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katsu28 · 21 days

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home is wherever you are

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

summary: secretly falling in love with your best friend is tough. secretly falling in love with your best friend who also happens to be your roommate is even less than ideal. the solution? move out! (hint: it isn’t a very good one.) (5k)

warnings: angst with a happy ending, a smidge of google translated french lol

a/n: CHARLES LECLERC!!! CHARLES LECLERC!!!!LECLERC!!! LECLERAUGHCOUGHCOUGH

“I still cannot believe you’re abandoning me.”

Charles shoved another box of your things into the boot of your car rather huffily, as if to reiterate just how unhappy he was.

“I’m not abandoning you, I’m moving out of your apartment.” You sighed, rolling your eyes playfully at him. You passed him the last box off the ground, wiping your hands off on your shorts before propping them on your hips.

“That is quite literally the same thing.” He mirrored your stance in total seriousness, frown unwavering. “And it’s not my apartment, it’s yours now too. Your home.”

You’d been living with Charles for a while now, having been suddenly evicted from your own place three, almost four years ago. With nowhere else to go, you’d turned to your best friend, and Charles had welcomed you with open arms, giving you a home when you’d needed it most.

There were many good things about living with Charles—he liked to cook (which boded well with you, seeing as you were no master chef yourself. Except for when he’d gone through a questionable phase of combining cuisines that did not go well together.), he was respectful of set boundaries and agreed upon rules. You had the same taste in shows and movies, which made for little fighting when it came to deciding on what to watch.

But most notably, he loved to play the piano. It was a hobby he’d picked up during long days spent staying at home, and he was good at it too. An electronic keyboard when he’d first started out, just to see if it was something he was serious about, but as he zoomed through the basics with ease, he’d splurged on a gorgeous white piano that stood proudly in the living room.

Soon enough, it wasn’t unusual for the apartment to be full of music, beautiful songs of Charles’ own composing.

He played whenever he had the feeling. Whenever he had something on his mind, whenever he was bored, anything, he’d spend hours at the piano, playing, playing, playing. Some might’ve called it annoying, but not you. You found it rather soothing.

It had very quickly become a habit of yours to fall asleep listening to Charles play. Something about it seemed to always relax you just enough to the point where you could pretty much fall asleep anywhere if he was at the bench.

Your favorite spot was on the sofa with a big blanket, watching him get lost in the notes until you drifted off. More often than not, you could rarely get a good night’s sleep without Charles’ accompaniment—your very own version of white noise.

But truth be told, this past year of living together with Charles had been trickier than the first couple. You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment things began to change, but something had definitely shifted between you.

You’d been trying to write it off just the two of you being very close, but you’d been dancing on the line of close friends and more than friends for a long time. Falling asleep together cuddled on the sofa, lingering touches whilst you were in the same room and in passing, hugs that lasted a little too long to be considered normal.

The more your feelings for Charles grew, the more worried you became. Worried about what, you weren’t exactly sure. All you knew was you didn’t want to lose the longest and best friendship you’d ever had because you went and fell in love.

“I know. But I think it’s well past time I get out of your hair and try being on my own for once.” You said softly, stepping in to fold yourself into Charles’ arms.

Most of that was true. You did feel like you needed to live by yourself for a chance, to see what it was like to be fully independent in your adult life. You’d moved in with Charles when you were twenty two, and you were twenty five now. It was time for you to venture out on your own.

But the uncertainty of falling in love with your best friend was definitely also a contributing factor.

He made a displeased sound at your words, but tucked you under his chin nonetheless. “I don’t want you to get out of my hair. My hair likes it with you here.”

“I live fifteen minutes away, Cha. I’m not moving across the country. You and your hair can come over anytime.” You scoffed, giving him a gentle poke in the ribs. “And I’ll come over here all the time too, you know that.”

“Fine, fine. I don’t know what I am supposed to do with your empty room now, but I’ll figure it out. Maybe I will take up scrapbooking. Knitting. Needlepoint, maybe. Turn it into a craft room.”

“Maybe you can turn it into a music room. Move the keyboard in there, your piano.”

“Ah, bien entendu, my piano. How will you ever fall asleep without my sweet, sweet melodies?”

“I think I will manage just fine.” You chuckled.

Charles held you at arms’ length, dark brows furrowing as he scowled. “What I’m hearing is you don’t love me anymore.”

Oh, if only he knew.

You smiled instead, patting his cheek good-naturedly. “Come on, you drama queen. I want to move in before the sun goes down.”

Charles went full protection mode the second all your belongings had made it safely inside the apartment, intently checking every lock, window, door hinge, cabinet—not an inch of the apartment went uninspected by him. When he seemed fairly satisfied with his safety checks, he returned to where you were unpacking kitchen items over by the oven.

“Everything up to your standards?” You asked, pulling out a stack of plates wrapped in brown paper. Charles shuffled over, easing them out of your hands and unwrapping them to help put them up in the cabinet. “No one is going to break in through my window tonight?”

“Don’t even joke about that.” He grumbled, chucking the balled up paper at you gently. “Everything I checked is fine. You will be safe here.”

Food was simple when it came time for dinner—takeout on the floor of your living room, because you hadn’t had the time to go shopping for a coffee table yet. Or a dining room table. Or even chairs, really. All you had were some pillows and an overturned cardboard box to put the food on.

Charles had insisted on helping you furnish the whole place before you moved in but you’d declined, saying that you wanted to get a feel for the place before filling it with everything. The last time it would be this empty would be the day you moved out.

He seemed a little quiet the rest of the night, but you didn’t press it until after dinner, whilst he was helping you with the washing up. Well, helping was a strong word.

“You’ve been drying that plate for ages now.” You observed, tilting your head at him thoughtfully. Charles inhaled sharply, shaking his head like he’d been snapped out of a stupor. He glanced down at the completely dry plate, then back up at you blankly. “What’re you thinking about?”

“You’re really going to be gone.”

“You say that like I told you I’ve only got days to live. I won’t be gone, Cha. I’ll be around.” You chuckled, flicking dish soap bubbles in his direction. Charles responded by flinging his towel at you, cracking a smile. You liked it when he smiled, hated it when he frowned. He was still unfairly attractive, but it wasn’t Charles’ scowl that made you fall in love with him.

“We can spend the day together anytime, you can come over whenever you want, and if it makes you feel any better, I will give you your very own key.”

That seemed to put him a little more in higher spirits.

“What will you ever do without me?” He wondered out loud, feigning a thoughtful expression.

“Probably clean up a lot less. Be able to take a shower without running out of hot water halfway through. Oh! Have a bottle of shampoo last more than a month because someone—not naming names, of course, won’t use it because they’ve run out of theirs. Not have to fight for—”

“Alright, alright, I get it!” Charles huffed, grabbing you by the shoulders and promptly shoving your face into his chest to stop you from talking.

You grinned against the softness of his hoodie. “Shall I go on?”

“No, no you shouldn’t.” His hold on you loosened, but you stayed right where you were, wrapping your arms around his torso. “Just admit it. You’ll miss me.”

“I will miss you.” You said softly, pressing your cheek into the crook of his neck. If there was something Charles was unbelievably good at (besides literally anything he’d ever tried), it was giving the best hugs. Something about them made you feel safe, like nothing and nobody could ever hurt you as long as you were in his arms.

“You already know how much I’m going to miss having you around.”

“Yeah, I am pretty great.”

A laugh rumbled through his chest. “You are.”

“You’ve been the best roommate I could’ve asked for. Thank you for everything.” Your words were muffled between the two of you, and you were glad for it, because he didn’t seem to notice the waver in your tone. But he did squeeze you a little tighter, so maybe he did hear you. “I love you, Cha.”

Charles’ voice seemed to waver just a bit too. “I love you too.”

“Okay, okay, you really need to leave. Go before I change my mind and make you stay.” You blurted, pushing him away playfully. It was better than letting him see you get emotional.

“Is that a promise?”

“No, it’s a threat. Go home. I will see you soon.” You gave his hand one last squeeze, nodding reassuringly to rid him of the crease between his brows. “Don’t worry about me. Go, get some rest.”

It was only then that he seemed satisfied enough to leave, but even then, he cast another backwards glance towards you on his way down the hall, as if he was waiting for you to beckon him back. You just smiled as best you could.

You’d get over it. You had to. There was still a lot you needed to get done before you called it a night.

It wasn’t until you were getting ready to go to bed that you started to feel lonely. You and Charles had your respective bedtime routines, but they always intertwined.

You never liked being the one to turn off all the lights in the apartment because the switch was at the end of the hallway opposite from your bedrooms, so he knew to do it because you hated running back through the darkness after flipping the switch.

He always filled a glass with water for late night sipping, but never remembered to actually bring it to his room until he was already in bed, so you always grabbed it for him so he wouldn’t have to make the trek back out the kitchen.

The bathroom counter was where you’d find each other the most, terrible jokes and funny stories told muffled through toothpaste bubbles, even though you could’ve just waited until you were finished to tell each other. You’d flick water at him as you washed your face because he took up too much space at the sink, he’d turn off the tap in retaliation, things like that.

Sometimes Charles would stay up later playing video games with his friends, or take some extra time to practice piano, so you wouldn’t get to do your well oiled machine routine, but he’d always take the extra second to pop into your room to say goodnight when he heard you bustling around, even if he was in the middle of something.

The times you fell asleep on the sofa to Charles’ playing the piano, he’d camp out at the other end of the sofa for the night, or at the very least made sure you were covered with a blanket if he went to sleep in his own room.

It was something you’d grown accustomed to over the years, oftentimes the well-needed end to a not so great day. Charles never failed to put a smile on your face, even with something as small and mundane as a bedtime routine.

But there was none of that as you ran through your routine this time.

You didn’t hear him shuffling around over in the other room, the muffled sounds of his shouts as he played his games, and most of all, you didn’t hear him and his piano.

Because there was no Charles. Of course there wasn’t. You were in this new place that you hadn’t had quite nearly enough of a chance to get used to yet, alone, and it was finally settling in.

Suddenly moving out and away from him seemed like the worst decision in the world.

You knew it was only the first night. You had to give yourself a chance to reacclimate, and that would take time. So you inhaled a deep breath, trying to get as comfy as you could for a long, probably sleepless night ahead.

It was nearing four in the morning when you finally decided to give up and call Charles. Part of you thought he might not even pick up the phone, because he was probably asleep. Any sane person would be sleeping right now.

Much to your surprise, he answered on the second ring.

“Why are you awake?” You asked, maybe a bit harshly.

“Um, you are the one who called me? Why are you awake?” He replied, groggy voice still teasing. His accent always grew thicker when he was sleepy. You thought it was adorable. “You cannot sleep, can you?”

“...No.” Your voice grew smaller. You felt embarrassed at the fact that you couldn’t even make it one full night without Charles around. “I just…I wanted to hear your voice, I guess. I miss you already, Cha.”

Charles fell silent for a few moments, the only sound on his side of the line being his gentle exhales. “I miss you too. Do you want me to come over? I can stay the night, if you want.”

“No. No, you don’t need to do that.” You said softly. “Can you just talk to me?”

This was also something that had become somewhat of a ritual when either of you couldn’t sleep.

You’d tiptoe into each other’s rooms quiet as a mouse, slipping into bed beside the other. Charles always stirred when he felt the bed dip under your weight, half asleep but still reaching out to pull you against his chest like it was second nature. On the occasions when he came into your room, you’d feel him tuck himself close to you, nosing against any part of you he could find with a content sigh.

There was no rhyme or reason to the things you’d talk about in those moments, but eventually, somehow, you’d both end up asleep, usually fairly quickly. Maybe it was the extra added comfort of each other that helped, you could never tell.

It wasn’t unusual to wake up a jumble of limbs tangled together, and neither of you ever addressed it either. Just went on with your business as usual, never talking about it because it was just something you did. To help each other sleep, of course.

Another thing that really blurred the line between friends and more.

Charles hummed a noncommittal sound, soft and fond like he always was around you. “I’ll do you one better. How about I play some music for you?”

“Yes, please. Thank you.” You sighed, relieved. He knew what you needed without you even having to ask.

You heard him get up, footsteps padding along until there was a thud and some shuffling coming from Charles’ side. A few warm up scales in and you were already feeling a little less anxious, letting yourself get comfortable.

“Any requests from the audience?”

“Been working on anything new?” You yawned, nuzzling a little deeper back into your pillow.

“I have, actually. It’s still—fuck, how do you say it…a work in progress?”

“Anything you play is perfect.”

“You flatter me.” He snorted. “Alright, here goes nothing.”

He began to play. You knew jack shit about music, so there wasn’t much you could think of to describe how it sounded, but you could describe how it felt. You could almost feel the emotion pouring from his playing, even through the scratchy quality of the speaker.

It felt like something you’d hear in the background of a movie montage, lilting and delicate and warm notes swirling together to create a bright melody, and you couldn’t help but let your mind wander.

Memories of good times with Charles flashed through your head—all the long days and even longer nights you’d spent together because you thrived in each other’s company, cooking together, binging Netflix shows until you both passed out on the sofa.

Hushed laughing during dinners at fancy restaurants that Charles could get into by flashing his name, soft conversations accompanied with expensive food and even more expensive wine.

Day trips up the coast with the top down on the car, pushing the speed limit just to feel an ounce of the freedom that it could give you. Walking through Monte Carlo on late night gelato runs, switching flavors because you both enjoyed each other’s choice more than your own.

Most of all, you thought of the love you felt for Charles, ever since you’d first met him. You’d never been one to believe in the concept of soulmates, but fuck, it was so easy to think of him as yours. Never had you felt as much for someone as you did for him.

God, why were you even thinking of those things?

It would never happen. Any love that Charles had for you would be strictly platonic, limited to however much one could love their best friend.

Surely he’d drawn inspiration from something else when he’d composed the beautiful piece. You weren’t sure if you wanted to know.

Soon enough, you’d drifted off like you always did when Charles played, coincidentally right before he came to a lingering stop.

Had you been awake, you would’ve heard him say that the beautiful piece had been inspired by you. Instead you were fast asleep, still none the wiser to anything. Maybe it was a good thing. You might not have believed it if you’d heard him.

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Charles was on your doorstep first thing in the morning, coffee and pastries in hand when you opened the door for him.

“Hello, good morning, your savior is here. And with breakfast!” He chirped, coming to just enough of a halt for you to slide an arm around his shoulders in a hug and grab one of the drinks out of the tray before he swept past you.

Bright morning sunlight poured into the open area, washing the whole place aglow. A warm breeze floated in through the ajar window, rattling the shutters only slightly, and you could hear the all too familiar sounds of the city in the morning coming from the streets below. It was a gorgeous picture of peace; one of the apartment’s many fun quirks that convinced you to go for it in the first place.

The only thing that might’ve rivaled the beauty of the moment was Charles standing at the window, leaning against the sill drinking his coffee while the breeze ruffled his hair. His back was to you as he checked out the view, but even the mere image of him here was nice.

You sipped your own coffee, smiling to yourself when you realized Charles remembered exactly how you took it. You didn’t even need to look inside the bag to know they were your favorite pastries from the bakery down the street from your former apartment that both you and Charles loved. He was always thoughtful like that. Things like remembering your favorite foods and drinks, and going out of his way to get them as a little pick-me-up.

It seemed wrong to ruin the moment, but you felt like you had to say something.

“I’m sorry for waking you up last night.” You sighed, taking a cross-legged seat on a pillow.

Charles turned away from the window, shaking his head quickly. He took a seat on the floor next to you, long legs stretching out towards your crossed ones to nudge a sneaker against your socked foot. “There’s nothing to be sorry about, I’m glad you called me.”

“Right, but it’s kind of pathetic, isn’t it? First time on my own and I didn’t even last a whole night.”

“Not pathetic.” He insisted, entirely firm in his words. He set his cup down as if it could strengthen his point. “It is a change, definitely. You can’t expect yourself to get used to such a big change immediately. It takes time, you know.”

