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#eh. i'm slow when it comes to my writing. and this counts as writing because here look at this:
0oolookitsme · 1 year
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A Day Made Better
Type- Blurb
Verse- Marvel-Actress!Y/n x Marvel-Actor!Harry and Marvel-Actor!Tom Holland
Warnings- None that I can see, but please do tell me if there's any I should put!
Word Count- 912
A/N- I'm slipping back into writing a lot now. Like, I've literally got two more fics saved up and ready to be posted in my drafts and I'm onto working another one. You believe me now? Good. I hope you enjoy reading this <3
Description- Y/n isn't having the best day of her life, Tom can't seem to stop falling and Harry is just too good at making people happy with his little jokes.
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It'll be a lie if they were to say that they 'didn't even try' to keep Harry from joining the duo of Tom and Y/n.
Cause they did, they really did try their best. Alas, sweat broke on their foreheads as they lost the unconfirmed battle. But that doesn't mean they are at peace now, oh that's such a no. Perhaps that's why they were gatekeeping Harry, to save them from any greater number of chaotic plans plotted against them.
Every morning, Harry is the first to arrive at the set. Followed by eating-something-Y/n and then a disheveled Tom. And everyone loves their presence but somedays they want nothing more than to tie the three up and throw them in some random deep pit.
Today, majority of the marvel actors are on the set because of some random interview filming which apparently required to them to be on the set. This made the lot who wasn't in the camera view feel annoyed- not sure with the interviewers or with the ones who are being interviewed.
Whatever the option, Y/n is most definitely annoyed with both.
She's been asked to come on set at 5am in the morning, since the last two weeks. Well, everyone has been. But today wasn't like just any other days, no. She had gotten her periods last night, which she blames to make her cry last night. In the morning when she woke up, she was met with her unpleasantly puffed-up eyes, causing her to cry almost again especially when her hair wouldn't get in a proper braid.
At the end, she washed her face with cold once again, looked away from the mirror and threw her hair in a hand curated bun. And, as expected, it looked better than anything.
Then when she arrives on set, she sees Tom on the ground looking like an embarrassed five-year-old, and Harry who's standing right behind him, clutching his stomach and laughing his lungs out while providing his friend with his arm for support.
That did turn the corner of her lips up a tad bit. But when she was told how there wasn't going to be any shooting done today because of interview she and the other two are not a part of, she felt like ripping her hair off her scalp.
She had asked if they could go back then, but the answer she received might be the reason she's sitting in a corner as she registers the fact that this day was going to go down the sink of moodiness.
"Let me tell you a joke," Harry came to sit down beside her, his thigh touching with hers and y/n's not sure if it's because his love language is physical touch or just an unintentional thing. Either thought makes her smile a little. "But you'd have to participate in this one- just once!"
"So, a papa tomato, a mummy tomato and a baby tomato were walking down the street. The baby tomato was walking too slow and got a little behind the parent tomatoes. That made papa tomato mad, and he squished the baby tomato, telling him to: 'ketchup!'" Harry shrieked at the last word and started giggling himself before fixing his eyes on y/n's mouth to see if it made her smile even.
It's like she's laughing, but she doesn't want to laugh- like she wanted to remain sad. Which makes Harry bump his shoulder with hers and laugh along.
Y/n feels something brush on her back before the third musketeer's voice follows. "What's so funny, eh?" He asks as he tries his best to sit down in his kinda tight skinny jeans. "Tell me too, my day hasn't been very heartful either. It's been rather hurtful," he continues himself, squeezing out an unexpected laugh by the other two.
"He's been falling on his ass all morning long," Harry tells y/n as he calms down, still giggling every once in a minute. Though when he sees y/n frown in amusement, he goes on full tryna-convince-her mode. "Like literally!"
"I've fallen what, three times? And what did you do about it, other than wheezing huh?" Tom defends himself from the other side.
"What else could you expect me to do? Massage your arse??"
This snatched a wheeze from y/n's lungs as her body shrinks down. Clutching her stomach, she rises back up and starts to clap while still laughing hysterically.
"Shut up," Tom mumbles, the tops of his cheeks reddening as if someone pinched them.
Harry sputters out laughs as y/n and Tom tell him more about the pranks they have pulled on the rest of the cast members before. But none of them pulls a laugh as loud as the can toppled over Tom's head does.
"Should I throw the other two too, or are you guys coming here to get them?" Sebastian shouts from quite afar with two more cans in his hands.
"No wait! We're coming!" Y/n manages to string the words together in the middle of another wheel of laughter, all while Harry helps her up and Tom cusses out Sebastian.
With the cans finally in their hands, they come back to sit back at their spots. The time followed by goes like that, Y/n spilling her drink as she opens her can, Tom almost slipping over the same drink as he stands up to enact a scene from his favourite movie he was describing and Harry throwing lame jokes here and there.
Tagging- @onecrazydirectioner @tatehuxley222 (you both requested for a part 2 :)) | @marvel1dhp @eloquentree (you both asked to be tagged in all the works <3)
Feel free to reply under any of my original posts or send in an ask requesting to be added in the tag list <3
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spaceofentropy · 2 months
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20 questions for fic writers (and artists)
I was tagged by @dragonflylady77 and, why not? Why not procrastinate a bit? :P
1. How many works do you have on ao3(Tumblr)?
14.
2. What's your total ao3 (Tumblr) word count?
253,035 as of right the fuck now. Holy moly that's a lot.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
I've written for Why R U? and now for Stranger Things.
4.What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Of soulmates and colors (a chonky metalsandwich soulmates AU)
What happens in Vegas... (a WhyRU? canon divergence with Tor waking up in Vegas, married to his ex)
I just came to say... (modern era Harringrove meet cute)
Amok (modern era Harringrove thing about Billy meeting his mom by chance and being conflicted as fuck)
Like a curse (the WhyRU? heist AU nobody had asked for but they still had to face)
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I try. Sometimes I'm slow as fuck and sometimes I'm perched on my inbox like a starving hawk, but I always try.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Probably What doesn't kill you makes you a monster, which is an angst fest built around body horror and body mutation which ends with Steve having basically no hope about the future. But then, months after, I went and wrote a follow up fic where Steve gets to find another monster and fall in love with him and have a HEA, so I guess it only half-counts ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Uh... I honestly don't know. I mean, I mostly write fics with a good ending or at worst a hopeful ending (like Come Close) and I honestly don't think I can't rank which of my HEA fics is the happiest, so, all the happy ones? I guess?
8. Do you get hate on any fics (Art)?
So far, never.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yep, I do, even if it's hard as hell and I always feel like it sucks. As for what kind... uh... I don't know how to answer... The smutty kind? Sometimes it's soft. and sometimes it's hurried, and sometimes it's filthy monsterfucking because monsters, too, deserve to get laid.
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
My heist AU is a crossover between one show, a different show, and an AU of the first show. Two actors from the first show play minor parts in the second show. It's a wild, wild thing.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
No.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No.
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
Harringrove.
15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Probably that one Gallavich thing I wrote 90k words of because I had to put it out of my head and is close to the end but when I look at it makes me feel eh because Ian's part of the plot feels to passive and NOPE!, that's so fucking wrong, vade retro Satana!
16. What are your writing strengths?
Plotting and dialogue. And wild ideas.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Descriptions. Smut.
18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
To quote Guin, "get it checked by a person who speaks that language before you post". Preferably a native speaker who can tell you if it sounds like your easy going teenager was possessed by the ghost of a stuffy academic from the 1820s. Also, it's a hard balance to make it not too distracting, to make sure it doesn't kill the pace of the story, so good luck in your endeavours, fellow writers!
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Honestly no idea.
20. Favorite fic you've written?
I love them all, they are my self-indulgent nuggets of entertainment and I won't pit them one against the other trying to choose a favorite. I reject this question. U_U
I should tag people, theoretically, but honestly I don't have the brain power for it tonight. If you read this and want to do this, consider yourself tagged. Have fun! :3
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coleoffduty · 5 months
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tysm @sapphireblueye for tagging me and for all the wonderful things you do for this little corner of the fandom!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
9! [but i have 17 wips breathing down my neck rn]
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
282,695
3. What fandoms do you write for?
only hotd rn but i really wanna try writing for marvel (nashuri) or dc (batriddle)!
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
- brutus - The Watcher - The Realm's Sweetness - phantoms & fishbowls - legacies
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
yes! i think it's so sweet and intimate when someone takes the time to not only read and kudos my work but also leave an appreciative response,,,, i reciprocate a lot and as a reader, commenting is a bit intimidating so i rlly value the initiation!
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
i don't think anything i have out yet is too sad (but i'm angst tone deaf at times) although 'The Realm's Sweetness' is def the one that comes to mind. it's based on canon/my take on a lore accurate asoiaf storyline for lucemond so,,,,, yikes,,,
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
'love in the dark' and 'brutus' are a tie for that one. rhaenicent get to run away together and live domestically while lucemond get to rule and start their own little family despite,,, the horrors.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
actually not really. i've gotten condescending/backhanded comments but the only fic i've gotten a crumb of real hate on is my fic concept art which was.... interesting....
9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?
i do! i write the bad kind <3 no but srsly it's just nothing crazy or fun (imo)
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
no,,, maybe when i was like younger but as of now, no,,,
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
nope! but i think most of the ideas/plots i make up are really out there and abstract so if anyone tried-- good luck. i can barely keep up with some of my fic lore and that's because i have it all written down in my notes app.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
no, but i was thinking about translating my english stuff into spanish myself,,, and then i realized how much work that is so,,,
13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
nah. i've thought about it... i just feel like my writing process takes a while and anybody stuck writing with me would end up regretting it lol
14. What's your all-time favourite ship
i ofc love my hotd dumpster fires (lucemond, rhaenicent, luaena, alysmond, jacegan, etc) but the first pairing that forever has a special place in my heart are soul&maka from soul eater,,,
15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
i have this rhaenicent fic that was in the works but i just sort of lost any new plot to add to it. that tends to happen and my brain randomly picks things back up, but this one has been radio silent for a while,,, nothing i've teased or already have a preexisting work out for though!
16. What are your writing strengths?
detail. foreshadowing. outlandish things galore. you could give me an inanimate, random household item and i'd probably come up with a rlly intricate backstory for it.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
probs smut and the amount of writing i do. average trs and legacies chapters are 5-10k and that leads to slow updates. but hey, i'm trying to learn about quality over quantity.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
hmmm the only other language i'm fluent in is spanish but none of the characters i write speak it so,,,, valryian is rlly the only language i write dialogue in for fics but that's generated through a translator so eh. things get lost in translation or don't come across with the initial intended meaning. at first, i used to think high valryian was such a nice, intimate undertone for fics but now as someone writing the dialogue and sourcing the translations-- i've become a bit immune. i just use it for plot reasons now.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
b-bts ff- on wattpad- [gunshot] (this was actually a really nice experience and intro into fic writing so,,, army borahae asf)
20. Favourite fic you've ever written?
probs 'is this fate (or is this fear)'! i love black mirror and the actual premise is based on one of my own nightmare sequences, so how fun <3 no but yeah i wrote it in a week and felt so immensely pleased with myself for having stuck with the idea and then completing it,,,
tagging @droppofsaltt, @spiderlilac, @unohanabbygirl & anybody else who sees this and feels like doing it <3
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tell me a fun fact about someone from the cojum who? crew that is unlikely to be realistically mentioned/covered in the actual story?
depends on your standards for “actual story” honestly because if i come up with a thing odds are it’s because there’s Potential in it. but i can be realistic sometimes! things that won’t ever come up unless i lose my mind &/or obtain a time machine of my own to write this stuff out with:
-coral & marcy are both on their 4th regenerations
-i already introduced this in w. xylophone but lucas has synesthesia, of the music & colors (chromesthesia) variety for the most part, with other bits of time-related & word synesthesia as well. if i’m being vague it’s a. i don’t know much about synesthesia & b. if there’s one thing i do know it’s that things are vague with synesthesia
-darius has absolutely braided marcy & coral’s hair before and it’d do it with the others too but they have significantly less conscious control over the growth of their hair than the time lords do.
-out of the entire crew of them, rosa is the one with the least musical experience
-lucas’ nonhuman traits are generally limited to like, internal biology & dna & shit, making hyr separate from humans a la the way snakes can all look almost identical but can’t inbreed. because of this they can eat rocks
-oh also because everyone is nd here: amber stims by like hopping around in place or walking and moving; darius stims by hand flapping & other real dynamic hand motions; rosa stims by shaking eir head and *spoilers but basically ey swing eir legs*; lucas stims by humming and making other noises in hyr mouth (chewlery bay be); the time lords tend to do this stuff on like an ~advanced telepathic or metaphysical sense, but also coral will whistle and kick their feet in the air; marcy likes to run xer hands down xer body and slap shit like bongos; and last but not least jay tends to rock or jog in place!
-marcy & coral do have passing acquaintances with the doctor and probably would go for a meetup of “renegade time lords that do or do not collect companions from time to time” were it not for amber’s (and darius’, honestly) moderate aversion to british people (understandable)
and here i’ve absolutely got to put a cut for spoilers because most of this story is not published! which means from here on out you may find things involving contexts that haven’t been introduced in the main story yet. so either save this for whenever the hell i get the rest of this story out or read on and be spoiled on. minor factoids. minor factoids that mention larger factoids that are connected to major factoids.
to be concise: if you read on you might learn shit that would be built up & played with suspense or as a shock in the chapter it’s meant to be introduced in and nothing a whole lot more deadly than that.
-jay is past their 5th regeneration (though they’d gladly lie about that number on literally any scale). you know i damn near put that above this cut & i’m very glad i didn’t all things considered
-lucas is the only one of the non-time lords to be an only child but they don’t know this for sure & it’s exactly as angsty as you think it can be.
-this one’s less of an interesting fact and more amber’s entire backstory but i genuinely can’t think of a way to integrate it into a story so just imagine this is being told in the T&LDIS library over a cup of 20th century martinellis or something. cw for implied/mentioned death + only other things you’d get in a dw story
he was born an american, of course, you can tell by the accent, but one does not learn a convincing british accent without a good amount of experience- he was sent moved to england shortly before even becoming an adult, and spent pretty much all of his time there learning the ins and outs of capitalism in an almost obviously fascist state. he was a good student, of course, had to get support from his family/the government somehow, but you know, still ended up gravitating towards the types of figures that nobody in the capitalist class ever wanted to see someone gravitate towards. in short, he started attending underground insurrectionist meetings that were dedicated to (in the short term) countering propaganda and spreading awareness/education, and (in the long term) holding an entire revolution. (yes, it was that kind of fascist scifi setting).
considering the whole general state howard was in when the others came across him, it shouldn’t be too hard to guess how that whole thing worked out. still. the details. they were found out, in due time. the whole lot of them. someone caved and ratted them out, of course. well, there was one survivor. one stuck around to tell the tale. one stuck around to personally know exactly what any potential revolutionaries are up against, and provide testimonies if the powers that be ever wanted them, and not do anything to provoke their notice in the slightest, and be nothing more than the best cog in the great capitalist machine the english empire ever saw.
[note from a fog many months later: the following is a bit of lore that is not only inaccurate but irrelevant. i’m only leaving it here, unedited, for posterity’s sake. rosa is transfem and picked out eir own name.]
-rosa is not forrester’s real name! it’s a nickname derived from eir middle name. eir first name is steven. why is this in the spoilers section? because eir twin’s name is also a derivative of hir middle name, with hir first name being steve. their parents though they were being funny.
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kiribaku-queen · 3 years
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Sexercise [18+]
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TW: rough sex, multiple partners, overstimulation, oral sex, penetration, spanking, choking, hair pulling, smacking (face), fingering, bruising
Word count: 6.8K
Summary: When you go to a new gym for special workouts but you aren't getting your needs met. Your trainer is here to help, offering special sessions to help get both of your sexual frustrations out.
A/N: Okay, shit writing BUT just think about the concept. I took the liberty of writing this piece because I couldn't get it out of my head!! This collab was really fun to do! Although stressful, I would love to do it again! Check out all the other writer's work for this collab! They are all so talented and just W O W
Inspired by the Korean Webtoon: Sexercise! It's actually really good and I was so obsessed with it. Here's my version but with Bakugou <3
Also, sorry if I tag the trigger warnings wrong >< I'm so new to this!
You stepped out of the freshly, hot shower, carefully drying every inch of your body before putting on the exercise clothes the gym had provided you.
You know. You didn’t bring your own clothes and the gym gave you some to wear? Well, this isn’t your typical gym.
It all started when you saw their promotion flyer hidden behind many others on the bulletin board on your way home. You’ve been meaning to get back to the gym and this one looked promising. A new form of exercise that’ll make you come back for more? Curiosity got the best of you and you headed to the gym to check it out.
Upon arriving, it looked like a regular gym. They had all the necessary equipment that you see in any gym. What’s so special about this gym? And what ‘new form’ of exercise were they talking about, you asked yourself.
“Hi, are you new here?” you hear a voice from behind you. You spun around to see a beautiful, fit woman greet you.
“Ah, yes I’m actually looking to sign up for that new form of exercise written on this flyer,” you explained, showing the lady the flyer you picked up. She grabbed it from you, shocked and disbelief written all over her face.
“Who the fuck did this?” she grumbled under her breath. But she did it right in front of you so you heard everything she said. She didn’t sound too happy, by the way her eyebrows crunched in rage. Her reaction made you back away, feeling uncomfortable. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to come to this gym after all. The lady noticed how you were shifting in your stance and cleared her throat, fixing her posture to look professional.
“Sorry if I scared you,” she laughed embarrassedly. “We just don’t promote this gym very much so it was a surprise to see this flyer. I’m guessing you’re not familiar with the workouts we do here?”
“Uhm, not really,” you say shyly. She looks you up and down and thinks for a moment. Then, she goes behind her desk and pulls out this thick contract.
“Well, before we get started, I’m going to need you to sign this nondisclosure agreement and fill out your personal information here. After all this is completed, I can take you around for a tour!” she exclaimed. You were a bit reluctant to even sign this and was about to walk out the door. What kind of gym is this that you need to sign an NDA? But it couldn’t hurt right?
When you signed the last line of that NDA form, she took you on your tour right away. And that’s when you found out the through about this gym.
“Ah, fuck~!”
“HNGH, hah!”
“Good, I wanna see 10 more reps.”
This gym helps their members enjoy working out through the pleasure of sex.
So here you were, stretching your muscles out in your assigned room for your first session. You felt that familiar feeling at the bottom of your stomach due to nervousness and excitement. You’ve always loved having sex. Having multiple partners? Eh, not so much. But you’ve been single for way too long and it’s been a while since you’ve had a good sex experience. Plus, you’ve been meaning to start exercising again so this was such a perfect gym for you. You’re just hoping that it’ll meet your expectations.
You heard two voices coming in your direction. A muscular man with dark green hair and similar clothes to what you were wearing and an angry, blondie with a trainer outfit on were entering the room, chatting away like they knew each other.
“(y/n)?” the blonde one spoke up.
“Ah, yes. That’s me,” you wiped your sweaty palms on your pants and reached out your hand to shake the trainer’s hand.
“Bakugou. I’ll be your trainer today,” he introduced himself. His palm in yours felt so heavy andstrong. He gripped your hand firmly, but only for a second and let go, his presence leaving you empty. Who knew that someone could have that kind of effect on you. You wanted so badly to take his large hands and have them roam all around your bod- You shook your head out of these naughty thoughts. What were you thinking? Sure, you were having sex but this was your workout, not some hookup. Plus, he’s your trainer. He’s not the one you were going to have sex with. It was that handsome hunk beside him.
“Introduce yourself,” Bakugou nudged the man. The green-haired man gave you a shy smile and a small wave.
“Midoriya Izuku. Most people call me Deku, but you can call me by what makes you most comfortable,” Deku says. You smile. His personality and demeanor reminded you of a puppy. But not a small puppy. He was more like a Great Dane: sweet but large in size. Looking at both of them now, they were both very muscular, almost towering over your small figure. You looked over at your trainer who was writing something down on his clipboard. Now he was very attractive. He’s got the face, the voice, the body. God, he was your type. Your partner was also good looking. No matter how much you wanted to have this session with someone else, your partner will do for now. With a build like that, you were sure you were going to enjoy this sex session.
“Alright, (y/n). Since this is your first time here, I’ll run over the basics. Before every session, each partner will give the other a massage to loosen up. If you could lay on the mat, please,” he instructs, pointing over to the mat that was laying on the floor.
You nodded in understand, laying on your stomach and resting your chin on your arms. Deku comes up behind you, sitting on top of the back of your legs. You jump in surprise, but Deku hushes you and gently pushes you back down.
“I’ll make you feel good, don’t worry,” he leans down to whisper in your ear.
Deku starts his massage by pressing both of his thumbs in the middle of your back, going up your spine. You almost let out a moan of pleasure from how good you felt. His large hands felt amazing on your back. Damn, forget about the sex. You’ll gladly be content with this. His hands skillfully rubbed your entire back, switching between a firm and soft pressure. You definitely felt relaxed and comfortable now. So this is why they start off every session with a massage. You were about to fully succumb to his touch, that is, until your trainer interrupted you.
“Okay, you can switch now. Sir, please lay on your stomach,” he instructed. Ah, right. You were still being talked through everything by Mr. Grumpy Pants here. Deku was used to this, so he laid down and you were the one to get on top now.
You started your massage off slow. Your touch was soft and gently, trying to touch every part of his body and get him to relax as much as possible. You tried copying a few of his moves, improvising here and there. So far, so good. You could feel Deku’s muscles loosen under you and he sighed in satisfaction.
“Alright, sir. Now I’m gonna have you lay on your back. Ma’am, go ahead and massage his chest,” Bakugou instructed. Swiftly and skillfully, Deku maneuvered his body around so that you were straddling his waist from the front.
“Oh!” you made a sound of surprise. You could have gotten up and let him take his time turning around, but he had his own plans. You could tell he’s done this many times before.
You were shy about giving him the massage at first. It’s not the first time you’ve touched a man’s chest, but it was your first time giving a massage with the man looking at you with such intense eyes. Deku’s hands were crossed behind his head, enjoying the show he was given. His eyes never left yours for a second, making sure he mapped every inch, every curve of your body and imprinted in his brain. You didn’t know where to look. While he was staring at with you eyes of lust, you were looking anywhere else but him; his chest, the floor, your hands. How could you concentrate when he’s looking at you like that?
You couldn’t help but shift in your position to get more comfortable, but in doing so, you sat right on his crotch. A bolt of electricity shot through your body when you felt his hard on growing larger with each passing second. It took you everything in your power not to moan right then and there. You didn’t want to look desperate so soon in the session. But Deku was making it so hard. Bakugou looked up from his clipboard to see a very obvious tent in the male’s pants.
“Hard already? It’s only the beginning of the massage,” Bakugou pointed out. Deku smirks and puts one hand on your thigh, caressing firmly.
“What can I say? She’s a beautiful girl,” Deku compliments. Bakugou doesn’t respond to his comment and instead, instructs him to do something else.
“Sir, please massage her breasts in this position,” Bakugou says. Without hesitation, Deku gropes your breasts with his massive hands. Every time he squeezed a bit too tightly, every time he readjusts his pose, it was all driving you mad. The heat between your thighs was telling you that you wanted, needed, to be touched. You bit your lips to stop another moan from coming out. Deku takes notice of your small action and decides, with a devilish smirk, to take matters into his own hands. He grabs a hold of your waist and juts his hips upwards so that his boner rubbed against your sopping, wet cunt. With so much force he put into that thrust, your body got pushed forward, allowing Deku to grab your breasts even more tightly. Finally, that long awaited moan escapes your lips.
“There we go,” Deku whispers, continuing his movements. You closed your eyes, enjoying the friction he was supplying you with. But before anything could get too heated, Bakugou, once again, interrupts.
“You probably already know what to do but I’ll explain just in case,” Bakugou starts, putting down his clipboard and goes to the draw that was sitting on the side. He brings out a bottle of oil and kneels behind you. “May I?” he asks while pointing to your top.
“Ah, yes,” you softly say. With his rough, calloused hands, he rakes his fingers up your side before removing your top. Your breasts spill out with a flop, making Deku’s eyes widen in thirst. Bakugou disregards his reaction, continues to put oil on his hands and starts to massage your breasts.
“Be careful when massaging women’s breasts. You don’t want to be too rough that it hurts or too soft that she can’t feel anything. The closer you get to the nipple, the more sensitive she is so be careful when touching them,” Bakugou explains. Like a pro, he starts to play around and twists your sensitive nipples. But just like in his explanation, he used different pressures in different areas to give you the ultimate pleasure. You moan in ecstasy, allowing yourself to submit to his touch. The back of your head landed on his shoulder and you just laid it there while he played with your breasts. Bakugou chuckled softly in your ear and gently pushed you up.
“Okay, give it a try,” he was addressing Deku. Deku nodded with excitement, eager to continue the session. Bakugou guides you to your partner, but his touch lingered on your back for a second too long. You looked back at your trainer and made eye contact with those fiery, crimson eyes. But your attention was stolen by the green-haired man under you. Deku had this talk to many times before that he goes right in to touch your soft, naked tits. It doesn’t take long for his tongue to find its way to your nipple. His wet tongue sliding against your sensitive buds excited you and only made you want more. You started griding your hips downwards to meet his upwards thrusts.
Very quickly, the chemistry between you two started getting more heated. Clothes were coming off one by one. Deku moves so that he is sitting up while you straddle. You cupped his face and brought him in for a kiss. As you guys were making out, you pull his shirt up to reveal part of his abs. At first, you just wanted to tease and feel his body but your horniess was off the charts and just touching caused you to want more of him.
For a moment, Izuku separates from you to take his shirt off and then his lips are right back on yours. Then he leans you back so you’re laying on your back and he’s leaning over you. He quickly disposes of his clothes and then rips your pants off. He sees that you’re already so wet and don’t need prepping. Neither does Deku apparently. When you looked down, he dick was so erect that precum was already leaking out.
Deku leans over you, panting slightly from your make out session, and lines his dick up with your entrance while pumping it a few times. Before he’s right about to stick it in, Bakugou slaps the back of his head. A now agitated Deku springs up, but before he could say anything, Bakugou just throws a condom at him.
