smile, you took the sheet of paper out, folding it in half before handing it to HUNK. You hear the head nurse call your name before you said a brief goodbye to the male.

#hunk x reader #queendeeshorrorimagines #resident evil imagine #resident evil imagines #re imagines #hunk imagines #hunk imagine #dees sweet tea #gender neutral reader #soulmate au

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lucy-sky · 1 year

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Butterflies (The Mute x f!Reader)

Missionary Monday prompt: first times

A sequel to Moonlight Blossom - first sex with The Mute. That's it, that's the fic ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Warnings: virginity loss, oral sex f. receiving, love confessions, probably a bit too cheesy :’)

Words: 1701

AO3 link if you prefer reading there

It’s incredible how just one kiss can change everything. It’s been a while since that night he kissed you, as you were lying in the grass under the moon and the stars, and it was the sweetest thing you’ve experienced in your quiet, lonely life.

You’re not the same since then.

It seems like nothing has changed at first. Both you and the Mute went about your casual routine, and yet… There’s some sort of longing growing inside of you. You can’t get that kiss out of your mind, can’t stop imagining his lips on yours again, the gentle scratch of his beard against your skin and the warmth of his tongue. Everytime you think of it, you feel like your stomach is filled with butterflies. The thoughts keep you up in the middle of the night, make you roam your hands down your body where you feel the fire rising, begging to be put down. You have to bite your lips hard so that he couldn’t hear you from behind the thin curtain that separates you in your little cabin.

You want him. A shocking realization, a feeling so unknown, and yet so natural, primal in a way. And you know, you just know from the way he looks at you, from the tenderness of his occasional touches, that the feeling of longing is mutual. But he doesn’t dare to make any advances. He respects you in the first place, so you know the next step has to be yours if you really want something to happen. If you want to finally set those butterflies free.

As you’re lying awake, you can hear him tossing and turning. He doesn’t sleep either. And suddenly you think you’ve had enough sleepless nights like that.

He glances at you in surprise as you approach his bed.

“I’m cold. Can I lay down next to you?”

It’s a lie, obviously so. Yes, you’re trembling, but for a different reason. Still you can’t spit it out just like that. Thankfully the Mute doesn’t hesitate to shift in his bed as he opens the blanket for you, silently inviting. You lay beside him, your back against his broad chest, shivering as he wraps his arms around you and nuzzles into your hair with a deep sigh. The warmth radiating from his body is seeping into your bones. It’s good, but not nearly enough. Your body’s aching for something you’ve never known before. Struggling to find a way to show it to him, you finally reach his large hand and slowly guide it to cover your breast. The man tenses as your nipple hardens under his palm. He seems frozen in place, so you turn to face him, and as you meet his dark gaze, you simply press your lips against his. He responds after a split second of hesitation, his hand moving to cradle the back of your head, a soft hum escaping him, as he feels your tongue against his own.

“I want you,” you breathe out as your lips part. “I uh… Make love to me… Please.”

He stares at you slightly baffled at this bold request, then cups your face, calloused fingers surprisingly gentle against your skin. You can read a silent question in those deep brown eyes of his.

“I know, I know you hesitate,” you mumble, reaching to caress his cheek as well. “But… Yes, I’m sure. I want to know what it feels like. I’ve heard things. Some say it’s painful, but I know it can be beautiful. When I touch myself it feels good. And when you kiss me it feels like… I’m closer to heaven. And… I just want to do it with you, of all men. I’ve never trusted anyone as much as I trust you. I know you’d never hurt me. With you I feel… I feel something I’ve never felt before. So… It has to be you. If-if you want me, of course…”

He looks at you for a painfully long moment before leaning in and capturing your lips once again. The kiss is deeper, hotter, there’s more eagerness and longing behind it, as he licks into your mouth, stealing your breath. You let out a quiet, barely heard moan as he moves to kiss along your jawline and further down the curve of your neck, his fingers carefully untying the laces on your night robe to get more access to your breast.

His lips press against your sternum at first, he takes his time, and your skin nearly burns from the heat of his kisses and the teasing scratch of his coarse beard. A sharp gasp falls from your lips as his mouth finds your nipple. He sucks at it gently, tongue flicking against the tip. The sensation makes you buck your hips against him as you thread your fingers through his thick hair. Your head is spinning, it’s almost overwhelming, you can barely stand the aching need deep within your core.