You messed with the lid of your cup, picking at the plastic with a scowl. “I know. But I can’t always come running to you whenever I need help. It’s not fair to you to have to keep rescuing me every time I need saving.”

“Okay…” He trailed off, stretching out the last syllable in confusion. “I feel this is about something more than just last night. We can talk about it, if you would like?”

“I don’t know what it is.” You huffed. “I thought I was ready to be on my own, but maybe I’m not. Maybe I don’t know I’m doing and I’ll never figure it out, and—”

“Whoa, whoa, slow down. Where is this all coming from?”

“I don’t know,” You repeated, bordering on a whine. “But what I do know is that I can’t always keep relying on you for everything. It’s not good for me, or for you.”

“You know, you could always just move back home if you’re truly not ready to do things on your own.” Charles offered, taking a casual sip of his own drink.

Home. He said it so casually, like home was with him instead of this new place you’d chosen to make yours. In a way, Charles was your home. Safety, comfort, love—all the things that made something home, you felt with him.

That was the problem. You didn’t feel right relying on him for all those things, not without him being aware of how you actually felt about him. It seemed like too much of a burden to put on a friend, even one as perfect as Charles.

His eyes met yours over the rim and he shrugged. “I still don’t know why you were so insistent on moving out in the first place.”

You sighed, again. There weren’t many ways you could make yourself any clearer. Other than telling Charles one of the real reasons why you had to leave, which again, was more of a last resort (hopefully not at all) type of thing. “It was time—”

“It was time for you to venture out on your own, yes, I know. But it doesn’t seem to be working out so well right now, does it not?” The last sentence seemed to slip out of Charles’ mouth before he knew what he was saying, because his mouth snapped shut right afterward. “I’m—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. I don’t want to argue.”

But what had been done was done, what had been said was out there for you to know. Your coffee suddenly left a bitter taste in your mouth, and the traffic from outside became glaringly loud. The once peaceful atmosphere had been shattered now that you knew Charles’ true thoughts on it all.

You stood up, letting your feet take you across the room from him. “No. Tell me more, Charles. Tell me how you really feel.”

His nose wrinkled at the use of his full name. You never called him Charles unless you were upset with him, which wasn’t that often. Even hearing it come out of your own mouth seemed foreign.

That seemed to change his reaction, because he stood too instead, doubling down on his words. “Okay. Yes, that is how I feel about you leaving. You barely even talked to me about it, and the next thing I knew, you were packing all your things into boxes! I didn’t understand where this—this sudden desire to leave came from. I still don’t.”

“You don’t have to understand it. It’s already done.”

“Did I—did I do something wrong?”

You almost faltered. Almost.

“Did you ever think maybe me wanting to leave had nothing to do with you?”

“Honestly? No. It feels like it has everything to do with me. It feels like you moved out because you didn’t want to be around me anymore!” Charles exclaimed. “And I have kept my mouth shut, I’ve been trying to be supportive of your decision, but I think I have a right to know. Am I why you wanted to leave so badly?”

“That’s…part of it.” You admitted. Charles froze, brows flying up towards his hairline. “But not because of anything you did. Not because of the reason you’re thinking of.”

“I don’t really see any other explanation. And I am sorry, but that is a shit excuse. I would’ve thought that you of all people would tell me the truth.” He didn’t sound angry, just disappointed and a little hurt. Somehow that felt worse. You’d rather him be mad at you than hurt by you.

“I didn’t want to move out.” You said firmly.

“Then why did you?”

“I had to! I—I couldn’t live there anymore.”

“But why?” He sounded desperate, begging for you to clue him in to any reason, anything at all that would help him understand. And god, as scared as you were of changing things by telling Charles how you really felt about him, you were infinitely more scared of losing him for good if you didn’t.

“Because I’m fucking in love with you, Charles!” You blurted, finally. “I couldn’t live with you any longer, keeping this huge secret all the time, because it truly made me feel like I was about to explode. I just couldn’t do it anymore—pretend like everything was alright when every time I looked at you, all I could think about was how I felt about you! How much I felt for you.” Your voice rose with every word, emotion lacing your tone.

You could feel the tears burning your eyes, threatening to fall no matter how much you willed them not to. “I just thought, maybe if we lived apart, if we didn’t see each other all the time, maybe those feelings would go away.”

Charles blinked at you slowly. He scrubbed a hand over his cheek, across his mouth, letting it disappear into the neckline of his hoodie as he continued the motion near his jaw. Still, he said nothing. You weren’t sure if it was a good sign or a bad one, but still you continued.

“So no, it wasn’t because of anything you did. Or maybe it was, for making it so fucking easy to fall in love with you. I don’t know. I’m sorry if I made you feel like you couldn’t say anything to me, but I’m not sorry for making the decision on my own. It was for the best.”

There it was, out there in the open at last. It felt like a proverbial weight lifted off your shoulders, but at the same time like a thousand rocks sinking to the bottom of your stomach, because he wasn’t saying anything. Maybe this was it. Maybe this was how you’d fuck up the best friendship you’d ever had.

Charles was silent for the longest time before he replied, and when he did, his voice was quieter than you’d ever heard it before. It felt unnerving. “You could’ve just told me.”

“Told you?” You had to fight the urge to let out a bitter, watery laugh. “Telling your best friend you’ve fallen in love with him isn’t just something you mention at the bathroom sink one night.”

“It is, if he feels the same way about you.”

A coldness crept down your neck, shooting through your veins like you’d just had a bucket of ice cold water dumped over your head.

“No you’re not—you don't...you can't.” You whispered, disbelieving.

Charles’ brows furrowed in confusion. “What, do you want me to prove it?”

You couldn’t give him an answer even if you wanted to. You weren’t sure if you could trust yourself to say a damn word, just in case this was all a dream and you'd wake up any second, still alone, still without him there.

He must’ve taken your silence as a yes to his question, because he crossed the room in three strides, took your face in firm hands, and he kissed you.

Despite your utter shock, you managed to kiss him back clumsily, fingers curling into his hoodie tightly. Charles kissed you like he was afraid to let you go, like you’d slip through his fingers if he wasn’t careful enough.

A guiding hand curled around the back of your neck, angling your head so he could deepen the kiss, but only for a few seconds before he broke away, panting. His forehead stayed pressed against yours, soulful green eyes boring into your own in total seriousness.

“Do you believe me now?”

“Maybe.” You breathed, letting your nose bump against his gently. This was not a dream. Charles was real and here and one hell of a kisser (just as you suspected).

“I am in love with you.” He murmured, stroking his thumb over your cheek fondly. “I have been for a long time. And I never thought you would feel the same way.”

“I love you, Cha.” You were suddenly brought back to last night, when you’d uttered the same words to him. Only this time, they had a whole different meaning to them.

This time, you knew Charles loved you in the same way you loved him.

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frostbitebakery · 3 months

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Loud.

Part one two three four

“Yes.”

Cody crosses his arms, one of the cameras in his visor rotating as if in a huff. He’s standing casually but securely. Casual enough that he’s probably ready to sprint, dodge, roll, jump, dive at a microscopic moment’s notice.

“I apologize,” Obi-Wan signs, perhaps widening his eyes into an innocent expression very slightly. “I did not mean to offend.”

“You didn’t offend me,” Cody says, his lovely voice distorted with the vocoder. “You asked if all the antennas were truly necessary. I replied.”

Replied with a long, static silence followed by a single word.

Obi-Wan struggles not to smile. He inclines his head. “Very well.”

“Each of them serves a purpose.”

Obi-Wan nods sagely.

“Having one signal receptor isolated from the main system makes it possible my suit can scan for hostile or foreign frequencies without the threat of corruption a pointed hack through this antenna could provide.”

Possibly the longest sentence Cody has ever spoken in Obi-Wan’s presence.

Obi-Wan slowly swallows the nutrition gruel the mess has provided for him. The artificial trachea and esophagus need replacing soon, he can feel it.

“Also,” Cody continues, drinking his soup and eating the accompanying sandwich.

Obi-Wan attentively listens to explanations going in depth how Cody theorized a web of communication arrays and double-back-up frequencies, and the best slicers and techs across the clones made it a reality. “Better than I could have ever imagined,” he adds, pride making his eyes shine and soft. “The parameters they took into consideration…”

Cody’s voice washes over Obi-Wan like a gentle tide, carrying him to the shore, the ebb and flow.

“It’s crucial I remain in contact with my troops even in a planet-wide attack or defense operation.”

Obi-Wan nods to that, head pillowed on Cody’s chest.

“Sleep,” he taps but he’s asleep before he can make it to the last tap.

“The strongest short-range comm in the whole GAR. Every Commander has one of these now.”

It’s a little robust antenna, hidden in a pauldron compartment.

“It has saved our lives a tremendous amount of times,” Mace nods, letting the steam of the tea wash over his face in visible bliss.

Now that Mace is obviously in on reprimanding Obi-Wan and his innocent if amusement-fueled question, Obi-Wan possibly has to apologize again.

“It’s less about signals but a bundling of wireless energy to support the tech in a worst case scenario,” Cody explains.

Obi-Wan’s legs dangle in the air, Cody’s hands - secure gentle Force-loving inescapable - holding him up against the wall.

Obi-Wan nods with a weak smile behind the mask and swallows.

The helmet tips down. Up. “You like that.”

It’s Obi-Wan’s turn to be miffed. Cody sounds too disbelieving. “I like being held,” he signs with a shrug and raised brows.

He slings his legs around Cody’s waist and hauls him and, subsequently, the massive clone armor close. Kit and his rigorous pilates only deserve the highest of praise.

“I can hold you for hours,” Cody says over his blush giving his cheeks a rosy hue. It’s too earnest to be a flirt, too drenched in a careful offering.

“I can hold you for hours,” Cody gasps, their sweat mingling. “But I know to let you go.”

“Let go,” Obi-Wan signs, struggles against the grip, struggles to catch his breath even with the mask. He circles his flat hand over his chest again. Countless times, not that it has made a difference. “Please.”

The fight has weakened him. Sparring with Cody has let him glimpse what lies behind the softened blows, the possibilities of destruction of Cody not holding back. It’s worse than he could have ever imagined.

“Please.”

“Good soldiers follow orders,” the vocoder grates out, the blank wide eye dripping blood staring at him from the destroyed visor claws a shiver down Obi-Wan’s back.

Cody rips off his mask.

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voxlvrr · 4 months

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˚₊‧꒰ა Adam with a work!alcoholic reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

`` ~ ୨ A/n : thank you all for 100 followers ! <333 also this is genuinely just pure fluff, may be a bit ooc ! ୧ ♡ ·

ꕥ ; Adam HATES your bad working habit, you’ll stay cooped up in your room for literal hours and days! you never take your eyes off the papers on your desk. the only time you actually come out just get coffee. Adam will use every excuse he can in the book so you’ll actually stop overworking yourself and come to bed with him or just eat something. but usually he’ll barge in with food he bought and set it on your desk, and use the time to spend time with you for awhile. but once he genuinely gets fed up with it he’ll just go behind your desk and snatch you up from your chair while obviously ignoring your protests. he’ll honestly straight up tell you that you need to stop your bad habits and that it’s actually starting to “piss him off” but later he’ll mumble that he actually cares about you just wants you stop. and once you promise that you’ll stop he’ll end up dragging you to bed with him cause he knows how many nights and mornings you’ve stayed up. but before you do that he’ll let you take care of yourself, like taking a shower, getting a change your clothes and brushing your hair. once that’s all taken care of he’ll literally never let you leave the bed all night, he genuinely couldn’t sleep at night when you weren’t with him. Often also leaving him restless like you. hell! even lute noticed how he isn’t like his usual self cause Adam genuinely missed your presence and he’s so glad that you’re finally back in his arms <3

ꕥ ; also Adam will try to make sera not give you so much work, which she’ll probably agree too. and once she does, he’ll probably start trying to convince you to take a break for once in awhile, or he’ll just take you out for awhile knowing that you’re stressed about all the work you’ve been given for the last couple of weeks. he’ll get you whatever you want! food?, already bought!,you want new outfits? He’ll buy it for you! literally whatever you want, just don’t stress about work <3

A little one shot under the cut here :)

ꕥ ; it was maybe 3:00 am or 4:00am..? damn it you lost track of time already. you’ve been overworking yourself even more lately since sera decided to move down the stupid extermination day. and now while that’s happening you have to approve some other rules for heaven and other shit that you genuinely don’t care about, as you looked at the window from your pitch black office only some moonlight shining in you could see some early risers up and about in the city. but mostly it’s peaceful and quiet which youre glad about. as you turn your head away from the window.

you then see Adam right in front of you, which scares the LIVING. shit out of you which you almost screamed but you were very. tired to scream you noticed that Adams mask was sitting right on your desk which was piled in reports and other things you forgot about hours ago, Adam then spoke “can’t you just hold off the work for the night? It’s literally fucking almost 4:00am, cmon! just come to bed alreadyyy!” You sighed profusely before you spoke in a low tired voice “listen - Adam. you know how i have to finish these reports and documents so I can bring them all to sera tomorrow, I can’t come to bed with you yet.” you responded before looking down at the papers before you and when you tried to reach the pen across the desk - Adam then snatched it and threw it somewhere across the room and before you could protest - Adam then gently took your wrist bringing you around from the table and towards his chest and then wrapped his soft wings around your figure. which made you even more tired than before. you then started drifting off until you fully fell asleep in his arms..

`` ~ ୨ this is was probably the longest fanfic I’ve made ! ^^ hope you all enjoyed

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its-time-to-write · 1 year

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three times ‘cause i’ve waited my whole life

I am apparently incapable of writing anything short. This has no plot. I think the only warnings are like swearing and innuendo. It is literally just Jamie and the reader being in love. I cannot stress enough how little plot this has. Enjoy.

three times ‘cause I’ve waited my whole life It’s one of Richmond’s biggest games. They’re facing Man City on their turf, an away game, and it’s a big deal.

It’s not important in that it really matters to their status in the premier league, but important because it’s Man City. Jamie has thrown himself completely into training, so you rarely see him except to eat dinner and then fall asleep, his arms around your waist as you watch tv, fingers combing through his hair. He’s awake before you are, but as soon as you hear him switch on the bathroom light, you make your way downstairs to make him breakfast. The team nutritionist had a strict diet for him, one modified by Roy to account for all the extra training. You rub sleep from your eyes as you brew a pot of tea, waiting for Jamie to come downstairs.

Arms snake around you as you wait at the stove for the tea.“You don’t have to do this,” Jamie says, kissing your neck. You smile and reach back to him.

“I know,” you reply, “It’s just the only time I really get to see you.”

Jamie pulls away and turns you around. You see that he’s frowning.

“I haven’t been a good boyfriend recently, have I?” he asks.

You smile, lacing your arms around his neck. “Jamie. This is just a part of life. You have a big game, you disappear for a while, I miss you and I adjust. You finish, win or lose, and we’re back. I knew what I was signing up for.”

He puts his hands on your wrists. “Yeah, but, like, we’re supposed to be talking to each other and shit. And I’m so tired all the time that I can’t think of anything to say. I also’ve been a shit listener. Can’t even remember what we talked about yesterday.”

You sigh, move his hands back to your waist, and then reach up to smooth the furrow in his brow.

“Remember when I had all that extra work last month and ended up working 60 hours a week because of everything that had to be done? I was up late every night, and all you did was bring me food and kiss me, then you left me alone. I think the longest we were together was when you let me sit with my legs on your lap for two hours. I didn’t hear you complaining.”

“Yeah but-”

You cut him off: “Jamie. It’s just life right now. It’s not forever. It’s ok.”

He looks like he has more to say, but is interrupted by the kettle whistling. You give him a quick kiss and then point to his breakfast on the counter. You sit on the kitchen island while he eats, with your head on his shoulder until Roy comes.