“Slow down. Don’t forget that this is an exercise session. Now I want to see 50 reps,” Bakugou scolded.
“Fuckin hell,” he complains. He looks back at you and smirks. “Ready?” You nod eagerly wanting more than anything to just be fucked right now.
Deku slides his throbbing cock inside your long awaited pussy and you swear you could see stars. The stretch from his thick, veiny dick felt so amazing that your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Deku stayed still to let you adjust to his size. The feeling of being stuffed by a fat cock, and by a handsome guy at that, is already making your pussy clench tightly around him.
Deku lets out a sigh of pleasure and starts thrusting. The numbing feeling caused all his hairs to stand on end.
God, when he put his dick in, man did it feel good. But as soon as he started fucking you, you didn’t feel fully… satisfied. The initial stretch was the best feeling you’ve had yet. For some reason, the sex didn’t feel as good as you wanted it to be. Maybe you were too into your head? Maybe you just had to relax and just have a good time. But that was hard to do when your partner was whispering the countdown to himself.
There was no doubt that Izuku was enjoying his time with you, but he was so concentrated on the 50 reps that he wasn’t thinking about making you feel good. He thrusted inside you, not taking into consideration of where inside you he was hitting. Heat rushed to your cheeks in embarrassment. This wasn’t what you had in mind for your first session. You felt bad that you weren’t enjoying it, but you didn’t want to show it. With each snap of his hips, you forced out a moan to make it believe that you were having a good time. Every now and then, you’d let out a bigger, more convincing moan to change it up a bit.
This sucks. What’s the different between this and having sex with some stranger after a night out? They both can’t hit the right spot. He isn’t even going the speed you want him to. You wanted to be pounded into. You wanted him to fuck you so hard and so rough that you can’t walk the next morning. You wanted him to leave dark bruises all over your body but he wasn’t giving it to you.
You started getting bored midway through his reps and opened your eyes to look around the room. Maybe you could entertain yourself some other way while Deku was having his fun. You happened to look at your trainer who was looking at his own clipboard. He wasn’t even paying attention to you guys at all. He was writing down notes. What was he really writing though? Bakugou glanced away from his notes and made eye contact with you for a quick second. It was only for a second but it was enough to make you feel embarrassed that you got caught. You immediately closed your eyes to pretend that that small little eye contact didn’t happen.
“…48…49….50!” Izuku finally finished, giving you a nice, deep, hard thrust to finish it all off. That was good, but not enough. You eventually got fed up and flipped him over so that now you were on top. You were going to ride him until you were satisfied and full. But before you could lower yourself onto him, Deku holds your shoulders to stop you. He became a little flustered that you decided to take control because this wasn’t a part of the session. He looked at Bakugou for approval and he sighed, but eventually nodded his head.
“We can change it up,” Bakugou allowed. “But, (y/n). Now I want to see 50 reps from you.” He instructed.
“Yes sir,” you replied quickly. You just wanted him inside you, you didn’t have time for this chit-chat. So slowly but surely, you lowered yourself onto his dick, gasping the way he filled you up. You were able to fully sit, his dick disappearing completely inside you. The tip finally hit you where you wanted. Using your heels as leverage, you moved in the way you wanted. You made sure that pull all the way out before slamming into his dick again, loving the way he just fills you up. You loved how you were in control, shaking your ass up and down, hearing your sloppy cunt slap against his skin, how wet it must be down there.
God, but you wanted more. You guided Deku’s hands to grab your ass but all he does it grab onto it. Maybe a squeeze here and there. He was so entranced in the sex, his head was tilted back with his eyes shut closed, constant moans escaped his mouth. He loved the feeling of your pussy clenched around him to even think about anything. But you bit your lip in frustration. You didn’t want his hands just laying on you. You wanted him smack it with as much force as he could. He could put those muscles to use and man handle you a little. But you were here to fend for yourself. A visible pout was permanent on your lips but your partner wasn’t able to see it because he was enjoying himself below you.
But your trainer did. Bakugou was paying close attention to you. From the moment Izuku’s cock entered you to your little pout, he noted every movement and every expression you made. He raised an eyebrow, noting that small action and saving it for later.
Deku’s moans were growing louder and more inconsistent. He bucked his hips up, trying to be in motion with you but was getting sloppier by the second. It soon became too much for him and hot, white cum exploded inside the condom.
“Fuuuuck,” Izuku let out one last breath and flopped his arm out in exhaustion. He took a minute to catch his breath while you were getting off him and already started cleaning yourself up. Dammit, you didn’t even cum.
You were gathering your belongings, meanwhile, Izuku was chatting it up with Bakugou again. Before he leaves, Izuku comes up to you, places a hand on your lower back and gave you a genuine smile.
“Thanks for the amazing session,” he said. You gave him your best, fakest smile.
“Back at ya,” you reply. Your smile dropped the moment you turned around and you sighed in annoyance. You hated to think that you’d have to go home to finish yourself off but it looks like that’s exactly what you were going to have to do. Bakugou came up behind you and cleared his throat, causing you to jump in place.
“How was your first session?” he asked. You took a sip of your water to give it a bit of thought. Was this a fun experience? Oh, most definitely. Would you do it again? Probably. Did you cum? Hard no.
“It was good,” you lied. The experience was definitely new and refreshing but the sex was so mediocre that it was almost a little boring. But you couldn’t tell your trainer that. So you gave a sweet smile and picked up your bag. “I’ll see you at the next session!”
But the next session felt exactly the same as the first. You had a different partner this time. A big, scruffy dude with semi-long red hair that was pulled in a ponytail. He was just as built as Izuku, if not bigger. He had the cutest and sweetest personality. And just seeing him, you’d think this cute puppy would turn into a hungry wolf but you were wrong. As per usual.
Bakugou had made you kneel on this couch that he had provided. Kirishima was fucking you from behind but not hitting any of the right spots. His large hands were placed on your hips but they were glued there and he wasn’t touching you anywhere else.
Again, you faked your moans to mask the image of you not having a good time. Though, when you peeked behind you to get a look at your partner, he was in pure bliss. Eyes closed, mouth hung open, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, sweat trickling down his forehead. Damn, was it a sexy sight. At least he was having a fun time.
Every now and then, your mind would wander. It could be many things: you could think about what you were going to eat for dinner, or what your partner was like in bed with a lover, or if you forgot to turn the light off in your bathroom. Oh shit, what were you doing again? You opened one eye and Kirishima was focused solely on slamming his dick in your vagina. Sighing, you had to remind yourself that this was meant for exercise, not for pleasure. Although, it would be nice if you could feel nice too once in a while. Exercise was the prime reason you signed up but like… you thought it would be a win-win situation.
Your mind continued to wander for the rest of the session until you mind was set on a certain trainer you have the hots for. You could see his muscles through his tight fitted shirt, making him look even more buff than he already was. He looked so strong, you could only imagine what having sex with him was like.
You could imagine it now; face twisted in pleasure as he pounds into mercilessly, just like how you want it. You could feel that familiar butterfly feeling in the pit of your stomach just thinking about it. But then, you thought that he must be like all the other men; only chasing their own high instead of pleasuring their partner.
Session after session was exactly the same. You can pleasure that dick, but he can’t even find the clit. But honestly, you were okay with it because at least you could exercise while doing your favorite sport.
You were wiping yourself up after one session, drinking from a bottled water as your trainer, Bakugou, comes up behind you.
“How was the session?” Bakugou asked after your partner has just left the room. You took another sip of water before answering.
“Mhm, it was okay,” you tried your best to sound positive. You thought your conversation was going to end there, like it always has but something in Bakugou decided to investigate a little further.
“How do you really feel?” he questions you, stepping a little closer and observing your facial features for any lies. “I could tell that you weren’t enjoying it. Off day?” You put your water bottle away, thinking of how to respond to him. Did you really want to tell him how you were really feeling? You didn’t want to seem like a freak to him. Did you really want to tell him how you like to be choked, so much so that you feel like you can’t breath. Or that you want someone to just spank you until there’s bruises because you love the idea of being marked. Or that you want to feel stuffed to the brim but still beg for more?
“I just like it a little rough,” you explained. Bakugou nods his head and hums in understanding.
“I thought they were going pretty rough on you,” he thought. But you just groaned and rolled your eyes.
“I guess, but I want more!” you exclaim, letting out an exasperated sigh. “This is why I have such a hard time with my sex life because every guy is too busy chasing after their own high that they forget that I need to feel good too. Not every guy is into rough sex. I know that. But I just want someone to blow my back out for once! Like not holding back and just fuck me until I’m in tears… but one can only dream, right?” you chuckled at the end. You didn’t mean to go on a tangent but fuck it, why not? He’s your trainer anyway. He’s supposed to know everything about you if he wants to tend to your needs. Bakugou just looks at you in silence. You take that as a sign to continue.
“I mean, don’t get me wrong. This whole program is fun and I really love the idea but just once in a while, I want to have good sex, too,” you continued to open up to your trainer. You finally turned your head to get a look at his reaction to your rant and you saw those crimson getting closer and closer to you until you were right under him, looking up. Your heart skips a beat having him so close to you. You could smell his burnt vanilla caramel cologne, his scent filling all of your senses at once.
“Then would you like a private session?” he asks you in a whisper, his head tilted down at you. You were so mesmerized by him that you followed his every move.
“With who?” you asked.
“Me.” He responded in that sexy, raspy voice of his.
“When?”
“Now.” Bakugou pushes you against the cold mirror as a form of intimidation. Bakugou knows that he shouldn’t be doing this. Taking advantage of your weakness, suggesting private sessions when he’s strictly not allowed to, especially not on company’s time. It was wrong. But he’s had his eyes on you since the moment you walked in the gym for the very first time. And when you said what you said earlier, it was practically fate that you became one of his students.
The cold mirror touching your back sent you into shock, but the warmness of his body touching your chest made up for it all. He tilts your chin up so you could look in his half closed eyes full of lust. And then you couldn’t take it anymore.
You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in for a hungry kiss. Your lips smashed together, causing your teeth to crash but you didn’t care. And neither did Bakugou because he was just as hungry as you, kissing you with the same amount of passion.
He wraps his arm your waist, pulling you closer to him, if that was even possible at this point. With one swift handful of ass, he lifts you off your feet so that your legs were wrapped around his waist. The moment you became stable, Bakugou gives your ass a smack, making you jolt up.
“Mhm!” you made a surprised noise through the kiss but didn’t stop kissing him. God, you didn’t want to stop. When you came back down, you could feel his erection resting right on top of your clit. He carries you to one of the equipment stored in the room, a couch, while you grind on him, hopping to get more friction to stimulate your needs.
As soon as your back hit the couch, clothes were already being stripped off of you. There goes your shirt, then your sports bra. Finally, your pants. Last but not least, your lace panties that were already wet from your previous session are now even more soaked from his teasing. Wasting no time in discarding your panties, he pulls your waist I so that you’re laying flat on your back, your pussy right in his face I all of its glory.
“Fuck, you’re already so wet for me. I haven’t even done anything yet,” he says. You could feel his beath tickling your wet folds. He was so close yet so far. Just having his breath on you made your pussy clench over nothing. Bakugou puts his nose right on your clit, taking a good whiff of your after workout sex. God, it was intoxicating and he couldn’t wait to dig right in.
“Thank you for the food,” he says before completely devouring you. He took no time in exploring every fold, every inch of your pussy, eating you out like there was no tomorrow. He was rough around your entrance but soft and gentle around your clit. It was like light feather licks, barely touching you but sending you into sensory overload. When he got closer to your entrance, that’s when he started to get rough. Slurping and devouring your wetness, getting every last drop and leaving no leftovers.
Bakugou grabbed hold of your thighs, squeezing them and pulling your body even closer to his face so he could tongue fuck you. His tongue enters you, pushing its way through to get a better taste of your sweet cunt. At the same time, your mouth is hung open in pleasure, moans spilling out of your mouth and you couldn’t stop. Bakugou took this opportunity to stick three fingers in your mouth.
“Noisy bitch. Suck,” he commanded. And so you sucked on his fingers, like a little girl eating her lollipop. He only had three fingers in your mouth, but they were so thick that you couldn’t possibly put any more in. Yet you still covered his fingers in your thick saliva, making sure each finger was coated and wet enough so he could fuck you.
You looked up at him, purposefully making a sultry face, with your big, innocent eyes. You wanted to give him a small show, making sure that he was watching every move that you made. Your tongue found its way in between each finger, licking up and down, sucking each individual finger, and letting go with a loud ‘pop’. You got disappointed when Bakugou removed his hands from you mouth. But was pleasantly surprised when he stuck all three fingers in your throbbing cunt without warning. It’s not like you needed the prepping anyway when you were already soaking wet. Your back arched and chills ran down your spine. You didn’t know how this was possible, but the moment he entered his fingers, it was pure bliss. You already felt like you wanted to cum because he just managed to hit that magical spot in one go. You couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like when he fucks you with his fat cock.
“God, you’re so fucking tight. I can feel you clenching around me,” Bakugou watched as he slides his fingers in and out of your slick folds. He gives you a minute to adjust before picking up the pace. Every thrust of his hand, he keeps getting deeper and is always right the perfect damn spot. It was driving you mad. He hasn’t even fucked you yet and you were already a moaning mess. You couldn’t even form any words, you were such in a trance. It wasn’t before long until you had that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. The feeling gradually and rapidly escalated. Bakugou could feel it too: the way your walls clenched around his fingers a little too tight, he knew you were going to cum anytime soon.
“Bakugou~” you whined, holding onto his forearms for dear life. You needed to prepare yourself for this one.
“Gonna cum, princess?” Bakugou teased. You couldn’t answer him. More like you weren’t able to hear his question because you were so focused on this intense feeling that was going to explode any minute. Bakugou took his free hand and pushed your legs up so that they were pressed against your chest. He, then, leaned on them so weren’t able to move or squirm out of his grasp. And he went even faster, the sound of your juices was sinful.
“AH!” you screamed, letting your orgasm take over and wash over you. You thought he would stop once you had your first orgasm but he wasn’t stopping. He continued his fast pace. You wanted to make him stop, the overstimulation was getting too much for you. You tried moving your legs but Bakugou’s grip on you was nailed down. You weren’t going anywhere. You just had to take it but it still felt so good. The moment you felt like it was all too much to handle, Bakugou took his fingers out. And they were covered in a thick, white consistency. If he spread his fingers out, your cum would string along each finger. Bakugou didn’t hesitate to lick it all off with one swipe of his tongue.
“On all fours,” he demanded, standing up while pumping his cock for you. You didn’t have to be asked twice. Despite the numb feeling in between your legs, you enthusiastically got on your hands and knees, ready to be penetrated by your trainer. Bakugou gave your ass a small smack before lining his cock in front of your entrance. That small smack was enough for you to have hearts in your eyes. You let out a small mewl of delight and Bakugou smirked.
“Yeah? You like it when I smack your ass?” Bakugou asked.
“I love when you smack my ass. Please spank me again,” you begged. Bakugou took his hand and gave you cheek another blow, this time harder than the last. Bakugou made sure to look for any change in your expression, careful not to hurt you. But you wanted more. You wanted him to hit your harder.
“Spank me harder, sir,” you pleaded, moving lower so that your ass was hanging in the air. You wiggled your butt, wanting more from the strong blonde. He smirks even bigger, almost animalistic like.
“That’s a good girl,” his voice became raspy and wasted no time in giving you a nice, hard smack to your right cheek. You cried out in a pleasurable pain. You smiled into your moans, drool starting to come out from the sides of your mouth. The sound of his hand making contact to your bare cheek was so loud that it could be heard from outside the closed room. Bakugou spanked you until your cheek was red and raw from his large hands. This. This was what you wanted. This is what you’ve been wanting for so long and you were finally going to get it.
Oh sweetie, the main course hasn’t even started yet. How could you feel this good when he hasn’t even fucked you yet? You could feel the tip of his dick teasing your entrance. You wanted to lean into him yourself, not wanting to wait any longer, but Bakugou had a strong hold on your hips. He gave his cock a few more pumps before slowly sliding his cock inside your ready, wet pussy.
You both moaned in sync at the feeling: his fat cock throbbing inside you and your tight pussy clenching around his cock. Bakugou started thrusting at a good pace. But just like how his fingers felt, he was hitting that sweet spot of yours perfectly. Every thrust was making you see stars.
“Mhm~ Bakugou, faster!” you whined in between moans. Bakugou grabs a fistful of hair before pulling you up so that your back was arched.
“Needy, aren’t we? And what if I say no?” Bakugou asked in your ear. You just whimpered, reaching behind you to grasp his waist and force him to go faster as you try to back into him at the same time. Bakugou didn’t like this too much. He let go out your hair and went straight to your neck, cutting off your air momentarily.
“Did I say you could do that?” he questioned through gritted teeth. You quickly shook your head.
“No, sir,” you barely managed to say due to your lack of oxygen. He gave you another squeeze before a few smacks to the cheek.
“There we go. Now let’s try that again. What if I say no?” he asks again. You bit your lip trying to come up with an answer. But it was hard to think with a hand was at your throat.
“Please! God, I want you so bad. I want you to fuck me, please!” you practically screamed.
“Good girl,” he said and let go of your neck. You gasped for air, coughing in the process but Bakugou didn’t allow you to fully recover. He pounded into you with no mercy. You couldn’t stop your ahego expression from happening, your tongue hung out and your eyes crossed.
He stopped pounding into you to slowly slide his cock fully out of you before slamming into you again. It felt heavenly but a naughty thought came to your mind. You were probably going to get punished for it later, but you were feeling rebellious in the moment. When he slide his cock out, before he could enter you again, you got up and pushed him on the couch. Midair, Bakugou sensed what you were doing. So instead of being victorious and pining him down, he flipped you so that you were pined against the couch, your hands pined above your head.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he gets close to you. You giggle and look away playfully.
“Not playing by the rules,” you laughed. Bakugou couldn’t help but break a smile as well.
“Naughty, naughty. I’ll show you who’s the dominant one,” he said and smashed his cock back inside you, not giving you time to breath or adjust to him in this new position.
You could feel another wave coming and it was fast approaching. Bakugou was being even more vocal now, huffing and groaning into your neck. His hips rutted into you sloppier each second and more frantic. He was getting close too.
You whined loudly, not being able to hold onto anything as your orgasm hit you like a tsunami so you arched your back and fumbled with your legs. The clenching of your walls caused Bakugou to reach his limit. He pulled out, spraying his cum all over your stomach and chest. His hot cum felt sticky on your skin. Despite being covered in his specimen, Bakugou pulled you close to his sweaty body, your foreheads resting together while you both catch your breath.
You entered the gym with a smile and a skip to your walk. You got a little surprised when you saw that your trainer and new partner were inside the room before you. Puffing out a cheek in disappointment, you scold yourself for not leaving earlier. You were always early to get a good stretch in. But as soon as you saw your handsome trainer, a smile came back to your face.
You rushed to his side, jumping into his arms and giving him a kiss on the lips.
“Hi, baby!” you greeted him. He smiles back at you.
“Ready for your session?” he asks and you just give him a lovey dovey smile and a nod.
“Ah, this is one of my good friends. He’ll be your partner for today,” Bakugou sets you down to introduce you to yet another partner. The two toned hair guy gives you a shy wave.
“Todoroki. You can call me Shouto,” he introduces himself. Aw, he seems really sweet. Shy, but hopefully he’s not like that in bed. Todoroki leads to you the mat on the floor to get your session started. You glanced back at your trainer and give him a wink. He shakes his head at you but you didn’t miss that smile he was trying to hide. Because you know that he was going to make up for this session later tonight.
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Bus Buddies part 2
Part 1
Remington Leith X F!Reader
Word Count: 2.1k
Summary: Remington takes you to a restaurant the very same day
A/N: okay, technically it's still Wednesday for me so I actually got to post it when I wanted to. Sorry for any spelling mistakes or weird words, I'm not awake enough for spell checking
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sure!
Really, what big effect a little act of kindness could do to your life. For example, making me smile at seven in the morning when I usually wanted to kill someone for even glancing at me. But now, I was walking down the street with my phone in hand, grinning down at it like a love sick idiot. For which it was entirely too early. Both because hey, seven in the morning, and the fact that I had talked to Remington once now.
Didn't stop me from pressing further though. When are you free?
For you? Oh God what was I supposed to do with that?
"Look out!" Confused I raised my head, only to see a street lamp right in front of me. Like, my nose was touching it. So pretty close.
The person who had shouted the warning just rolled their eyes at my guilty smile and waved dismissively as if they wanted to say 'be smarter next time'. Yeah, no.
The collision successfully avoided, I turned right back to my phone, preparing myself for a message along the lines of "next year on February thirty". Instead, there was a cute little smiley that would have annoyed me with anyone else. Tonight? Maybe grab some dinner?
Okay, squealing was only okay if no one saw you. And as no one was outside yet and I had a few minutes to spare until I had to be at the shop, I allowed myself a little jump. I leaned against the closest wall to text back. My nose could stay where it currently was, thank you very much nice street lamp.
sounds awesome! When are you getting off?
I could already feel the dirty joke coming at my accidental innuendo.
Remington proved more maturity than I would have expected as he answered that only with a ;) and otherwise answered properly. Around six, my brother usually picks me up on the way but I could take the bus at 6:23?
That would mean that I had an extra hour to stay at work if I wanted to take that one. Eh, Ellen always needed a hand.
It's a date!
And then I shut my phone off and threw it into my bag. I did not intend to write that. Fuck.
Refusing to check my phone the entire way to the flower shop, I walked in silence and thought not about Remington. Or his possible response. Because there wouldn't be one.
"Y/N, you're early," Ellen observed. Which was kind of creepy as she was in the back room and I had just opened the door; I had not even said anything yet.
But my boss was just like that. Eyes everywhere. I put away my bag and followed her voice. "Do you mind if I stay a little longer today?"
Ellen was standing on the lower steps of a ladder to reach a box that was pushed into the far back of the cupboard. "Is that a real question? Sure, you can, darlin'."
"Thanks!" I grabbed another box of my own filled with ribbons and filler weed for the bouquets.
The day went by agonizingly slow and way too fast at the same time. I didn't check my phone even once, in fear of a rejection. Which was kind of ridiculous but I was a thirteen year old on the inside.
Finally, it was time for me to leave. I took my sweet time at going to the bus stop, my phone still dead at the bottom of my bag.
The bus came about three minutes after I had taken a seat on the little bench. Remington was already waving at me from inside, a cute grin on his face and all the fear melted away at once. Oh thank God, he looked just as dorkily nervous as I felt.
With a new found jump in my step, I made my way towards him and he took his bag from the empty seat on his right. It was all the wrong way around and it threw me off just a little bit. Not enough to not smile back at Remington though.
"Hello again," Remington greeted me and turned in the seat towards me, "is pizza okay? I texted you but I'm not sure if you got it."
Oh yeah about that... Quick, come up with an excuse! "Pizza is more than okay. Sorry my phone died, I forgot to charge it."
Remington waved it off. "Nah, no worries. The restaurant is just a few streets down so we'll be there soon."
"Cool," I said lamely. My brain wouldn't supply any conversational topic so I stared down at my lap and hoped that it would help me somehow.
Luckily, Remington wasn't as tense as myself. With a grin, he offered up one of his headphones. "Wanna share until we're there?"
"Yup," I agreed and popped it in my ear, the familiar tunes of an old Fall Out Boy song ringing through them.
~*~
The restaurant was a family owned business with dark brown tables and warm light everywhere. I had come here a few times already, mostly with friends or my brother and his partner and overall liked the food.
Remington had gotten us a window seat and currently was telling me about the time his brother almost choked on spaghetti on the table right next to us. Apparently that one was deemed the 'forsaken table' in his family from there on. Like earlier, Remington was talking with his whole body, demonstrating everything he thought to be in need of such. I was dying with laughter.
Eventually, a waiter came to get our orders and elbowed Remington on the way. That got him a glare in return and a raised eyebrow from me.
"That's Chris. Sebastian's best friend and total dick if he feels like it," Remington explained though there was an obvious smile on his face.
And probably the son of the owner if I interpreted that picture on the far wall right. Oh well, that would explain why Remington proposed this place first. Aside from the delicious food that was. "Sebastian's your brother, right?"
Remington nodded in agreement. "Yup, the older one. He can play guitar like a pro though. We wanted to be in a band when we were younger."
"Why aren't you then?" I all but blurted out. Whoops, that had sounded differently in my head.
Luckily, he snorted instead of being offended. "Mom didn't want us to be away all the time. Rockstar life gets lonely apparently. We do jam a few days a week."
And like that, Remington had me pulled in a conversation about his not-quite-band. The more questions I asked, the more he told me. Our food came somewhere in between their first own song and my story of how I cut my finger at the strings of my brother's guitar.
Music really was a good topic for our conversations it turned out. Both of us lived almost solely because of it we realized around the first hour of talking. That man got more attractive by the second and by the time dessert came, I was already halfway in love.
Not that I would have ever dared saying that aloud. Though Remington seemed pretty into me too, if his hands coming flying back to mine was anything to go by. While I kept mine almost the entire time on the table, just listening, Remington barely sat still. He was always moving, be it bobbing his head to a tune he was telling me about or his leg bouncing so much that I could see his entire body shake. It was kind of adorable to see him so full of energy. Plus, I melted every time, his larger hand covered mine with warmth that flooded right to my cheeks.
Of course, it wasn't only Remington talking; he managed to squeeze in a bunch of questions that got me speaking five minutes straight before I even realized it. I had never been able to talk so freely with someone before. It was exhilarating and just the tiniest bit scary. Remington's smile and trusting eyes kept me from running though.
In the end, the clock on the wall opposite of me broke the spell. Just the tiniest glance up there had me gasp. 11:13pm.
"What? Are you okay, Y/N?" Remington looked borderline frantic at my expression.
Which was fair, probably. "Uhm, it's kinda late? And the last bus left about half an hour ago."
"That's ridiculous, it's not that-" Remington turned around to check the time and stopped short to look at me, his forehead creased up in something like guilt, "shit."