“Please…” you beg, having absolutely no idea what exactly you’re begging for.

But he knows. He clearly knows what he’s doing. He shushes you softly, kissing your lips again before urging you to sit up. He helps you to get rid of your robe, and his eyes darken at the sight of your naked body exposed in front of him. You watch him as he tugs his shirt off as well, his underwear follows. Your eyes roam shamelessly over his body, his firm chest, the dark curls on his lower belly, his… Well… His manly parts really look impressive, and as much as you want it, the heat of embarrassment starts creeping up your cheeks.

As if sensing your nervousness, his kisses are soft and gentle as he hovers over you. He looks right into your eyes as he licks his fingers, and you moan into the kiss as you feel him reaching down, probing between your folds. Your hips buck up once again when he finds that little sweet spot, a small bundle of nerves you discovered not that long ago while touching yourself. His fingers feel different though, and the way he kisses your neck while he circles this little bud makes your insides tingle as you cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders. He then gathers more of your slick before carefully, slowly pushing his fingers inside of you. Another new sensation, but it’s not unpleasant, you figure he’s preparing you like that. His lips never leave yours as he slowly moves his digits in and out of you. They brush against something that makes your toes curl, and you whine into his shoulder.

“Please…” you repeat once more, and he complies. He lets you lie comfortably on the bed before settling between your parted legs. He leans down, urging you to lift your legs a little more, and then you can feel it, the head of his cock nudging your entrance before he guides it all the way inside you. You wince at the strange burning sensation, gripping onto his shoulders and trying to relax as much as possible to let him in. He presses his forehead against yours and lets out a deep sigh once he’s fully seated, as if trying to calm himself down. You can feel his heart thumping inside his chest as he looks at you, pupils blown so wide that his eyes seem almost entirely black. You smile weakly, reaching to run your fingers through his messy hair. He doesn’t move yet, just leans to kiss the side of your neck, and it’s such a tender, intimate feeling to be so close to him, so connected. Getting used to this feeling of fullness, you experimentally move your hips, earning a low grunt from him. Taking your hint, he buries his face into your neck and starts trusting. It’s slow and careful at first, like everything he does tonight, but he soon picks up the pace. You love the sounds he makes - grunts and low moans, love the weight of his body and his sloppy kisses. It doesn’t take long until his breath falters. You feel him twitch between your tender walls, and the next moment he pulls out, stroking himself a couple times before the spurts of white liquid spill all over your belly. He looks at you, trying to regain his breath, the expression on his face slightly guilty, but you don’t get why.

“Hey…” you whisper, reaching for him and pulling him into a gentle kiss. “It was good. I liked it.”

He huffs against your lips, kissing you again, and once more, and then suddenly moves down your body, his head diving between your legs. Your confusion doesn’t last long. In fact, all your questions vanish the second his tongue slips between the sensitive folds. You writhe and gasp for air, fingers gripping the sheets and tangle in his hair. Something is building rapidly inside of you, and when he sucks on that little bundle of nerves, it all suddenly bursts with incredible power, making your body arch from such intense pleasure you’ve never felt before. When you close your eyes, you see millions of butterflies.

Your mind is still hazy with bliss when you feel him beside you again, enclosing you in his arms. You lazily open your eyes to meet his gaze. There’s a soft smile on his face as he gently pecks your lips.

“I love you,” you blurt out, without thinking. The second you say these words out loud, a shiver runs through you. You know you love him, you’ve known it for a while already, but you didn’t plan to say it just yet, until you weren’t sure if he feels the same way about you. Of course he has feelings for you, you have no doubt he does. But what if it’s just simple sympathy and gratitude? There are a lot of things that may look like love after all…

His thumb brushes tenderly against your cheekbone. His lips press against your forehead first, before he claims your mouth. And when he pulls back and his eyes find yours again, his lips part, and you hear his quiet raspy whisper:

“I… Love… You.”

*posts this at 3 am and runs away*

Thank you for reading!