—

Here’s the thing; no one knows you and Jamie are together. Sure, Roy knows. But Jamie loves Roy. Keeley knows. But Jamie said you’d love Keeley. (You did). Ted and Beard know, but only because they saw you two walking around the Richmond green late, late at night. (What they were doing on the Richmond green that late is beyond you, but hey). It wasn’t long after that that Jamie put a picture of you two up in his locker, so then all of AFC Richmond knew. But you weren’t public public. You had yet to show up in a tabloid or be seen with Jamie at a game or public event. You went to his games, absolutely, but you stayed in the stands, not the box.

He always got you a spot as close to the field as possible, but you would always meet up with Keeley and Rebecca after games to rendezvous somewhere else later.

You don’t mind. It doesn’t feel like Jamie is ashamed of you, especially because the people he cares about know. But you also know that you can handle it, and if he wants to go public and kiss you in the stands after a win, you would be ok with that. (You might be more than ok with that).

But as it is, no one knows about you. He knows where you stand on it, so the ball’s in his court. It’s been a year of this, but you just wonder how long it’s going to last.

—

Finally, finally it’s the week of the game. You had been staying in Manchester with Jamie’s mum, which was absolutely terrifying at first. It was not your first time meeting her, just your first time staying with her without Jamie present. You left a day before the team, so when they arrived Jamie sneaked away to come visit. You are sitting in comfortable silence on his mum’s porch looking up at the night sky, when he turns to you and says, “do you love me?”

You’re taken a little aback. “What kind of question is that?” you say. “Of course I love you.”

Jamie’s forehead is all scrunched up again, like it was that early morning. “What if I fucked my leg so badly I could never play football again?”

You laugh. “Not sure if you’ve noticed babe, but I’m not really a big football person. I’m more of a you person, so I guess there’s some overlap.”

Jamie is still weirdly nervous. “What if I play football till I’m forty, and you barely see me like it’s been? What if I’m always on the road and always training and all we get are dinners and shitty 3am breakfasts?”

He’s removed his arm from your shoulders at this point and you shiver, puffing out a breath into the cold air. He notices without saying a word and drapes his jacket around you.

“Jamie,” you reply slowly, trying to formulate your thoughts, “where is this all coming from? You know I love you. We’ve been together for a year, and this has never been an issue before.” As you’re speaking, you’re seized by a sudden, terrible thought: “Are you breaking up with me?”

The words tumble out so fast, you’re not sure he hears you until he’s looking at you, aghast.

“No, are you breaking up with me?”

“No!” you reply. “But you’re acting all weird, and we’ve been together for an entire year and that’s the longest you’ve dated anyone and I just thought that maybe this was your way of letting me know gently that you’re over me.”

Your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest.

Jamie breathes out a sigh of relief. “Oh. No. I’m not ending things. I want to be with you forever. I just get all freaked out in me head before games like this, and it’s been fuckin weird coming home, and I just want to win, you know, so that way all this time away is worth it.” He pulls you close to him again and you can feel his heartbeat slowing down to a normal pace, in sync with your own.

You sit there till his mum comes out to remind him that it’s time to go get some rest, and it’s not until you’re half asleep in Jamie’s childhood bed that your mind replays his words:

I want to be with you forever.

—

It’s game day. You send Jamie a quick love you! text and then slip into your Jamie Tartt jersey. It’s from one of his old kits so it’s a little worn, but you always put it into his laundry pile so it comes out of the wash smelling like him. It’s not something anyone would notice, but you know, and it makes you smile. You get to be in the stands and know that Jamie Tartt loves you and you love him, and at the end of the day he’s the one you get to hold. You give yourself a shake, and open your phone to figure out where you’re meeting Keeley.

—

“And Richmond wins, 3-2 with a smashing goal by number 9 himself, Jamie Tartt!”

You’re screaming and jumping in the stands, overwhelmed by the fact that we won, we won, we won! The Richmond team are piling onto each other, Dani on Isaac’s back, Sam and Jan Maas jumping up and down like kids. You lose sight of Jamie in the mix.

“Well Arlo, it looks like Richmond has once again, exceeded all of our low expectations.”

“That’s right Chris, all thanks to Jamie Tartt’s brilliant goal. Looks like he’s having a good time celebrating with the Richmond lads. Wonder what they’ll get up to tonight? But what’s this? It looks like Tartt has broken away from his teammates and is running to the stands! He’s stopped in front of a fan and it looks like he is kissing a very lucky Richmond fan full on the mouth!”

“Have you ever been so caught up in a moment that you’ve made out with a stranger, Arlo?”

“Can’t say that I have, Chris. Can’t say that I have.”

It all happens so fast, that you don’t even know how to process it. One moment you can’t find Jamie and the next he is leaping over the stands, catching you in his arms, and kissing you in front of the whole stadium as if no one else is around. When you finally pull away, breathless, he takes your hand and helps you hop over the wall onto the pitch. Not usually allowed, but you suppose they’ll let it slide for football’s golden boy. AFC Richmond has caught up to Jamie, and you’re all on the field, screaming your heads off out of the sheer joy of winning.

—

“You’re coming tonight, yeah?” Isaac asks you as you wait for Jamie by the team bus. It’s the day after the Man City game, and you’re back in Richmond with a plan to hit the town yet again, as though the night before wasn’t enough for them. (You actually wouldn’t know, because you were in a very nice hotel room with a certain striker).

“Yeah, you know the only reason we invited him anywhere is in the hopes that you’ll finally be able come along,” Colin adds.

Any story of Richmond’s win had a somewhat fuzzy picture attached of Jamie kissing you in the stands with some variation of the title “Tartt’s mystery girl.”

You laugh. “Yes, we’ll be there. It’ll be nice to actually be out and about with you guys. Family dinners are fun, but there’s more to life.”

Once you found out that Jamie’s whole team knew you existed, you made him invite them over for dinner once a month. It’s one of your favorite things, especially because they all bring food to share. When it’s warm you do pool parties and when it’s cold you play bracket uno. It was nice to meet Jamie’s family, whether he’ll admit that’s what they are or not.

“You ready, babe?” Jamie asks as he slings his arm around you.

“BYE TED!” you yell. “Ok. Now I’m ready.”

—

Sam closed his restaurant special for you all, and turned it into like a private club. You say like because it is, at its core, a restaurant. However, under Isaac’s supervision and creative design, he apparently has transformed Ola’s through rearranged furniture, dimmed lighting, and music into a place where AFC Richmond can celebrate their win without feeling crowded by strangers. You’re secretly grateful, because clubs are not really your scene. You’ll get all dressed up, sure, but you never know what to do with yourself once you’re there.

Speaking of getting dressed up, you were feeling yourself. You had a light blue mini dress, with an asymmetrical neckline and a single puffed sleeve. It was more a-line than bodycon, but hey. You like a little bit of a twirl when you spin. Your absolute favorite part though was that you were wearing two-inch silver block heels, with straps around your ankles. The dress plus the shoes made your legs look magical.

You and Jamie are in the bathroom getting ready, you fixing your makeup and him fixing his hair. He half-turns to you and points to his hair with a questioning look. “Lookin’ good,” you smile, and he smiles back.

“Oh, babe,” he says, tweaking his hair one final time, “I left my sunglasses back at the locker room, and I was wonderin’ if you’d be ok getting them with me before we head to the party? I just don’t want Bumbercatch stealing them.”

“Why would Bumbercatch steal them?” you ask.

Jamie shrugs. “Something about ‘no name, fair game.’ That’s how Jan Maas lost his favorite socks.”

You shudder. Why Bumbercatch would want Jan Maas’ dirty old socks, you have no idea. They must be really amazing.

You reply, “Yeah sure, I hate being too early to things anyway,” as Jamie absentmindedly kisses you on the forehead with a “thanks babe,” as he heads downstairs.

—

You don’t live far from the Richmond pitch, so you’re walking across the dark parking lot in no time.

“Thanks for coming with me,” Jamie says.

He’s swinging your hands as you walk. He looks nice, the sleeves of his cream shirt rolled up. Nice pants, nice shoes. Nice ass.

“Yeah, of course,” you say, momentarily distracted by the fact that this man is going to get laid tonight.

“No, I mean you’re always down for what-fuckin-ever, and you just let things bounce off you. And you like me, for my personality for some fucking reason? And I think about you all the time, when I’m gone or when, like, I have early training with Roy. And you make laugh because you stopped being afraid to be yourself around me. I just like you. And I meant what I said the other day, I do want to be with you forever. Not to freak you out or whatever.”

He’s stopped right at the doors and he looks so uncomfortable and earnest in a way that you’ve never seen before.

“I’m not freaked out, Jaim,” you say. “I love you, and you know I’m in it to win it with you. Now, let’s get those sunglasses and for the love of god, please don’t act this weird tonight.”

This elicits a chuckle, and he nods in concession. “Alright. Let’s go.”

The halls are dark and quiet as you walk to the Richmond locker room. It smells clean, for once. Like lavender. There’s a faint glow coming from the doors and Jamie pushes open the doors to the most magical thing you have ever seen.

There are candles on the benches and twinkle lights strung across the lockers. There’s a bouquet of flowers in the middle of the room and as you turn to Jamie, awestuck look on your face, you see him kneeling behind you, small black box in hand.

“Jamie,” you say.

“Yes, love,” he replies.

“What are you doing.” It’s a statement, not a question, and it comes out more wobbly than you’d care to admit.

He cracks a smile. “Eh, I hope it’s pretty obvious what I’m doing.”

You can feel a fucking tear forming in your eye and you will it to go away. You refuse to have streaky foundation.

“Love of my life,” Jamie begins.

“Yes,” you say.

“Oi, you’ve gotta let me finish.”

“Right, sorry, as you were.” You think your face is going to split in half with the size of your smile.

He takes a breath then continues, “there’s no one else I’d rather have shitty 3am breakfasts with, no one else I’d rather beat at MarioKart, and no one else I’d rather do life with. Will you m-”

He’s cut of by you kissing him like you have never kissed him before. After a moment, he pulls away and asks, “Is that a yes?”

You can’t help it, the furrow in his brow gets you every time so you laugh and reply, “Of course it’s a yes, you dummy!”

Jamie smiles and then yells, “Lads, she said yes!” and the blinds go up from the coaches office as the entire AFC Richmond team storms into the locker room. Dani and Richard are spraying champagne in the air as people hug you and slap Jamie on the back.

You find his hand amid the chaos and squeeze it.

“Can’t believe I were so nervous about this,” he says into your ear.

“Can’t believe you think you beat me at MarioKart,” you respond.

“Oi, we are not getting into this again-”

“There’s only one way to settle this.”

Jamie looks at you, then to all your friends celebrating, then back to you. “Think they’ll even notice we’re gone?”

You shake my head. “Nah,” you say, “let’s get out of here.”

Jamie smiles at me as you slip through six different lynx scents out the door. “You’re going down, Mrs. Tartt.”

“Only one of us is going down tonight, Mr. Tartt, and I can assure you it is not me!”

“You can say that again.” Jamie sticks out his tongue and wiggles his eyebrows at you, and your laughter echoes up into the night sky.

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starrdevereauxx · 2 months

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I said last time would be the last time.

Brandon broke up with me 6 months ago. I’ve been a wreck for weeks on end. I promised myself to get over it, but it’s been such a hard thing to process. We would always fight, make up, make love and act like nothing ever happened. He was gone this time. This was the longest we ever been apart.

I try to find things to do to pass the time, but nothing ever seems to take my mind off him. I still smell him, breathe him, and feel him through my body. Our mutual friends always give messages about him, but I’ve been ignoring them lately. My heart can’t take listening to his name, let alone hearing of any accomplishments.

I need to run my errands today, but like everyday I become sad running them alone. We did everything together, after 6 years I can’t believe that we don’t do this anymore.

Heading to the grocery store I become sad with my list of groceries for one instead of two. I hop in my car and turn on “our” playlist. Hoping I can borrow a feeling from any song that plays. Another slow song begins to play and I’m seeing myself in the mirror. Envisioning him touching me, wishing my hands were his. Rubbing the side of my face, choking me ever so lightly. I literally just felt my pussy drip at this light.

“Get it together Dev” I say trying to convince myself that I’m over him. Knowing damn well I’m not. I can feel him inside my pussy when I think about him. The feeling intensifies with every breath I take.

I gather myself to go inside of the store, with my lonely list of single items. Looking at the list I just remember every single meal I ever made for him. Pouring my heart into each meal, now I can only make food for myself. I sob gathering myself for this lonely trip.

I walk through the store, gathering each item reluctantly. Wishing we were laughing together, talking about what we gonna pretend to watch on Netflix when we got back home. Saying pretend because it we wouldn’t make it pass the opening credits without his chocolate snicker veined dick engorged in my throat. He would be gagging me before we knew the name of the movie.

After looking at my cart, I figured I deserved a treat. I tried to maintain a healthy cart since I’m single, I need to stay in shape. The most physical activity I get is the gym these days, so I had to maintain some resemblance of care in my food intake. But with all the crying that I’ve been doing, today I deserve a treat. I decided to head back to the ice cream isle and help myself to something to lift my spirits.

As I walk to the back of the store with my headphones on, I’m letting Chris Brown sing me to a happy place. I almost begin to get a spring in my step as he’s talking about fucking someone back to sleep.

I make it to the ice cream section and I immediately look for Ben & Jerry’s tasty ass. I see it, straight ahead “Chunky Monkey”. I move my cart out of the way to reach for it. As I get ready to reach for the pint, I feel some thing grab me, startled I think I’m in trouble for climbing inside the refrigerator. Moving my headphones so I can hear, a deep, smoldering voice says

“that’s still your favorite ice cream I see, even though I also remember that your monkey was the only chunky I ever wanted”.

I’m fucking stuck. There’s only one voice I know that sounds like that, and my pussy dripping is letting me know exactly who it is.

“Brandon, oh wow. It’s crazy seeing you here. How are you?” I gulp nervously.

“You look good Dev, time has been good to you. But then again when has it not?” Brandon says as he looks at me like he’s about to take my throat from me right here in this store.

As I prepare to answer him, someone loudly over talks me.

“Babe, BABE.. do you want movie popcorn or kettle corn?” I turn to see a bubbly perky breasted young lady yelling to her significant other about popcorn. I turned back around to see if I see him, just for my heart to sink as I realize that there’s nobody here but me and Brandon here. She’s talking to him. Oh my God, he has a girlfriend.

“I’m so sorry ma’am, I was just trying to get a hold of my fiancé, I didn’t mean to bump you, my apologies” she smiles.

“Kettle Corn baby, thank you” he replies.

She skips off to honor his request. I stand there putting my broken heart back in my chest, not making it obvious that I’m literally breaking apart inside. FIANCÉ!?!? What in the fuck is this? After 6 years together, he never asked me to marry him. I’m even more convinced that it was never going to be me.

“Well congratulations to you and your fiancé, you deserve happiness. Be well Brandon.” I say tearfully as I run off, forgetting my ice cream. At this point I just want to disappear.

I get to the register, pay for my items and hurry to my car.

It was a long walk to my car. I always parked far from stores because I loved to get my steps in. Every step counts to me. So I had enough time to cry myself to the car and be over it by the time I started my car.

I open my trunk and back seat to place my purse down as I organize my groceries in the back, just incase if I needed room for a surprise bullseye store trip. I think after that encounter, I deserve some retail therapy now.

As I near the finish of my organization, I feel someone tap me from behind and say “I thought we discussed you parking way the hell back here. Nobody can see you back here.” Brandon says with what looks like chunky monkey ice cream in his hands.

“What the fuck are you doing back here? Where’s your fiancé? Why are you here? I-“ he stops me mid sentence, placing the ice cream in my hand.

“I’m sorry, I should have told you about Keisha. You didn’t deserve to find out like this” he says looking at me sincerely.

“You don’t owe me anything, we are over. It’s your life. We have both clearly moved on.” I say proudly, pretending that I don’t feel like bending over right now and letting him turn me into a Twinkie.