You could put it like that. Walking home was technically not a problem but I wasn't very fond of the thought of doing it in the dark.
"We really lost track of time, huh?" I joked and earned myself a chuckle.
"You're just too good of a person to talk to, I fear," Remington said dramatically and waved for the bill at the same time. Might as well get outside of here and figure the rest out then.
"Right back at ya, buddy."
A hand to the chest like I had shot him there was his response. "Just buddy? I thought we had something special!"
I laughed freely. "Dork."
Remington just winked at me and ignored my attempts at splitting the bill. He didn't even let me take the tip. Stubborn gentleman.
Outside, we stopped under a street lamp, unsure of what to do next.
"I could walk home, it's not that far," I proposed warily. I really really didn't want to but there was no real other option. A taxi was definitely far too expensive for this short way.
Remington was shook his head immediately. "Not alone at night. I'll walk you."
"And how will you get home then?" Not that this offer wasn't tempting. It was probably only a fifteen minutes walk anyway.
But for Remington, it was already decided. He hooked his arm under mine and dragged me down the street. "Don't you worry 'bout me and tell me where you live so I can get you there safely."
"You're really stubborn when you want something, huh?" I asked but let him guide me nonetheless and told him my address after a short pause.
And there was that smile again. "That's only like two streets from my apartment!"
This was getting better by the second. Relieved by that, I followed Remington more willingly and returned the smile. "Oh thank God."
"Which means that you're another fifteen minutes stuck with me," Remington concluded and winked at me.
"How terrible," I gasped and put my hand on my forehead in fake disappointment. A giggle followed the statement immediately. I felt a little drunk on Good Time right now.
The rest of the way was filled with gentle teasing and suppressed laughter as it was entirely too late to be loud. We were nice people after all.
At my doorstep, Remington stopped but didn't let go of my arm. Instead, he tugged me closer to him so that I had to tilt my head back up to him.
"Can I ask for a kiss goodnight?" Remington whispered, a nervous tremble in the last word.
In place of a verbal answer, I put my left hand onto his neck and pushed gently until our noses touched. For a second I held him right there, breathing the same air and smiling at him happily. Then, I closed the little distance and put my lips on his.
Remington sighed into the kiss and raised his free hand to my cheek. It stayed innocent, lips gliding slowly over each other for just a few heartbeats until he pulled away again.
Not too far away though. Our foreheads rested together and I could feel his breath fanning over my closed eyelids.
"Thank you," I whispered, "I really enjoyed today."
And promptly wanted to slap myself. 'enjoyed today'? Really.
Luckily, Remington didn't seem to be too far caught up in my words as he chuckled. "Me too. I like spending time with you, that's for sure. We should do this again."
"Yes, we should," I agreed and took a tentative step back. If we stayed like this just a little bit longer, I wasn't sure if I was able to let go again.
Another chuckle and stolen kiss later, Remington waved from the street. The soft light of a street lamp illuminated his face as he threw another smile towards me. "See you on the bus tomorrow, Y/N."
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ichigoromi · 3 years
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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 | 𝐉𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧🔞🔞🔞
Gojo Satoru is one sexy man. His arrogance may be annoying, but I must say a confident man is sure charming.
I don't normally write 🔞headcanon because my page is normally a fluff blog with a tiny bit of angst, but I want to try something new once in a while.
This is going to be a 🔞headcanon, so I'm going to bold my warnings.
Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem reader (using she/her pronouns)
WARNING (S): SUGGESTIVE LANGUAGE, MINORS DNI, CONSENSUAL UNPROTECTED SEX, LOTS OF HORNY GOJO, I WARN THE MINORS OF MY PAGE, DO NOT INTERACT. M18. SOME FLUFF. SMUT.
Okay, 18 and above, please proceed.
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Gojo Satoru
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It was meant to be only a one night stand.
But this little steamy rendezvous between you and Satoru has been ongoing for a little too long, like maybe a few years?
You two were perfect for each other, just looking to fill each other needs and no commitments.
Only Shoko knows about you two because she accidentally walked in on Satoru going down on you in the infirmary.
You were mostly out for missions, but when you are in town, you are in Satoru's apartment or his room whenever you two are free.
Using the spare time you two have, you guys go at it for hours.
When you are gone for a little too long, the sex usually is better because he is more desperate and hornier.
The higher-ups were suspicious that you and Satoru have a relationship, so they send you away for overseas missions for three months.
Oh, those three months were agonising for Satoru the most, somehow, he got addicted to you, and other girls just don't satisfy him anymore.
Plus, you make delicious desserts that he can't get enough other you.
It was not easy for you, but you two would facetime or call whenever you can and have phone sex or facetime sex.
Shoko was there to pick you up when you came back from your missions early.
She sends you to the hospital to collect your birth controls since you ran out, so she booked you an appointment for you.
It was rather quick since you are going to get a refill of your previous prescription.
Once you are done, you two head back to Jujutsu High.
You went and report back to the higher-ups about your missions and submitted all the written reports.
After you finished the administrative matters, you went to take a shower in Satoru's room and head down to the kitchen to make a strawberry shortcake.
When Satoru is back from his mission, he noticed that a certain blue shirt from his closet is gone, and the familiar flora scent is back.
He took a shower and head down to the kitchen, and there you were.
Making desserts looking like a whole 8-course meal.
He swiftly makes his way to you and wraps his arms around you from behind.
You almost drop it but set it down so you can properly greet him with a kiss.
That kiss leads to a full-blown makeout session on the kitchen counter.
You had to pull away from him so that you could put the cake in the fridge to chill so that you two can enjoy it later. You put a note on the cover to inform them to not touch it.
After that, Satoru carried you back to his room to take that sweet body of yours that he missed dearly.
He couldn't even reach the bed, and you two starts kissing, with him pinning you on the door.
Satoru easily slips his tongue into your mouth and playfully sucks while you were getting really horny.
He loves your whines and your moans. It's like music to his ears.
You palm his bulge through his sweats, and he moans in your ear, and you sneakily slip your hand into his underwear, man. You defeated the poor man.
He humps into your tiny hand, forcefully took out your hand, and rips off the blue dress shirt you were wearing.
You wore matching black lace lingerie and officially broke Gojo Satoru.
He expertly unhooks your bra and yeet that shit away. Satoru dives down to your plump bosom and sucks your nipples depends on it.
Sensing that you were getting a little uncomfortable in the position, he carried you to his bed, and that is where the real fun starts.
You slip out of your panty with his help, and man, he is hungry for some pussy juice.
He sucked the soul out of you and did not waste a single drop.
You had to return the favour.
Grabbing one of the hair ties by the bedside table, you wrapped your hair in a bun and went down on him. It starts with slow strokes and deep sucking; oh, he loves deep throating you until you choke on his cum.
Satoru was going to do you until the sun rises.
He was leaving no mercy for you, and you almost choke on his cum, but you manage to breathe.
Satoru pin you down and slides into your wet ass pussy, and both of you moan in bliss when he enters you.
He is pistoning in and out of you like a machine gun, but when he was about to pull out, you told him to cum in you.
Babe, he is not done with one round. Bless your legs and your pussy tomorrow.
You and Satoru went on it for hours, non-stop coming, and you couldn't stop yourself; you want to go over your limit.
For the last round, he let you ride on top, and you were giving your all, and he too was looking forward to marking you and overstimulate you.
While you riding him, you felt him sucking on your skin, marking you all over, but you couldn't care less; now, it's about you and him. Who cares about little love bites?
After you two are done, Satoru pulls out and carries you to the bathroom so you can wash up first, and he can put on new sheets.
You run a warm bath, cleaning all the fresh cum and dried cum off your body and massaging your sore muscles as well. That was one intense workout.
After cleaning up yourself, you head to the bed, where the bed was cleaned already. You head to bed first while Satoru goes to wash up too.
Satoru immediately cuddles you after he cleans up, and you two fall into a deep slumber.
Gojo felt two tiny hands squished his cheeks together, and he opened his eyes slightly to find the adorable and sexy friend of his pouting at him.
The shirt that he lends her was sliding off her shoulder, revealing her collarbone marked by him. Then he smirks, remembering last night.
"You idiot! I'm going to kill you!" You grab his collar and starts shaking him.
"Doesn't it look pretty?" He smirks smugly at you, and you almost strangled him.
"PRETTY?! GOJO! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"
...
Shoko held in her laughter as you and Gojo enter the conference room at the same time. You sat down beside her, and she smirks at the turtleneck that you are wearing.
The Kyoto counterpart were all there, and it was a surprise to them to see you coming in with Gojo. You two were known for being not having the best relationship since you guys were teenagers.
You fanned yourself slightly since the weather wasn't the coolest, and Shoko gawked at the love bites.
"Damn, you two went hard last night, huh?" She commented, and you glared at Gojo, who just smiled widely at you.
You focus on the meeting, and everything went smoothly until Gojo decided to display some affection openly.
He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to you as you two made your way to the cafeteria. Obviously, nobody expected that, and then they noticed the love bites on your neck when Gojo pulls down your turtleneck.
"Can you stop? These are going to last for months on my beautiful, flawless skin! Months I say!" You frowned, and he leaned his chin on your shoulders as he hugs you from the back.
"Hmm, should we start dating? We have been together for three years already; shouldn't we be counted as boyfriend and girlfriend?" He asked you, and you turn around to face him.
"Eh? Are you asking me out? The mighty Gojo Satoru is asking me out?" You pull on his cheeks, and he pulls down his blindfold so that you can see his eyes.
Those very eyes that you hate and love.
"Hmm, I have to think about it. See you!" You pecked his lips and ran off.
"Think about it? I have been waiting for three years, and you still want me to wait? Oi, come back, baby!"
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Oh my gosh! I still can't believe I wrote smut... I mean, I'm legal but why does it feel so illegal? I hope you guys had fun reading this headcanon! Thank you for reading!
Stay safe and healthy!
With love,
Rosalie🍓
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squid-god-supreme · 3 years
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Crashing winds
Venti x reader soulmate AU
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Alright! Venti fic for good luck because I'm 3 away from 70 venti pulls, anyway this is a soulmate au but with a twist!
Gn! Reader, fluff, angst if you squint, venti crashes a wedding, soulmate au
I hope you enjoy!
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Venti had long covered up his soulmate timer, thousands of years counting down yet he never cared. The anemo archon had never liked the concept of soulmates, sure someone destined to love you was sweet to most "but what is love if demanded by fate?" He thought to himself, words echoing in his head.
It was a warm day, birds sang their songs of joy as the wind caught their wings; the sun filtered rays through the large tree that the Bard stood under. It was the first time in so long that he looked at the timer on his wrist- 00:00:00 written on his skin. His lips quirked upwards as his eyes shone brightly even in the shade, perhaps his joy made him cruel, but he had denied fate, escaping the chains that once bound him to another. "Ehe, finally~" He sang as he spun around "freedom" It came out like a whisper, a hopeful plee for this feeling to stay, to not drift off like dandelion seeds.
The snap of a branch caught his attention as he peered over to the God statue sitting in front of the tree. And there you were, sat on your knees with your head hung low as if ashamed of something. "Lord Barbatos is there something wrong with me? " You muttered, venti's eyes widened as he listened in, curious about what was the matter. "Why don't I love them? No matter how long I stay I can't find the love I should feel" You gripped at the fabric on your legs, knuckles growing lighter as your grip persisted. "Why can't I love my soulmate? " Eyes downcast and shoulders tense you sat there.
"Now what's a bright traveler like you mopping here? " The Bard sang. You jolted back, landing on your butt as your arm flew up in front of you to grip your chest. "Ah! You startled me! " He only laughed, his airy voice ringing out. "Why don't you come drinking with me? Maybe the sweet taste of wine will help to lift your spirits~" He said wistfully as you stood up.
Your hands fumbled with each other as your gaze shifted out to the vast fields of windrise. "I'm sorry but I've met my soulmate-" The way your beautiful eyes darkened in a veil of sadness when 'soulmate' left your lips made the bards heart sign in sadness. "No no! This is just a friendly drink between friends!" He said, whisking you away as flashing his soulmate timer.
The drink was fun, jokes cracked by an enthusiastic bard as he plucked the strings of his lyre. It was the most fun you'd had in ages, all your worries drifting off as his music seemed to carry them. "Hey, Bard? What's your name? " A cheeky smile etched onto his face "venti! And you dear traveler?" You chuckled "y/n!" You stated, taking another sip from your glass.
The heart works in mysterious ways, yet still you wondered if you could even love. "Am I broken?" You asked yourself looking into the mirror, eyes stained red from your tears and worry. They were kind, a gentle person who seemed to love you fully, yet every touch from your soulmate sent no sparks through your heart.
Three years of love not returned, you wondered if your heart could feel- "how can my heart work if it can't love the one person it's destined to? " You wondered.
You saw others walk through the mondstat streets hand in hand with love and fate. Yet it left no bitter feeling in your mouth, only a sad longing. Can one really learn to love if their heart dines them so? 00:00:00 scrawled on your wrist in neat writing was a constant reminder of how cruel fate could be.
For how can fate lead if the heart does not follow?
Yet the bard's words caused you worry, "what is love if demanded by fate?" He had sung, the tune of his lyre clearing your mind as his words echoed through it.
Why did your heart love another? The silly Bard and his damned lyre! The calm when your shoulders slumped and your brow relaxed! Damn the feeling of your racing heart and pounding veins!
So enticing was the feeling he gave, the bubbly sensation in your chest and the feeling of wind against your face. You felt free! Like a bird soaring through wind and snow, or the soft petals of Cecilias swayed by cool breezes. It was an addicting feeling that he gave, but one you said you couldn't have
Oh how he loved your voice, the way you laughed so freely as his teasing, or the look of wonder while he played his lyre. How angelic could a mortal really look? More angelic then he, he thought as you stood on top ruins with the wind blowing against you.
And the warm feeling you gave him, as if you snatched his worries like stars from the sky and tossed them into the rivers below.
He grappled with these feelings for only a few days before they took hold of him. His eyes went soft when they gazed at you, his songs always drifting to love when he sang to you, and the feeling of freedom that you gave him made it feel as if the wind was under his wings.
It was conflicting, to gaze into the eyes of your promised one and only be able to think that it doesn't feel right. But as they stood in the home of your parents, a ring in their hand- you felt the constricting pressure of eyes burning your skin. The light seemed hazy as if the world had been shrouded in grey. Walls closing in and the floor seeming so much closer than before. You said yes. Could you really say no? With the peering eyes and excited chatter the words acted on their own, flowing like water from your mouth.
Avoiding the jovial Bard was hard but you knew that you would have to. Yet his music always drifted in the winds, Harmony's of his lyre caught like dandelion seeds in the breeze. You knew you couldn't handle it if you saw him now, so as much as hit hurt you avoided him.
Barbatos rang in his head, he had always heard when his name was said, but this was different. The sound of your voice echoed in his mind, his teal eyes going wide when you said wedding, how you didn't want to get married but- he knew what he had to do.
The gentle tunes of the lyre outside were familiar, yet in the hazy state of your head you couldn't recognize it. You began to walk out and down the aisle, the music was too loud in your head- almost loud enough to drown out your beating heart.
A flash of bright teals and greens caught your eye as you walked, sparkling pleading eyes that begged you to run as nimble fingers strumbed the astral iron strings of his lyre. Your thoughts raced as you almost frantically glanced between the Bard and altar. You didn't hear anything until your name was called, "do you take them to be lawfully wedded?" You snapped out of your haze and glanced at the Bard, the realization hit you like a brick, your throat felt dry as you took a deep breath before speaking. "N-no" Your voice was barely above a whisper but the winds carried it far, the winds also decided to carry the table cloths. Billowing and blowing sheets of white around the venue as a joyous laugh rang in the air, while all were distracted by gusts of winds and sheets wreaking havoc the Bard grabbed your hands.
You ran, legs carrying you as you weaved through the crowd, venti takeing in your smile he found so radiant- no longer overshadowed by melancholy in your eyes. "Y/n, I don't care much for fate, I want to be free with you" He said, turning back as he slowed to a stop. Gazing down at the 00:00:00 on your wrist and smiled. "I want to be free with you to venti- besides, who needs a soulmate anyways? " You laughed as the Bard tackled you in a hug. "Thank you venti" You kissed him on the cheek and he flashed you a cheeky smile. "Awww~ just a kiss on the cheek? Is that any reward for your Savior?" Shaking your head you rolled your eyes- how you loved this annoying Bard was the archons best guess, but you relented. Lips pressing against his, a kiss all too short for his liking as his cheeky grin widened. "Ehe~ much better"
The Bard, once ancient archon of wind was right, what is freedom if asked of you by a god, and what is love if demanded by fate? Nothing but silver shackles doomed to break.
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I hope you all enjoyed my take on a venti soulmate au, I kinda wanna do this for other characters but rn venti content is prime
Venti "wedding crasher" Barbatos
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joshstambourine · 3 years
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A Girl Named Ivy
Warning: None! Unless you dislike fluff
Word Count: 2350
Synopsis: Just a cute lazy day with Jake and his little girl
Thank you so much for this request @anditsmywholeheart , I can’t even begin to explain how much joy it brought me to write. Hopefully you love it--- and that you don’t mind that I named her, I find it a lot easier to write when I have names. 
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Jake let out a weak sigh as he could feel small shifts of weight on the bed. The movements were slow, as if trying not to wake him up. It wasn't long before the shifting stopped and there was soft pattering leading away from the bed. Jake couldn't help but peak his eyes open to see what was happening. He could see a tiny figure standing at the window on the far side of the room. The small figure wore a set of blue floral pajamas, with soft brown hair falling over her shoulders, she was on her tippy toes trying to see outside.
"...Ivy... what are you doing?" Jake called in a groggy manner, which immediately caused the little girls head to turn and look at him.
"Mommies gone again…" she tells him lightly, "I wanted to see her before she left." Ivy admits in a sad tone. It was a rather normal thing for Ivy to check and see if (Y/N)'s car was there in the morning, she still hadn't managed to get herself up early enough despite all of her vows to do so.
Jake couldn't help but smile a little, "Come here sweetie." He tells her, lightly lifting his arm and moving the blanket a touch. Ivy was rather quick to scramble her way back to the side of the bed and climb back up so she could cuddle into Jake's chest.
Jake wraps his arm around her tiny figure giving her a small kiss on the top of her head, "Mommy will be back before you know it. She always is." He whispers against her hair, his hand rubbing her back in a loving way.
"But why does she have to go? You don't have to go away everyday." Ivy points out, wiping her little nose with the back of her hand.
Jake smiles a little, "Well, we have to make money so we can pay for all your toys and clothes." He tells her beginning to twirl her hair around his finger. It always surprised Jake just how much Ivy looked like him; she had his soft brown hair that always sat so sweetly on her shoulders, her eyes… they were the same color as (Y/N)'s but their shape was just like his when he was small.
"Well… I don't need any more toys." Ivy tells him, "Do you think if I tell Mommy that,  she'd stay home with me?"
Jake softly laughs pushing her hair away from her face and looking into her eyes. "Maybe… but y'know we can have lots of fun without Mommy here sweetheart." 
Ivy pouts a little, "You always say that…" She utters; she may have all of Jake's features but that pout was pure (Y/N). 
"Annnnd? Don't we have fun?" He asks her. To which Ivy shakes her head. "No?! What do you mean no?!" Jake quickly responds, a small frown appearing on his lips. "Daddy isn't fun?" She again shook her head. "What?!" Jake quickly says again, hands moving to her sides, "Daddy isn't fun?!" He quickly asks, beginning to tickle Ivy’s sides.
She just as swiftly begins to giggle and try to push his hands away, "S-Stop--!" She giggles, Jake complies and instead pulls her into a tight hug for a moment.
"I think you just don't want to admit that Daddy is more fun than Mommy. It's okay you can tell me…!" Jake whispers by her ear, "I won't tell Mommy." He continues.
Ivy seems to think over this idea for a moment or two before lifting her little hand, "Pinky promise?" She whispers back as if (Y/N) was in the room now.
"Pinky promise." Jake tells her, locking one of his calloused pinkies with hers. They were so small, Jake couldn't help but stare at her tiny hand for a moment. Four years had gone by so fast, it felt like he closed his eyes and when he opened them again Ivy had sprouted up and was preparing to go to kindergarten.
Jake could still remember the first time he got to hold her in his arms… it felt...as if everything in his life had purposefully led up to that exact moment. Jake had tried his best to not let on how big of a deal this was to him to other people; of course, (Y/N) knew. 
Just like the moment (Y/N) had told him that she was pregnant… his tough guy façade crumbled, and he became a crying mess. They were happy tears of course… just overwhelmingly happy ones. Jake held the small bundle close to him, "I'm your dad…!" He lightly whispered, to her--- and more importantly to himself. “...I’m your dad.”
Jake immediately bit his lip a little having recalled that very special moment in his life. He refused to cry as he looked down at his little girl who was growing up faster than he ever could have imagined.
"Daddy?" She lightly called him.
"Yes Ivy?" He responds softly, her hands cupping his cheeks.
"You look sad!" She tells him honestly, seeming to have noticed the change in how he looked at her. Jake could never quite grasp just how good kids were at picking up on people's emotions.
Jake shook his head giving her little palms a kiss, "No! I'm not sad, just thinking~" He tells her with a tender smile. "I was thinking about a fun thing we could do today… to surprise Mommy?" He lightly suggests.
"To surprise Mommy?!" Ivy soon beamed, her little cheeks were so cute when she smiled.
Jake nodded, "To surprise Mommy." He hums as she moves to kiss her nose. "What do you think of making cupcakes?"
"Chocolate cupcakes?!" Ivy quickly suggests,
"Is there any other kind?" Jake smiles at her, Ivy quickly sits up and starts to dance a little.
"Come on Daddy!! Let's go make them!" She urges, taking his hand and trying to pull him to sit up. She was clearly excited, pushing her hair out of her face.
Jake chuckles a little as he sits up, "First." He starts, "We have to get you dressed for the day okay?" He tells her.
She was already crawling her way towards the door, "Can I pick my clothes?!" Ivy eagerly asks, next to vibrating with the new found excitement for the day.
"Sure, honey." Jake smiles lightly watching as she happily hops off the side of the bed and begins running down the hall. "No white clothes Ivy. You hear me?!" He yells.
"Okay!" She yells back.
Jake now stood in the bathroom, brushing back Ivy's hair. She was now dressed in a light purple summer dress that ruffled down to a flowy bottom at her knees. On her feet were mismatched socks, one covered in orange flowers, the other ladybugs. And of course as a crowning glory she wore a long pink beaded necklace. "How do you want your hair this morning?" He lightly asks her, looking at her in the mirror.
She taps her chin, "Two buns?" Ivy suggests.
"Two buns eh?" Jake utters, "Not just one big bun?" He asks her, he wasn’t surprised by the choice. Ivy seemed to like her hair in two buns or a fancy braid normally; that being said (Y/N) normally did her hair because she was much better at it. Jake began to divide her hair so he could pull the two sections up the way she wanted.
"Are you going to have a big bun Daddy?" She asks, her gaze showing she was looking up at him in the bathroom mirror.
"Well I was thinking about it."
"Can I do it for you??" Ivy quickly asks him, watching as he tied the one side into a messy but sweet bun. It was different from how (Y/N) did her buns but Ivy knew her dad was trying his best.
"It'd be faster for me to do it, honey..." Jake tells her. Ivy did his hair very often and Jake really did love letting her play with it, but he assumed she would want to get straight to baking today.
Ivy bit at her cheek for a second watching him start on her second bun. "I want to do it for you." She reaffirms, "When you do buns they're so messy… I want Daddy to look pretty today." Ivy tells him pointedly.
Jake looks down at her pretending to be offended by that statement. "Hey! I thought I was pretty good at it…!”
Ivy seemed to make a slightly disgusted face as she shook her head, making Jake smile even wider. “Well how would you do it then?” He asks her, handing her the hair brush now that he had finished up her buns. 
Ivy spun around on the stool and pulled him down by his arm, “Turn around!” She tells him, Jake gives her a peck on the cheek before sitting down with his back facing her. Her hands were quickly in his hair, yanking the brush mercilessly through any knots Jake had in his hair. He wouldn’t say anything, not wanting to kill her little creative spark. He just bit his lip and allowed her to tug and pull until finally she seemed happy with the little bun she had made on the top of his head. “Where is the thing Daddy?” Ivy asks him, clearly looking for an elastic or scrunchie.
“On the counter baby.” He replies, suddenly getting a sharp pull on his head. She was reaching for one of her floral scrunchies to put in his hair. Once she found one it took her a few minutes to get it in his hair.
“There!” She hums giving him a small smack on his shoulders.
Jake looked up at her, before getting up and turning to look in the mirror, “Oh wait!” Ivy stopped him pulling him down by his hand once more before opening a drawer and pulling out a white headband of (Y/N)’s and quickly pushing it down on Jake’s head. “There! Now you’re beautiful.” She hums.
Jake finally looked at himself in the mirror, curious to see just how messy his hair was. Ivy had actually done a bang up job for the most part, aside from a few little pieces poking up. “I love it.” He smiles, leaning down to give her little kisses on her cheek, “Thank you Ivy.”
Ivy grinned proudly at her handy work.
After a few more stops during their morning routine, Jake and Ivy were now in the kitchen. Ivy knew the drill: she had to get her stool, she also had to find her apron, and most importantly she had to put some music on for the two of them. Ivy began to dig through the records trying to find her favorite album he had buried away. Finally she pulled free an album and handed it to Jake carefully, knowing very well how delicate records were. “The space ship one!” She cheers, having picked out Boston’s album.
The sight of it made him smile, he knew she only liked it because it had a space ship on it but it still made him happy that she wanted to listen to something like that. “You know what to do.” He lightly tells her, not moving to help her just watching carefully as she placed the record on the turntable and very carefully moved the needle over it, 
“Right there?” She asks him, wanting to make sure she would drop it in the right spot. Jake leaned a little closer and soon nodded,
“Right there. Remember to put it down slowly.” He says. Ivy did so with ease, having done this many many times, within seconds music began to fill the house. “Good job!” Jake hums offering his hand for a high five, Ivy happily hit it and began to the kitchen excitedly.