#bernthirstpalooza #the mute x reader #pilgrimage #jon bernthal fanfiction #lucy tries to write #darlingshane

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namjoonscoffeeshop · 2 months

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Dear Namjoon | 01

✧pairing:Namjoon x reader ✧genre:angst, fluff,smut,slow burn ✧warning(s):explicit language, suggestive content, mature content ✧synopsos;You're sent to live with your father and older brother. only that your older brother is in a band called BTS. you meet jimin's friends and automatically get tangled with one of his band members. you're relationship has to be kept a secret but for how long can you keep it that way?

a/n: when I first started writing Dear Namjoon I was writing short chapters :DDD

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"United Airlines flight 880 to Miami is now boarding" you hear the women call over the intercom

"mom, can't i just go with you. please don't leave me here" you cling to your mothers arm

" y/n, i'm going to miss my flight if you don't let go and board the bus" she says as she tries to get free from your grip

"please, i won't know anyone"

"sweetheart, you'll have your brother ok. listen i need you to let go now. think of this as a new change, you were going to transfer school either way. here your brother will be able to watch over you from the inside ok"

with pleading eyes you cling even harder to her arm "please mom, we aren't even that close" you lie, now your stomping your feet, people are passing by and very obviously judging you but that doesn't fucking matter. how can she send me to live with my dad who barely knows me. ok my brother and me have a good relationship but that doesn't mean she can send me there.

"This is the final boarding call for United Airlines flight 880 to Miami" your mom looks at her watch

"that's enough with your tantrum park y/n, let go right now and board the bus" she raises her voice

I let go of her arm and point at her "FINE BUT DON'T CALL ME, YOU HEAR ME? I DON'T WANNA HEAR FROM YOU"

she rubs her temple and sighs "y/n, stop ok. i'm sorry i can't bring you with me" picking up my bag and suitcase i walk to the bus

"i'll call you tomorrow ok!" my mom yells as i walk away

fuck i can't just walk away i've been attached to this women ever since i was born, turning around i drop my luggage once more and run to hug my mom one last time "don't forget ok" tears stream down my cheeks

"you're such a baby, i will call you ok. love you"

"love you too mom" the bus honks and i rush to grab my bag. entering the bus i sit in the only available seat by the window

"WHEN YOU ARRIVE WAIT FOR YOUR DAD, DON'T TALK TO STRANGERS" she yells as me, the bus pulls out and drives out into the road, she waves at you.

her imagine becomes hazy the farther the bus drives.

"this isn't fair, why couldn't i just go with her" you whisper, not wanting to get people's attention more than you already did

I was on my way to my dad's house, he lived in seoul. my parents divorced when i was younger. I have a older brother by one year, his name is park jimin. When our parents divorced my dad said he wasn't capable of taking care of a girl so he asked for my brother instead. he didn't even give me a chance, literally told the judge he didn't care if i stayed with my mom.

yeah it's a bitchy thing to do but at least he still sent me letters on my birthday along with gifts. I would occasionally see him on jimin's birthday. but our relationship was awkward, my dad is a business man. our relationship was like a business partnership, he would give me an envelope with money on birthdays and holidays. tell me i'm growing up well, good job and thats it. like damn dude at least hug me but no even in pictures he would be far from me.

my mom said he's always been an awkward person but dude i'm literally your offspring, how hard can it be. he looks intimidating as fuck though....so i also maybe kinda don't talk much to him either

i think we both need help...mostly him.

I have a good relationship with my brother, we got separated when i was five and he was six. my parents wanted us to be able to rely on each other even if we didn't live together. to not be strangers.

jimin would come over all the time, my father is always busy so he never wanted me to go and stay at their place. only on holidays will we all get together, our parents ended on a good note so we sometimes all spend holidays together but it became rare when they found out me and jimin thought there was a chance of them getting back together. they didn't want us to have that false hope and maybe ruin our childhood.

my mom got a promotion and was sent overseas but she said i don't know enough english so it would be better to finish school here, and then i can decide to go overseas or stay here. it's bullshit she didn't wanna take me with her. i know enough english, maybe even more than her.

jimin told me my dad was talking about getting to know me better, and i think that's where this all came from.

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the bus drive took all night, i arrived around five o'clock. it's fucking cold, and guess what no fucking sight of my beloved dad who apparently want's to get to know me. i thought since he was a business man he'd be punctual, i guess i once again had high expectations.

crossing my arms, i lean against he wall as i wait for someone to come.

it took twenty minutes till i finally see some fancy car pull into the parking lot, i just knew it was him. his business had become so successful when i turned ten. i remember he sent me a letter and gift that day.

i stopped writing back at the age of seven, i realized that if everything he wrote was real. he'd actually show up and pick me up for a weekend or something. not send a fucking stuffed bear.