He stares at me in my eyes with a look I haven’t seen in so long, but I remember well. I break contact and go back to packing my car so I can leave this awkward encounter.

He grabs my arm forcefully, making me drop my car keys in the backseat. Turning me towards him, forcing me to look at him. I begin to tear away in anger because I’m loosing control to my body.

“Get the fuck off me Brandon, what in the hell is your problem. Let me the fuck go.”

I try to break free from his grip. I feel his dick literally growing with anticipation the more I fight.

He stops me and looks me in my eyes. He’s subdued me with his piercing glare. He presses up against me, placing his hands on my body. One softly but firmly on my neck and the other on my left breast, lightly massaging it and grazing the nipple ever so softly. My breathing becomes shallow and scattered. What is he doing? Why is he doing this? Isn’t his fiancé near by or in the car wondering where he is. I’m sure she’s looking for him. In this moment, I don’t think either one of us cares. My pussy is wet and gushing between my panties that I know is drenched at this point.

“I know you feel what I feel for you. I haven’t had a day go by that I haven’t thought about you Dev. We broke up, but never really let go. If you tell me to let you go right now, I’ll stop and walk away forever. You want me to stop?” He says while looking me in my dough eyes. I have no voice to even reply. My red lips are pursed and parted from the small breaths I continue to take. I shake my head no while staring him completely in his eyes.

He leans onto me, kissing me softly, hand still wrapped around my neck. He kisses my lips softly and becomes more aggressive every time he touches his lips to mine. He parts my lips to slide his tongue inside my mouth, I close my mouth to proceed to suck his tongue. Feeling now that his dick is rock hard.

“Show me that you still love me” he says as I’m already unbuckling his jeans. I drop to my knees and open my mouth. Giving him my entire throat to use as he pleases. Forcing my head on and off his dick, using my mouth as his personal pocket pussy. Grabbing both sides of my face, moaning loudly in this parking structure like we are outside alone. He literally has no fear of being caught in this moment. Brandon’s dick is so deep down my throat that he’s breathing for the both of us.

I feel his precum slip pass my lips. He stops. He pulls me off my knees and stands me up, just to pull down my leggings, revealing my cummed in panties. He begins to take his dick to rub my clit while I stand there defenseless.

Brandon forcefully turns me around, placing me in position. I automatically arch the posture of my back, taking my hands to spread my giant ass to show my wet dripping pussy that’s salivating for his erection to be inside me.

“Such a good girl, still obedient like I remember. Tell me what you want” he orders me.

“Fuck me hard please. Take my pussy from me” I say patiently waiting for him to beat my pussy like an Undertaker versus Mankind cage match.

He forces his dick inside my tight wet pussy, moaning hard as he enters. I grip him hard with my pussy as he’s thrusting aggressively in and out of me.

He’s pulsating inside of me as he’s moving. I’m feeling every inch of him as he’s continuing to grow inside of me. Just moving back and forth, harder and harder. I’m moaning so loud and hard, tears in my eyes from how good it feels to have his dick inside me. Holding my breasts as he’s making me take his dick roughly outside where everyone can see.

“Oh my God Dev, you’re gonna make me cum. I’m about to cum. Do you want it in your favorite place?” He says as I scream out “Yes” in reply.

I fall to my knees like a sinner who needs prayer, open my mouth to the heavens and wait for him to bless me. He releases an outpouring of his creaminess all over my face and mouth, as I devour every drop that hits my throat.

He moans as he shakes out every drop til he’s empty. I swallow the rest of him and what’s left of my pride as he kisses me in completion. My pants still around my ankles, he grips my ass holding me in place as he continues to kiss me softly.

I buckle his pants as he helps me with mine. I brush my hand across his face and we embrace each other knowing that he has to go.

“Goodbye Brandon.” I kiss him on the cheek. He walks away silently. Staring back a few times before he’s out of my view.

I said last time would be the last time.

Happy Monday 💋

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vbecker10 · 1 month

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You Are My Home

Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)

Summary: Loki leaves you for a month to visit Asgard with Thor and you are more then excited to welcome him home.

A/N: This is not what I'm supposed to be working on right now but I listened to the song linked below on the way home and the damn thing just wrote itself... enjoy 💚

In the two and a half years you and Loki have been together, this is by far the longest you have ever been apart. Loki would often spend a few days or even a week away on missions but today is day thirty without him. He and Thor returned to Asgard to take care of a political matter and you were both devastated to find out you would not be able to go with him. You had cried yourself to sleep in his arms the night before he left and you haven't slept a full night since.

You spent the whole day anxiously awaiting this moment, he is finally going to arrive any minute. Looking at yourself in the window, you check your makeup and hair for the hundredth time, wanting to look perfect for him. You smooth out the fabric on your favorite dress and smile, Loki bought it for you to wear for your first anniversary. It is a deep emerald green and fits your body as if it was made for you.

The wind picks up suddenly and your heart beats faster, you know instantly the Bifrost is opening. You turn away from the building and walk across the grass to wait closer to the open area where they will arrive. You can barely contain your excitement as the air around you buzzes. Lightning and streaks of bright colored lights pierce the thick clouds and burn into the dried grass behind the Avengers Compound.

You force yourself to stay where you are until the wind ties down and the lights fade. You see two tall figures standing in the center of a charred spiral.

"Loki!" your legs immediately carry you towards him.

"Y/N!" he answers, his voice full of joy as he quickly moves to meet you. He pulls you into a tight hug, lifting you easily off the ground as he spins, making you giggle. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his desperately, as if you are trying to make up for all of the kisses you two have missed out on in the last month.

"Gods, how I've missed you," he says when you break the kiss, he puts you down and keeps his arms around you.

"I missed you every second you were gone," you tell him honestly. "Promise me if you ever go home again, you'll take me with you."

He raises one hand to stroke your cheek lightly, "Asgard is many things, my dear, but I don't call it home anymore."

You look at him curiously and he smiles, "I was going to wait to do this until tonight but I don't want to wait another moment."

He looks over his shoulder at his older brother who smiles at you both and takes a few steps away.

You cover your mouth with your left hand as your heart pounds quickly in your chest. "Loki?" you barely whisper in disbelief as he take a small step away from you and gets down on one knee.

A small ring box appears in one hand with a green flash and he takes your right hand in his other hand.

"Y/N, home is where you are and every night I spent alone on Asgard was worth it to come back to you. You are my home, you are my everything when I feel alone. You are my shelter when all my hope is gone. You are my heart, you are the one I want to spend every minute of every day with. I love you with every fiber of my being," he says as he looks up at you. "Y/N, my love, my queen. Will you make me the happiest man in the nine realms by becoming my wife?"

"Yes! Yes," you say excitedly as Loki stands. "I love you," you tell him as he slips the most beautiful ring you have ever seen onto your finger.

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take-everything-you-can · 4 months

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Thinking about dad!Eddie getting emotional and thanking you for giving him the little family he's always wanted. Ok bye! @munson-blurbs 💚

@munson-blurbs idk how you get me in the feels every time 💞

Eddie comes home from the longest day at work. He's incredibly tired basically walking sleep.

Wen he opens the door to your little home, the one you begged him to make an offer on. The one on Maple Street, with the big windows in the kitchen.

When he opens the door he finds you laying on the couch with your daughter curled up by your side. Your son a six month old chunk, held to your chest.

Well he can't help but tear up as the thing he's always wanted sits right in front of him, within his reach.

His mother always told him he woud find a girl and settle down, but at six who's listening. At eleven girls are gross, and at sixteen that felt impossible. Twenty two years on this earth it took him to find you, for you to be in his orbit.

You shuffle in your sleep and he walks over just as your eyes start to flutter open, he bends down and places a kiss to your forehead. He sits on the sliver of couch left.

"hi baby, how was work." Eddie smiles and bites on his lip to avoid the disaster that was today.

" It was just another long one, nothing went right and all the parts we ordered for a car were for the wrong year. How was yours my love?"

You take your hand not wrapped around your baby boy and caress Eddie's cheek. " I'm sorry you had such a a bad day eds. Mine was just as bad. Your daughter decided that the walls were paper and your son ran a bit of a fever throughout the day. "

Eddie just smiles at you. A soft tempting thing. Even with the way things had been today, he still would go through all of it for the rest of his life, every day, if it meant he could come home and hear about how equally bad your day was as well.

He picks up your daughter and carries her to her room. You follow placing your son in his crib. You both stood by the door as you were leaving, one last look to make sure all monsters were clear from under the bed, and that all snores were light and soft.

Eddie wraps you up in his arms from behind, humming in satisfaction.

" Thank you for giving me everything I could have ever wanted." He kissed the side of your head as you melt in his embrace.

" I would go to the ends of the earth for you Eddie Munson."

"Ditto Mrs. Munson."

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vigilvntes · 1 year

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Jason Todd x Reader | On again-off again relationship hcs

A/N: lisTen. i'm incredibly sleep deprived so this is gonna be very messy and i have a whole ass book to read before my class at 9am and i probably won't sleep tonight so let me have this. let me have my low-key volatile relationship with jason todd where we love each other so deeply that we can't even stand to be around each other sometimes because we frustrate the fuck out of each other but we also can't live without each other. as the great lorde once said: let me live that fantasy.

W/C: 2500+ (help me i basically just outlined a whole story </3)

likes, rbs and comments are all very much appreciated <3

SOME NSFW UNDER THE CUT! ALSO BONUS BATFAMILY GETTING INVOLVED IN THE DRAMA AT THE END BECAUSE ,, FUNNY!!

you and jason have known each other for three years, and you've been together for around two years and two months of that time, if damian's calculations are correct. it's electric and heated and frantic and loving and frustrating and soft and infuriating, all at the same time. you just can't seem to stay away from each other. it's a 'cat and mouse' kind of situation, one where you just can't seem to stop chasing each other despite how ridiculously awful it always seems to turn out in the end. the longest you've managed to really hold it together is seven months, but you can't stay away for more than a month at a time.

you make out like teenagers. make love almost every night. laugh at his dumb jokes or funny comments. patch up any mild injuries he comes home with. tickle each other until you're on the floor breathless, surrendering and begging him to show you mercy. you spend lazy mornings together in bed. bicker and shit-talk each other over breakfast. cuddle on the couch late at night. it's perfect in theory, and he's admittedly an amazing boyfriend. he's caring and attentive and he loves to love you and be loved. but your tempers get the better of both of you.

fights break out because you're both kind of impulsive and hot-headed. neither of you can help your snark or cutting comebacks sometimes. you run your mouths about something – anything, and you run the risk of everything breaking down within the hour. you know his weak spots, know how to push his buttons when he's really pushing yours; and as you know his, he knows yours just as well. you'd never go as far as to bring up anything too personal or out of pocket, but you still know just how to get on each others nerves perfectly. how to manually detonate the ticking time bomb before it blows up on its own accord.

you frustrate the fuck out of each other, and he has a tendency to just walk out of your apartment mid-argument. he puts the suit on, tells you he'd rather be out on the streets getting his ass handed to him by a gang of drunks dressed up as teletubbies and then have bane rush in and pummel him into the concrete than have to deal with you when you're feeling particularly prickly, and you tell him to go fuck himself on his way out. the battle to get the last word in commences, and you've often found yourself yelling at him from your apartment window whilst he yells up at you from the street below because you both just refuse to give up the fight.

most times he comes back, but sometimes he doesn't. when it hits 8am and you haven't heard him rummaging through your kitchen cupboards or refrigerator; he still hasn't crawled back into your bed, kissed your forehead softly and buried his face into the crook of your neck, you shrug your shoulders, tell yourself everything's going to be okay. and then sob violently into your pillow because it's over. he's gone. but with jason, it's never really over. by some weird twist of fate (love, but jason prefers to call it coincidence, although it's anything BUT that) you always end up finding your way back to each other. you break up and even DATE other people but it's never serious and it just never feels the same because for some strange reason whenever you're apart you both miss the chaos of each other and even though you can literally be the worst when you're together, you would rather be together and be the worst than be without each other.

jason turns up at your door at 2AM when he hears you might be seeing someone new after a breakup the month before, demanding to be let in and when you relent (pretty quickly) and open the door he immediately has you against the wall, desperately grabbing at your hips and kissing you like there's no tomorrow whilst mumbling that no one could ever compare to him so don't even think about trying to replace him.

he has you naked and spread out on the bed in ten minutes tops, his tongue swirling against your clit in all the right places, big hands gripping on to your thighs. he grins like a fucking maniac when he makes you cum in record time, just under a minute if he was counting correctly. you cum on his face again, his fingers, his thigh and eventually his cock, until you're laid on his chest with his cum leaking out of you, breathless and all fucked out, mumbling 'i love you'. he says it back, reminds you again that no one could ever be him, and you know he's right. you knew this would happen and truthfully you were desperate to have him back which is maybe, possibly why you made a point to mention to roy that you were seeing someone else because you just knew he'd tell jason.

on the flip side, you send jason a risky picture of yourself in a brand new lingerie set when you find out he's going on a date with someone. you immediately apologise and claim it to be accidental and that it was meant for someone else. you watch your phone blow up with calls and texts from jason, listen to each and every angry-horny-frustrated-infatuated voicemail he leaves and grin the whole time because you know you have him wrapped around your finger, as much as he denies it.

you turn your phone off, unlock your door and wait patiently by the open window until you hear angry footsteps coming from below, stomping up the stairs of your apartment building. he busts through your door and demands that you tell him what the fuck you think you're playing at. you feign innocence and tell him that it was a genuine mistake but he knows you're lying and he has you on the couch, straddling his lap almost immediately. your pyjamas have been torn off, giving him an up-close, in-person view of the pretty new set from the picture earlier. the view is much nicer when it's not on a tiny phone screen; pictures do the real thing no justice. his phone vibrates while you're trailing kisses down his jaw to his neck, and you tell him he should take the call because it's probably his date wondering where the hell he is but he just turns his phone off and tosses it to the side. why the hell would he go on some shitty, awkward first date when he could have you?

the reunion is always sweet. there's always that honeymoon period with him no matter how many times you've broken up– upped and left each other following an argument. when it's good, it's really good. but you just can't seem to escape the inevitable. eventually one of you pushes it too far and the whole thing blows up in your faces. he walks out, you cry yourself to sleep and then you find some way to worm your way back into the others life, depending on who picked the fight that left everything broken once again. neither of you are exactly sure why you fight like cat and dog. you're perfect for each other on paper; you understand each other on a far deeper and more intellectual level than anyone ever could. you get on like a house on fire on your good days (which are admittedly most days), but somehow the bad days always seem to outweigh the good. he once made a joke that it's because you love him so much that you can't live with him, but you also can't live without him. he was probably right.

one night, after a particularly nasty breakup the week before, he stumbles into your apartment clutching at his side, barely able to breathe. he's been so uncaring lately, letting himself get caught up in his own head and his emotions regarding you and your relationship and it's lead to him taking a few more blows than he normally would. tonight he paid the price, took what he thinks might be the final hit, and he needed to see you one last time just in case things don't work out for him. you don't even have the chance to ask him what he's doing in your apartment before he's collapsing on to your living room floor, blood dripping through his fingers and on to your carpet. you drop to your knees next to him and whisper his name so softly, inspecting the wound and feeling guilty when he hisses in pain when your fingers brush against it. it's deep, and yes you've patched him up before –you know how to stitch up cuts but you're not a medical professional and this is a serious wound to his abdomen. there's not much you can do about it alone. you're already crying but before you can start freaking out and trying to fix things he takes your face in his hands, his grip weak, and tells you very sincerely that he loves you deeply, and he's sorry for all of the fights he's caused and all of the times he walked out on you and that it's always been you and it always will be.

he's in and out or consciousness and you're begging him to wake up, to be okay; telling him that you love him and you can't lose him. you try your best to stop the bleeding, pressing towels and old shirts against the wound but it just won't stop. so you call alfred from jason's phone, explain to him what's going on and soon enough you're playing host to a batfamily gathering in your tiny living room. dick quite literally has to drag you away from his body kicking and screaming while bruce and alfred assess the situation. they decide to take him back to the manor, and of course you follow them. you spend days by his side, waiting for him to wake up. alfred has to take you by the elbow and walk you away from him to eat dinner or shower or sleep in jason's old room.

it's just so typical that you're not there when he wakes up. you're sleeping, bundled up in his bed sheets when alfred comes to wake you. you literally leap out of bed, almost tripping over your own feet as you run into the room jason's in. that stupid grin, although strained, spreads across his lips as soon as he sees you through half-shut eyes. you're crying already, rushing to his side and resting your head on his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears. he chuckles at your reaction, teases you for being so worried about him as if he hasn't already kicked death in the dick before, and he mocks you lightheartedly for admitting that you can't live without him (it was the last thing he heard before he lost consciousness). you giggle through your tears, letting it slide because when you look up at him, he's crying too.

it literally takes jason almost dying on your living room floor for you to both realise how much you actually mean to each other, and that having a connection and a love like this isn't something that you can and should just walk away from every couple of weeks. you both decide to start working on things; learning how to control your temper and when the appropriate time to shut the fuck up would be. how to talk things through maturely, without the yelling and constant breakups. of course, you still bicker and shit talk each other. and sometimes one of you will take it too far. jason will glare at you for a moment until you give him an awkward grin and mumble 'oops', and you'll give him the silent treatment for fifteen minutes (which would feel like HELL to him) until he makes you laugh. you're happier this way, knowing that it doesn't have to be that difficult and you can just be. you're not constantly waiting for something to go wrong or for one of you to fuck up, that anxiety has dissipated and you enjoy feeling calm and content with him.