The rest of the afternoon was full of fun as Ivy worked with Jake to bake some beautiful surprise cupcakes for (Y/N). They were covered in batter and icing by the time they were done, sprinkles all over the counter from all of the decorating they had done. As it drew closer to the evening Ivy had cuddled herself up on the couch and fallen asleep watching a movie, she couldn’t wait for (Y/N) to get home so she could give her the prettiest cupcake she had made.
The front door of the house soon creaked open, keys jingling as (Y/N) called out. “I’m home!” 
“In the kitchen.” Jake responded softly, not really wanting to wake Ivy up yet. 
(Y/N) stepped into the kitchen to find Jake cleaning everything up as well as a plate full of cupcakes on the counter. It immediately brought a smile to (Y/N)’s lips, “You guys clearly had a fun day.”
Jake smiled back at her, “Those are supposed to be a surprise, so you better act surprised when she shows you them.” He points out, as he continued to scrub out one of the bowls.
(Y/N) came up behind Jake to hug him from behind and place a small kiss on his neck, “I will~” She smiles resting her head on his shoulder, “It was a fun day though?”
Jake nodded, turning a little to place a soft kiss on (Y/N)’s lips, “Y’know what?” He whispers,
“What?” (Y/N) asks.
“She says that I’m funner than you.” He grins being very proud of this.
“What?!” (Y/N) laughs, Jake just kept nodding, not saying anything else. “Well we’ve gotta change that.” She continues pulling back from him and beginning towards the hallway, “Is she in the living room?”
“Yeah she’s sleeping.” Jake hums, 
(Y/N) nodded as she started her way down it, “Ivy! Mommies home!” 
Jake could hear her call as he turned back to the dishes, his smile wouldn’t dampen. He still couldn’t believe just how lucky he was… to have this beautiful little family. More importantly, how lucky he was to have his sweet little girl named Ivy.
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My thoughts on Seabound!!! 🌊🌊🌊 (1/4)
SPOILERS ALERT!!!
Finally Nya's season! Our queen, our water goddess, our amazing girl gets what she deserves! 😍😍😍
What I know about the season beforehand is that Nya's powers apparently are getting problematic for some reasons? Which is a pretty common topic in other shows but it's a first in Ninjago, usually the elemental powers don't have focus and I LOVE that we now get to see stuff like that 💕💕💕
I know there should be Wojira involved, trusting The Island to deliver that little foreshadowing at the end of the episode 🤷‍♀️ Also Maya is back... MAYA IS FINALLY BACK AFTER SEVEN SEASONS YES!!! 😭😭😭
I have nothing else to say, I have no idea what this will bring, hopefully something as good as Master of the Mountain! 🖤
Alright, here we go!
GENERAL THOUGHTS
Warning reader, I might be fangirling to an extreme because I love mah girl Nya and I've been wanting Kai and Nya's parents to be back ever since Hands of Time ended. So yeah... screaming alert 😅
At this point I don't doubt that the intro is great, we reached such a level of animation and we got The Fold 😍😍 Love the marine vibe and how it's similar to The Island, because it's a great intro 👌
NOW I like the writing! Maybe they rushed the dialogue's quality for The Island to get here? It's just fun and in character, maybe it's just me but I'm enjoying it a lot for now
How many episodes are in this? Wiki says ten, then I checked again and it's sixteen like with Master of Mountain... eh, it looks good so far so it's fine whatever happens 🤷‍♀️
A BIG SPLASH
Oohhh, new villain! One that uses... flames... huh, does she know there's literally a master of fire in the ninja team? Eh whatever she looks cute, give it up for Miss Demeanor!! 👏👏
Wait... OMG IS THAT ERIN MATTHEWS??? WE GOT MACY!! ❤❤❤
Whoa, we're finding out where did the order of the vengestone from season 13 come from?? YAS! CONTINUITY!
Yep, there it is, Nya lost control... her attacks look so cool 😍
Lol that kid trying to be a nindroid and Zane being offended 😂😂 Sorry hun, you're that popular
Aaahhh, thank you Ninjago! You gave me back Nya the perfectionist 😂 I was worried her reaction to her powers wasn't going to be in character but it looks fair so far. Brings me back to Possession, my favorite season 💙💙💙
WE GOT BACK THE FACT THAT SHE CAN MAKE IT RAIN!!! YAS!!! I might be easy to please but I love these details 🤩
🤯🤯🤯 Okay they are definitely going somewhere this time and I LOVE IT, because wow. WOW. Are we actually addressing the forever questioned fact that wind and water weren't elements that Chen needed at the Tournament? Are we giving a reason for them to exist outside the main set of elements and the elemental masters?? Duuuude, season 15 don't let me stop you, keep going 😍
Mm, so water and wind are connected to Wojira (now I see the connection with the special). Are we setting the ground for a new master of wind? 😏😏 It's risky going for a Morro replacement but it's a super intriguing idea! Oooor Edgy Boy TM might come back? WHO KNOWS I'M CURIOUS ANYWAY 🤩
Love how it is universal knowledge that Nya is super indipendent 👌
YES YES FINALLY WE'RE TALKING ABOUT MAYA!!! 😍😍😍 Is it too much hoping into a Ray cameo as well?? Pleaaaase? Also addressing Krux after so many seasons, this feels exciting!! 😊
This is what I'm talking about, training, fighting scenes, show me everything that water goddess can do! 🌊🌊🌊
Aaahhh, Nya flexing her mightiness through anger, just to remind us that she is the descendant of a water master as much as of a fire master 😅
YES YES YES YES IT'S HAPPENING FINALLY AFTER SEVEN SEASON THE FIRE WATER PARENTS ARE FINALLY BACK!!! 🔥🌊🔥🌊🔥🌊 I'M SO HAPPY I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SO LONG!!! 😭
RAY IS THERE TOO HECK YES!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 I shouldn't get this excited at only the first episode... WHO CARES RAY IS BAAAAACK!!! ❤❤❤
Omg Maya is definitely different from what I expected, turns out Kai's enthusiasm came from her 😂
Oh look at my flame babe 😍
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He's so happy his parents are here, he's a total family man ❤❤❤
Nya is maaaaad... 😅
THERE SHE IS
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WELCOME BACK JILLIAN I MISSED YOU 💚💚💚 Would it be too much having a "Your voice sounds familiar" moment with Maya and Lloyd? 😂
I'm so stoked for this! I want all the interactions I've missed for all of this time, asap!! HECK yes!! 😍😍😍😍
Oh, are we looking over the Miss Demeanor, vengestone situation? Mm... for now at least... WHO CARES FIRE WATER PARENTS!! 🔥🌊🔥🌊🔥🌊
THE CALL OF THE DEEP
Imma just slow clap for The Fold because this is another amazing intro, one of those things in this show that stays awesome no matter what happens 👍👍
So Maya gave Nya her discipline and perfectionism, but not the passion behind it 😂 I like this, it's not your conventional master of water, although I'd say it's different from the impression she gave me back in HoT. Maybe this is how she is when she's not trapped for fifty years? 😅😅
Is it too much asking for Kai and Ray bonding while the water women get the work done? 😅😅
Is this the sequel of Green Eggs and Ham?
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Green Pancakes and Ham? 😂
Oh it's seaweed nevermind... at breakfast? I'm all for sushi rolls but this is a little 😅 Although since Maya missed their childhood she probably never cooked meals for them... how did I get myself sad 😢
Whoa, Maya is a strict teacher! I got flashbacks from my first and only dance lesson, teachers nitpicking every single pose, uuurrrggg I feel ya waterlily 😡
Again, not a fan of Misako, but coming from her the whole speech about wanting to be there for her child makes a lot of sense
Yes. YES.
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YEEEEESSSS KAI AND RAY FAMILY BONDING THIS IS EVERYTHING I'VE EVER WANTED I'M GETTING ALL OF MY WISHES GRANTED FOR THIS ONE ❤🔥❤🔥❤🔥❤🔥❤🔥❤
AND MY FLAME BABE IS SO GLAD HE GOT HIS PARENTS!!! 😭😭😭
Lol with Kai's new hair they look even more related 🤣
Ray also sounds so happy he gets to have his moment with his son 😢 I feel so blessed in this moment 👍
Also this scene makes a lot of sense. Nya grew up to be indipendent, one that succeed in most of stuff without problems, she built her life without any help and doesn't look for it. Kai grew up more insecure, he got some walls up but loves to take care of others and be taken care of. With a childhood lost he looks forward to a bit of softness ❤❤
Did Maya make real bacon for that sandwich? Do I smell some favoritism? 😅 Or maybe she really wants Nya to get onto the water mind setting idk 🤷‍♀️
Little tiny complain, why isn't Jay doing the fixing? Did he give up mechanics completely? It feels like we haven't seen him do tech stuff in so long, I miss techy boy in action 😞
And no, having to check on the bathroom doesn't count 😅
Aww robot date 💜🤍💜🤍
AAAHH ROBOT DISASTER 😱😱😱 ZANE DANG IT YOU WERE DOING SO GOOD NOT TRYING TO DIE IN THE LAST TWO SEASONS!!
Oh that was weird, weird magic purple wave thingie?
I DID NOT ASK FOR A SEASON WITH A BEST GIRL AT THE EXPENCE OF ANOTHER BEST GIRL PIX DON'T YOU DARE DO THIS TO ME 😱😱😱😱😱
"Well this is troubling." I love this samurai so freaking much 💜💜💜
GUYS THIS IS ONLY THE SECOND EPISODE, I'M A LITTLE SCARED NOW 😢
Okay Nya admitting that something's wrong looking so apologetic, girl you don't need to do that you already own my heart 😭
Alright, I'm guessing this is Wojira's power or something, and they will have to go down below and find out why... just throwing this in, maybe Maya did something? Because she wanted to finally be with her family and needed an excuse? JUST A THEORY WITH NO BASE I REALLY HOPE I'M WRONG!!!
Okay, two episodes and I'm BEYOND engaged, let's keep it up! 😍
UNSINKABLE
Getting an idea how this episode might end already 😂😂
Look, I love best girl Pixal, but I'm kinda sad that she seems to be the only one tinkering at this point. Like, I saw Nya fix little stuff, while Jay dropped engineering altogether, I miss my engineers team 😭
Aww, the guys didn't want to crush Pixal's dream of an unsinkable boat 💜 But honestly yeah, I agree with Cole, this might end badly 😅😅
Thank goodness
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I was worried they forgot about Jaya ❤💙❤💙 Jay is such a cutie omg
Nya: Mm, going on a potentially dangerous mission with unstable powers in the heart of my element or... mom's tofu pancakes... *yeets herself over the ship*
I'm making too many screenshots of the Smith family... WHO CARES THEY ARE BACK AND THEY ALL LOOK SO GOOD!!! 😍😍😍😍
Aww Ray wants to play with his son and his friends so CUTE ❤❤❤ Still can't believe they play Prime Empire after everything that went down 😂😂
Whoa whoa whoa, Kai and Cole are sitting this one out? That's actually interesting, I'm pretty sure I saw Cole's scuba suit in the sets though so I didn't expect it... lol it's actually kinda fair that the two that used to be afraid of water aren't going 😂😂
Bet Kai is happy to stay behind because he gets to spend time with his dad 😭
Also studying the fire elementals?? Uhm, yes please?? TELL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT MY FLAME BABE!!! 😍😍😍😍
I'm sure this one scene...
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... made so many lavashippers happy ❤🖤❤🖤 Cole you got Ray's blessing
Ninja team acting cool while Jay is being Jay, it's how it always goes, it's the entire show's description and I absolutely love it 😂 That wink though 💙
PIRATE ZANE IS BACK 😂😂😂 Haven't seen him since Possession, and this time he's not even malfunctioning 👌 Pixal is so done with his dorky boyfriend 😝
Of course Jay already has a ghost butler theory going on 😂
OF COURSE IT'S MAYA 😂😂
To be honest muffins would sold me too 😅 Not sure if she will make them out of tofu again though...
It's actually really interesting that we still haven't met the actual enemies, it does build up excitment! Very curious about these squid guys 👍
Well what do you know, the Unsinkable sank. Who would have thought?
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... yeah same, sorry Pix 😅
FIVE THOUSANDS FATHOMS DOWN
Aaaahhh, Nya fixing stuff! That's more like it!! 😍😍
Oww, that one speech, I've been waiting for so long for that! Maya just wants to catch up with her daughter and it's not her fault she was separated from her children, but Nya did everything on her own with Kai. Only fair she isn't seeking for her help right now... still sad 😢
Pff, with this ninja team there's not a moment of privacy 😂😂
Maya cleaning his future son-in-law's laundry what the HECK 😂😂😂 To be fair Jay has a bit of a history of having to change underwears during sea travels 😝
Zane was attached to a battery? When?... are you talking about that one scene in Prime Empire? Cause that's not really a flashback I wanna ha- whoops never mind got the flashback 😱
Maya looks more calm now, I think she's trying to act more reasonable and she's got good points 👍 I know people were a little weirded out by how more cheerful she looks in comparison to Hands of Time, but I think she gets the most serious and rational when time needs. That's actually fascinating of her 🤔
CALLING OUT AN ATTEMPTED MURDER
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THIS GIRL IS TOO GORGEOUS MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT 🤩🤩🤩 Like my gosh that smirk, what the heck Pix 💜💜💜
Okay but Jay looking at Nya until the doors are completely closed?? CAN YOU FEEL MY JAYA HEART BEATING?? ❤💙❤💙
Whoa green gas I thought this was Nya's season 😂
MAYA WHY ARE YOU SAYING THIS STUFF YOU'RE SCARING ME 😱😱😱 I SWEAR LEGO IF YOU BROUGHT BACK WATER MOM JUST TO KILL HER OFF I'M GONNA SUE YOU 😭😭😭
I really REALLY like the atmosphere of the entrante of the temple! Super sealike and ancient! 🌊🌊🌊
Maya: off we go, into the spooky old temple! (Why does it feel like something Kai would say? 😂)
Oh gee, someone sleeping in the deep, who could that be? Coff Wojira coff
Whoa the jellyfishes look pretty lifelike!
HERE HE COMES
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WELCOME BACK GILES!!! ONCE AGAIN ON A LEGO SHOW I MISSED YOU SO MUCH YOU AND YOUR GODLIKE VOICE!!! 😍😍😍😍 Gosh he's a villain but he's got Clay's voice, how can I even try to hate him?? 😅
Alright, knocking down my water girls, that is pretty hateful material... BUT CLAAAYYY 💙💙💙
So they need the two amulets to wake up Wojira? Isn't one on the island? Fire dad and son coming to the rescue? WHO KNOWS BUT I'M ENJOYING THIS A LOT SO FAR KEEP GOING SEABOUND 😍😍😍
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jalapeno-princess · 3 years
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Last Night
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(There were many more gifs that matched this story but just him licking his fingers did so many things to my heart) (and my vagina)
Mark Tuan X Reader
Word Count: 10.2K
Genre: Angst (toxic relationship, communication problems, Mark being an asshole) smut (brief description I was too lazy to go in to depth) tiny bit of fluff in the end
Summary: The relationship you had with Mark was hard to explain. What started off as the most beautiful relationship you could ever imagine yourself being apart of turned in to nothing but sex and it came to a point where you could no longer stay with someone who’s heart was no longer in it. You told yourself you were done with Mark Tuan completely, but what happens when he shows up to your door three weeks after you tell him it’s over, asking for you to give him one last chance?
A/N: Hey guys! Well that was fast hahaha, I told y’all I can’t stay away from writing no matter how hard I try! This is based on the song “La Noche De Anoche” by Bad Bunny and Rosalia which when I first heard it, I assumed it was a break up song (I do not speak a word of Spanish unfortunately) but when I researched the lyrics, it was actually very sexual so here we are. I feel as though my writing isn’t all that great with this story, I tried my best and it’s very repetitive but eh, it’s whatever. Please enjoy and happy reading! (BTW, I’ve read all your comments on my last post and I just want to say you are all so amazing I actually cried special shoutout to some of my favorite people ever @makeuhwa @solarblooms @ohmysugarclouds @strawberryogeurteu @yup-indecisive-girl-cece y’all deserve the entire world and more I love you all so much!!!!!!)
I know that this won't happen again But if it happens again, I know what would be your weakness Because last night was Something that I can't explain Alone, giving it and giving it without stopping  You told me you'd die for me Because last night was  Something that I can't explain  That was giving it and giving it without stopping You on top of me, me on top of you  Eh, eh You left my body hot, hell But you left my heart cold, winter Dreaming I'm with you is when I sleep  Tell me, papi Tell me, mami Who is erasing that night? You kissed me and my hat fell off Without lots of sweet-talk, without lots of sweet-talk When I'm with you I let the vibe go And let thе moon supervise us With that sweet mouth, evеrything you tell me is delicious We did positions that I, mami, I never did You got wet so that I'd baptize myself And that I'd get serious, serious You and I together creating an empire Those eyes have a mystery But in the end, nothing of ours was serious
MT: “Can you come over tonight?” 9:47 P.M.
You stared at the text message for a few minutes, debating on what your response should be. 
No. 
That was your initial reaction—especially after how things ended the last time you were with him. It’s been almost three weeks since you’ve seen Mark and if you remembered correctly, you left his apartment with your hair disheveled, your clothes a wrinkled mess and a pleasurable soreness in between your thighs—right as you both came down from your highs, you wasted no time in putting on your sweatpants and t-shirt; telling him that you could no longer continue to put yourself through the heartbreak that came with allowing him to take advantage of you. 
Deep down, you knew in that moment that whatever it was going on between you and Mark was over. Or at least, that’s what you’ve been trying to convince yourself in to thinking. Staying away from him for more than a day was already torture; you loved spending as much time as you possibly could with him—or at least you used to. 
You were happiest whenever you’d get to be with Mark. But that was before your relationship became as complicated as it currently was. Now, you wanted nothing else to do with him. These last three weeks felt like an entire year—it went by painstakingly slow and you felt extremely pathetic knowing that his absence was having such a negative effect on your mental and physical health. 
You were miserable not having him in your life anymore and what hurt worse was that he didn’t even try to chase after you once you confessed everything that was weighing heavy on your heart. It wasn’t like you wanted to leave. No. You planned on staying the night like you did every single time you found yourself writhing underneath him. 
Nights like those were reoccurring; he would text you either that morning or sometime between eight and ten in the evening—asking you if you wanted to come over. You would. Whenever he called for you, you’d always come running without hesitation. Every. Single. Time. You could be out with friends, or you’d be staying back at work, finishing an important project and you would drop everything to go and be with him. 
Mark must have had a sixth sense—he had to be aware of how willing you were to practically drop whatever it was that you were doing in that moment just so you could tumble in to bed with him. After a while though, you were getting used to not having him in your life. Sure, there were days that you missed him—well, you missed him and thought about him every single day but some days were better than others. 
Unfortunately, when the bad days came—and there were quite a few bad days, you would have a pity party for yourself consisting of ice cream and alcohol. He never left your mind once; you couldn’t stop wondering how he was doing, if he regrets letting you go, if he was missing you and thinking about you the way you constantly were with him. What made him reach out to you tonight? What did he think was going to happen? You cut all ties with him; did he think you were going to run back to him with open arms, acting as though nothing was wrong? 
Well, you couldn’t blame him for thinking like that. If ever Mark did something to upset you, you’d stay away from him for a couple of days and he could never last for more than three days not being able to hold you, kiss you and just have you with him. It took you a while to come to the realization, but his feelings for you weren’t what they used to be. He no longer loved you in the ways that he fervently did a couple of months ago. You weren’t the love of his life anymore—the person he claimed was his soulmate. The person he claimed was made especially for him. You were just a place to put his penis in every now and then. 
Once you accepted that things were not ever going to go back to the way they used to be, you thought long and hard about what you were going to do about Mark. No matter how much you loved him and how his name was forever etched onto your heart like a tattoo, you could no longer handle the pain that came with not being as important to him as he was to you. You told yourself to ignore him; if you were to give in to him and respond, then it would interfere with your progress in moving on. 
But then again, you couldn’t help but feel as though something was wrong. Mark Tuan could get anyone he wanted. You were confident in the fact that he wasn’t going to wait around for you when there were girls that would practically throw themselves at him on a daily basis. He was a twenty-seven year old man who had his desires and needs. There was no way he went this long without sleeping with somebody—Mark was a nymphomaniac. 
The two of you had sex almost every single day, but you weren’t complaining. Sex with Mark was a wild and extraordinary experience. You’ve only been with two guys before him and you could honestly say that he was the best sex you’ve ever had. 
Not only was he a very generous lover; paying attention to your needs before his own, going down on you without hesitation, experimenting in any position you wanted to try out, allowing you to dominate him whenever you were in the mood—Mark’s sole purpose was making sure that you were having as much of a good time as he was. If only he cared for you during the times when he wasn’t buried deep in to your pussy—like he used to. 
God, you really missed him—or more so the person he used to be back when you could actually feel the passionate love he held for you. But you were going to stand your ground. Mark Tuan didn’t deserve you and these three weeks of being away from him gave you a chance to genuinely think the entire situation out. He’s never deserved you and you weren’t going to give him another chance at breaking you again.
You: “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I meant what I said when I told you I was done Mark.” 9:58 P.M.
MT: “You didn’t mean that, you were just mad. Besides, you would have completely ignored my message if we were over. You miss me just as much as I miss you. Who are you trying to fool y/n? Come on, I need you. Please.” 10:00 P.M.
You weren’t going to lie, he had a point. If you no longer wanted anything to do with him and if you really wanted to cut all ties with him, you would have deleted his contact from out of your phone. His message would have been disregarded and the thought of him would be erased from your mind—yet here you were, allowing him back in and giving him the chance to take advantage of you again. 
Did you not have any ounce of self respect? You knew you deserved so much better than Mark, so much better. But you didn’t want better. You didn’t want someone you knew would give you the relationship you so badly desired. Someone who would give you the entire world and more on a silver platter. Someone who would call you and check up on you to see how you were doing. Someone who genuinely cared about you as a person and not just a body they benefit from. 
At one point in your relationship with him, Mark was everything you could have wanted in a significant other and more. So much more. It shocked you just how much of a caring, doting and adoring boyfriend he was. You didn’t think someone was capable of loving another person the way Mark loved you. Where did it all go wrong? 
When did love—the kind of love that consumed someone like an ocean and drowned them in the waves—the kind of love that was as fierce as a wildfire, never ending and setting your entire body in to flames—when did it all disappear? When did the love he had for you turn in to nothing but lust and sexual desire? Was it something you did? Something you said? When did Mark come to the realization that you were no longer worthy of his love and adoration for you? When did he decide your relationship was no longer worth fighting for?
You: “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t miss me. You miss the sex—you miss fucking me. I poured my fucking heart out to you that night and you brushed me off like it was nothing. You made me feel like I was nothing and it hurt like hell Mark. Go find someone else to get your dick wet because it’s not going to be me.” 10:08 P.M.
If he were to send this message in the same week that you walked out of his life permanently, then no doubt would you have gone running straight in to his arms, allowing him to take you in whatever way he wanted to have you. You were sadistic—a masochist. It’s as if you got off on the high that being used and cheated by the man you loved the most gave you. Stockholm syndrome. That was the only plausible reason why you continuously allowed him to treat you the way he’s been for months. 
That’s the only reason why you kept giving and giving until you literally had nothing left to give. In a sense, he was holding you captive. If Mark was a compassionate person, he would have let you go. He would have let you try and find better than him. You were well aware that he wasn’t stupid; he had to know that you would never leave him completely unless he gave up on you. You couldn’t stop him from not wanting you in his life it it came down to that—the ball was in his court. It always has been. 
That’s why he was contacting you now. He must’ve known that even if you told him you never wanted to see him ever again, every world of anger and bitterness that fell from your lips was just a way to hide how you were actually feeling. You refused to make it known that the way he’s been taking advantage of your kindness and generosity was bothering you. He didn’t have the right to know nor was he ever going to. Not if you were going to do something about it. 
Reading that he missed you though—it tugged on your heartstrings. Your head was spinning and you felt like throwing up. There was no way that man missed you. No. It’s been three weeks. No text. No call. No voicemail. Nothing. Did he really play you out to be a fool? What did he expect? For you to pretend like these last few weeks weren’t ruining you entirely? Like his absence wasn’t the reason you were crying every single day and that you were literally minutes away from a panic attack? Who did he think he was? 
This was unfair. He was well aware that he could do this to you and get what he wanted in the end. Mark Tuan was really the scum of this earth. He had to hate you, there was no other explanation. How could someone be okay with hurting another person that gave them everything they had to offer and loved them with every fiber of their being? You waited for his response; you were curious as to how he would respond to that. 
Would he confirm that he was only reaching out to you to get his dick sucked? That’s what you wholeheartedly believed was his reason for finally getting in contact with you. It surprised you that he took this long, but then again—you wouldn’t be surprised if you were to find out that someone else was taking your place in pleasuring him. Then again—if there was someone else, wouldn’t he have just reached out to them? 
The thought of him fucking another woman made your skin crawl. He was not your boyfriend anymore, but your stomach churned as you pictured him touching someone who wasn’t you. However, he wasn’t yours to worry about or get jealous over anymore. He made that decision on his own when he detached himself from you all but physically. 
Sure, he continued to give you his body, but his mind, his heart and his whole being was no longer yours. After fifteen minutes, you accepted the fact that he wasn’t going to respond. Maybe you weren’t worth the time and effort to fight over. You were probably right. He wanted sex and since you made it known that you were not the same pushover you used to be—tending to his beck and call, he wasn’t going to try knowing you weren’t going to give in when you were sure he probably had women lined up to give themselves to him without hesitation. 
You began to clean your kitchen and put away some of the dishes as an attempt to take your mind off of what had just happened when you heard a knock at the door. Just the knock alone made it obvious as to who was behind the door. He’s been over to your place one too many times in the duration of your year long relationship, so it didn’t take a genius to know that it was in fact Mark knocking. Especially because he texted you not too long ago, but what was he doing there? 