I wasn't wrong, my old man steps out of his car and fixes his suit. he looks around, looking for me.

i chuckled "does he even know how i look" shaking my head i walk towards the obviously lost man

stopping in front of him he looks at me and gives me a awkward smile "hi y/n"

"hi..dad" there is this relief he feels as i call him dad.

but honestly i think he's dumb, the word dad. it really means nothing to me. shit, girls call their boyfriends daddy as they get fucked.

the word dad is overrated.

if me calling him dad means so much, he should've been here when i was a kid and it was actually cute to hear your daughter yell out dad and run to you, hoping to be picked up and showered with kisses.

this whole 'get to know you is just bullshit. bullshit on a fucking stick'

"uh...how have you been?" he breaks the silence, as we awkwardly stood there. people passed by us.

"good, do you mind if we go? it's uh..cold"

"oh, yes sure let's go" he extends his hand out. i raise my eyebrow in confusion as i stare at his hand and him

"oh..i'll carry your suitcase "

"oh" shit i thought he wanted me to hold his hand, giving him my suitcase, he starts to walk to his car with me behind him

he opens the door for me to get in the car. putting my suitcase in the trunk

"sorry i was late" he says as you both buckle your seatbelts

"don't worry about it, it's fine"

he just nods, starting the engine

"i thought jimin would come"

"oh..yeah he was going to. but i um, i was already coming late"

"right..it's fine"

the rest of the car ride was quiet. i would occasionally steal glances of my dad, but he was only looking out into the road.

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as he parked the car, outside the huge house. I see a boy run out the front door. and it's no other than my older idiot brother, park jimin. not waiting for my dad to open the door for me, i push the door open and get out. i haven't seen him since new years, running towards me with his arms wide open our body's crash into each other.

his arms wrap around me, as he lifts me off the ground. spinning me around "my adorable little sister is finally here" he showers me with kisses. my eyes tear up again. even if we talked all the time, it's way better this way.

"ok ok you are making me nauseous" i laugh

putting me down he cups my face "let me look at you, i haven't seen you since new years. beautiful as always" he smiles, making his eyes disappear.

reaching up to his hair i tug on a long strand "back to black huh"

pushing my hand away he laughs "yeah, i know you like my hair black"

"ohh so it was all for me huh"

"anything for you" he winks

we both turn around the sound of the trunk closing

"it's cold so maybe we should head inside" he says, looking at you

nodding you grab your bag, closing the door.

"dad got your room fixed, mom told him everything you liked so you can feel at home" he smiles, he throws his arm over your shoulder guiding you to the house.

you glance over your shoulder. finding your dad looking up, taking a deep breathe in as he looks back to you guys. your eyes make contact before you look forward again. listening jimin.

"here's your room" your dad turns the door knob. the color to the room is periwinkle and lavender color mixed together just like your room back home.

the room was bigger compared to the one back home. "we also got someone to buy you clothes" he says as he places your suitcase by your bed

"your uniform is already hanging in your closet. tomorrow will be your first day" clasping his hands together he looks at you "any questions"

jimin slaps his forehead at the awkwardness from his dad, your dad glances at the both of you.

you look around the room "thank you dad, it looks great. i think i have everything" he nods

"you must be tired so um..i'll go and let you catch up with jimin" he walks pass you both and smiles closing the door behind him.

you cross your arms and look at jimin with your eyebrow raised

"give him a chance, he's trying. he was nervous all this time, getting everything ready for you"

"11 years late" you place your bag on the desk, pulling the chair out to sit

"y/n please, he regrets not getting to know you. give him a chance ok" he kneels down in front of you taking your hands in his

you look around the room "fine..it looks like he thought of everything" you chuckle

"sis you have no idea, look" he gets up walking to a cabinet, opening it he takes out a bin filled with pads tampons

covering your mouth as you laugh

"mom told him everything and he especially asked about this, something about him not wanting you to struggle about anything" he shrugs putting the stuff back

you get up opening the closet "who got all the clothes then?"

"oh mom send a list of stuff to his secretary and she got everything for you. even your undergarments. she also came and fixed everything"

you nod "he's trying isn't he"

"he truly is"

letting out a sigh you rub your temples

jimin pulls you into a hug "you don't know how much i've always wanted you to live with us again. my room is right next to yours. tell me if you need anything" kissing your forehead he says he gots to go do something and leaves you alone in your new room

you look around and see that he truly got everything.