+ bonus: batfamily getting in on the drama

the first time jason stormed into the batcave at 3am, fists balled and eyes red and puffy, bruce was immensely concerned. he sat jason down, put on his best dad™️ voice and asked 'what's wrong?'. jason told him it was nothing, just a little relationship trouble and that bruce didn't have to worry it, he just needed to get away and he thought the batcave would be the perfect place to brood for a few hours before going back home. the second time jason stormed in, he was still concerned for his emotional state, but not all that surprised to see him. bruce left him alone, let jason sit next to him, listened to him curse under his breath. the seventh time? bruce sat at his desk, jason beside him, listening to him ramble on and on about what had happened and how he took it too far again but it's not entirely his fault because you pushed his buttons but he shouldn't have said that to you because he loves you but you just get on his nerves sometimes. bruce nods occasionally, murmurs 'uh-huh' just to prove to jason that he is listening. kind of. sort of. not.

dick receives frustrated, angry texts at ungodly hours in the morning from jason telling him that the relationship is over. jason isn't sure why he vents to dick. it's definitely not because dick gives good advice, jason doesn't even open the texts dick sends back full of agony-aunt type solutions. one night, he receives one of these texts from jason, telling him that you're done with him and he can't ever go back to your apartment. all he can do the next day when he sees you and jason walk into the manor, grinning at each other like you're the sun, moon and stars with his arm wrapped around your waist, is shrug his shoulders.

listen, if damian is going to be forced to sit through the weekly couples quarrel at the manor, he's at least going to make some sort of profit from it. it starts out as a secret, damian makes everyone place bets (with real cash) on how long it'll take you and jason to piss each other off when you come over for dinner. tim wins the first time, and is less than amused when he only receives half of what everyone put into the bet, damian citing that he's the organiser so he gets half of the profit. eventually, he branches out. he starts taking money for bets on how long it'll take for a fight to break out, what you'll be fighting about, and which one of you will leave the dinner table first. everyone joins in (even alfred), and when you find out about damian's little scheme, even you can't help but slide over a $20 bill with a declaration that it'll take jason 45 minutes to say something that'll have you glaring him down. you win that bet, because you know him better than anyone else, and you split the profits with jason. everyone thinks this is unfair, and you're both promptly excluded from participating in the betting.

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stormruff · 5 months

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Jealousy (Red Hair Pirates x Child!Reader)

Synopsis: you get jealous of your little sister.

Warnings: none, I believe.

A/c: Sorry for the grammatical errors and the way of writing. as it is not my native language. My English is not that good and it's been a while since I wrote in English.

Part 2

Part 3?

At first, you wanted to have a sister. Biologically, you didn't have one, but since Shanks saved you, you were five years old, and you were happy to have a little sister. Uta was a year younger than you, you got along well, despite the sisters' fights, but you didn't attack each other, you were both familiar with the music she sang while you played your flute, on your island most people played it then you played too. you performed together over the years. but you had different personalities: Uta was talkative, she sang well, she had an easy time talking to the crew and everything, everyone loved her, while you were closed off you couldn't talk to everyone, you had the longest conversation with Beckman, of in a way he understood you

Over time, a feeling grew that I want to be like her. envy. envy of your younger sister. she had Shanks' love and everything. You even asked if Shanks had adopted you as his daughter or just took you in out of pity. you weren’t his daughter, not like Uta was.

you were in a village in East Blue called Foosha Village. Uta befriended a street urchin, Luffy. He was cool, he was 7 years old, but he was annoying, every day he came to ask you if you could ask Shanks to let him join his crew. The answer to that question, two huge cocks on his head. You weren't very calm.

He and Uta always played together. You didn't care much. You liked the windmills, and you climbed up there a lot to feel the wind. you were born in a windy village and you missed it and this island reminded you of home.

At night, the crew gathered at the bar to eat and drink, Shanks, Uta, and Luffy were at the counter. You were far away suppressing a cough that started last week. Maybe you got an allergy.

you picked up your plate but didn’t feel hungry. You ate half the food and waited for Makimo to show up so you could ask for a glass of milk. You were too embarrassed to ask. Makimo is busy with the other children. She didn't pay enough attention to the bar. but you stayed until Uta started singing. You left your plate in a corner and left the bar.

You took your first steps and smelled cigarettes.

"Uncle Beck? What are you doing outside?"

"I came to smoke and watch little girls going out without permission." He laughed and knelt down next to you. "Where are you going?"

"Red Force. I'm going to sleep."

"So early? Well... you know the rules, you can't walk outside alone at this time."

"Uncle Beck, can you go with me?" You couldn’t hold back your cough.

"Are you sick? it is good too? I’ll call Hongo to give you a check up.”

"I'm fine, don't worry Uncle Hongo now."

"But-"

"I'm just want to sleep Uncle Beck"

The bar door creaked Uta burst out of the bar along with Luffy with a huge smile on their faces.

"(n/n)! (n/n)! I find you! Come on, I wanna sing Binks no sake, and I want you to play with me! Luffy wants to see you play! Come on, cheer her up, Beck!" You looked at Beck with a tired look.

"Y/n, I want to see you play!" Luffy shouted. You went to speak, and immediately, you were bombarded with a severe coughing fit. "(Y/n)?" You looked at Luffy

"Enough, I wanna call Hongo, you not well." Beck says as he picks you up, scooping you in his arms while you snuggle up with him.

"(n/n)... you sick? it's impossible! big sisters don't get sick."

"Can you two do me a favor?" Uta and Luffy nodded. "Can you call Hongo? Tell him it was me who asked. If he asks, tell him I'm going to Red Force with (y/n), tell him she's not well. "

The two kids run into the bar and Beckman didn't wait and went with you to the ship, while you went into a sleep.

....

"How bad is it?" The first sentence you listen to after you wake up comes from Shanks mouth. You feel his hand stroking your hair.

"Her chest was very heavy and squeaking a lot." This time was Hongo. You feel something cold in your chest. It was the stethoscope, probably. "It wouldn't be anything serious if this cough wasn't so frequent. There also the fact of her low immunity"

"she coughed even in her sleep. She wasn't well." You listen Beck, this time.

"she is a bit hot. A light ferver." You feel a hand on your forehead. the doctor sighs. "I'm gonna find some medication for her."

You decided to open your eyes, finding a concern look from the captain and the vice-capitain and slight smile from the doctor.

"Uncle Hongo, my cough..."

"How long this cough has been boring our little runt?"

"Last week..."

"Last week?!" Shanks says in surprise."And you didn't tell us?"

"Boss, she just woke up. Better not speak so soundly." Beck says as you sit up.

You rubbed your eye and sat up. "I'll be fine, Uncle Hongo?"

"You'll feel better in some days, but for now... Why don't you get some rest, while I get some medicine for you?"

"Okay..."

"What about some soup? If you want, I will ask for Roux made for you what you think?" Beck suggested, and you nod. "I will be faster, little one."

You see Hongo and Beckman leave, leaving only Shanks and you.

"Where's Luffy and Uta?" You coughed.

"Sleeping, it's 11:00 PM, these brats won't leave your side..." Shanks sits on the bed. "She was very worried. She didn't believe you were sick. She said older sisters don't get sick." He chuckles. "You said this for her?"

"No." You said coughing again. "She says I'm her older sister."

"She says she's jealous of you, how strong and fearless you are, and that she wants to be like you. In other words, she wants to be a troublemaker too..."

Your eyes widen, astonishment took control of your expression.

"just like me? But why does she want to be like me? She is perfect"

"so that's it... are you jealous of Uta too?"

"Why did you ask that?"

"Because she told me the same thing as you: she's perfect." He chuckles. "I already suspected that there was a little jealousy, there is no way two children could live together without at least being a little jealous. But I expected that from Uta, because she was the youngest, but you surprised me, (y/n)." He runs a hand for your hair "Do you wanna tell me why?"

You sigh. After all, you are a crewmember and a kid.

"She is my perfect opposite, she is communicative, nice, everyone stops just to listen to her. She gets attention so easily, she makes friends so quickly… Of course she would get attention so quickly, she's been here with you since she was a baby, and you're father and daughter after all, of course she gets everyone's attention and…"

"Stop right now." Shanks interrupted your little monologue, holding your hand. "Uta may be more extroverted than you, but you are also incredible, you are super intelligent, an incredible flutist, Uta may be full of life, a great singer, but not because she is my daughter does she get all the attention, if If you stop to think about it, you would also have privileges too…"

"Me? why?"

"it is not obvious? When I heard Uta call you big sister, I thought you considered her as your little sister, Since since I saved you I took care of you, I even taught you how to speak again... Isn't that enough to be considered your father figure?

"Of course you are... But you always give more attention to her than for me... I thought..."

"Uta and you are so different... Uta always gotten into problems when we lost the sight for her. As for you… you barely get into trouble, always following the rules, sometimes your tantrums take over your personality, but other than that you're just a girl who feels alone. It's my fault, because I always thought you were more reserved, but I was wrong, can you forgive me, (y/n)?"

"Uncle Beck told you? When?"

"While you sleeping..." You coughed again. "I'm sorry that I didn't give you enough confidence to open up to me, but I love you… you don't have to be like her… I adore you just the way you are… I know that doesn't make the jealousy go away although, but I hope you feel more confident, you are my daughter (y/n), as much as Uta."

Your tears started running down at your face.

"Shanks... Thank you for everthing... I'm really sorry for not telling I'm sick..." you coughed as you hug him.

"It's okay...but I think you should be taking Hongo advice and rest... Soon you will get delicious soup along with bad medicine…" He put his hands under your shoulders and lifted you, taking you out of your sitting position and placing you lying on the bed. "Time for bed… little one." He smiled and kissed your forehead, stroking your hair.

"Good night, Shanks..." You closed your eyes. Coughing again.

"Rest Well... Soon you will get better. I promise."

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callsignfate · 2 months

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Hi I have some ideas for Valeria ( if you need something 😆)

1. Movie night with a fem reader, we know Valeria is cold and heartless but for her girlfriend...she can be a total sweetheart. Reader finally convinced Valeria to watch a cartoons with her ( I love cartoons 🙈) so they take some snacks and go watch cartoons. Unfortunately reader fall asleep after an hour and that was a moment when Valeria realized how good and safe she feels with her girlfriend

2. Valeria had a stressful day (obviously 😅) when she finished her work only thing she wanted to do was to go to sleep. She went to her bedroom but she couldn't find her girlfriend (reader) so she went to find her. Reader was in the kitchen cooking something for both of them when Valeria found her. A lot of fluff ,maybe some sexual tension who knows 😆

I have a lot if ideas and your stories are always sooo good and I think it might be interesting 😆 I hope you like it

Thank you 🖤

Reader x Valeria

TW: Possible sexual content viewer discretion is advised

Okay so, Authors note, I had taken such a long time off of writing that I had to rewatch all of the Valeria scenes to make sure I wrote the character as closely as I could get. This didn’t take long but, yea. I also went and found a laptop with a great deal so I use it just for writing and can now write whenever I want instead of having to write only on my desktop that's having some minor issues right now. I would like to apologize again for the large wait in between posts as I have a lot of things going on with my mental and physical health. I kept trying to get back into writing but every time I would I’d end up sick, at the doctor's for some reason, or just not in the mood to write. I also have been getting into other shows and games so might expand the characters and fandoms I write for. This is the 2nd prompt btw I will work on editing the first prompt draft after I post this.

Lightly edited as I wanted to post something ASAP!

She ended up taking longer than even her normal long days, finding herself up to her eyes in work and calls that had to be done soon to move her products smoothly as some unforeseen hitches had ruined her previous plans with ease. Her office was now shrouded in dark other than the two lamps she had turned on absentmindedly. Her last call was the longest and most infuriating one as luck would have it, her foul words being muttered under her breath and she slammed her phone down and left the office she found stuffy and claustrophobic after sitting in it ceaselessly.

Valeria was a busy woman, of course, often keeping her empire running wasn't a small feat. Her days weren’t the standard eight hours as most were, after your busy schedule that kept you busy for eight to nine hours of the day. After work, you often waited around for her while relaxing and walking about the endless villa she called home.

Her mind was fuzzy with stress and exhaustion as the night before was restless and short, her morning with you being cut short had made the day already negative, only making her day longer and filled with her having an even shorter fuse. She yearned for sleep, to hold you in her arms while she listened to you ramble about the simple things that kept your mind busy and happy.

The trudging steps became lighter as she got closer to your shared bedroom where she half expected you to be in bed curled up either asleep or awake pouting and waiting for her with some small comment about how long you waited for her.

Instead, when she opened the door to get ready for bed you were gone, her eyebrows pinched together and furrowed in frustration. Her thoughts were filled with endless questions and fear? She scanned the room again to see the clothes she had seen you in when you had visited her office before were thrown into the hamper hanging off of the side of it messily. With a slightly agitated huff, she began opening doors down the hall in search of you, the bathrooms were cool and the mirror wasn't fogged up meaning you weren’t there, so she headed down the stairs before a sent of warm food led her to the kitchen, her eyebrows raised as she found you wearing an oversized sweater and short thin sleeping shorts that you usually wore to bed after she bought them for you on a particularly hot day a year or so ago.

“What are you doing?” She finally spoke with a slightly playfully mocking tone, making you jump while you leaned back and forth and mouthed the lyrics of the song you were listening to in your earbuds.

“I was making us something to eat, I tried to lay down but I got snacky and bored waiting.” You said after quelling your quickened heart and letting out a small breath.

“I had calls to make and the idiots on the other side weren’t listening.” She muttered with a small hint of frustration before she moved to stand behind you, her arms wrapping around you before they moved under your hoodie so slowly that your mouth slacked and goosebumps raised on your arms and the back of your neck.

“Let's eat and head to bed.” She hummed out in your ear with a small teasing and cocky laugh.

You offered a nod and plated the food before her hand slipped into your loose shorts making you lean forward onto the counter, your stomach tensing as a gasp escaped your lips.

The food, sat on the counter cold you realized as you watched her sleeping soundly, the subtle soft snore making your lips turn up into a small smile.