To say you were nervous had to be the understatement of the year. You were terrified beyond belief—but that was because you knew Mark better than anyone else, and you knew yourself. Once you were to open that door, there was no fighting him or the feelings you so strongly held for him. You would be putty in his hands. You could put up as big of a fight as you possibly could—you could tell him to leave and even threaten him with calling the cops, you could tell him that you had someone over or you could just pretend like you were already asleep. 
It sounded so simple, but just like you, Mark has known you for quite some time now and this meant that he was well accustomed with your character and personality. He might no longer have cared about you for anything other than what you could do for him behind closed doors, but you were certain that he still remembered the little things about you. 
“Y/n, I know you’re in there and I know you’re not sleeping. Open up. We need to talk.” 
You scoffed and mentally cursed him for actually coming over. You already told him no—what made him think seeing you in person was going to change how you felt? He could say whatever he felt was going to get you to open the door, but you weren’t going to give in that easily. Honestly, you were planning on staying silent and just waiting for however long it took until he grew tired of staying outside. You meant serious business this time—or at least that’s why you kept trying to convince yourself. 
“Y/n—come on. I’m serious. Don’t—please don’t let this be it for us. Please. I need to see you. I’m so fucking sorry. I hope you know I plan on staying the entire night if I have to. I’ll do whatever I have to in order for you to open the door. I’ll knock all evening if that’s what it’ll take. I’ll scream and cry, I’ll even ring on this damn doorbell—“
“What do you want Mark? What are you doing here?” 
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t know why you opened the door. There were so many red flags going off in your mind while a tiny voice in your head was begging you to ignore him. He wasn’t your problem to begin with anymore. If your neighbors were to complain about the noise, than he’d have to deal with the police and he’d be out of your hair in no time. Yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be evil—you didn’t want to cause him any harm or be the reasoning behind his suffering. 
That wasn’t the type of person you were no matter how badly you wanted to hurt him the way he hurt you. You wanted him to cry over you. You wanted him to realize the hell he’s been putting you through in the last few weeks. However, you had a feeling it wouldn’t bother him as much as it currently was bothering you. Men were never as emotionally involved in relationships as women were. 
He probably didn’t even think about you once since you stormed out that night, so you needed to be strong and get him out of there quickly. You needed to remind yourself; you deserved so much better than him even if all you really wanted was him. He would never and could never desire you and crave you in the ways that you so heavily did for him. 
You’d be asking for too much by wanting him to have even the smallest ounce of worry for you. Seeing him for the first time since you got everything off of your chest felt like a slap to the face. You felt as if you couldn’t breathe. It was suffocating—you could feel tears brimming at your eyelids at the sight of him in all his handsome glory. 
He was currently dressed up in one of the most lethal outfits a man could ever wear—gray sweatpants and a white tank top. He knew exactly what he was doing coming over dressed like that; especially because you were very vocal about how simple yet extremely sexy the pairing was and how he pulled it off so effortlessly. His hair was a little longer than it was three weeks ago. You told him you preferred his hair long for some reason and ever since then, he’s been growing it out. 
He claimed it was because the weather has been growing colder and that he didn’t have time to stop by the barber shop but deep down, you knew he did it in order to impress you. Plus, it was easier to grab handfuls of his soft locks as you found yourself riding him like the professional cowgirl you were. If he were to show up the day after you left, you probably would have pounced on him without even hearing a word he had to say. But now—now you were reminded of how he didn’t even try to hide his disinterest and lack of concern as your tears began to fall down your cheeks while you poured out your entire being to him and that gave you the boost of confidence you didn’t even know you were capable of. 
“I—um—I uh—um—“ 
He scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. The many years you have known him for made it easy for you to pick up the meaning behind his ministrations. Whenever he’d draw his attention to the ground and bring his hand up to his nape, this meant that he was either shy, had no idea how to respond to something or he was embarrassed. 
Mark took on the dominant role in your relationship. He was the leader; you allowed him to control your entire relationship, but he wasn’t controlling nor was he mean, forceful or ever made you feel uncomfortable. If anything, he was very soft—he was kindhearted and gentle. He made sure that you were just as happy and content in your relationship as he was. 
However, you now regretted allowing him to have that power over you. Sure, he never took advantage of your generosity and vulnerability while the two of you were a couple, but when you changed from a comforting and romantic relationship to one strictly based on sex, you felt as though he couldn’t care less about what you did anymore and that’s when you realized you didn’t have the motivation or energy to stick around with someone who was completely void of any feelings for you. It was a one way relationship and you could no longer handle being the only person who was putting in the effort to keep your relationship going. 
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say—I have an idea of what you’re thinking and I know you told me not to come. I just—fuck. I don’t know what to say other than I’m sorry and I—I—“
“You what Mark? You’re here for the reasons I assumed you were? Sex. That’s all I’m ever good for huh? Someone to get your dick wet. Someone to suck you dry—an outlet to release all your pent up frustration? I’m sick and tired of your shit Mark. I’m sick and tired of the way that you’ve been treating me like I’m nothing but a good fuck. I’m a human being Mark! I have feelings too! Or did you forget that because the only person that matters to you is yourself. I meant it! I refuse to let you do this to me! I refuse to let you hurt me any more that you already did. I’m a shell of nothing! I used to be such a bright, bubbly, ray of fucking sunshine and you took that all away from me. You broke me—you ruined me beyond belief. Is that what you wanted? Are you happy? Whatever I did to you to make you hate me so much, I’m sorry. But I’m done. You don’t deserve me. You never did and you never will.” 
Your chest felt so much lighter now that you got out everything you wanted to say. There was so much more weighing heavy on your mind, but you were confident that he didn’t even care. You’d be wasting your time—hell, you wasted your time the minute you opened the door. You gave him the chance to apologize—to come back in to your life when you should have dead bolted the lock on the door of your past life with Mark once and for all. 
The silence that took over as soon as you finished your confession was genuinely suffocating. You refused to look up at him, if you did you were well aware of the chance that he’d be giving you a look of remorse. One that would make you feel sorry for him. A look that would have you on your knees with a snap of a finger. But you needed to stand your ground. You already gave him so many chances—enough was enough. 
“I don’t hate you—“
“That’s bullshit and you know it—“
“Y/n, I do not hate you. I never hated you. Get that mentality out of your head damnit—“
“Then why—why did you end us huh? Was it because I wasn’t good enough for you? All the girls who’d throw themselves at you—the girls with tinier waists, prettier faces, bigger asses and breasts—girls who would  come running to you at your beck and call? Girls who are easy and don’t care whether or not you use them for your own personal gain? You didn’t love me. You never loved me. I gave you everything—I gave you all of me and you took it like the greedy son of a bitch you are. Do you get some sort of sick high hurting other people? Does it add to your already huge ego? What do you get from manipulating me—“
“I let you go for your sake! Fuck—I was the one who wasn’t good enough for you and I could see what loving me was doing to you. You’re right—I ruined you and I’m so fucking sorry y/n. You don’t have to believe me. You probably think I’m saying these things just to get on your good side or to get you to feel sorry for me but I’m telling you the truth. It was hurting me, seeing you suffering because of the way I was treating you—what I was putting you through. I was never capable of loving someone or being loved by someone, but then you came in to my life and God, I wanted to be someone worthy of your love and affection. I tried so hard—I wanted to do the best I could to make you happy and to be a boyfriend you could be proud of, but I was just so fucking scared of getting hurt again. I’ve never told you this and it was because I didn’t want you to pity me nor did I want to make myself vulnerable but I’ve been hurt before. Before you—I was a player. I was hooking up with girls left and right for a while. Then I met my ex-girlfriend and I really thought she was the one. I adored her, I thought the world of her and I loved her. Or, at least I thought I did. It wasn’t until I came to terms with the fact that I was in love with you did I realize that I never loved her. We were together for almost five months and this was a year before you and I began dating. I found out she was sleeping with a friend of hers and I went crazy. I told myself that I would never allow someone to have that power over me—to hold so much of my trust—to make me feel like the only person in the entire world and then make me look like an idiot—“
You couldn’t help but let out a scoff of disbelief. If you were being honest with yourself, hearing him say that his ex-girlfriend broke his heart and led him in to being afraid of being in another relationship and trusting another person made your stomach sore. Mark had to be one of the most gentle human beings you have ever met. He couldn’t even hurt a fly—one time he accidentally stepped on a lizard and he cried for almost an entire hour. 
His heart had to be made of pure gold, he was just a wonderful human being. Well—used to be. You felt so sorry for the beautifully broken boy standing in front of you. He looked as though he was about to cry, his lip began to quiver and tears were starting to brim at his eyelids. Whether he was upset after his entire heartfelt confession about the love he held for you or because thinking of his unfaithful ex bothered him—you wanted to reach out to him and pull him in to a hug. 
Nobody deserved to get their heart broken, but Mark was the last person who anyone should have done such a ruthless thing to. This was the first time you have ever heard about his last relationship or any relationship he’s ever had but you just assumed he didn’t want to bring up that part of his life since it no longer existed. 
With the way he used to take such amazing care of you, you just assumed he did the same with his ex-girlfriend. Nobody was perfect, but Mark came pretty close and it made you curious as to how someone could let such an indescribably otherworldly being go. You wanted nothing more to find the girl who tore apart your sweet boy and cause her the same amount of pain she caused Mark—the same pain he was currently putting you through. 
However, why were you being punished for somebody else’s crime? Why was your chance at love being taken away from you because of another girl’s mistake? If Mark loved you like he claimed he did, why would he continue to torment you knowing exactly what his actions were doing to your mental state? 
“Look, I’m sorry she did that to you. I really am. I can imagine the large amount of trauma from being cheated on can cause—but that doesn’t mean you had the right to use me as a way to get over your pain and throw me aside when you realized you were allowing yourself to be vulnerable again. Did you just assumed I was going to do the same thing to you? Mark, we’ve been together for over an entire year—have I once ever made you question my feelings and loyalty towards you?”
“No, but—“
“I’ve told you I love you at least three times every single fucking day and I’m sure I’ve proved my love physically as much as I did verbally. I did everything I could to make you happy. I moved an entire fucking state to be closer to you. I left my friends and family back home, I left a job I was in love with and a loft that is much bigger than this fucking shoe box just so you and I could be together. I’ve loved you since the moment I realized I needed to be around you at all times. I never wanted anyone else. It was always you. Was my reassurance not good enough? Fuck—the fact that you told me you no longer wanted to continue our romantic relationship yet you had the nerve to ask me if we could still have sex—and the fact that I agreed just because I was fine with having you in any way I possibly could—I’m such a pathetic fool. We could have had it all Mark. We could have been so happy together—“
“That’s why I’m here tonight. I want to fix this. I’m sorry for staying away for so long, but I wanted to give you your space and I was afraid that you’d push me away. Actually, this time apart has made me realize just how much I cannot live without you. I love you—I really do. I’m so madly and fucking crazily in love with you that I’m genuinely scared of what I’m capable of doing just to be yours again. I know I don’t deserve a second chance and I’m so sorry for breaking your heart. I’m sorry for being such a fucking selfish asshole. You deserve so much better than me and I should have tried harder for us—but I swear to God if you take me back, this time around will be different. I will take good care of you y/n, I won’t let you go ever again. These last few weeks without you was fucking hell—it took every bone in my body not to call and text you. I actually came here five times and sat on the stairs, trying to build the courage to talk to you. Losing you had to be the hardest loss I’ve ever experienced in my entire existence and it’s all my fault.” 
His fingertips made their way up to your cheeks and you were too caught up with everything he said to realize it until he cupped both sides of your face and lifted it up so that you were making eye contact with him. You were growing upset with yourself for allowing him to touch you—to caress you because this meant you were giving in to him and you made a pact with yourself that you’d move on from him. 
You kept trying to convince yourself that the thought of Mark walking in on his ex-girlfriend in bed with her friend and the pain he must have felt is what got you to allow him permission in holding you as he was so gently right now—but you knew exactly why you weren’t pushing him away like any sane human being would. Mark Tuan, whether you liked it or not was the man who held your heart. The only man who probably ever will. 
All you wanted since you stormed out of his apartment that night was for him to come back and beg you to take him as yours again. Here he was doing just that—yet you were still so hesitant. What if his words were nothing but empty promises? What if he were to hurt you again down the line? What if you were to let down your walls that you took so long to build after you came to the decision that loving him was going to kill you one day only for him to come in and ruin you tenfold? Was it going to be worth it? You were still slowly falling in love with yourself and rebuilding yourself—were you really going to allow Mark to interrupt and ruin the process? 
“I know from past experience and by the look on your face that you’re overthinking and I just want you to know that—“
“Just shut up and kiss me. I’ll probably regret this in the morning but I can’t think at all—I just need closure—“
“Y/n—“
“Either you kiss me or you leave. It’s all up to you—“
Kissing Mark had to be one of your favorite activities not only as a couple but just in general. Even before the two of you began dating, you found yourself staring at his lips on multiple occasions. They always looked so soft—they were plump, heart shaped and the prettiest shade of pink. His lips melded perfectly with yours, as if they were made for you. The kiss started off slow and gentle—as if he was afraid that you would pull away all too soon. Slowly, he began pushing you more and more inside of your apartment and deepened the kiss as the two of you made your way towards your bedroom. 
“Jump for me baby.” 
You did as you were told and threw yourself on top of him, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist as your hands found their way around his neck. He roughly squeezed at your ass and pressed you up against the wall, not being able to go any second without his lips on yours. You couldn’t explain just how amazing being in his arms and having his lips attacking yours felt—God it felt wonderful. Before you could process his next move, he shoved the door open and threw you on to the bed as he started attacking your neck with sloppy kisses. 
“How the fuck did I go so long without you? Fuck baby—you’re so, so beautiful.” 
When you felt his hard on press up against your thigh, you had to stifle back a laugh. Mark was notorious for easily getting turned on. This was a common occurrence; it didn’t take long for his cock to stand right at attention. Whenever you’d wear one of his shirts or if you sat on his lap—he would groan in sexual frustration. 
“Can I—can I make love to you?” You nodded without hesitation and one by one, your layers of clothing were being flown across of the room. Both his clothes and yours were scattered all around the floor, leaving you both in nothing but your underwear. 
“So fucking gorgeous, I can’t wait to have my way with you.” 
He began leaving chaste kisses along your neck and made his way down to your naked breasts. Mark was very verbal about how much he loved playing with and sucking on your breasts. Breast play was both a huge kink of Mark’s and yours. He took both your large mounds in between his hands and began to knead them, twisting and flicking your nipples. You moaned at the sensation—Mark’s fingers always did wonders whether he was using them on your breasts, on your ass, on your hips or in between your legs. He had some of the prettiest fingers you’ve ever seen and they were magical. 
“It’s only been three weeks but I feel as if your tits grew bigger. I didn’t think it was possible seeing as how they’re humongous. Ah—I can’t get over how perfect you are.” 
Your heart swelled at his words—Mark always knew exactly what to say and now you knew there was no going back. You pushed back the tiny voice begging you to stop what you were doing to the back of your head. 
Closure. All I need is closure. 
Who were you kidding? Mark was back in your life now—the ball was in your court and you were non-verbally giving him another chance. Is that what you really wanted though? Of course it was. You wanted Mark—you didn’t need him but you wanted him. God, oh how you wanted him. You were so deep in to your thoughts that the flick of your clit sent warmth to both your chest and your cheeks. 
“You’re already so wet. You feel so amazing as always baby.” 
It’s been a while since you’ve heard that term of endearment fall from his lips. As frustrated as you were with him, you wanted him to say that four letter word as many times as he could. It reminded you of when everything was how it used to be—wonderful, beautiful, extraordinary—fairytale like almost. Too good to be true really. You felt yourself choke up thinking about how amazing your relationship once was. 
Why did he have to ruin it by running away? Why didn’t he just tell you his fears before? Why did he allow you to fall so deeply in love with him? Why did he continue your relationship for so long knowing that your feelings grew deeper and deeper as the days went by? You absentmindedly cupped his cheek and smashed your lips against his; as much as you wanted to be upset with him, you couldn’t help but feel a small amount of pity as his words of insecurity began to replay over and over in your mind. He smiled in to the kiss and continued to rub on your clit with one hand and pinched your nipple between his fingers. 
“Tell me you love me.” 
You looked up at him in both surprise and disbelief. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that you loved Mark. Even though your relationship was in shambles and there was practically nothing left, you never stopped loving him. He took up too much space in both your mind and your heart for you to move on from him that quickly. 
It worried you; since Mark was the first and only man you’ve ever loved, you were terrified out of your mind thinking that you were never going to find someone else. You prayed for God to give you a sign; you also wanted him to give Mark a change of heart. All you really desired was for him to fall back in love with you. It was honestly too much to ask for but you didn’t even care. You deserved to receive the same love you gave him so effortlessly. However, you didn’t know if you were ready to confess it to him just yet. You were still so broken and fragile; he didn’t deserve your love just yet. 
“Mark—I—I—I’m sorry. I can’t.  Not right now. I’m not ready to say it just yet.” 
Seeing his shoulders slump as his whole demeanor changed in to that of disappointment made you feel like literal shit. He looked so defeated; like you ripped his soul right out of his body. If you questioned the love he held for you before you had him hovering on top of you, you were now confident that he indeed still loved you. The look of hurt in his eyes after you admitted how you currently felt was proof enough that Mark held feelings for you. He slowly leaned back and ran his hand through his hair; taking in a few deep breaths before giving you a sad smile. 
“Don’t be sorry—I should be the one apologizing. I have no right to ask you to do that or anything else for me. I’m sorry y/n. I just—I missed hearing you say it. But it’s my fault. I’m selfish. I took all your love confessions for granted—I took you for granted and now I’m paying the fucking price of it having to live without you—“
You wiped a couple of tears that fell down his cheeks before taking his face in between the palms of your hands. 
“Even if I can’t say it, I’m sure you know that I do. I still do. I haven’t stopped. Ever. Not even once and if I’m telling the truth, I probably never will. We’ll talk later—now, I really need you to do something or I’ll go insane.” 
If he was disappointed, he did a good job at not showing it. He returned his position back in between your thighs and left soft, feather like kisses along your body, making his way down to your navel and finally reaching your entrance. He placed a wet kiss on both sides of your inner thighs before licking a long strip along your slit. 
“Such a pretty pussy. I can’t wait to devour you princess. Time to eat.”
The sun was warm against your cheeks and it took you a while to process that you were no longer asleep. The pleasurable soreness in between your thighs was a reminder of what happened the night before. Flashbacks of your late night love making session with Mark came rushing back as you gazed at his sleeping figure. He looked so peaceful and he had his arms wrapped gently around your waist. 
His breath was warm as he continued to wander around in dreamland and it was in that moment did you groan in irritation at your thoughtless decision. Sure, mending your broken relationship sounded good on paper last night—especially after the five hour sex session the two of you had. 
Honestly, in the duration of your time as a couple, last night had to be the best sex you’ve ever had with Mark. It was dirty—nasty—rough—wild—sinful to the tenth degree; you couldn’t even describe just how naughty it actually was. The two of you experimented in many different positions; he sat on a chair and you bounced on him with a relentless pace, he threw you up against the wall and rammed his cock so deep inside of your pussy causing the tip to hit your cervix repeatedly, he kneeled and placed your ass on his lap while he fucked you from behind, he propped you on top of his lap with your back pressed firmly against his chest as he guided you along his length. 
No matter how many rounds you went, neither you or Mark could get enough. You were both addicted to the high that came with loving on the other’s body. You can still see the imprint of your breasts on the window when he pressed you up against the pane and fucked you doggy style. 
The sound of skin on skin slapping—your ass bouncing deliciously against his front; it was breathtaking. The older boy ate you out three times and you came every single time. You returned the favor by going down on your knees, taking as much of his dick down your throat and choking on it purposely—knowing just how much Mark got off on hearing you gag on him. 
Although he was very generous in eating your cunt like he hasn’t eaten anything in a long time, he was very vocal about how much of a professional you were at giving head and because of this, he would indirectly hint towards having you blow him dry at least once a day. You were sure that if you tried to stand up, your legs would give out and you’d end up falling right back down. He fucked you like he hated you—like he had a vengeance against you. Not once was it slow or passionate and as much as you loved kinky sex, it did make you sad as you grew to overthink again. 
You couldn’t stop thinking that everything he said last night was a lie. His tears—the way his chest began to heave as his brows furrowed, it was all his way to get you to feel sorry for him and to hopefully bring you back to him. You believed he sweet talked his way in to having sex with someone he knew would give their body to him so easily. Why he didn’t feel as though he could have gone to someone else instead of running back to you—you’d never understand and you didn’t feel like asking him. 
Looking at him right now; sleeping peacefully, naked and bare, his pretty lashes fluttering as his chest lifted up and down—you wished you could have forgotten the entire month and the months he was only in it for the sex. You wished things could have been what they used to be before everything went to flames. You wished you could pretend none of this ever happened and run straight in to his arms. There was nothing more that you wanted than to bask in him and all his handsome glory. 
Sure, the sex was no doubt out of this world, but you cared for more than just the sex. Sex should be the cherry on top of a perfect ice cream sundae. In this case; you wanted to be held—you wanted to be able to run to Mark whenever you had a rough day. You wanted to stay up in the wee hours of the morning watching reruns of Netflix shows, you wanted to bake all kinds of desserts you’d see on the food network, you wanted to read books while sitting on his lap as he played video games; everything the two of you used to do, you wanted to do it. 
Being domestic; romantic and just genuinely in love—two sided love, that’s all you wanted. You decided to gaze at him for just a little longer. Your heart and your mind were at war in that moment. As much as you wanted to believe his promise of doing better and mending your relationship, the voice reminding you that things weren’t going to change wouldn’t stop nagging you. With a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, you made the decision to jump in the shower. 
Not only did you want to cleanse your body of all the sweat and excess cum you were sure was stuck all over your stomach, thighs, breasts and back, but you needed to be as far away from Mark as you possibly could. Also, taking a shower was when you were your most serene. You could use the hot water to break you out of your many thoughts. Not wanting to wake him, you tried your best to quietly walk over towards your bathroom and closed the door quietly behind you before jumping in the tub. 
The water was blazing hot—but honestly you didn’t even feel it. Your body was too numb to really take in your surroundings and to feel anything at all. It took you a while to start doing something, you had no desire to move. You were filled with too many emotions that it took almost five minutes to put shampoo in your hair. The droplets began to pound against your skin as you thoroughly ran your fingers through your hair. 
Since you didn’t look at your phone or the clock on your night stand, you had no idea what time it was but you didn’t even care. You didn’t have too much planned for the day; if Mark hadn’t come over you would have went grocery shopping and had a little pity party filled with wine and ice cream like you have been for the last few weeks. You had no clue what you were going to do once he woke up. Did you want him to stay? Did you want him to go? Of course you wanted him to stay. He would have left the second he showed up if you didn’t want him there. But you were losing your sanity the longer he stayed at your apartment. 
The love you held for him came crashing in to you like a terrifying storm, there was no turning back anymore and that’s what you were afraid of. Since you were so busy thinking about your excuse as to why he couldn’t stay anymore, you failed to hear the bathroom door open nor did you hear the shower curtain slide. You only realized Mark had join you when you felt him rubbing shower gel along your shoulders. He placed a soft kiss against your jaw as he placed his head in the crook of your neck. 
“Good morning baby. Sleep well?” You hummed in agreement and leaned in to his embrace. 
Just a little while longer y/n. This is your last time with him. Take in as much as you possibly can. 
“That was the best sleep I had in weeks—and I know it’s because you were in my arms. God—last night had to be one of the best nights of my entire life I’m not even joking. I mean, we’ve had makeup sex so many times but fuck—that was fantastic. You—God y/n I can’t get over how beautiful and fucking perfect you are. Do you have any plans for today?” 
You turned around to face him and reached for your shampoo to put in his hair. His morning voice was so sexy. Mark’s voice was one of your favorite sounds in the world. It was soft and gentle towards the people that he was familiar with and even to strangers as his way of being polite. Sometimes he talked to you as if you were a child, but it wasn’t in a teasing or humiliating way. 
It was more so because he was so protective over you and he made it known that you were such a delicate little flower in his eyes. However, in the mornings and during sex, his voice would grow deeper; raspier and it never failed to send shivers down your spine. He giggled as you scrubbed his brown, curly locks and brought his hands down to your hips, grazing your hip bones ever so gently. 
“As a matter a fact, I do. I have to pick up some groceries, my laundry is piling up and I meant to go visit my mom sometime this afternoon.” His small smile soon turned in to a frown, but he didn’t say anything and allowed you to continue washing his hair. 
“So—you—you said you wanted to talk this morning. What um—what are we y/n?” Although you were well aware that the topic of you and Mark was going to come up sooner or later, you weren’t mentally prepared for that conversation just yet. You didn’t come to the decision as to whether or not you were going to take him back. When you heard him sigh, you had a feeling he thought your response was going to be a negative one and he had every right to think so. 
“Y/n, you know we can’t live without one another. As much as you deserve better, and fuck—you deserve the entire universe, you and I need each other. This relationship is toxic, sure, but I wouldn’t want to go through life with anyone else. You’re it for me—for the rest of my life. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I need you to know that. I felt so fucking depressed without you. I was on the brink of insanity. I guess it was my karma for taking advantage of you, but I want nothing more than to fix my mistakes if that is what it will take to bring you back to me. What was last night huh? You wouldn’t have let me fuck you the way that I did if you didn’t see us getting back together—“
“What do you want me to say Mark? Huh? Sex doesn’t solve anything! Did you really think that your half ass apology and your shitty ass, empty words were going to fix the fucking wreck you left my heart in? Did you think your cock was going to patch up my wounds—get rid of my insecurities and make me whole again? Our relationship wasn’t toxic—you’re the toxic one! You’re a fucking asshole Mark Tuan. You know what you were doing the minute you broke up with me and had the nerve to ask me if we could still hookup. You’re the actual devil you know that? You don’t love me. You never loved me. That’s why you could leave so easily. If you loved me, we wouldn’t be here right now but here we fucking are Mark. I wouldn’t have cried every single day because of you. I would have never questioned my worth—I would have never questioned what I was to you or who I was to you. But I did. I always wondered what you’d tell your friends or your family whenever they’d ask me who I was after we broke up. Was I still your girlfriend or was I just somebody you ran to when you wanted to get your dick wet? I can’t blame you completely, I allowed you to do that to me but fuck Mark—did it not bother you in any way? Did lying to me, only reaching out to me when it was beneficial for you, making me feel like I wasn’t good enough—what did that do for you? Did it fuel your ego knowing you had that kind of power over someone? Fucking tell me you asshole! Last night—last night was my way to say goodbye to you. To us. It meant nothing to me—“
“That’s bullshit and you know it, stop fucking lying to me. I can see it in your eyes y/n. Your mouth is saying one thing but your eyes hold a totally different story. I know you. You’re probably stuck—you want me. You want to be with me again just as much as I want to be with you. I’ll do anything to make you mine again. You said it last night. You weren’t ready to tell me that you still love me, but you do. Even if you didn’t confirm it, I know you do and I love you to. I love you so fucking much damnit get it through that head of yours. I’m not going anywhere. If it’s space and time that you need, I’ll give it to you. And no, I wasn’t lying. I meant every single thing I told you last night. You’re my lifeline. You’re all I want for the rest of my life—please, you have to believe me.” 