"i should get some sleep..i'm tired" you open your suitcase, taking out your pajamas.

getting into bed you realize it's the same mattress your mom had gotten for you

"fine dad...lets see if you can make up for those lost years" saying that left a bitter taste in your mouth

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This is an Eddie Munson x male reader. will have multiple chapters, happy ending, not slow burn, mutual crushes, bottom! reader top! Eddie. This story is mostly fluff. This may be inaccurate to the show

Warnings: drug use, alcohol use,eventual smut, occasional angst, swearing

The Freak and The Nerd

Chapter 1

There he was the prettiest boy I'd ever seen sitting 6 and a half tables away from me reading a book. I poke at my school lunch suddenly not hungry as I watch him from across the room. He's only been here since last Friday and I think I choked the first time he walked into class. And I definitely died and went to heaven when the teacher sat him next to me.

"Ed?" A voice calls pulling me out of my trance. I look over to see the club looking at me weird.

"Huh? What?" I say looking back to the boy then at Dustin who'd called my name.

"The session? We were talking about the last session?" Henderson says finishing off his sentence with an emphasized look.

"Yeah, anyways, I think all things considered the campaign is going well I wish you guys had fallen into my trap last session though..." I say picking up where I had left off before he walked in. Dustin gives mike a look then they both look down to their plates eating the rest of their food in a hurry as the bell rings dismissing us to our next class. I stand taking my tray back after dumping it all the smile watching him stand close his book and walk out to the class we share. After I finish with my tray I start My walk to Mrs. Lyle's class (I didn't know what other name to use) as soon as I stepped in the room he looks up and we make eye contact before he hurriedly looks back down to the notebook infront of him. I take my seat immediately not paying attention to te teacher. Class begins and ends the eay it always does except this time the teacher speaks up after dismissing everyone for the Day.

"Mr. Munson, Mr. (L/N) a word please." She says sitting at her desk. The pretty Nerd tenses up before standing and walking to the front of the room I ofcourse follow after him. "Mr. Munson as I'm sure you are aware you are failing my class. Which. Is bringing Down the class average and this us your second senior year. I'd really like to see you graduate this time which is why I've decided (Y/N) is going to tutor you until you are passing my class." She says blatantly disregarding the fact that she hadn't asked either of us before hand if that was okay. I roll my eyes looking away while he just stands there wide eyed. "(Y/N), you'll be getting extra credit for this I would appreciate if you could meet up before or after school atleast once a week, starting with today." I look back up at her appalled.

"With all due respect man, I have Hellfire tonight. Can't miss it." I say crossing my arms. (Y/N) just stands there looking between the two of us.

"Then it looks like you're meeting up after club activities." She says crossing her arms aswell.

"I-I can't tonight either ma'am, I have a test monday I need to study for." He says looking down not making eye contact. I look over wide eyed I'd never heard him speak before until just now. Holy shit his voice is smoothe and sweet as sugar I think to myself as the teachers waves him off

"Nonsense you'll pass for sure." Mrs. Lyle says unrolling her arms and shooing us out of the room. He looks up at me and then back down.

"Hi, prettyboy~" I say with a smirk to which he looks up quickly then away again. "Look we can just say you're tutoring me and pretend. I'm busy almost every night and I don't wake up early for school." I say running a hand through my hair. He looks away and then back to me.

"I dont want to lie. We'll just have to make time to study.. I'll meet you outside of Hellfire at 9." He says rubbing the back of his neck. I huff my attempt to get out of studying failing. But atleast he would be stuck with me for the time being.

"Yeah, okay prettyboy, we can study at my place and I'll drive you home when we're done..." I say and I could swear he blushed as he starts to walk away. "There's no way he swings that way... It'd be too lucky." I think to myself as I walk the opposite direction towards my next class. Class goes on for what seems like forever until the final bell rings dismissing me from hell on earth. I rush to the club room throwing open the door. Noone was here yet so it was just me setting up for about 30 minutes until Mike and Lucas walk in followed shortly by Dustin then everybody else.

"Who's the guy waiting outside on the floor?" I hear Lucas ask Mike who shrugs indifferently. "He's already waiting outside... on the floor?" I ask myself before poking my head out and seeing him sat outside against the wall knees to his chest as he reads a book.

"Hey... do you uh.. want to come in? Or even just a chair?" I ask and he looks up startled.