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sturniolowhore · 6 months

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☁️ THE DEAL

summary ⎯ you and chris make a deal to see who can last the longest without touching but neither of you are going to make this easy for one another and that's more than displayed through your public endeavours until eventually, you allow yourselves to get lost in one another.

warnings ⎯ smut, chris x fem!reader cursing, public touching, slight degrading, praise, blowjobs, multiple orgasms etc

A/N ⎯ i'm such a chris girl it's actually insane. just want to clear up that everything here is consented even the part where chris touches her after they sleep !!

i hope you enjoy <3

❛ ━━･❪ ִ ࣪𖤐 ❫ ･━━ ❜

you fail to notice the small smirk chris gives to no one in particular as your group enters the restaurant, your attention is focused on the screen in front of you and your thumb swipes mindlessly as you scroll through tiktok, the audios playing somewhat loudly but not loud enough for you to find it in yourself to care as you slump onto one of the seats, chris of course taking the seat beside you.

chris' hand rests atop your thigh, just underneath you skirt and you know he's doing it to tease you due to the deal you had made earlier that day. whoever gave into being touched would lose and you were both extremely competitive so, despite the butterflies that erupt through you at his touch, you keep your focus on your phone before placing it down to allow your eyes to roam across the menu.

chris slowly moves his hand but it's just teasingly so and with an annoyingly gorgeous smirk playing at his lips. he moves closer and closer to your inner thighs before he finally stops just before he reaches his target, fingers swiping over the sensitive skin before he removes his hand entirely and converses with his friends and brothers as though nothing happened.

you know exactly what chris is trying to do with his actions as he pretends to take deep interest in the current conversation at hand about the movie that is being displayed on the small tv screen in the corner of the building. he moves his hand back to your thigh and pinches the skin and waits a few moments until he hears you gasp ever so slightly, disguising it with a cough. he turns to face the you, watching as you bite your plump lip with your teeth, attempting to seal your sighs that are threatening to escape as chris moves his fingers around your body continuously but not in the places you desire most.

"careful baby," he mumbles so that only you can hear it and you hate how much you love the way he can do absolutely anything to you and have you on edge instantly.

he doesn't yet notice that you aren't wearing any underwear as he laughs at whatever nate is saying and removes his hand yet again. you decide both of you can play at the same game and wait until chris is in the middle of speaking to slide your hand into his sweatpants and palm him through his boxers.

"i thought that- i thought that was ages ago," chris manages to get out and then he's turning to face you with an away look on his face as you continue gently gripping him and moving your hands at a painfully slow rate but in all the right places.

"what's wrong?" you breathe out, a little laugh escaping your lips as you do so because chris squirms a little in his seat.

chris is trying to stop his moans, he really is, but it's getting harder and harder the more you play with him. he bites down on his lip as his eyes remain on his brother who is rambling on about something or the other while everyone else listens out of pure amusement.

"watch yourself," he warns you and you simply beam at him, a glint of lust filling your eyes that nearly has chris taking you right then and there.

"you can touch me too, you know? my body is all yours," you tell him and then grab his hand with your free hand and move it under your skirt.

it's then that chris takes note of the fact that you aren't wearing any underwear, you're bare and ready as his hands linger on your centre. you use your hand to move his hand and you whimper softly at the feeling, the sound falling short to everyone's ears but his. he can hear the dangerous sound and he wants to hear it again and again and again.

as he moves against you, you stroke him faster and he has to restrain every last thing inside of him and remind himself you're in public. he can't just do anything he wants even though he ever so desperately wants to. he makes a mental note to deal with you when he can, attempting to hide the whines threatening to spill out.

now you're both more than aware you're going against everything you were trying to steer away from in the first place with the deal but neither of you can really find it within yourselves to care. it's like every principle falls out the window and any touch makes it seem as though you are the only people present. it's both frustrating and adoring all at once and you both know that.

and so that's what you do for the rest of dinner, leave your hands to linger against one another and muffle your moans as the other works absolute magical wonder in such a manner that you both feel as though you are floating. you refrain from doing anything too extreme but the idea of absolutely ruining one another is plastered in your minds and it is so firm and stern that it doesn't leave as hours on end pass. even when you return home and collapse from exhaustion, it's still playing at the back of your minds but the deal... right?

you both fall asleep with erotic fantasies cascading through your minds, rippling through your thoughts and dancing across your memories. it takes about under ten minutes for chris to hear the first moan. at first he thinks he's dreaming, that the beautiful sound he is hearing is one he has remembered and it is now working its way into his head but then, he hears another. he lifts his head and that's when he sees it.

he watches as your body stirs in your sleep and you moan and groan as you squirm against the couch. your whines are quite literal music to his ears and for a moment, he just listens, not doing anything and just merely taking in the way your perfect curves fill his eyeline. he softly begins to trace the outline over your clothes but when you let out a particular whimper, he pulls your skirt up so that your naked core is on display for him. it's glistening, most likely because of the dream you are having and he can't help but run his finger across the slick folds, almost releasing a groan of his own at the sight and the feeling against his fingertips.

he pushes a finger inside of you and the tightness around his digit almost has him losing his mind as you continue to moan before you begin to open your eyes gently, the brown pools of honey swimming perfectly as your eyes connect with chris'. your boyfriend offers you an adoring smile and you return it with ease and then he pushes another finger in and you throw your head back against the cushion, a heavy gasp falling from your beautifully shaped lips.

it's sudden but this has happened many times before and you are not complaining in the slightest, especially when he presses his lips against yours. you kiss him back hungrily as he moves closer to fist your hair in his hand. you whimper at the roughness mixed with the feeling of his fingers pushing inside of you. you feel like you are in heaven because though it has only been a few hours, to you it feels like you have been waiting for this for an eternity and now you are finally receiving every last desire you have been craving.

chris pushes in another finger firmly, causing you to jerk backwards. he chuckles lowly as he raises your body and keeps your head in place, his hungry mouth now moving to your neck and sucking on the delicate skin and leaving a painting of red and purple on the inviting canvas.

"chris, fuck too fast," you manage to get out whilst your hand is clutching onto his hair as he continues swirling his tongue across your collarbone.

"you love it please shut up," chris hums out a response, watching as your body grinds onto his fingers even as you question the pace he is going at.

"chris-" you start yet again but cut yourself off with a loud moan as his finger hits a certain spot which in turn results in chris biting down on your skin in warning.

"keep quiet," he speaks against your neck, his hot breath fanning you quite perfectly and only making you feel even more turned on.

"fuck, it's too much," you groan as chris increases his pace without so much as a second of hesitation and no care as to whether or not your body can move at such a rate.

"fucking take it," chris tugs on your hair with his other hand, your body falling onto him and almost chasing the way his fingers dance around inside of you.

chris adores the way you eagerly allow him to consume you even when refusal is falling from your lips. you seem to be in another world completely as you graze your teeth against his neck, pressing firm kisses into one of your favourite places in the universe which makes chris moan softly.

"we should go upstairs," chris suggests but he doesn't wait for you to respond as he lets his fingers slip out of you and licks them clean as though he has just eaten the meal of a lifetime.

you whine slightly at the loss of contact, your eyes turning to look into chris'. he smiles at your neediness before he captures your lips with his and you smile into the kiss, all your prior complaining fading quicker than ever because the feeling of his lips against yours is quite frankly greater than anything you have ever experienced before.

the boy leads you upstairs and the two of you settle in chris' room, which has basically become both chris and your room over the months. you lay on the bed quickly and chris moves to follow you but settles a little more lower in level.

chris raises your skirt and wastes no time in allowing his mouth to fall to your aching clit, swirling his tongue over it and sucking repeatedly, leaving you a moaning mess. the vibrations from your moans travel through the air and chris doesn't think he'd rather be anywhere else in the world. he groans loudly due to your noises and begins raising his hand to cling beneath your t-shirt and circle your hips delicately.

"oh fuck," you moan loudly, the sound drowning into another moan that doesn't even allow you to finish the first.

"gonna need you to shut up baby, we don't want anyone hearing," chris talks against your skin and you just can't help the whimpers easily falling out of you which only makes chris suck harder.

"such a whore for me," chris speaks against you as he notices you moving your body to create even further friction and you must love his words because they make you sigh happily and you can only seem to move faster than before, almost leaning up into chris' mouth.

"been waiting all day for this, hm?" chris asks you and you don't want to reply so you just shake your head, trying to avoid his words completely.

"don't get shy now," he adds on and from the way his hands are so gently caressing the upper half of your body, you think you're going to explode.

"come on answer the question or i'll have to put this cock in your mouth until you can't breathe yeah?" chris pushes for an answer, his eyes turning this beautiful shade of the night sky but still holding the sun in them in such an enchanting manner.

"been waiting so fucking long please, i want you so badly," you at last tell him and all of a sudden, chris removes his mouth and you are pulled so that you are straddling chris, your juices falling onto his sweatpants.

"wanna ride me baby?" chris whispers against your collarbone and you nod her head furiously, making chris laugh at how eager you are for him when you were the one who had suggested your little game in the first place.

he moves your hands so they're resting on his sweatpants and gives you a look that you understand without so much as a second thought required. you manage to remove his clothing and rest yourself on top of him before he picks your body up and slams you down onto his dick without any preparation.

"chris," you whine loudly, the feeling stinging you slightly but that only turns chris on more which makes him repeat his actions.

he watches in admiration and he can feel your ass cheeks shake whilst you're slammed down and the urge to slap you is one that cannot be ignored. he moves his hands closer, rubbing your right cheek tenderly before delivering a harsh slap to it, making you fall into him with a whine.

chris removes your top in a swift motion, eyes now set on the way your tits are bouncing up and down as you ride him eagerly. he takes one into his mouth and you breathe heavily due to the two wondrous feelings mixed together.

"why are you not wearing a bra? want everyone to see, hm?" chris' voice is rough and filled with this urge of jealousy and it makes you want him that much more. you love how possessive he gets at even the thought of anyone else.

"just you, fuck," you shake your head at him and chris smirks at your denial.

"want me to see you?" he questions and you nod your head sheepishly as a reply.

"tell me you want me to see you baby," he encourages and your head rests in the crook of his neck as you continue to grind against him and relish in the rough slamming he is making you indulge in.

"want you to see me," you gasp as you ride faster, with chris holding you in place and guiding you a little.

"i'm looking baby," he reassures you and you grin at him before letting out a particularly loud moan as he slaps your ass again, once, twice and then once more.

your riding is getting sloppy as you are getting more and more stimulated. chris picks up on it and begins moving you himself, your ass moving to a perfect rhythm. the two of you move against one another and let strings of aroused moans and curses release themselves from your mouths.

"cum for me," chris says and you do exactly that, your orgasm going everywhere and making a mess due to how pleased you fel.

chris can't help but cum alongside you after thrusting into you multiple times, both your grunting blurring together in a tune so enticing. your breathing is heavy for a few moments, the two of you gaining your composure with smiles planted across your faces.

after some time to breathe, chris pulls you off and you whine desperately as you are set on your knees in front of him as he starts smirking widely at you. he tests the waters by slapping his dick on your lips a few times before pushing the full thing into your mouth. you gasp as you feel it hit the back of your throat, not even giving you time to adjust. your pretty gasps fill the air in the most beautiful way and chris grunts as you take him whole.

he pushes you down more onto his dick and you moan loudly at the forced contact which just makes him do it again so he can hear the pretty noise. tears are practically streaming down your face as you take all of him, your hands palming the parts you can't reach and driving him absolutely crazy.

"fuck you take me so well," he praises and you whimper against him, moving faster and hollowing your cheeks to make him feel even better because he deserves to feel so good.

he cums into your mouth after a while longer and watches in utter mesmerisation as you slowly swallow it all without even having to be told to do as such.

"fuck you're so hot," chris groans as he circles you on the ground as though he's the predator and you're the prey, pulling your hair so that you look up at him with the spit drooled all over you chin and specks of cum coating your bruised lips.

you think it's all over for a moment but chris appears to have a different idea as the gaming chair in his room welcomes the boy perfectly and he sits in it with his legs spread wide, instructing you to sit atop him and so, you do exactly as he practically commands. you settle onto him with a whine as you still feel sensitive yet without any warning, he takes your boob into his mouth. you moan involuntarily at the feeling of his tongue lapping circles over you and his teeth grazing your perked nipple.

he moves across your body and nibbles on your neck, biting down rather aggressively which makes you almost scream at the feeling. he loves the way you sound and even though you're screaming, he knows you adore everything about the intrusion. chris enters two fingers inside you and you gasp, squirming in his lap as he stretches you out even further, scissor-like movements continuing as you helplessly move around.

"please i'm sensitive," you tell him but the noises spilling out of you are enough to tell chris that you want him to keep going and well he doesn't care about sensitivity anyway.

"keep still baby," he encourages and you try to oblige but it's becoming significantly difficult to do so when he is swallowing your body all over and his fingers are working their way inside of you beautifully, your own cum acting as the best lubricant.

he begins increasing his pace in both areas and you're moaning uncontrollably, the stimulation driving you absolutely insane as you try your best to stay quiet whilst biting down on your lip.

chris' fingers are rapidly moving up and down inside you and the slick noise echoes around the room, blurring with your incoherent mumbles as an attempt to voice something.

"use your words properly, i know i haven't fucked you that dumb," chris puts your hair behind your ear with his free hand and you smile at the gesture before your face twists as chris replaces his fingers with his dick abruptly and abuses your hole and hits your g-spot whilst simultaneously sucking on your skin.

"i need- need to cum so badly," you are able to somewhat get out and chris connects eyes with you, grinning at the sound of you entirely at his mercy and your tone which shows him he's entirely ruining you.

"yeah? should i let you cum baby?" he asks as the words mix with your skin, only making you more prone to letting go all whilst he tugs on your hair roughly.

"please, please, please," you beg without shame, wanting to cum more than anything and needing to feel chris' cum inside of you again at the same time.

chris nods his head and peppers kisses across your face gently, a clear contrast with the way he's pounding into you, "go on then, cum everywhere."

you do just as he says, cumming everywhere and riding out your high with chris still inside of you. he groans at the sensation and continues to thrust into you.

chris then takes his fingers and gathers your cum on them, raising them so they're resting on your lips, "taste how dirty you are baby."

you suck on his fingers, dirtily tasting yourself and all you can think about is how fucking good you feel, albeit a mess but still so fucking satisfied. he moves inside of you and god you're so fucking sensitive but you know he needs to cum too so you endure it, palming him a little to help him reach his climax and when he does, it pours into you and the feeling alone would be enough to make you cum all over again.

"fuck you're so fucking good for me," he mumbles as he stays inside of you, leaning back into the chair and making you fall onto his chest.

"no one won the deal," you tell him as you cuddle into his torso and he moves his hands through your hair delicately, a comforting feeling like always to follow the sex.

you can't see his face but you're more than sure he's smiling as he retorts, "well i feel like i won when i fucked your brains out."

you slap his chest once the words leave his mouth and he laughs at your actions which in turn makes you let out a soft giggle. in a way, being with chris does feel like winning even though it isn't what she had anticipated to win, it's a win nonetheless and she's thankful as she clings onto him tightly.

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bontenslut3 · 6 months

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who’s my obedient slut?

HEYYY YALL IM BACK FROM NOT POSTING CAUSE I HAD ZERO IDEAS BUT SINCE IM A HOBIE LOVER HERES ONE

Warnings/Tags- unprotected sex, creampie, tittie play, biting , HEAVY details , rough sex , praise , virgin reader , smut with barely no plot , use of the n word and slut , mention of spanking . Sorry for any minor spellings I’ll fix it later

Please don’t read if your not of age you can get me and you in trouble. BUT HAVE FUN GUYS

I wanted him to pin me down on the bed i begged and planned this remember?

“Get on your knees now “

“ hobie please im sorry I won’t do it again i promise “ i pleaded on the floor crying after breaking one of his favorite chokers and trying to hide it. The other girls outside of the door listening.