You turned around in frustration and shut off the water; you were confused and upset. Why did he have to do this right now? Why did he think it was a good time to throw this all on you? There was nothing you hated more than lying. It wasn’t who you were. Every time you had to lie to someone, you just felt so terrible. But you didn’t want Mark knowing the truth. He’d use it against you if he were to find out that you were seconds away from giving him what he wanted. 
“I love you. Okay? I love you Mark and I hate that I do. I wish I could stop. Loving you is so tiring. Unrequited love is the worst. Loving you is going to be the reason I end up six feet under. I love you, but love is not enough anymore.” He brought his hands up to your face and cupped your face all but gently. His eyes pierced through yours; it was obvious that he meant business. With the way he was acting, he wasn’t leaving your place until he made things right. 
“I don’t know what else I can do or say to get you back in my life. Love is enough. Our love will always be enough. I love you, you love me—I don’t care about anyone or anything else. I’ll fight for you, as long and as hard as you need me to. I’ll do whatever you ask of me, whatever will make things right. I know how it feels to live without you and I cannot fucking do it anymore. I’m sorry it took me so long, but you know my reasons for staying away. Don’t you ever think, even for just a second that everything I’m telling you is a lie. I meant and I mean every single fucking word. My heart—or whatever is left of it—whatever you didn’t take with you that night, it beats for you. It’s yours. Forever. I can’t sleep, I couldn’t sleep at all since you left. I haven’t been eating and all I could ever think about was you. The pain in your eyes as you stormed out, the way your words repeated like a broken record in my mind, whatever clothes and items you left at my place—hell, your scent is still on my pillow and it’s been haunting me every single day. I never understood what love was and I never understood why people made such a big deal of it before I met you. But as soon as I came to the conclusion that I was in love with you, everything made sense. So please—I’m not asking you to forget everything I’ve put you through and all that you’ve suffered in the last few weeks. I’m so fucking sorry, I really am. Tell me you don’t want to be with me anymore. Tell me you don’t see me in your future and I’ll let you go. I don’t want to keep bothering you anymore. I don’t want to hurt you anymore. I know I’m toxic and it took hearing you say that for me to accept it, but I promise you things will be different this time around. I’ll change. You’ll never question your place in my life or what you meant to me ever again. I will make sure to remind you just how much I love you and how much you mean to me verbally and physically on a daily basis. Please baby, one more chance. That’s all I need.” 
The look of hopefulness in his eyes and the way he was holding you so protectively, so tightly as if he was afraid of what would happen if he were to let you go; his motions alone made the decision for you. There was no going against your heart, no matter how hard you could try. At the end of the day, Mark Tuan—even after all the mistakes he’s made and all the trauma he had you suffer through, he was your soulmate. 
That man, that beautifully broken man, he was made for you. He was yours and you were his. Sure, he could have handled things much more differently and these last few months could have been prevented, but it was in the past. No point in beating yourself up about spilled milk anymore. To both his and your surprise, you pressed him up against the cold tiles of your shower and roughly smashed your mouth against his. You didn’t give him any time to prepare and you took the lead in moving your lips against his. When you felt him smile in to the kiss, you knew you made the right decision. Only Mark Tuan was capable of making you cry, cum and smile in less than an hour timespan. There was nobody like him and there would never be anyone who could replace him. 
“Please don’t ruin things this time. Promise me you’ll talk to me. We need to work on our communication Mark. I think I would actually die if I have to leave you again.” 
He nodded vehemently and stole a couple of sweet kisses from your lips as he carefully picked you up and threw you over his shoulder—playfully smacking your ass in the process and taking you back in to your bedroom. 
“I wouldn’t dream of it. You and I are endgame baby. Now, as much as I love your mom, I think we should make up for lost time, don’t you? There are many more positions I want to experiment in. Particularly the one where you split on my dick—what? You’re stuck with me for life you know that? I love you so much y/n. More than you will ever be able to comprehend with that beautiful head of yours. Thank you for coming back to me.”
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❛ AN INNOCENT TEXT MESSAGE ❜
with Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes.
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Warnings: NSFW, this is pure smut and I'm not sorry.
Word count: about 3k
Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!
Gif credits: @angels-reyes
Masterlist.
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💬: i wanna lick the veins in your arms
You're sitting close to Angel, enjoying a talk with Coco, Gilly and Creeper about motorbikes, because you need to buy a new one since yours is too deteriorated. And they're the best to advise you. But for a moment, you looked at your boyfriend and noticed how much his veins are marked on his skin, because of the effort moving the heavy boxes of beer from the floor to the bar. Leaving one of them over it, he takes his phone to check the recent notification. Sideways, you can see him reading it twice before putting his eyes on you with an incredulous gesture.
Clearing your throat, trying to hide licking your bottom lip and laughing about something funny Coco said, you unlock your phone again.
💬: i wish i were those boxes so you would lift me up like that
Your boyfriend bows down his gaze to the new message, shaking his head and chuckling in silence, before keeping his phone in a pocket.
💬: ez don' ignore me
💬: i want you to fuck me wearing only your kutte
He's trying to not laugh hearing the ‘dings’, placing the beers inside the fridge under the bar. Pursing your lips, you decide to send him one of those pictures you take for him, when he has to leave Santo Padre for more than one night. And you are ready to die, when you watch him having a sip from his beer, unlocking again his phone. Spitting the drink all over the floor and drowning with his own coughs, everybody in the clubhouse turns at him.
“Eh, boy scout, you okay?” Coco asks, having a drag from his cig.
He just nods, hitting his chest with a palm trying to recover his air. Then, when everything comes back to normality, he kills you with his dark eyes frowning.
💬: im fucking wet right now
💬: stop am working
💬: and that make it funnier
💬: i can feel my skirt soaking
💬: and my pussy throbbing
You can see him cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand, leaning towards the bar and resting his forearms against the edge.
💬: look at these fingers
💬: they feel so good inside me
💬: fucking me
💬: making me cum
💬: crying your name
💬: shit ezekiel
💬: im gonna fucking kill you
💬: yeah choking me daddy
💬: hard on the pool table
💬: deep against templo's table
💬: or rough on this couch
Ezekiel rubs his face with a hand, trying to think what he can reply to you, to calm yourself. Taking a deep breath biting his lower lip by the middle of it, he looks at you smirking, crossing one leg over the other really slowly, provoking him.
💬: i can imagine how much those jeans are clenching your cock right now
💬: you wanna know something?
💬: no
💬: aint wearing nothing under this dress
His look turns to a surprised one with parted lips, perfectly watching him gulp.
💬: jeez i would love to feel you deep inside me
💬: fucking me hard till make me cry again like last night
💬: because youre so fucking thick
💬: so fucking big
💬: please stop
💬: not until you cum inside me papi
“So, what do you think about Yamaha?” Angel asks leaning against his chair.
“Yeah! I saw one in Santa Madre that… fits in what I'm looking to ride to”. You reply naturally, locking your phone and having a sip from your beer.
“The black one?” Creeper asks a little excited, pointing at you.
“Yes!” You chuckle. “We went together last saturday, and that's pretty good. The engine is a fucking monster. I really liked it, and it was, ahm…”
“Four k”. The half-mexican adds.
“Not bad. I would buy it”. Gilly says nodding.
“I probably will”. You nod then. “I'm gonna take some air, guys”.
“Okay, mami”.
Getting up from the couch and putting your dress well on, you walk towards the outside carrying your phone in a hand, and not looking at your boyfriend just to tease him a little more. You have a clear destiny with clear intentions, leading your steps through the scrap alley, until reaching EZ's roulotte. Turning on the main light, you type his number by heart and setting the speaker, so you can undress yourself in the meantime. The heat is running all over your body, feeling how it suffocates you hearing the call tones.
“Yeah...?”
“I'm naked. Sitting on your bed. With my legs opened. And you know what?”
He doesn't reply, but you can hear his shaky breath on the other side.
“My thighs are fucking wet, just like my pussy”.
“Are you…?”
“Fuck, yes…” You moan, lying on the pillow and easy sliding one finger between your warmth folds.
“Shit…”
“I know your… fingers feel better, but… oh, fuck, EZ…”
“Ju—Just… give me… give me five minutes”.
“Hurry up, baby… I'm fucking desperate”.
Your boyfriend hangs up the call and, even if you could play with yourself a little more, you decided to wait for him imagining and thinking about all the things you're going to ask him to do. Ezekiel lives to please you, as you live to please him, whenever you need each other's body. So at the moment you hear his heavy steps coming closer, you sit over your forearms with your legs opened. Coming into his roulotte, he licks his bottom lip, looking at you whilst closing the door.
“Fuck… You're gonna pay for that”. He growls rubbing the rock under his tight jeans.
“And you're gonna enjoy it, daddy”. You reply with a naughty smile on your mouth, biting your forefinger.
“Show me what you were doing, when you called me”. His voice is hoarse, and his orbs are burning in lust, resting a shoulder against the wall.
Touring your breasts down to your abdomen, you lead your right hand to your needy pussy tucking in two fingers. A soft moan escapes from your throat, pulling it back to pulling it in, once and again. Keeping a slow pace for his delight. You can feel some tickles in your low belly, with his dark eyes fixed in yours, enjoying the private show.
“Faster”. He mumbles, seeing him barely swallowing.
Moving your wrist as he demands, the pleasure intensifies and your vocals become a little higher. Taking off his kutte to leave it over the table and rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, EZ kneels on the mattress settling himself between your legs. His lips goes straight to one of your nipples, sucking and licking it with the tip of his tongue, maintaining your gaze while his huge and callous hands paw your whole body. You can't help but speed your moves, fingering yourself deeper.
“You wanna cum, baby girl?” He asks then, traveling down his thumb to stroke your swollen clit.
“Ye—Yes, daddy…” You nod using your most innocent tone of voice.
Grabbing your wrist, Ezekiel forces you to pull out your fingers, making you sob disgusted. Until you watch how he brings them to his mouth, taking into it in all their extension to lick and taste your clingy juices wrapping your skin.
“On top of me, baby girl”. He orders you, before sitting up by your side with his back against the wall.
Sitting on his lap, your lips crash against his, looking for his tongue in a pulse of dominance. Your hips are swinging over him, rubbing your clit with the rigid fabric of his jeans, finding out that your boyfriend is harder than actually looks like. You know exactly what he wants, soaking a little more his pants with every move and drowning all your moans into his mouth. While one of his hands is clinged in your ass, the other strongly slaps it making you squirm under his grip.
“C'mon, baby… fucking cum like the needy bitch you are for your daddy's cock”. He grunts, slapping you again provoking you to speed up.
“Fuck, EZ…” You almost cry with your fingers on the back of his head.
Sinking his face in your neck, you can feel his teeth biting your skin without mercy, marking his territory on you all over it. And the heat running down your abdomen, flooding in the longed-for orgasm screaming out his name, barely breathing.
“Such a dirty girl… look at the mess you made”. He smirks with that charming smile, wrapping your throat with his fingers to stand you up.
Walking backwards until your waist hits the edge of the table, he urges to sit you on, spreading your legs over his shoulders while he kneels in silence. His tongue licks your core, reaching your throbbing clit with the tip of it, catching it between his lips to suck it hard.
“Oh, fuck, daddy!” You yell out, placing both hands on his head, while his are nailed on your waist.
He's going to make you cum again, being easier with your pussy being so sensible because of the recent orgasm. His mouth devours you delighted, focused in your center with his tongue touring you completely. Moving slightly your hips by arching your back, you start a low pace riding his face, feeling the tickles of his moustache and his goatee scratching pleasantly your skin. And you don't need anything else to finally fall again between sobs and groans, biting your lower lip.
You're pretty sure that if he asks you to put on your feet, your shaky legs will not respond. And he knows it too, grabbing you by your waist and lifting you up to bring you back to the bed. Cleaning his wet mouth with a hand, he uses the other to undone his jeans.
“You said something about sucking, didn't you, ah?”
You just nod, trying to catch some air.
“Beg for it, baby girl. I know you're praying to fill your mouth with my cock”. Ezekiel says with a rough tone, taking off his shirt to throw it somewhere over the counter.
“Please, daddy…” You mutter leaning forward to kiss his pelvis, touring his sides with your nails.
“Not enough. And I can't hear you”. Tangling one hand in your hair, your boyfriend pulls you closer.
“I want you to fuck my mouth, daddy… I fucking need it… I've been thinking about it the whole day”. You say somewhat loud, while EZ pulls down his stained jeans and his boxers, freeing his hardness.
You let him stroke your lips with his reddened glans, teasing you. Until he forces them, impaling his cock against your throat and holding it in, feeling your mouth buzzing because of a soft arcade that makes him groan, closing his eyes for a second.
“Fuck, baby girl… You're so fucking warmth”.
Moving his pelvis back, he digs again his erection into your mouth, causing you the same sensation of pleasing suffocate you. His pace becomes rudely, pushing your face until your nose collides with his abdomen in an erratic and anxious dance, while your tongue licks all his extension and your lips get closed wrapping and making some pressure. One of your hands is fixed on his lower back, using the other to stroke his balls between your fingers, slightly squeezing them. EZ's moans flood the roulotte, knowing whoever is walking closer can hear how good you're sucking his cock, figuring out why he left the clubhouse so quickly.
“Fuck, baby girl… look how you take it all… shit”. Leaning back his head, he holds yours with both hands taking a step towards you, to pound your throat again. “I want you to put in four, right now”.
You obey without complaining and knowing how he likes it, you kneel before lying down your chest over the bed. Your legs perfectly spreaded for his delight, feeling the mattress sink slightly behind you some seconds after. What you aren't expecting is to hear a soft buzz coming closer, before feeling the cold metallic vibrator clenching your back hole, while EZ rubs his wet glans on your pussy. The wall of your ass molds itself around the small toy, producing a nice vibrating roaming your anatomy.
“EZ… Fuck, EZ”. You whimper, sinking your face between your arms. “Please… Please, fuck me… I fucking beg you, daddy”.
Make you cry because of the pleasure is his new favorite thing in the world, since he discovered it. And you're aware that he's going to do it again. Slowly sliding his cock among your lips, nailing his hands on your waist, he lies down over your back enjoying how wet you are yet. Pulling your hair aside and pressing his hardness to your limits, you can feel his lips gently kissing your nape.
“You're a delight for me, mi amor”. He whispers into your ear, softly sobbing at him, moving your ass to look for any touch. “I'm gonna fuck you so hard, that you will have to call tomorrow to your boss, 'cause you won't be able to walk”.
Leaning back, he almost pulls out his cock, to push it inside you again with all his strength. His thrusts become hard and deep, hitting you without mercy and without any intention to stop. You're fully filled up, rolling your eyes and screaming his name, as only he could do. Loud and clear. Pleading for more every time he impales you, crashing his pelvis on your buttocks. His desire increases, bewitched with the wet melody that your pussy produces in every move he does. He will never complain about the dirty situations you put him in, loving that confidence of asking for whatever you want him to do. You have known each other since one year ago, and feel like you have known each other since ever.
“Harder, daddy…” You beg him almost crying, with the vibrator wreaking havoc in your body.
“My dirty baby girl… You're fucking insatiable”. He laughs for a second with a deep tone of voice, after tangling one of his huge hands in your hair to pull it back.
Making you kneel over your shared bed, you feel how the toy gets somewhat in, loudly moaning because of that. Wrapping your throat with his hand, the other travels down your abdomen easily finding your clit. The rapturous pounds don't stop, killing you because of the pleasure hitting your body, once and again.
“Oh, fuck, daddy… I fucking love it… I love your cock, daddy… You fuck me so good, like no one before”. You cry out, noticing how your gaze begins to be a little blurred because of the tears stuck in them. “Please… make me cum again, please, daddy”.
Your fingers surround his forearms, nailing himself into you, feeling your walls pressing his sensitive skin about to fall into the edge.
“I wanna see your face, baby girl”. He mutters against your neck with a broken thread of voice, biting it and provoking you the imperious need to take a deep breath, drowning another loud moan.
Pulling out his cock, complaining about the emptiness, he turns you over the bed to place your legs on his shoulders, curling them to your chest. His right hand comes back to your throat, while the other is placed in one of your thighs, squeezing it under his grip. And he pounds you harder, knowing how close both are to cum, seeing the tears of pleasure running down your cheeks, with your heart racing inside your chest. It doesn't take you much more, when your anatomy begins to softly shake while the lash of heat drives your body straight to the orgasm. Again, you're crying as he was expecting, watching the satisfactory and proud smile getting drawn on his lips, a second before filling you up with his seed. The pleased howl echoes inside the roulotte, collapsing over you and pressing his pelvis against your pussy as much as he can, feeling the soft buzz in his balls. You're trembling inevitably, when his lips find yours to devour your mouth in a filthy kiss, letting you know that the night just started.
“Fuck, EZ…” You cry biting your bottom lip, surrounding his neck with both arms.
“Hold it a little… more, baby girl… It feels so fucking good”. He gasps with his fingers nailed on your thighs, pushing them to his own body.
“Fuck…”
“I have to… come back to work”. Your boyfriend whispers, touching your nose with his. “I want you to rest, because I will… fuck, seriously… it feels so fucking good, mi amor”.
Much for his regret, he has to pull down his semi-erection and the toy inside your ass, getting up from the bed while you cross your legs with both hands over your pussy; pressing it and trying to calm the throbs in your clit.
“I will be back in an hour”. He just says, looking for a clean pair of jeans, taking off the one he's wearing yet. “And I will fuck you again, baby”.
You're already counting the minutes left, trying to sit up over the mattress, cleaning your tears with the sheets watching him changing his clothes.
“I love you”. Your boyfriend says, once he's ready to let you rest, leaning towards you to slowly kiss your lips with his hand caressing your chin.
“I love you, EZ”. You mumble, showing him a soft smile drawn on your lips.
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Ever Since New York
A/N: Hello! This is my first HS fanfiction for the Playlist Fic Challenge hosted by @harrystylescherry. I didn’t specified any Harry era, you could imagine any Harry era you want to! I think this is also a reader insert fanfic, but well, hopefully it does. The pronoun I use here is she/her. I know this is not the real meaning of the song, but the actual meaning of the song triggered me myself, I didn't like to write about it, I'm sorry. If there’s any mistakes, please let me know because English wasn’t my first language. And if you’d like to give me reviews or talk to me, you could absolutely do it! Happy reading! XOXO, Syalma
Word Count: 5.1k
TW: car accident
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“I’ve been praying ever since New York” – Ever Since New York
Things started in a place. And for Harry, it was New York.
New York City might not be the most romantic city in general public, but for the Harry Edward Styles, the city is a gift for him. The sweetest memory started here, in the city. When every now and then the city was always busy, but he found comfort in the middle of it. Something he previously never thought to find about in this city.
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He was just shuffling through the crowd in Times Square. It was at night in the busy hour. He was wrapped in a thick jacket and sunglasses, and everything was so packed, even people, and anyone barely notices him. Which he was thankful about, because it was already a tiring day for him in the studio. It’s already late in his opinion and all he wants is jump on his bed right away. Or maybe a cuddle, even, only if he has someone to cuddle.
The thought stuck in his head, and that night, God given him what he wishes quietly. He bumped into a girl in the Metro. The girl turned around, rising her eyebrow in confusion. When she saw him, she started to freak out. Her head already in a negative view. She step aside a little, giving a space between him and her. He wanted to mumble an apology, before realizing the girl already stepping away from him.
She looks like she’s a college student, he thought. And before he knew it, she snapped her eyes at him alarmingly. He knew she can’t see his eyes staring at her like a lost puppy found its owner, but it surely already makes way to her instinct.
“Sorry,” he mumbled and turned away, locking his eyes at the ceiling of the Metro track.
He didn’t know, that ever since that day, she will be stuck in his daydreams, and out of the blue, making way to his songs and writings.
Ever since the metro, she’s all he thinks about.
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Their faith tied together again. It’s lunch time and they both met again in the restaurant.
She was looking around the place to find one single unoccupied chair. Her eyes fell on two, one in front of a smoking men and one in front of the curly-headed men. She hates the smoke, and for the sake of it, she makes her way through the table.
“Hello, I’m so sorry to disturb your lunch, may I sit here by any chance?” she asked. The men turned around. He looks right back at her, with bright green eyes and hazelnut curls on top of his head. A moment of silence as Harry regains back his memory of the Metro girl he bumped into.
“I’m so sorry, if you didn’t want to. I’ll find another seat,” she brought her tray away, walking to the opposite direction from the table.
“Hey, um, I didn’t mean to. You can- you can seat here,” he nodded, chewing his lips. He has been thinking about her for some times, once he already got the girl, he messed it up by just looking at her.
“Oh— thank you so much!” she smiled brightly as she turns back to the table and set down her food tray.
They ate in silence for a few minutes, before he speaks up after a war with his gut.
But she did it first.
“I’m sorry, but you look familiar, have I met you before?” she asked.
His mind glued at her until he forget to answer it until she cleared her throat in a code to snap him back to reality.
“Eh, sorry, sorry. Yeah, we’ve met before. In the Metro, the men bumping at you at busy hour,” he scratches the back of his neck, like he always do when he was nervous.
“New York is really a city of possibility. Who knows I bumped into Harry Styles on a Metro?” she laughed. Harry’s smile makes its way back to his face. There’s something about this girl he was very fond of.
“You know…me?” he asked in disbelief.
“Of course I do. Like everyone else. I’ve been a fan,” she nodded.
“You didn’t, don’t get me wrong, look like one,” he stared at her. He wanted to hear her way of saying ‘I do’ in front of their families and kissed in front of everyone. With him.
“Well, I am. Not all fangirl looks like they are a fan, aren’t we? But yeah, I’m a fan. Dying to get a quick snap of you, but I figured you will quickly find my phone’s camera lens as soon as I snap it, considering your sixth sense of it and me sitting only separated by a table, so that might not be a good idea. And yeah, maybe I look calm outside, don’t be tricked by it. I freaked out inside,” she laughed. There’s something about the way she talks that makes him mesmerized by it. He gulped down.
“Do you want a snap?” he offers. Her eyes look back at him in shock. She slowly nodded. She offers her phone, but he already pulled out his.
He snap their picture quickly before he sends it.
“Do you have an Apple product phone? So, it will airdrop?” he asked.
“Eh, no, I have an Android, but I have my iPad with me. Give me a sec,” she pulled out a device from her backpack. She turned it on and Harry sends the picture to it. He glances at the name of her device. y/n’s iPad. y/n. A name he will remembers.
Looking at him glancing at the name of her iPad, she suddenly realized.
“Oh yeah, I’m sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m y/n,” she offered her hand.
“Nice to meet you, y/n. I’m Harry,” he giggled.
“Hi Harry,” she said, in a soft tone, that makes him wanted to listen to it for the rest of his life. They both laughed and continued their food.
Ever since the restaurant, he wonders if their faith will collide once again.
///
“Hello, um, no, that’s…probably not a good tone, you have to use the perfect charming tone. Not too low, not too high, not too fast, not too slow. Hey. That’s too informal,” he chippers in front of his bathroom’s mirror.
He didn’t know how much luck he could get right now. He got her phone number, for some weird connection only God knows exist. She was one of his mates’ old friend. Her contact was buried beneath his’ phone for ages and he managed to pull that out of his contact and have the courage to save the number in his phone and gave the girl he met by coincidence a call in one fine Saturday night. And managed to croak out a question in the middle of his nervous state on that simple call.
And fast forward a week, here he is standing in front of the mirror, practicing his line over and over while his nervousness ripping him off little by little. He doesn’t know how he have this whole luck of her.
His phone suddenly rang, snapping him out of his thought and sprinting to his phone as quick as possible. He pulls up the green button after glancing at the caller’s ID.
“Hey, Harry,” she greeted. Her voice ran down his spine and gave him a comfort he never felt before with anyone else.
“Hello,” he said. A dead silence for a moment before she continued speaking.
“Um, I don’t know if I disturb you, I’m so sorry if I do, but I’ve been waiting for about 45 minutes, and I wonder if you will go on the date or cancel it? Because if you want to cancel it, then it’s okay. I’m just checking.”
Harry looking up at the clock on the wall. The clock showed him the time that felt like a slap at his face. And her soft voice asking him in concern make him regret his own feeling. He was supposed to be where she is now an hour ago, he planned on coming earlier than her to make a good impression, but now he’s late, like really late. There will be no way she’s going to forgive him nor agree to go on the second date with him.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry, I– I just lost track of time, I’ll be there in a sec,” he stuttered. He push his phone to his pocket, ran to his keys, and flung himself to his Range Rover and hit the road as fast as the law allowed him to sped up.
He arrived in the span of 15 minutes from her phone call, panting and sweating, as well as nervous and panicking, scared to look at her face once she pulled up to the passenger’s side of his car. She raised an eyebrow before touching his bicep softly to distract him from his thoughts.
“Harry?” she asked. “Are you alright?”
“Uh- yeah, I’m okay,” he nodded quickly.
“You look pale and sweating,” she examined his face.