"Uh- uhm... I- I wouldn't want to intrude..." He says rubbing his neck and looking away. I smile internally and reach down hooking my hand under his arms and pulling him to his feet and into the hellfire club. He sputters as I drag him in almost falling into me.

"Hey guys.. this is my study buddy (Y/N). He's gonna sit in on today's session." I say proudly presenting him with my arms outstretched. He blushes and scurries off to an empty seat in the back of the room. I giggle and smile my signature Cheshire grin as I start the session. He sits book in his lap watching me the whole time watching my hands and face and arms and theatrics its almost enough to make me blush. As I finish up the session he yawns rubbing his eyes softly and I smile. "Maybe I should just take him straight home" I say to myself internally slowly everyone leaves calling their rides or hopping in their cars and then its just us again I'm beginning to prefer it this way. "(Y/N), do you just want Me to take you back to your place you look tired love~" I say flirting again. He blushes looking away.

"N-no.. we gotta study.." He says stretching as he stands once I finish packing up. I lead him out of the school and towards my van he follows behind me like a lost puppy and as I hold the door open for him he climbs in and buckles up. I close his door and walk around to my side and hop in starting the engine and turning the heat on seeing as though it's currently cold as balls February right now. He seems to sink into the seat as the van air warms around him he hadn't worn a jacket just a sweatshirt and jeans. I smile as I pull out of the parking lot and begin the drive back to my trailer. As I'm driving I push the play button on my vans stereo system playing one of my Metallica cassets he nods his head along to the music which makes me feel all giddy inside.

"Ever listened to music like this prettyboy?~" I ask smiling like Noones buissness he looks over at me with sleepy eyes and shakes his head no with a small smile. "Well this, is real music." I say with a proud smile as he giggles shaking his head. "Wayne shouldn't be home tonight so it'll just be me you and my couch." I say pretending not to be excited to have him in my home for the first time. As we pull up outside of the trailer I look over to find him sound asleep and gently shake him with my hand on his shoulder.

"Mm? Wha?" He says picking his head up and looking around confused. I laugh and get out going over to his side to open the door for him. He unbuckles and gets out rubbing his eyes. "S-so cold" he says as we walk to my front door. As I suspected Wayne wasn't here I hold the door open for him and he steps into the heat of my home standing there awkwardly before turning around and looking at me wide eyed. "I forgot to tell my family I wouldn't be home til late!" He says suddenly in a panic. I look over to our phone and point him to it to which he instantly rushes over dialing his home phone it rings twice before someone picks up and he starts talking. "Mom? MOM! So sorry I forgot to tell you I was paired up with Eddie Munson and I have to help him study. I won't home for a few hours... uhhuh... yeah... yes mom I'm safe we're at his place... it's just me and him momma, no I've not eaten yet... uhhuh yes ma'am... don't wait up for me you have work tomorrow... it's Friday mom I don't have school in the morning... okay bye love you" he says as the phone hangs up and he puts the phone back in its place. He turns back to me taking his back pack off his back and waving me over. "Ready Eddie?" He asks and I blush sitting on the couch and patting the spot next to me to which he awkwardly sits down and pulls out 3 books. "We have an essay due Monday... I'm sure you're aware but it was assigned Wednesday. Have you started?" He asks starting our study session off with a smile. I look at him dead in the eyes.

"I'm gonna be completely honest with you. I wasn't even sober Wednesday. I had no idea we had an essay." I say with a smile to which he huffs.

"We're gonna write half of this paper tonight. Starting with your rough draft." He says placing a notebook in my lap accidently brushing my thigh. I blush tensing up though I don't think he noticed. He hands me a pencil and starts to explain what our prompt was. And then we start writing him oroff reading as I write, we take a break every 20 minutes to stretch and eat junk food. He had subconsciously layer his head on my shoulder about an hour in and during our last break I start to feel his breath fan across my neck in a soft and steady pattern meaning he'd fallen asleep again. I contemplate waking him up but then I look at the clock "shit it's 3 am." I say to myself quietly as I move him off my shoulder to a laying position on the couch and go to my room to change into night clothes which was just a pair of red plaid pj pants and a Metallica shirt. I grab a blanket and pillow off of my bed and take it out to him placing the pillow softly under his head and the blanket gently over his body. "Goodnight (Y/N).. sweet dreams sweetheart" I say before going back to my room and crashing on my bed. The last thought in my head as I fall asleep being the boy asleep on my couch and how nice it'd feel to hold him.

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