“ you know y/n your the only virgin slut i have that I haven’t fucked since I got so maybe todays your day huh princess what do you say you

A : take a hard spanking from me while having your hands tied behind your back and a vibrator in that nice pussy of yours

or you

B : take my cock from behind while having slow hot sex while I stretch out that nice and tight ass of yours ? “ he says laying out a black leather belt on his lap

“ I choose b “

“ hmmm amazing choice now take off those slutty clothes and get on the bed for me hmm?” Hobie says walking around to put the belt back and than I felt him behind me that’s when EVERYTHING changed that night

On a cold night with the moonlight shining though the window his clothes half way off his back and muscles showing looking me dead in the eyes than kissing my neck slowly while telling me I'm all his and that he'll never leave me alone until the day we die , holding one of my legs on his waist biting my neck than placing a soft but a deep and passionate kiss on my lips while I wrap my arms around his neck never letting him go , his hands trailing up my shirt.

Whispering slowly into my ear If I was sure I wanted this he knew I wanted him for the longest so of course I said yes.

he takes off his shirt fully while forcing my head to look at him in the eyes, I was embarrassed it was my first time ever having sex than he helps me remove my clothes while slowly kissing my neck and playing with my breast , biting deep but soft into my neck forcing a moan out of me. He moves one of my legs to the side while rubbing circles on my sensitive spot

" you like it don't you l've been waiting so long to taste you baby " he whispered into my ears while taking off his pants I could feel him getting hard I wanted him to just fuck me already but I had to be patient the things he could do to me would is crazy.

" your gonna take my dick like a good girl right? Hmm?"

“ hobie please- “

He bits down on my neck again “ I didn’t ask for you to beg or plead I asked for an answer “

“ yes “ i whispered

“ speak up! I can’t hear that sexy voice of yours baby “

“ Yes! “ I yelled letting him know I was serious about taking him

“ aww that’s my girl I like it when you yell out yes”

Hobie’s phone rings and it’s miles on the line

“ yo miles ill be a while bruv i have something nice and tight waiting for me to finish them “

He hangs up the phone and turns his attention to me “ I hope you know that ‘ nice and tight ‘ thing is you “

He turns me around face flat on my stomach sliding his cock in my ass aggressively, i yelled out in pain he didn’t even give me the chance to think after saying that. He starting humping me aggressively all the lube he put in my ass sliding out , wet sounds from his dick hitting my ass and the lube mixed it’s like he’s taking out all his pent up aggression out on me.

“ fu-fuck hobie can you be a little soft it’s my fi-first time “ I said stuttering from how hard he was fucking me his cock slamming in and out of my ass.

“ be softer?! Oh no princess I’m not sure I’m going to do that it’s your first time and I want you to remember every last bit of this no Niga can fuck you as good as I can baby, no one can put you to sleep with they dick like I can I promise you baby I promise you no one can fuck you like I can.”

Hobie keeps fucking me my body feels numb and weak but I loved the way his dick made me feel I was going crazy for him I don’t know if I wanted more or if I wanted him to stop it felt to good and I wanted to cry from how hard he was fucking me but I couldn’t…I begged him for more I didn’t want him to stop the pain felt amazing.

“ oh now you want me to keep going huh!? you like that baby huh!? you like how deep my cocks going into that nice tight ass of yours ?! Told you no one can fuck you like me no Niga gon fuck you but me right ? Your all mines and no other nigas?!”

“ y-yes hobie I’m all yours “

“ say what i want to hear slut “

“ no Niga can fuck me like you can “

“ huh say it louder I can’t hear you baby!! I want you to scream it “

“ No niga can fuck me like you can !! “

“ that’s it baby yes oh fuck yes that’s it I’m about cum fuck your amazing oh fuck I’m so fucking close “

“ ah-ah~ shit ah oh fuck mmm that felt amazing fuck” Hobie cums Deep inside of me some of his cum leaking out of my ass , my pussy wet and wanting to be fucked.

* deep breathing * “ ah oh fuck that was amazing. Hmm aww your pussies all wet she wants me to fuck her? To bad I’m all out of energy fuck that drained me “ he said while smacking my ass and fingering me

“ maybe if your a obedient slut tomorrow night I’ll fuck your wet pussy okay baby ?” He kisses my forehead and spoons me before all this I was scared of sex but maybe after this I’ll keep being hobie’s obedient slut and yes all the girls on the other side of the door heard idc .

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ravenclaw-writes · 10 months

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Shared Walls

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Pairing: Remus Lupin x Sirius Black

Description:

Remus tried to sleep. He really did. He kept his eyes closed, he tried to go through the alphabet and think of he longest word that started and ended with the same letter, a trick that his mother taught him. Nothing worked. He wasn't sure how long it had been, how many times he had heard "more" and "please" and "faster". He adjusted himself again, and bumped into Sirius. He bumped into more Sirius than he was expecting. Remus froze.

"Are you ... hard?" Remus didn't need Sirius to answer verbally. The question was rhetorical. He could feel the answer.

James and Lily were being too loud. Sirius decided to switch to Remus' room.

Word Count: 2,783

Original Publish Date: 2021-07-10

A/N: Hi! Fic 3 from my AO3-to-tumblr transfer. Hope you like! Feel free to check out my other stuff either on here as I start to upload or on my AO3 where they already live :)

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It was late. Or early. Remus didn’t care to check the time. All he knew was that he would much rather be sleeping. Surely after seven years of sharing a living space with someone you’d think that he would be numb to this sort of thing. But here he was, lying on a bed in the Potter’s spare room listening to James and Lily go at it.

He couldn’t blame them really. It was the beginning of August and they hadn’t seen each other since they left Hogwarts. Really left Hogwarts in fact. Remus didn’t let himself think about how he would probably never return to the castle halls. If he did it wouldn’t be the same anyway.

James’ parents were on holiday for the week so James decided to invite the Marauders over to spend the week (not that his parents would have minded, they adored each and every one of them). Sirius was already living there full-time, Peter was on holiday with his family, and Lily was finally, finally back from visiting her grandparents. So it ended up being James, Sirius, Remus, and Lily. Not that Remus minded. He would have otherwise been sharing a room with Peter and he had had enough of hearing his snores to last a lifetime. It got to the point where James would secretly place a silencing charm around Peter’s bed the nights before early morning Quidditch practices.

So he couldn’t exactly blame James and Lily for wanting to make up for the lost time. But did they have to be so fucking loud? They were 18, they knew how to use silencing charms. James knew he was sharing a house with other people. That his room was sandwiched between Sirirus’ and the spare. Maybe this was why the Marauders called Remus a prude. He was a fan of sex, a big fan actually, but it seemed that having the opinion that one’s sex life should remain between those involved made him a prude.

Remus rolled over, pressing his face into his pillow. He was cursing James for being able to last this long but also a little proud of his improvements. Remus groaned. Now he wished that he was sharing a room with Peter. Maybe his snores would drown out the sounds from the other side of the wall.

The door to the spare room creaked open. Remus quickly turned his head to face the door. He could see a sliver of wand light making its way into the room and a mess of curly hair. “Moony? Are you awake?” Sirius.

His question was punctuated by a rather loud moan. Remus was severely uncomfortable. Lily was basically his sister, James his brother. It was like listening to his - Remus stopped himself from completing that thought. He did not need to be making the situation worse.

Sirius stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. “I’m not even going to let you answer that, I know for a fact that no one is sleeping through that.” He made his way over to the bed and sat down, pushing Remus to the far side of the bed.

Remus turned onto his side. “What are you doing here?” He tried to shield his eyes from the light emanating from Sirius’ wand.

“Shit, sorry, Nox.” The light went out. “I can’t sleep.”

Remus snorted. “And that’s my problem, because … ?”

Sirius spread himself out on the mattress. “My bed is against the same wall.” Remus didn’t see the issue. So was his. Sirius turned to face Remus. “Like, we share a wall. My bed, wall, his bed.” Ah. Remus could hear James’ bed bang against the wall every so often. He could only imagine how much worse it would be to be right there.

“So you’ve come to my room.”

“So I’ve come to your room.” With the little light that was escaping through the gaps in the curtains, Remus could make out Sirius’ grin.

“Hate to tell you, but it’s not much better over here.”

“It’s better than over there, believe me.” Remus did.

Sirius closed his eyes, and sighed, exhaling through his nose right into Remus’ face. Remus rolled over to face the other way and felt Sirius get under the covers with him.

Remus closed his eyes, willing himself to fall asleep. He hadn’t shared a bed with Sirius in years. He hadn’t shared a bed with anyone in years actually. It was weird. He could feel the presence of another body, the dip of the mattress. He could hear Sirius breathing. He could hear Lily and James. Remus groaned and tried to get more comfortable.

“Stop moving,” Sirius groaned.

“You’re in my bed, I’ll move if I want to move,” Remus quipped.

“Fiesty.”

“Shut up.”

Remus tried to sleep. He really did. He kept his eyes closed, he tried to go through the alphabet and think of the longest word that started and ended with the same letter, a trick that his mother taught him. Nothing worked. He wasn’t sure how long it had been, how many times he had heard “more” and “please” and “faster”. He adjusted himself again, and bumped into Sirius. He bumped into more Sirius than he was expecting. Remus froze.

“Are you … hard?”

Remus didn’t need Sirius to answer verbally. The question was rhetorical. He could feel the answer.

In fact, Sirius didn’t answer. Remus didn’t know what to do. Neither of them moved. Remus would be lying if he hadn’t thought about being in a situation like this with Sirius (minus his two other friends fucking in the background). He had stopped thinking about it when Sirius had started making plans about them living together after Hogwarts. He could not act on his feelings and have shit hit the fan leaving him with nowhere to live in the fall. He also couldn’t continue to sit on his feelings and be the loser who thirsted over his flatmate. He was already the loser who thirsted over his best friend.

But now. Now. Now.

Was Sirius hard because of hearing James and Lily? If Remus could separate the noises from who they came from then … it sort of was a little hot. And if he let James and Lily’s names slip in … it felt, sexy? Remus’ dick twitched.

Remus wanted to test the waters. Maybe Sirius was sleeping. That would make more sense. And also make Remus feel weird for getting turned on by this situation. Somehow Sirius also being turned on made it ok. Alright. He was going to do this.

Trying to make it seem as nonchalant as possible, as if he was simply readjusting his position on the bed, Remus moved his ass over the bulge in Sirius’ pyjamas. He was met with a quick, sharp, inhale. Remus did it again. This time it was the sound of a small moan, caught in the back of a throat. Remus paused for thought. And did it again.

This time, Sirius’ hand reached out and gripped tightly onto Remus’ hip. He could feel Sirius’ nails digging into his skin. “Remus,” Sirius said through his teeth. Remus moved his body closer, his back flush again Sirius’ chest.

“Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

“Just trying to get comfortable.” Remus demonstrated, grinding his ass into Sirius. Sirius’ grip tightened, Remus could hear the hitch in his breath. “Something wrong?” Remus was fully hard now. He peeled Sirius’ hand off and rolled over so they were face to face.

Remus pressed himself into Sirius, felt his clothed cock press over Sirius’. Sirius squeezed his eyes shut.

“Seems like someone got a little turned on listening to our friends, hm?” Remus teased, repeating his previous motion.

“Fuck off,” Sirius breathed.

“Ok, I’ll stop.” Remus stopped moving and was about to put some distance between them when Sirius reached out and gripped Remus’ waist.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

Remus smirked and pressed himself closer to Sirius. They were touching everywhere but their heads. That was the one place Remus was unsure of. Sirius could be horny as hell but that didn’t mean he wanted to kiss Remus. He could work with that though.

Remus lifted his head off the pillow and brought his lips to Sirius’ ear. “Turn over.”

Sirius didn’t hesitate. In an instant, he was facing the other way and now it was Remus’ turn to hold him by the waist. Remus pulled him closer, pressed Sirius’ ass against his dick. He moaned at the pressure.

He could still hear James and Lily, it felt as if they were getting louder. Remus leaned his head into Sirius’ neck and began kissing it, moving up, and lightly bit on his earlobe. Sirius moaned, a real one this time. Remus reached his hand further and let it land on Sirius’ stomach. He slowly moved it lower, and slipped under Sirius’ waistband. He slid his hand over to the side, avoiding the head of Sirius’ upturned dick. Slowly, he ran his fingers over the base. Sirius hissed, breathing out a fuck. Remus lightly trailed his fingers up.

“Please,” Sirius begged as a voice in the other room screamed the same word.

Remus wrapped his hand around Sirius and began stroking. Sirius was big. He pulled his hand out of Sirius’ pyjamas and Sirius whined at the loss of contact. Remus loved the sound. He hooked a finger around Sirius’ waistband and began pulling. Sirius got the message and lifted his body off the mattress so Remus could pull the bottoms off. It was hard, having only one hand available, but eventually, they got to Sirius’ mid-thigh, exposing both his dick, and his ass. Remus lifted his hand closer to Sirius’ mouth. “Spit,” he commanded, directly into Sirius’ ear. Sirius did as he was told and spit into Remus’ hand.

“Good boy.” Remus praised, bringing his hand back to Sirius’ dick. With Sirius’ spit slicking up his own dick, Remus began stroking at a faster pace than before.

“Fuck, Moons.” Sirius moaned, pressing his ass into Remus. Remus groaned. Keeping one hand around Sirius, Remus used his other one to shimmy out of his own pyjama bottoms. It was a little awkward, and unlike Sirius, he was wearing underwear as well. Eventually, they were both at his ankles and he kicked them off, losing them in the sheets.

Returning to the task at hand, Remus pressed his now naked bottom half against Sirius. They both moaned as Remus’ dick pressed between Sirius’ cheeks. Remus began thrusting, grinding his dick against Sirius as he continued to move his hand around Sirius’ cock.

The sounds from the other room were beginning to lose their rhythm, there was more urgency. Sirius moaned. “Please, I need you.”

Remus tightened his grip around Sirius. “I don’t have any - I didn’t bring -”

Sirius cut him off “I know a spell,” He pushed himself out of Remus’ grip and searched for his wand on the bedside table. He muttered something under his breath and moaned. He returned to his position, back pressed against Remus. He reached behind him and took Remus’ hand, guiding it to his hole.

Hesitantly, Remus pressed a finger against Sirius and slowly eased in. To his surprise, it slid in. Whatever that spell was, Remus was glad that he didn’t have to curse himself for not bringing lube.

“Naughty, naughty.” Remus teased, pressing more of his finger in. Sirius moaned. “Who taught you that spell, hm? Or did you look it up yourself?” He spoke into Sirius’ ear. Sirius didn’t answer. Remus slowly started thrusting his finger. “You did, didn’t you?” He kept going. “Oh Pads, what am I to do with you?”

This time Sirius answered. “Anything.”

Remus tutted, “You have to be more specific, come on,” He added a second finger.

“Everything,” Sirius moaned.

Remus started scissoring his fingers, kissing along Sirius’ neck. “You really are a naughty boy, aren’t you? Letting me finger you while we listen to our friends fucking.”

Sirius groaned in response. Remus could tell he was getting impatient. He pulled his fingers out of Sirius and gripped his own dick. He gave it a few strokes. He was a little worried about going in dry, but he could tell from his fingers that Sirius’ insides were anything but.

He pressed the tip against Sirius’ hole. Teasing him just a little longer. The sounds from James’ room were definitely getting louder. Remus was surprised they were still going, but no longer complaining.

Remus pressed into Sirius and was met with warm, wet, heat. They both moaned at the feeling. Remus pressed himself all the way in. “Fuck, you’re huge,” Sirius moaned. Remus reached his hand around and wrapped it around Sirius. He ran his fingers up to the head and was met with a surprising amount of precum.

“Fuck,” Remus moaned, stroking Sirius, using the precum as lube. Remus slightly pulled out of Sirius and eased himself back in. He started to pick up the pace, matching his thrusts with his hand.