“I’m great, that’s just…my natural features,” he tumbled over his words. “Shall we go?”
“It’s okay if you’re not feeling good, I could just go home,” she looks at him with a concerned face.
There will be no way he will let her let out of his grasp. He was already in the edge of not getting her by forgetting the time, he won’t let her go home alone this time.
“I’m perfectly fine, we’ll go to one of my favorite restaurant,” he stated, the thought simply giving him a new pump of confidence.
“Oh, alright, we’ll go then,” she relaxed to the seat and buckled herself. He drives through the night glow of New York with Brooklyn Bridge and Miss. Liberty watching him. Watching quietly as Harry Styles trying his best to get the girl he dreamed of by picking up the rest of the pieces left about him in her that he already broke. And this city being the quiet paparazzi recording every step of him got the love of his life.
Ever since the date, he knew he will do anything to be with her.
///
He shifted in his sleep, making himself a little more comfortable, while scooting further to her arms. She wrapped her arms around his wide form graciously, mumbling something before inhaling his scent to soothe herself to go back to sleep.
They tangled together in her bed, sheets crumpling beneath their bodies. They didn’t need it anymore; each other’s warm presence was more than enough to keep them safe and sound in the summer night.
They have been official for a couple months now, 7 months to be precise, after him, being a nervous wreck having the courage to ask her to be his and his only. He was nervous, sweat covering his palm, and his voice trembling as he asks her. He doesn’t know how he did it, but he did end up driving home with her hand in his and a thin layer of her lipstick left on his lips. And when he got back to his own place, he screamed from the balcony to the busy road beneath, doesn’t even spare a glance at pedestrians looking up at him weirdly, or the fans started to clicking their cameras up secretly, or paparazzi recording him. In his mind, the world was just him and her.
His eyes flicker open, looking up to her, who sleeps peacefully. He stays there and just watching her breathing rhythm. He loves it when she got into peace like this, with no crease between her brows or an upset face painted on her beautiful face.
“Are you going to creepy stare at me forever or tell me what time it is?” she asked, her eyes still closed.
“Both, it’s around 1 in the morning darling,” he said sweetly, kissing her shoulder.
“Great! Now tell me everything you wanted to ramble on,” she said jokingly.
He knows she was joking, but he did anyways. He spoke up.
“I want babies, to cuddle! To squish their little chubby cheeks. How cute would that be? They will have green eyes and curly hair like I do, and they’ll have tiny smile that looks like yours! And we’ll squish their tiny faces and kiss them and we’ll spoil them with so much love and—and—and—Gucci!” he giggled after the word came out. Of course, Harry’s staple, Gucci, will be on the list of his babies.
“And we’ll put them in bear onesies I saw on Pinterest the other day! And we’ll paint the walls soft yellow, and we’ll get to cuddle them in our arms at night, and they will squirm in our arms, and when they wake up hungry in the middle of the night, I’ll come to them so you’ll sleep. And I can stop my work while they were little, could almost be packed in the suitcase I brought on tour! And when they got old enough, we’ll go around the world and they’ll meet a lot of people, will see the world in real life. And then…they’ll grow up,” he ended his ramble about babies in a sad face, realizing babies could grow up too, and they will not be so little anymore.
“And then, you’ll make more,” she ended the whole story for him.
“You? Why not— oh yeah, I’m sorry,” he looked down like a sad kitten. “We never talk about this before.”
“No, that’s not what I meant. We’ll be a little family, with babies like you want, yeah? Their little faces and cheeks, want to squish and kiss them already,” she fixed her words. He looked up at her again excitedly.
“And we’ll have kittens! Cute little fur balls in the couch!” he continued on.
He continues to talk about kittens. How cute they were, how many will they have, and how he will fed them.
“I love cats lots, but not as much as I love—” his eyes widen after he realized what he just said.
“I love…?” she didn’t have a single clue what he was about to say. And he was thankful for it. “Babies?” she guesses.
“No,” he shook his head.
“So…what?” she furrowed her eyebrows. “Working in the bakery?”
“You, I love you,” he finally decided to risk it all and said the three words that have been stuck in his mouth for the past months.
“I…Harry,” she said sternly.
“Yes?” he looked up at her like a scared kitten.
“Are you sure about those words?”
“With my whole heart, darling.”
“Like sure, sure?”
He nodded quietly.
“I love you, too,” she whispers right to his ears and kissed his pink lips.
His cheek and his nose flushed red. He couldn’t believe that he just did it.
Ever since that night, he knows he wants to spend evermore with her.
///
He was in LA again. Not staying in New York. It’s the fifth time he did it, with no preparation call, but just a quick text once he arrived. Leaving her confused for a moment before processing her boyfriend’s quick news. She was already living in his New York apartment he purchased for both of them, but he was barely there. At bright days, he spent it with his guitars, music, and studios, and at night he conquers the music industry concert. At weekends, he was busy to move around the world, too busy to text his girlfriend about his plan and whereabouts.
Today, she had enough of it. She stormed out of her class with angry fingers pressing the buttons of his number. Those all because he already sent the text ‘In LA babe, don’t wait x’. But who wants to wait for a week before he came back to NY, gave her a proper talk about his plan, and if he remembered about him having a girlfriend, plan on a date afterwards?
First call, doesn’t get answered. Second call, to voicemail after a few ringing. Third call, straight up to voicemail.
She grumbled beneath her breath, cursing, before trying again. On the last ring, he finally picks up.
“Hello, babe, have you gotten my text?” he asked.
“No, you come home tonight, or I’ll leave,” she said sternly. She doesn’t want to look scary by the people she met in the hallway, but her eyes says otherwise. But she didn’t care much. She cares about the fact that her lover just left her with a short text.
“Hey? What’s wrong with you?” his voice turned from bouncy and happy to a stern confused one.
“You’re the one that needed to be asked that way,” she scolded.
“Darling, I’m not going to be in the joke right now, I have some big stuff to do,” he frowned.
“OH, your girlfriend you just left in New York wasn’t a big stuff? Okay, don’t expect me to wait a week alone in that bloody apartment,” she huffed before hanging up as quick as possible, making sure she did it as he speak up explaining his problem.
He cursed underneath his breath when the call line got cut off. Jeff, reading his face, looked over.
“You okay, Harry?” he asked.
“Yeah, yeah, just…y/n acting up,” he mumbled.
Jeff didn’t answer, he just nodded before speaking to someone on the other end of his own phone call. While Harry tried his best to not thinking about his upset (and alone) lover back in New York, he just…failed miserably. At the time the clock strikes midnight, he gave up to his feelings and book a ticket back to New York.
He got into the plane at 3 AM, bouncy and a nervous wreck. He was scared of what might y/n does. Breaking up? Almost a bit dramatic, but doesn’t make it zero possibility. Mad at him? She does now. No need to wonder. Leave the house? She probably plan to right now. Driving at midnight and blasting sad songs in her car? Not Harry’s type, but hey, y/n is y/n. She could be doing that at this very moment. Getting drunk in a dive bar with her college friends? She was barely past drinking age, and she doesn’t like alcohol much, but everyone seeks comfort when they fight with their significant others right? Stress eating on McDonald’s drive thru or eating a tub of ice cream, crying over a random TV Show? It’s nothing bad compared to other possibilities, but he doesn’t want to know it was because of him. Because in each possibility, he imagined her crying and mad at the same time.
And when he dropped his bag at their apartment, the first view he saw wasn’t a crying y/n, an empty house, a drunk version of his girl, or a girl crying with an ice cream tub or McDonald’s packaging. Instead, she curled up into a ball in the sofa, must have been fallen asleep at some point at night, blanket messily covering her figures, and the TV playing a random bad TV Show. He went immediately soft by the sight in front of him, but he quickly remembered about his problem.
He didn’t want to wake her up and as bad as he wanted to curl up in the sofa and scooping her in his chest (because he know she won’t even think twice to push away whoever cuddle her without her knowing) so he went to the bathroom and cleaning up himself a little before moving to kitchen and made some coffee.
She woke up 30 minutes later, squinting at the light before fully aware of other people existence in the apartment. Her hazy mind translates it as a stranger, but once he dropped a pan and cursing, she knew it was Harry.
She pushed her feet against the carpet and walked towards the kitchen.
“Oh sorry, sweetheart, did I wake you?” he asked.
“Care to come home, Styles?” she didn’t even bother to say hi or answer his question.
“Love…I’m sorry,” he plead.
“No, no, that’s okay. I’m pretty fine alone here, with no company, and with my non-existence physically boyfriend,” she said sarcastically. “He was busy being a company to everyone until he forgot to be a company for his own girlfriend.”
“I wasn’t…I’m sorry, can’t you forgive me? I texted you, I let you know where I am,” he argued.
“That’s okay if you don’t,” she said before taking out her cup and filled it with water carelessly. “I’ve had enough of you anyway.”
It hits Harry harder than he thought it intended to be, so he grabbed her wrist and forced her to look at him, even with a disgusted expression.
And that night, they ended up cuddling on the couch and watching The Notebook with a huge tub of Haagen-Dazs in the middle of them. Half finished, with two scoops stuck out.
Ever since that day, he knew and promised he didn’t want to hurt her in anyway.
///
“Are you Mr. Harry…?” someone at the other end of his phone called.
“Who are you? What are you doing with her phone?” he asked aggressively. He felt sick since he woke up this morning, all he wanted was her to cuddle up against his chest.
“I’m Doctor Alex, and I’m from Brooklyn Hospital Center, are you Harry, sir?” he asked once more.
“What happened to her?” his heart sinks. He didn’t even confirm his name.
“I need you to calm down, sir,” the doctor finally gave up, assuming by himself who he was talking to was really the Harry in the girl’s emergency contact.
“What happened to my y/n?” he asked, rushing out of his bed, threw the comforter off his body.
“I’m sorry to inform you this, but you are the emergency contact in this phone. The girl, the owner of this phone, has been in an effective car crash. No relatives or friends with her during the accident,” the doctor explained briefly. “She’s in coma.”
Harry didn’t answer. His heart sinks, his soul felt like just left his body, his stomach dropped, he froze in place, he couldn’t believe the news, he didn’t want to. He wanted to wake up. Maybe this is just a bad dream, and when he woke up he still has her safely tucked in his arm, and smiling at him. And she will kiss his stubble as he stirs from sleeping, and they will stay like that for 15 minutes before the band called him and yelling from the other line about ‘discipline’ and ‘you lovebirds should’ve kept a clock to see the time’.
He hung up his phone as quick as he could and threw himself to his car.
He drove through New York City street in full speed. He doesn’t care about the laws he broke, how many tickets he will get once a police officer caught him. His mind got clouded by the doctor’s words. This time, Brooklyn Bridge and Lady Liberty watch him, not aiming for a girl’s love, but to aim a hope she will be his forever, not with a tie of marriage, but…he doesn’t even want to think about it anymore.
He parked his car messily and sprint to the front table.
“I’m Harry. Harry Styles. I’m…the girl in the car crash, I want to see her,” his mind can’t even form a perfect sentence.
“Sorry sir, who are you to her?” she asked.
“I’m her…her…boy-husband!” he almost yelled. The nurse knew he wasn’t even her fiancé, but from the panic in his voice, trembling frame, and a mess he is, she finally let him.
When he met her, she was inside a glass room, he wasn’t even get to be in the same room as her. He just watched her breathing heavily with an oxygen tank, the only thing that kept him believing she is alive is the beeping loud noise of machines stuck on her body. She looks miserable, bruises all over her body, casts on her arm, bandages, she looks so…fragile. He just wanted to scoop her up into a hug and kiss her, tell her she’s going to be okay, they’re going to have babies like they always dreamed of. They will have their first house, they will watch their babies grew up as much as he hated the fact that babies will get older one day, they will be old people in their 70s, but she will be the most beautiful girl he has ever seen in her 20s. But he can’t right now, and he felt helpless.
It has been almost 7 hours since he arrived and he doesn’t even spend a second take his eyes off of his girl. Nothing progresses much, but he knew she has to survive. So they could pursue their dreams together, just like they always talk about. At this point, all he wanted was for her to flicker her eyes open and look at him. And he will do the rest, he will pick her up whenever she wanted, he will kiss her, he will give her all the affection he has, he will give her all the love he has even until his heart bleed, he will hold her so tight so she will be always safe no matter the circumstances. He will do anything for her to just open her pretty eyes and look at him.
“If you aren’t going to eat something, you won’t be able to take care of her, um, later,” one of the nurses tap his shoulder. The crack of her end of sentence made Harry gulp down a lump in his throat. She knew her condition better than him. And he knew it, the crack on her word of ‘later’ doesn’t got missed by him. He nodded, the nurse’s words are true, she needed him to be okay.
So he took his time to go to the bathroom and wash his face, looking at the tiredness in his eyes, and he took some time to grab something from the cafeteria, a weird looking bread, looks like have been behind the glass display for ages, but he couldn’t care less. He shoves the bread to his mouth while running to get to her place.
“Sir, are you Harry?” a doctor rushing to his side. Suddenly he felt so empty. The panic in the doctor’s voice, his pale face, Harry doesn’t want to imagine what had happened to his girl.
“You might want to talk to her, she is going to be rolled to the operation room,” the doctor said.
Suddenly Harry felt weak in his knees. The bread feels like its going to threw itself out. He took masks and some weird gown the nurse handed him, and he rushed to her side. The beeping noises louder now he’s inside the room, but the only sound he could hear right now is her troubled heavy small breathing.
“Hi, darling,” he walked towards her with shaky limbs. “They- they said I could talk to you right now, I have weird feelings about it, but you are going to be fine. I- I will propose and we’ll have cute babies like we always talk about. I won’t leave your side again. We- we’ll have our happy ending.”
He kissed her cold fingers. It’s like the world were just the two of them again. No one around her. No weird beeping noise from the computer. No Harry Styles the popstar or y/n y/l/n the college girl. Suddenly they are just Harry and y/n again. Just both of them. In the room. y/n fighting for her life, and Harry, as helpless as he look like, helping her subconsciously.
“y/n, sweetheart, I don’t know if you could hear it, but I’ll be with you. I’ll be here, I’ll be by your side, you don’t have to be afraid, because your Harry will be here, honey. No matter how deep you fall, how hard the challenges, how hurt I will got, I’ll always be there for you. Your Harry will protect you, if it’s cold or hot, if it’s dark or bright, I’ll be by your side, kiss every single tears and cuts it will cause, and you don’t have to be afraid nor alone anymore. Because your Harry will be there for you. Always.”
And then he rolled out of the room. Out of Harry’s grasp, no matter how hard he tried to keep her close. She had gone to the room where her life will be on the thin border.
And Harry, with tired eyes and shaky breath, ran to the empty room outside the glass room and cried. Cried like he never did before. Cried until his tears dried. He dropped to his trembling knees.
“God, I-I know I barely talk to You. But this time…I beg You, please don’t let her taken away from me. I know she will be in no more pain, but I’m too selfish for it, I can’t live without her. I can’t function properly without her. I know I didn’t treat her the best before, but give me a second chance to take care of her. To smell her scent again, to kiss her hairline, brush her hair, give her all I could give, give her all the comfort she needed, give her all my love until my heart bleed. Just…give me one more chance, and I will treat her better,” his shaky voice somehow formed a proper sentence. His cheek wet with stained tears. His breath hitched. His chest felt heavy. He doesn’t even know who he is, when his girl still in the room. “Let me take one more chance to call her mine,” he let out a hitched scream.
After a long waiting and more tears spilled, when the clock told him it was 9 PM, she rolled out of the operating room. He jolted up. Indistinct chatter makes his head felt dizzy. But his main focus was her on the bed.
“Is she okay? What happened?” he could hear his voice yelling those to the medical workers, but he doesn’t even remember saying that.
“Sir, you need to calm down,” a voice called.
“No, no, I don’t need to calm down. I need to know if she’s okay!” he screamed.
“Sir, you have to,” the voice called again.
“Tell me what happened to her, tell me if she’s okay!” he yelled once more.
“Sir, take a deep breath and you’ll get to meet her,” the sentence made him stopped and slowly turned around. His eyes begging for explanation.
“Tell me how she is,” he whispered brokenly.
“She’s…you might want to see her, she might want you to talk to her,” the lady doesn’t even told him how she’s doing. And he knew it. He has only a few percent chance to have her wrapped back in his arms. And only God will gave him it.
The lady (soon he realized she is a nurse), lead him into a room. Not a glass room like she used to be placed, but a more private room, but it doesn’t make him feel any better because she was limp on the bed.
He walked in with shaking legs. The door closed behind him, and his knees gave up. He dropped to the cold floor of the hospital and cried for God knows how many times he had cried. His voice cracked. “Give me one more chance to love her again.”
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i want your midnights; 
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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!reader
Word count: 1,749
Warning: fluff!! pure feelings 
Summary: this one’s written for the @mypoisonedvine​‘s festive writing challenge with the prompt “kissing at the new year’s eve count down.” there was only one person that you wanted to celebrate new years with and it was bucky barnes, the love of your life. 
a/n: not my best work but eh, i needed some holiday fluff with bucky. comment and reblog if you like! 
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You straightened the skirt of your dress, trying to make yourself look presentable as you took a deep breath. To say you were nervous would be an outrageous understatement. You haven't played for a big crowd, let alone a crowd in awhile. The last time you were standing with identical emotions swirling through your stomach was when you were in your adolescent years. It wasn't because you grew bored of it, it was simply because you grew up and life had its funny way of surprising you. This occupation wasn't merely a job, it was a lifestyle. And this lifestyle didn't allow you to think that you'd ever have the chance to revisit this forgotten passion.
But here you were. About to perform one of your favourite songs on the grand instrument placed in the centre of the room and you feel like your stomach was sinking. You were good and you were adored. Suck it up and don't be a coward!
The ticking clock shows that it was three hours away from midnight. And the party was in full swing because it's New Year's Eve and Tony Stark was a man of flamboyant parties. And may God help you if he discovered your hidden talent.
"You should sing on New Year's Eve! Entertain the guests before midnight. What's better than live music at a party?"
"I don't know, Tony... I haven't sung in so long."
"You literally just did two minutes ago!"
"Okay first, that was in my room where no one was watching and second, you weren't supposed to see that!"
Tony walked up to the mini stage with a microphone in one hand and a glass of Champagne in the other.  "Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention? I shouldn't be asking, after all, you were invited to my party." The elicited a few chuckles from the guests. "Let me start by thanking all of you for coming here tonight..."
Tony's speech was muffled by the grasp around your waist by a familiar pair of arms. "Nervous?"
"Extremely."  You smiled despite the averment.
"Baby, don't worry. I've heard you sing and you have one of the loveliest voices in the world."
"You're just saying that cause you're my boyfriend, Bucky..."
"That's true, but the latter is also true."
You turned around in his arms and threw yours around his neck. "Thank you for the encouraging words. I feel a bit lighter knowing that you'll be in the crowd."
"My pleasure, darling." He kissed you with his hands still on your waist, holding you close but Tony's words disrupted your moment.
"We have a special and exclusive performance tonight. Please welcome, my friend, ____ ____!“
The soft claps welcomed you and it was your turn to take the stage.
"Good evening, everybody. I'm y/n and I hope you enjoy my performance tonight."
A sprightly "whew!" was heard and you instantly recognized Clint's voice.
Your fingers pushed the first few notes of the intro and the sound immediately changed the atmosphere in the room.
"There's glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby..." You sang to the microphone. "Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor, you and me from the night before but..."
"Don't read the last page but I stay when you're lost and I'm scared and you're turning away, I want your midnights but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year's day." You still hadn't dared to gaze at the audience so you focused on looking down on the black and white keys.
"You squeezed my hand three times in the back of the taxi, I can tell that it's gonna be a long road. I'll be there if you're the toast of the town babe," you didn't know why but your heart drove your gaze to the crowd and you instantly found the person you were singing for. "...Or if you strike out and you're crawling home..."
"Don't read the last page but I stay when it's hard or it's wrong or we're making mistakes..." You didn't look away. You couldn't. Not when the love of your life was staring right back at you with those warm steel blue eyes. "I want your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day." You meant every word.
"Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you, hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you, hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you." This time your eyes wandered to the crowd, familiar and strange faces staring back at you with contented looks and you hoped these words would cling to them.
"...And I will hold on to you." Because they did to you and you did to the man standing a few feet away from you but your hearts and your minds remained connected.
"Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere, please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere..." A brief flashback played in your mind; the lovers turned strangers, the friends turned enemies, the loved ones turned ghosts. You barely heard from them anymore these days, but you could still remember their laughters, an epitome of the good memories. You hoped that this dynamic ragtag group of vigilantes would never turn into one of those tragedies. Another buried name that goes up to the monument.  
"There's glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby, candle wax and polaroids on the hardwood floor," your heartbeat hummed the euphonious melody, "...You and me forevermore." There he was. Smiling at you. Always smiling because you were the light of his life and his simpers were genuine and frequent now.
"Don't read the last page, but I stay when it's hard or it's wrong or we're making mistakes, I want your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day, hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you, and I will hold on to you." You chanted the closing lyrics and when the last note resonated, the guests' claps were louder this time, invigorating your confidence.
Everyone returned to their own things; catching up with their friends, laughing on the couch and drinking by the bar and Natasha was even standing behind it like a professional part-time bartender. Some were slow dancing and the others are already a little too drunk.
"That was beautiful, doll."
"You think so?"
"I know so. You got a gift, you shouldn't hide it from the world."
"I'm not trying to hide it, Bucky. I just... I didn't have the time with the world-saving and all. And music makes people happy, but it doesn't save lives."
"Well, if I don't know when I'll see you play again, then I'm glad at least we got tonight. And you're wrong, doll. You certainly saved me."
"Your words will be the death of me, Barnes."
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Everyone gathered around, watching the big screen displaying the countdown to midnight. As the numbers go down, the more energized people become. Your arms were tangled with Bucky's, not wanting to be far away from the person you loved the most seconds before the year finalizes its chapter.
For a moment there, you felt happy. You looked around to see your teammates with smiles on their faces, stress-free and humans. This job hadn't allowed you to be just a human living a normal life. But tonight was one of the rare moments where all of you could just be normal people celebrating holidays.
And then there was Bucky, the man who had lived for a century, whose entire life was stolen away from him, and the man that your heart chose to fall in love with, and you were lucky enough that he chose you too. You had spent two Christmases together, and now you were entering another new chapter together, and there was no one else you'd rather wake up with an awful hangover with. There was no one else who would be there to give you Advil in the morning and deal with your mess.
5,4,3,2,1...
"Happy New Year!"
You and Bucky kiss, as all the cheers and noises, faded into the background. Bucky grabbed you close by the waist, and you had your arms around his neck trying to hold onto his lips as long as possible. You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling all the overwhelming affection you had for him. Bucky felt it too deep in his bones, who would've thought that despite all the atrocities his hands had to commit, someone as beautiful and wonderful as you would love him despite it all? Would kiss him on New Year's Eve and would stick with him through another year?
"Happy new year, darling."
"Happy new year." You couldn't fake the smile forming on your face. “I can’t believe it’s our second New Year’s together.”
“There’s no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my New Years with.”
“Are you saying you’re willing to spend the rest of your New Years dealing with my cranky hangover moods and pulling my hair back when I throw up?”
“As long as it’s you, I’m ready for pretty much anything. You’ve had my back and picked up my mess when I was at my worst, doll and I didn’t deserve it, but you did so without asking for anything, and I’m willing to do the same for you.”
You nearly teared up at his words, the past two years hadn’t always been the smoothest road with rainbows and butterflies for you two. You stuck with Bucky through his nightmares, panic attacks and his therapy sessions and you loved him despite all his open wounds and permanent scars, and Bucky had never felt luckier to have fallen in love with you too along the way. It began with a friendship and bloomed into something deeper, and the last two New Years that you had spent together reminded you that you could walk through every hurricane that life threw at you as long as you were together.
“You always knew how to calm down my fears and lift up my spirit and I’m eternally grateful for that.”
“Guess we’re just perfectly imperfect for each other, huh?”
“Guess we are.” He kissed you again with a huge smile on his face and zest for writing the first page of 365 pages with you.
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direnightshade · 2 years
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Thanks so much for the tag, @daydreamsofren! ♡ I'll throw this under a Read More so it doesn't clog up the dash.
1) How many complete fics/one shots do you have that you have not published (yet)?
Completed? lmfao None. I did upload a new BHB piece to AO3 though, so... If we're talking what's not been added to tumblr, then I guess I can count that.
2) How many WIPS do you have right now?
DO NOT CALL ME OUT LIKE THIS. It's like 60+ though. DON'T LOOK AT ME, I HAVE TROUBLE FOCUSING SO I AM CONSTANTLY WORKING ON NEW THINGS.
3) Do you take writing requests or write original ideas, or both?
I used to take requests but that became a tad overwhelming. Also wouldn't consider my ideas original. lmfao So neither?
4) If you do take requests, how many do you currently have?
I'm not gonna lie, I still have a bunch of requests saved in my drafts from when I did take them...
5) How many fandoms do you write for?
Oof. Technically I've only published fics for the ADCU and also Attack on Titan, but I'm working on some Demon Slayer and Tokyo Ghoul fics too.
6) Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past that you no longer write for?
Yep. I used to write for Marvel (specifically Daredevil / The Punisher), Stranger Things, and The Walking Dead.
8) Niche fandoms/characters you write for?
Eh, I don't really think I write for niche fandoms or characters tbh.
9) Do you read fics as well as write them?
I do! I used to read a lot more but not so much anymore, though I'm trying to get back into it.
10) What is your favorite genre to write for?
Anything dark and angsty. I feel like I do best in genres where I can pour a lot of my emotions into and that usually tends to be more depressing content. lol whoops
11) What is your favorite trope (to read/write)?
Probably a/b/o.
12) What do you do to get motivated to write?
Nowadays, it's usually @leatherboundbirate and/or @burningdownthedark who have the audacity to make me thirst over various scenarios which in turn gets me motivated to write.
13) Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write?
Slow burn, probably. I'm too impatient to write it myself, I think. I love to read it though, as frustrating as it may be. lol
14) Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested?
Mm, maybe Dan? I really haven't ever gotten many requests for him.
15) How long have you been writing fanfiction?
Oh god. I don't even know. It's been years though.
16) Did you read fan fiction before you started writing?
I did!
17) Do you only post on Tumblr, or any other sites as well?
Started off on fanfic.net, moved to tumblr, and then also moved to AO3.
18) What do you personally consider the word counts of “Drabble”, “One shots” and “fics”?
Just going to preface this and say that I have no idea what the actual threshold for these are so these are just how I've always looked at it. I think I would consider probably anything 500 words or less a drabble, anything over 500 a one shot and idk...I sometimes use fics/one shots interchangeably.
19) Which do you prefer to write more? HC, drabbles, oneshots/fics, multi chapter stories, other?
I wish I had the attention span for multi chapter stories that I could actually finish. But because I typically don't, I'll have to go with one shots.
20) Are there any stories you have discontinued? If so, why?
No, not really. I'm still actively working on everything, it's just severely slow going.
21) What is one of your main “pet-peeves” as a writer on Tumblr?
I think the discouragement of writers from other writers in the fandom is a big problem and it's something that's bothered me for a long time now.
22) Do you write at a particular time of day?
I have found that most of my ability to focus and be motivated comes in the morning, so usually I write most of my stuff between 7 - 10 weekday mornings.
23) Do you listen to music, ambiance/noise, etc to write or do you need silence?
I listen to music. Typically, I put the same song on repeat and let that play over and over while I write.
24) Do you outline your fics at all before writing?
Some of them I do. I have outlines for To the Wolves, Fidelity, and a couple others that haven't seen the light of day yet.
25) Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day?
I'm impatient so I usually just post as I finish.
Tagging: I'm sure plenty of people have been tagged in this already so I won't be tagging anyone. However, that being said, if you're seeing this and you want to take part, feel free to consider this me tagging you!
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writer-dreams · 4 years
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Matchmaker (Draco Malfoy x Reader)
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Hi everyone! So....I know that it's been a while but I've recently joined a writing challenge called Cliche Month Challenge. It was made by @wreckofawriter (thank you so much for inviting me). Expect 2 more fics for this challenge. Also, I'm so sorry about being slow with requests, I am still writing them, I'm just being a turtle. This was really fun to write and I'm excited to write the other 2.
Prompt: 5 times Pansy and Theo failed to get Draco and Y/n together, and the 1 time they succeeded.
House: You choose
Blood Status: You choose
Warnings: Underage drinking, possible swearing, slight angst
Word Count: 4,822 words
A/n: If I'm being honest, this is a little messy and the point of view changes quite randomly at times. I'll also admit that it does seem pretty repetitive (heh). The reader in this story is female / uses female pronouns.
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3rd Person POV
1.
Pansy and Theo snickered to each other in one of the hidden corners in the empty corridor. They watched as Y/n and Draco bumped into each other, waiting for the scene to unfold. For years, Pansy and Theo had to watch as the two friends fell deeper in love with each other but refused to confess their feelings because they were afraid it would ruin their friendship. Pansy was almost at the point where she almost screamed out to Draco that Y/n loved him so much and that she was sick of watching them dance around each other. Theo, on the other hand, found the two's obliviousness amusing and he wanted to see how many times he had to push them in the right direction before they confessed. So, the two teamed up to try and get their friends together to stop their useless pining. They continued to watch, listening in to the conversation between the two.
"Oh, sorry Dray, I didn't see you there." Y/n chuckled, feeling a light blush dust her cheeks.
"I didn't see you there either, (N/n)." Draco smiled back at her, blushing as well.
They stared at each other, an awkward silence now filling the room. Y/n couldn't tear her eyes away from Draco's grey eyes and his handsome face. Draco couldn't stop looking at Y/n's swirling (e/c) eyes. There was a certain warmth to them that captivated him. A few seconds passed before Y/n turned away and coughed slightly.
"Um, have you seen Pansy anywhere? I got this note from her to meet her here." Y/n asked, pulling out a small piece of paper.
"That's funny, I'm waiting here because Theo left me a note to meet him here." Draco said, confused.
"Do you think they-"
The two suddenly burst out laughing, thinking that they had both been ditched. They had no idea that Pansy and Theo had orchestrated the whole thing to let the two spend some time alone.
"Well, seeing that our friends have seemed to abandon us, how would you feel about spending the day with me instead, bestie?" Y/n smiled.
"I would love that, dear best friend." Draco answered.
From their hidden corner, Pansy and Theo watched the pair walk away. Pansy let out a frustrated sigh, turning to Theo.
"It didn't work! How can two people be so blind?" She pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance.
"Calm down, Pansy. We'll keep trying and eventually they'll see." Theo smirked. "I have another plan."
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2.
Classes had just ended and the hallways were filled with students quickly trying to move to their dorms or next class. Pansy and Theo waited outside of their friend's classrooms, prepared to pull off Theo's plan. Although Pansy would call said plan stupid, Theo wanted to see how far something as simple as this would go. Finally, Draco and Y/n emerged from their classroom, talking excitedly to each other. Pansy stuck her leg out in front of Y/n while Theo shoved Draco forward. The end result was Y/n falling to the floor with Draco falling on top of her.
The two teenagers stared at each other, completely forgetting about the awkward position they were in. Their faces were turned into a deep shade of red, their lips just barely an inch away from each other. Y/n's eyes flickered to Draco's lips, feeling his soft breaths hitting her face.
Pansy and Theo watched from the sidelines, the latter convinced that his plan had worked. He had a smirk on his face while Pansy raised an eyebrow at him. There was no way that Theo's stupid plan would work if her note plan failed. She turned back to her friends on the floor, seeing that all of their classmates had created a circle around them, waiting to see what would happen next. At first, it seemed as though Y/n and Draco were in their own world before Y/n took a look around and noticed the crowd. She looked back at the boy on top of her, her face growing even redder.
"Um, Dray, do you mind g-getting off of m-me?" Y/n stuttered, as if finally taking in the situation.
Draco also seemed to snap back into reality as he too looked around. "Oh yeah, sure. Sorry about that." He apologized as he stood back up and offered a hand to Y/n, who gratefully accepted it.
The students who were watching the scene, grumbled disappointedly before continuing on their way. Pansy looked up to see that Theo's smirk had faltered, a fact that she found herself smiling at.
"Not so easy, is it Nott?" She taunted.
"I got further than you." He answered bluntly.
Pansy snorted, patting Theo's back gently. "Like you said, we'll keep trying until it happens."
Theo flashed Pansy a smile, chuckling softly. "Damn right."
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3.
This time, Theo had concocted a plan based on Pansy's first idea with leaving fake notes for Draco and Y/n. It was around the time that dinner would happen and the sky outside was dark with thousands of stars littered across the black space. Like last time, Theo and Pansy hid themselves away from view, waiting for Draco and Y/n to arrive.
The two teenagers arrived at roughly the same time. Their eyes were lit up in surprise when they spotted the picnic blanket and candles placed gently on the grass.
"Did you-" Y/n started.
"What? No. Did you?" Draco asked.
Y/n shook her head before stepping in closer to the blanket. Atop of the checkered material, another note was waiting for them. Written on it, their names were printed neatly in fancy handwriting.
"Well, it looks like this whole set-up is for us." Y/n said, showing Draco the paper.
Draco raised his eyebrows before his signature smirk made its way onto his face. "Well, who are we to deny?"
Y/n's face turned red as Draco sat down on the blanket and gestured for her to sit with him. She obliged, settling next to her best friend.
"So, I'm guessing this note I got from you is also part of the set-up then?" Y/n questioned, taking out the note that Pansy left on her desk out of her pocket.
"I guess so, considering I also got a note from you." Draco chuckled, pulling out a similar note.
Y/n rolled her eyes at the utter ridiculousness of this situation. This had to be one of the stupidest pranks that anyone has pulled on her. Though deep down, she was glad that she could spend more time alone with Draco, so perhaps this 'prank' wasn't as bad as it seemed to be.
"Hey (N/n), you can really see the stars tonight." Draco pointed at the sky.
Y/n looked up and admired the stars with him. It felt nice, just being here with him and looking at stars together. She lay down on the blanket and started looking for any constellations she recognized. Out of the corner, she could see Draco closing his eyes and breathing slowly. He looked so peaceful in the quiet evening, the candle's light making him more attractive. Eventually, he opened them again before turning to her.
"Thank you, Y/n. Thank you for always being there for me. For always listening, no matter how little the problem is. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't my best friend." Draco said sincerely.
Y/n smiled back, "I'm happy that you're my best friend too, Draco."
About an hour or two had passed before the two friends decided to head back inside. They blew out the candles and took the blanket inside with them, smiling and laughing before they disappeared into the castle. Pansy and Theo came out of their hiding place, with Pansy grinning at a frowning Theo.
"It was a good attempt, Nott. Though it appears that not even you can get the two oblivious idiots together." She laughed.
"I'm still not giving up." Theo grunted.
"And neither will I. We'll get them someday, I just hope it won't take years."
Theo chuckled at the thought of him and Pansy spending the rest of their years at Hogwarts trying to get their two friends together. "Yeah, let's hope."
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4.
One of the students was hosting a large party in one of the school's unused rooms. Luckily for Pansy and Theo, they managed to convince their two friends to come join them. There was a rumour that Blaise had managed to sneak some alcohol into the party to 'spice things up'. Pansy and Theo arrived at the party to see Y/n and Draco already chatting away happily in a corner. Theo leaned over to Pansy, a worried expression on his face.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked.
"Of course. Drunk words, sober thoughts, all that stuff. Just keep Draco away from Y/n and leave the rest to me."
He nodded before making his way to their friends, greeting them before taking Draco's arm and leading him away, leaving Y/n all alone. Blaise approached Pansy, two glasses of firewhiskey in his hands.
"Hey Parkinson, you want to join in on the fun?" He asked, lifting a glass to her. Pansy smiled, taking both glasses from him.
"Of course." She said, making her way over to Y/n, who looked a little nervous as she watched the rest of the party.
"Hey Y/n."
"Oh, hey Pansy."
"Great party, eh?"
"I guess so." Y/n answered uncertainly.
"What's wrong?" Pansy asked, knowing exactly why Y/n was uncomfortable.
"Pans, you know I've never been much of a party person, I don't even know why I agreed to come here."
"Because of Draco?" Pansy questioned slyly, watching Y/n's face grow red. She laughed at her friend' reaction, becoming even more amused at Y/n's attempts to shush her.
"You know what you need, Y/n? I think you need a little bit of liquid courage." Pansy held up the glass of firewhiskey to Y/n.
Y/n seemed to consider this before she cautiously took the drink from Pansy. She looked at the Slytherin girl, who nodded approvingly. Gathering her courage, Y/n lifted the glass to her lips and let the burning liquid go down her throat. She looked back to Pansy, seeing her friend offering her another drink.
"Two drinks in and you'll probably feel more comfortable." Pansy smirked, knowing fully well that Y/n was a lightweight and two drinks would be enough to get her totally drunk.
Y/n ignored any warnings ringing through her head and gulped down the second drink. Not long after, the effects of the alcohol began to take over. The next thing she knew, her brain felt fuzzy and she couldn't quite think properly.
"Pansy, have I ever told you how much I love you?" Y/n hiccupped. Pansy chuckled at the sight of her drunk friend, gently wrapping one of Y/n's arms around her back and taking her back to Draco.
"Yes, you have. Now for you to say that to Draco." She muttered.
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When Pansy had finally found Theo and Draco, Y/n was a drunken, blabbering mess. Draco looked worried as he took Y/n off of Pansy's back.
"What happened to her?" Draco asked, brushing some of Y/n's hair out of her face.
"She had a bit too much firewhiskey to drink. Come on, let's take Y/n back to our common room so she can sober up." Pansy answered, watching Draco take one of Y/n's arms and Theo take the other. The group then headed down to the dungeons to the Slytherin Common Room. The whole time, Y/n loudly exclaimed whatever was on her mind, with the trio trying to keep her quiet so they weren't caught.
"You guys ever wonder why the Dark Lord has no nose? Like, if I were to be the most powerful wizard to ever exist, then surely, I'd wanna look good. Who wants to be famous for not having a nose?" Y/n shouted.
"Yes, yes, Y/n. Noses are great. Now, can you please be quiet?" Pansy sighed. She knew that Y/n was a lightweight but she didn't know how difficult she would be to handle.
Soon, Y/n fell asleep, the trio letting out a sigh of relief. Out of the corner of Theo and Pansy's eye, they noticed Draco smiling softly at Y/n's sleeping form.
As they entered the room, they noticed that it was completely empty. Everyone was still at the party, allowing the four friends to have the whole room to themselves. Draco and Theo gently put Y/n down on one of the couches, Draco sitting next to her. A few minutes had passed with idle chit chat between the three as Y/n continued to sleep. The night was still young and everyone was not likely to return from the party for a few hours. Eventually, Y/n appeared to stir a bit from her sleep, though she was still very drunk. Pansy elbowed Theo gently in the side and they both excused themselves before exiting the Common Room. In reality, they were hiding in the entrance to the boy's dormitories. Pansy gave Theo a high five as they leaned against the wall to peer into the Common Room.
"Draco...." Y/n murmured, finally starting to wake up.
"Y/n! How are you feeling, do you need anything?" Draco took Y/n's hand and squeezed it gently.
"Draco....I need to tell you something...." Y/n continued muttering.
"Yeah, of course. You can tell me anything, (N/n)."
Pansy excitedly looked over at Theo. "It's finally going to happen!" She whisper-shouted. Theo put a finger over his lips and gestured for her to continue watching.
"Draco....I...I...."
"Come on!" Pansy was ready to scream. Her body was filled with anticipation and she could barely hold it in.
"Draco....I'm really glad that you're my best friend." Y/n smiled sleepily at him.
"Oh come on!" Pansy face palmed. Theo was shaking beside her, trying to hold in his laughter.
"Shut up, it's not that funny!" Pansy swatted Theo's arm.
"Of course it is! You were practically splitting at the seams from excitement only for it not to happen!" Theo held a hand over his mouth, still trying to stay quiet.
Pansy rolled her eyes and went back to watching Draco and Y/n, disappointment settling into her stomach. She was so sure that this would work, that drunken Y/n would be dumb enough to confess to Draco her undying love for him.
"I'm glad that you're my best friend too, Y/n." Draco grinned. "Now, let's get you to your room. You're going to need to sleep off all that alcohol." Draco lifted Y/n up bridal style and carried her off into the direction of her room.
With both of them now out of the room, Theo burst out laughing. He practically fell to the floor from the endless laughter. Pansy watched him with crossed arms, waiting for him to finally finish. As the laughter died down, Theo took a couple of deep breaths before he settled down.
"Got anymore bright ideas?" Theo joked.
"Maybe." Pansy smirked, a new plan already forming in her head.
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5.
Pansy was tired of their plans failing. She took out a small bottle of a love potion out of her bag, seeing Theo raise an eyebrow at it.
"This is your big plan?" He asked, almost unimpressed.
"Well, everything else hasn't worked so far! This is almost a guaranteed way for them to get together." Pansy reasoned, pouring the potion into a glass of orange juice. Due to being hungover from the party last night, Y/n ended up sleeping in past breakfast. Although Pansy couldn't sneak any food out of the Mess Hall, she had managed to grab some juice on her way out. She watched the potion disappear into the orange liquid, smiling to herself. Theo was doubting the plan, but she'd show him. This would work, she told herself.
Of course Theo doubted the plan. He'd heard of far too many stories where love potions only lead to trouble. He looked back to Pansy, seeing her smile at the mixture in her hands. She was so confident, so sure that this would provide the success they needed. He couldn't wait for this to fail so he could have another laughing fit. Not saying that he wanted this to fail, just that it would be hilarious if it went wrong. He chuckled, thinking of various scenarios where it could take a bad turn.
30 minutes later, Pansy found Y/n tiredly walking through the halls to get to class. Luckily for them, the four friends had Charms together in the morning, so it would be easy to give Y/n the potion and watch her reaction.
"Y/n! You doing okay? You were pretty drunk last night." Pansy greeted, "I couldn't get you any food, but I got you some juice so you have some energy."
Pansy handed her the drink, Y/n thanking her. The three then headed to Charms class, with Y/n complaining about how groggy she felt. They arrived and saw that Draco was already there, patiently waiting for his friends. Y/n sat down next to him while Pansy and Theo sat behind them. Y/n took a sip of the juice, not expecting a strangely sweet taste to fill her mouth. It was an unnatural sort of sweet, like someone poured a whole bottle of honey into the drink. She brushed it off though, thinking that it tasted weird because it was the first thing she had consumed that morning.
"It's happening!" Pansy whispered excitedly, as she elbowed Theo's arm.
"Don't get too excited, Parkinson." He reminded her.
It didn't take long before the potion had taken over the (h/c) haired girl. However, to Pansy's confusion, the girl's gaze snapped from her notes to Blaise Zabini. To her horror, Y/n got out of her seat and settled into a new one next to Blaise.
"Oh no...." Pansy cursed to herself.
"Hey Zabini. Have I ever told you how attractive you are?" Y/n asked, giving Blaise a flirty smile. The potion apparently also gave her newfound confidence.
"No, but I would like to hear more about it." Blaise returned her flirty tone as Y/n giggled.
Pansy continued spitting curse words under her breath as she looked over at Draco's heartbroken expression. Theo looked at her with crossed arms and a smug smirk.
"What did I tell you?" He said, sarcastically.
"Shut it. Now you gotta help me convince Draco that she's not in love with Zabini!"
"Fine. Just keep in mind that this was your plan." Theo rolled his eyes.
Pansy and Theo leaned over their desks to Draco, who was still looking at Y/n with sad eyes. Pansy felt horrible and was terrified that she'd driven them apart.
"Hey Draco...." She started, not sure how she should approach the situation. Draco looked up at her, hurt evident in his eyes.
"Cheer up, I'm sure that she doesn't actually like Zabini." Theo reassured. Draco nodded silently before his eyes went back to the (h/c) haired girl clinging onto Blaise's arm. He let out a sigh before turning back to his work, glancing at Y/n every now and then through the corner of his eye.
"Merlin, Theo. We need to get an antidote for this thing and we need it bloody fast." Pansy scowled.
"Well, I could make it but it'll take me the rest of the day."
"Then, you need to get started on it now. I can't watch Y/n cuddling with someone like Zabini any longer without feeling the urge to vomit."
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The end of the day was nearly approaching and Pansy was anxious for Theo to be done with the potion. The whole day, Y/n flirted and complimented Blaise, which really didn't help the Slytherin boy's already overinflated ego. Poor Draco was stuck watching his best friend fawn over an arrogant arsehole. Eventually, he was so upset that he retreated to the Common Room, hoping to avoid seeing them together again.
Pansy stood by Blaise and Y/n, cringing every time she heard her friend gush about the large muscles the boy had. Where was Theo? She wasn't sure how much more of this she could take and she could only imagine how Draco felt. Finally, she spotted Theo hurriedly running towards her, holding out the antidote. He quickly handed her the bottle and she turned towards her spelled friend with full intent to end this now.
"Hey Y/n! I dare you to drink whatever is in this bottle!" Pansy taunted.
"What? No! What if it's poison?"
"What are you, chicken?" Blaise challenged as he turned to his new admirer.
Y/n's face turned red as she begrudgingly took the bottle from Pansy's hand. Pansy smiled knowingly, realizing that Y/n was only taking it to impress Blaise. Y/n removed the cork and swallowed the contents, not even hesitating or stopping to breathe. When it was empty, she nearly dropped the glass as a sudden dizziness hit her.
"Guys, I'm feeling a little woozy." Y/n trailed off, the world spinning as her eyes closed and everything turned black.
Y/n awoke to Pansy and Theo calling her name. She opened her eyes and found the two looking at her with worried eyes.
"What happened?" Y/n asked when the memories suddenly flooded her brain. She grimaced at the thought of how she acted, especially when she constantly fed Blaise's massive ego. "Wait, where's Draco?"
"He's in the Common Room. He left after seeing-" Theo started but he didn't need to finish before Y/n felt the immense guilt build up. She hated the idea that Draco thought she liked Blaise. That would never be true in a million years.
"What about me? Why don't you tell me more about how attractive you think I am." Blaise asked, pushing himself between Theo and Pansy, holding out a hand towards her. Speak of the devil. Y/n scowled before shoving his hand away and getting herself up.
"Shove off, Zabini. I'm going to get Draco." She flipped him off as she started quickly making her way to the dungeons with Pansy and Theo behind her.
When they arrived, Theo and Pansy hid in the entrance of the boy's dormitories and Y/n found Draco sitting on one of the couches, staring intently at the fires burning warmly in the fireplace. Her heart twisted at the sight of him and how his usual bright eyes seemed blank. She sat down next to him and waited for him to acknowledge her. Finally, he turned to her with a deep frown.
"Didn't know you liked guys like Blaise Zabini." He said, coldly.
"Dray, I swear that it wasn't me. I was spelled with a potion. Please, you have to believe me. I don't love Zabini, I love-" Y/n cut herself off before she could reveal her big secret. "I don't want you to get the wrong idea. You're my best friend, Dray. I would hate it if you saw me as that type of girl."
Draco gently took her hands in his. "You promise you're not into Zabini?"
"Yes. Merlin, I would take back all those compliments I gave him if I could. He such a pompous arse."
Draco chuckled, making Y/n's heart skip a beat. He wasn't mad at her and he believed her. Her best friend was back and she hoped that she would never come that close to losing him again. She loved Draco too much.
"And for the record, you're my best friend too, (N/n)."
"I know."
Pansy crossed her arms and sighed deeply. She royally messed this one up, didn't she? Theo smiled softly at the girl next to him, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Are we done with your extreme plans now?" He teased.
"I give up. It's your turn to come up with a plan now." Pansy said, dejectedly.
"Oh, I have one." Theo's smile grew wider.
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"Are you ever going to tell Draco about your crush on him?" Pansy asked Y/n as they walked through the halls together.
"Pans, you're not supposed to be talking about this in public."
"I just want to know. You guys are best friends, you're not meant to have secrets."
"That's just it, we're best friends. If I told him, it could ruin our friendship. Or worse, if we fall apart, we could never be as close as we used to be. It's easier for me to just keep these feelings hidden because I don't want to lose him." Y/n sighed.
Pansy's face grew hard as she suddenly took hold of Y/n's arm and began dragging her somewhere.
"What are you—Pansy! Let go of me this instant!" Y/n shouted but Pansy ignored her, leading her to an empty classroom.
"I'm tired of you refusing to tell him about your feelings just because you think that you'll lose him." Pansy growled lowly as she tossed Y/n into the room. "You two are going to talk and I'm not letting you out until you confess."
Pansy closed the door and locked it, causing Y/n to panic. She began to knock furiously on the door, begging Pansy to let her out. "Pans, let me out! This isn't funny!"
"You're trapped here too, eh?" Y/n's pleading was cut short when she turned and saw Draco at the other side of the room.
"Yeah, how did you get here?"
"Theo told me to meet him in this room, then he turned and locked me in here." Draco glared at the door, knowing that Pansy and Theo were probably listening in to their conversation.
Y/n turned back to the door. "Pans, I swear to Merlin, let me out!"
"Did you two confess yet?"
"No!"
"Then you don't come out." Pansy's blunt statement caused Y/n to bang her head against the wooden door.
"We don't even have feelings for each other!" Y/n shouted before she heard some sort of heavy breathing. Confused, she turned back to Draco to see him looking at the ground, his fists clenching and unclenching. She approached the blonde boy, worried about why he was suddenly acting like this.
"Dray, are you....alright?" She asked, cautiously.
"No, I'm not because, Salazar, I love you, Y/n!" He shouted.
Y/n froze in her tracks, unsure of what to say. Her heart was racing and her head was filled with a million thoughts. Draco loved her? After all this time, he loved her and she didn't even know.
"And it hurts to know that you'd only ever think of me as a best friend. Yesterday, when you were with Zabini, it was hell to watch you flirt with him because I was so incredibly jealous. I hated the thought that you liked him, and that you could never see me that way. Then you told me you were spelled and I actually thought I still had a chance. Now, we're trapped in a room together because our stupid friends think that we like each other. Under different circumstances, I would have never told you about these feelings because I was willing to let you be happy with someone else as long as I could still be with you, even as a best friend. I love you, Y/n. I love you so much and I would do anything for you. Though, it's been made clear to me that you don't feel the same." Draco finished his rant, still breathing heavily.
Y/n's brain was still trying to process this new information. Too many thoughts were running through her mind and her mouth refused to move. Those three words were at the tip of her tongue but for some reason, she couldn't say them. Her silence was all the answer Draco needed.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't of have said that. This was stupid. Just forget what I said." Draco averted his gaze to the side, tears starting to form.
That's when Y/n couldn't control herself as she ran up to him and pressed her lips against his. Draco let out a surprised squeak but soon began to kiss her back. Eventually, the two parted and Y/n embraced Draco tightly.
"I love you too, Dray. Merlin, I was afraid to tell you for so long because I didn't want to lose you. I tried to push away my feelings but I never could. I wish that I had confessed sooner. Like I said before, I would never be into guys like Blaise because I love guys like you. I love you, Draco Malfoy. I truly mean it with all of my heart." Y/n whispered.
Unexpectedly, the door to the classroom burst open with Pansy whooping loudly as she walked in. Behind her, Theo smirked at the now couple as Pansy gave him a high five.
"We finally did it! Salazar, that took forever!" Pansy cried.
"Wait....all those other times....you guys were the ones setting us up?" Y/n raised an eyebrow at her friends.
Pansy froze, realizing the potential 'danger' she was in. She slowly nodded as Y/n's face twisted into a scowl. Taking this as her cue to leave, she tugged on Theo's sleeve and the two took off running down the corridor.
"Come back here, you two!!"
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Thank you so much for reading! Fun Fact: A friend actually gave me a couple of ideas for this one! She helped edit it for me and she definitely ships Pansy and Theo in this one. (You don't have to ship them, I wrote it so that you could either see them as close friends or maybe growing closer and closer as the fic goes on. Let me know what you think.) I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you again. Until next time.
-Jade
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