Sirius began chanting a slur of curses, filling in the gaps from their friends on the other side of the wall. Could they hear them? Were they getting off on hearing Remus and Sirius just as they were them? Fuck. Remus found that he actually enjoyed the thought. He let go of Sirius’ dick and grabbed his hip, turning him so he was chest first on the mattress. His head to the side, flushed cheeks highlighted by the light from the window.

With a leg on either side of Sirius, Remus began thrusting, finding that this position gave him more momentum. Sirius noticed it too. “Fuck, Remus!” He all but screamed. James and Lily heard that one for sure, but there wasn’t a pause.

Remus started moving faster, Sirius was loud. Remus loved it. He loved knowing that he was the one causing those sinful sounds to drip out of Sirius’ mouth.

Sirius reached out behind him, searching for Remus’ hand. Once found, he brought up to where his hair lay spread across the pillow. Remus understood immediately, grabbing a fistful. Sirius moaned and Remus pulled harder, causing Sirius’ head to lift from the pillow.

On the other side of their shared wall, Remus could hear the chanting of don’t stop and began picking up his own pace. With his free hand, he grabbed Sirius’ waist and pulled him up so he was on his hands and knees. Remus didn’t let go of Sirius’ waist or his hair. He started thrusting faster, harder. Sirius’ dick bounced with every thrust, still leaking.

“Touch me, please, fuck,” Sirius begged between moans. Remus obeyed and reached around and under Sirius and wrapped a hand around him.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Remus and James.

“Don’t fucking stop,” Sirius and Lily.

Remus started thrusting harder. “Fuck, right there, yes, yes, yes,” Sirius moaned.

Remus let go of Sirius’ hair and his head fell forward. Remus could feel himself getting close. “Fuck, I’m going to cum, please let me cum, please, please,” Sirius started begging. Remus didn’t remember telling Sirius to wait until he was told to cum but fuck if it wasn’t hot. Remus was about to tell Sirius yes when he got an idea.

“Wait until they do. So they can hear it.”

Sirius let his arms go limp and he faceplanted into the pillow. Face down, ass up. “Hnngg.”

Remus smirked, pounding harder into Sirius’ prostate.

And then, with a loud moan, a curse, and a final bang of the headboard against the wall, the sounds came to an end. That was all he needed.

Remus sped up his hand. “You can cum now.”

Sirius let go with a mix of swears in both English and French, coating the sheets of the Potter’s guest room with his cum. The feeling of Sirius clenching around him is what tipped Remus over the edge and he came deep, and hard inside Sirius.

Remus caught his breath and slowly pulled out. Sirius winced at the feeling before extending his legs and letting them flop on the mattress, utterly spent. Remus grabbed Sirius’ wand and quickly cleaned up the mess, knowing Sirius would probably not like to fall asleep sticky with both of their cum.

Remus let himself fall into the mattress beside Sirius.

“Maybe I should sneak in here more often if that’s what’s waiting for me,” Sirius chuckled.

Remus snorted. “You say that now.”

Sirius opened his eyes in confusion.

“You seem to have forgotten that the four of us will be eating breakfast together in the morning.”

There was a pause.

“… I did forget about that part.”

Remus laughed again and closed his eyes. Finally, silence.

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i thought we had no chance (and that’s romance)

You resolve to tell Anthony about your feelings— with surprising results. (Part Two to Better Kind of Best Friend)

a/n: huge shoutout to Winnie for once again coming through with an absolutely incredible playlist!!! ily bestie 🥹

Warnings: mature content (oral (f receiving), PinV penetration, literally the softest smut y’all have ever read in your LIFE), swearing

Word count: 3.3k (omg she’s a long one)

Read Part 1 here!

Masterlist

It was finally time.

Anto had finally gotten a break from all the press, and he was coming home for a well-deserved vacation before his next project.

You had been mulling it over ever since his last… ahem, visit, and you decided that you had to tell him how you felt. It had started to hurt too much every time he left in the middle of the night, every time he unceremoniously dropped by for a quick fuck and a brief hangout before he was gone once again.

A few days after you’d resolved to tell him, the two of you had made hasty arrangements to see each other— the “hasty arrangements” being a quick series of texts sent in the middle of the night when you were feeling particularly hot and bothered, resulting in an agreement that he’d show up the next evening.

The next day, you’d spend hours mulling over what you’d say, how you’d broach the subject with him, planning for every possible rejection— not daring to let yourself even think about the possibility that he might feel the same. And that evening, there would be a knock on your door.

You jump at the rap of knuckles on wood, adjusting your cropped shirt and sleep short set and taking a deep breath before answering.

“Hey—”

The cheerful greeting dies on your lips as you take in the new addition to Anto’s appearance.

A thick, neatly trimmed beard stretches over his cheeks and chin, making his bright smile somehow appear whiter as he grins at you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says, a cheeky glint in his eye that tells you he knows exactly what you’re thinking, “So… whaddaya think?”

You step aside to let him in, still speechless. It looks fucking incredible on him, of course it does, and you can’t help but wonder what it would feel like on the sensitive skin of your neck, if it would scrape deliciously between your thighs, if it— No, you mentally scold yourself, bad Y/N. Not thinking about that right now.

“It, uh…” you swallow, your mouth suddenly dry, “You look really good, Anto.”

“Thanks, I knew you’d think so,” he grins, eyes sparkling. His hand moves towards your waist and you force yourself to step out of his reach, trying very, very hard to ignore the brief flash of hurt in his eyes.

“Actually, uh… I was hoping we could talk about something?”

“Oh, I— yeah, of course,” he says, that familiar furrow of concern appearing between his brows as you move to the couch.

“So…” you begin uncertainly; despite the hours you’d spent practicing, you were still unsure of how to start this conversation, “You know how when we started… this,” you gesture between the two of you, “neither of us was really looking for a relationship? And we agreed that it would be a good arrangement, no feelings, no messy emotions, just… stress relief, for lack of a better term.”

You wait until he nods to confirm he’s listening to continue, “And remember how… we’d been friends for so long, we were sure neither one of us would ever want more…”

He nods again slowly, as if he sees where you’re going with this but wants to wait until you confirm it.

“Well— I, um…” You take a deep breath, determinedly avoiding his gaze as you steel yourself, “I guess my heart didn’t really get the memo because, uh… I’ve been seriously falling for you for a while now.”

You clamp down on your bottom lip as your whole body tenses, bracing yourself for the end of one of the longest and best friendships you’d ever had.

“Y/N…” He breathes, his fingertips grazing yours, “I— please tell me you mean that. Please tell me it hasn’t just been me.”

Wait, what?

Your head snaps up, your bewildered eyes meeting his own tender gaze.

“Anto, what do you—”

“I’ve been head over fucking heels for you, Y/N,” he says softly, thumb stroking over the back of your hand, “for… frankly, longer than I care to admit.”

“Wait, I—” your brain scrambles to process his confession, your heart melting as you realize he truly does feel the same, “You mean all this time we could’ve been—”

You’re not sure when you moved so close to Anto, but now there’s barely an inch of space between the two of you as your clasped hands rest on your legs.

“I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, Y/N,” he says softly, tender brown eyes locked on your features, “but you seemed happy with what we had, and I didn’t want to put our friendship at risk—”

“I felt exactly the same,” you say, voices overlapping, “I hated the thought of ruining what we had.”

“Seems like if we had just talked about this a little sooner we could’ve been enjoying more than our current arrangement,” Anto says with a soft smile.

Your heart melts at the overflowing love in his expression as his hand comes up to cup your cheek— how had you not seen it before?

“Maybe we could start by making up for lost time,” you say softly, your eyes flicking down to his plush lips.

With a slight nod, Anto slowly leans in, pausing to meet your eyes as your noses brush as if to make doubly sure that this is really what you want before carefully slotting his lips to yours.

His lips are exactly as soft against yours as you’d imagined them to be, and you can’t help but let out a contented little sigh as your hands come up to cup his face.

What you aren’t prepared for, however, is the slight tickling sensation that accompanies his beard, and you pull away with a soft squeal, face slightly scrunched up.

The concern on his face is immediate.

“No, no, I just—” you scramble to assure him through your smile before Anto can say anything, your thumbs stroking through the surprisingly soft hair covering his cheeks, “It tickles.”

He huffs out a soft laugh, pulling away teasingly, “You know, I don’t have to—”

“Excuse me,” you grin, raising an eyebrow, “When did I say I wanted you to stop?”

His lips land back on yours with a laugh, your heart turning impossibly light as you feel him smiling into the kiss. Anto’s arm — the one with the hand not tenderly cupping your cheek as if you were made of porcelain — winds around your back, pulling you closer as one of your hands finds its way into his hair.

You’re truly not sure how long you stay like that — could be minutes, could be hours — but at some point you end up straddling him, hands buried in his luscious hair as his arms squeeze you tight against him, hands roaming all over your body.

You don’t even realize you’ve begun to slowly rock against him until his breath hitches and he pulls away.

You freeze, terrified you’ve done something wrong.

“What, what is it?”

“Nothing, darling, nothing,” he assures you, and you melt at the pet name as he continues, “I just… If you want to… If we’re gonna do this— not that we have to, of course, but if we are, I… I wanna do it properly. Not on your couch, as delightful as that may be,” he finishes with a soft smile, searching your gaze intently.

You smile, toying with the curls at the nape of his neck, your nose brushing his as you whisper “I do want to.”

Reluctantly, you extricate yourself from his embrace, leaning to press one more tender kiss to his lips as he stands before guiding him to your bedroom.

You turn to him as he enters, a sudden nervousness overwhelming you as it hits you that this is really happening.

The pure love and adoration shining on his face as you face him, however, banishes any trace of anxiety. You melt into his touch as he cups your face, his thumb stroking tenderly along your cheek.

“I fucking adore you,” he breathes.

And then his mouth is on yours, and your mind is empty of everything but him.

His free hand slides down to rest on your hip, using the slightest pressure to pull you flush against him. The kiss deepens, and your hands slip under his shirt, trailing across his warm skin, playing a sort of blind connect-the-dots with the freckles dotted haphazardly along his back.

Smiling against your lips, Anto takes the hint, breaking the kiss just long enough for you to remove his shirt, your hands roaming gently over the newly-exposed skin as your lips reconnect.

You barely stifle a gasp as his fingertips leave your cheek to trail along the exposed skin between your shirt and shorts to grasp the hem of your crop top.

He pulls away briefly, a question in his eyes that he doesn’t even need to ask out loud before you’re nodding, a breathy yes leaving your lips.

Your shirt joins his on your bedroom floor, and he takes a moment to take in your figure, eyes dragging over you appreciatively.

“You,” he says softly, sincerely, as he leans in to reconnect your lips once more, “are absolutely beautiful, darling.”

He slowly walks you backwards as the kiss deepens, tongues dancing. He gently lays you down when the backs of your knees hit the bed, keeping your lips connected as he moves to hover over you.

He pulls away, just enough to take in your features with what looks like awe shining in his eyes.

“Hi,” you say softly— as if speaking too loudly will ruin the magic of this moment you’ve waited so long for.

He grins.

“Hi.”

And then his lips are back on yours for a tender, heated kiss before making a slow path across your cheek, down your jaw, to your neck.

You let out a sound that’s something between a sigh and a whine, relishing in the feeling of his lips on your skin but the slow pace driving you positively mad.

He chuckles against the sensitive spot just below your ear, making you gasp.

“Sweetheart, let me enjoy this— I didn’t get to appreciate it properly before,” he murmurs, “I promise I’ll give you what you want, just be patient.”

You’ve barely nodded your consent before his mouth is on you once more, kissing and sucking and grazing his teeth all along your skin, the beard adding a layer of sensation that has goosebumps rippling up along your arms. Your hand finds its way up to grip his thick waves, throwing your head back to expose more skin for him to mark up, letting out a moan as his lips track over as much of you as he can reach.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so…” he murmurs, moving to nibble along your collarbone, then further south still to kiss along the tops of your breasts, “soft.”

You can only sigh his name as he mouths along your breasts, gently capturing your nipple as he swirls his tongue around you. You let out a soft cry, arching into him as he pulls away to repeat the gentle motion on your other breast, drawing out more soft sighs and gasps from you.

Your fingers rake through his hair as he pulls away to mouth down the valley between your breasts, marveling at the view before you. Sure, you’d done this plenty of times before, but it was never this… gentle, this intimate.

Anto looks up to meet your eyes as his lips continue their path down your body, the heat in them still present but softer, somehow. Like a warm hearth on a cold winter night compared to the blazing wildfire of lust you were used to.

“You’re so pretty,” you murmur as you push back a strand of hair from his forehead, so soft you’re not sure if you even mean for him to hear it.

He does, though, and you can feel him smiling as he kisses his way down your stomach.

“So are you, my love.”

The words send butterflies flurrying throughout your stomach, the feeling of which only intensifies as he presses gentle kisses along the skin just above the waistband of your shorts.

“Anto…” His name leaves your mouth in a pleading sigh, and he hums his acknowledgment as his fingers glide up to toy with your waistband.

“Can I, sweetheart?” He murmurs against your skin, and you nod furiously, certain that if you hear one more sweet pet name come out of his mouth you’re going to die on the spot.

You lift your hips as he eases your shorts off of you, a groan leaving him at the sight of the lacy underwear covering your core.

“Never got to tell you this before the way I wanted to, but you are so,” he mumbles, brushing a quick kiss to your core over the increasingly damp fabric covering it, “so beautiful, honey.”

He slowly removes your underwear, adding them to the growing pile of clothes before brushing gentle kisses up your thighs.

Well, you were right.

The beard did feel utterly perfect on your thighs.

You sigh his name desperately, tugging gently at his hair. “Want your mouth on me, please, baby.”

His pretty brown eyes, pupils blown wide, meet yours as, with one final kiss to the soft flesh of your thigh, he lowers his mouth to you, licking deep into your folds.

You cry out his name, fumbling praises tumbling from your lips as he finds each and every spot to make you moan, his thumb moving up to gently circle your clit.

Your whines reach a fever pitch, and Anto murmurs sweetly against you as he recognizes the signs of you reaching the edge.

“C’mon, honey, please, wanna taste you. Lemme make my girl feel good, please cum for me sweetheart, please—”

Your world goes white, and when you come back to yourself, you feel Anto pressing gentle kisses to your thighs, mumbling sweet nothings against your skin.

You reach down to stroke through his hair as he meets your eyes with a smile.

“You alright, sweetheart?”

“I’m perfect,” you sigh.

“Good,” he murmurs, moving to hover over you once more, brushing gentle kisses all over your skin as he goes, “because I really, really need to be inside you.”

You just barely stifle a moan as you feel the telltale bulge brushing against your thigh.

With one final kiss to your lips, he shifts off of you to shed his pants and boxers, retrieving another familiar foil packet from his pocket.

“Came prepared,” he quips with a wink, making you giggle.

You sit up, gesturing for him to hand it to you.

He hesitates for a moment.

“Y/N, I don’t… I want this to be different than the other times, sweet girl. You don’t have to—”

You promptly silence him with a kiss, plucking the foil from his hand.

“I want to,” you assure him as you pull away, gently rolling the latex onto him, your fingers brushing against him in a way that has his eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he hisses, moving to hover over you once more as you lay down, his nose brushing yours, “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

You merely pull him down into another kiss, smiling against his lips.

Anthony keeps his lips connected to yours, deepening the kiss as he slowly drags his length through your slick folds, your breath hitching as the tip of his cock snags against your entrance.

He pulls away briefly to scan your face.

“You ready, darling?”

“Yes,” you say softly, thumb stroking gently over his beard.

Soft brown eyes remain locked on yours as he slowly pushes into you, noses brushing, breaths mingling.

Anto pauses once he’s fully entered you, panting. “God, you feel… fucking perfect, sweetheart.”

You can only whine, murmuring vague praise in response.

After a moment, he slowly pulls out and thrusts back into you, beginning the gentle push and pull towards ecstasy.

Your breaths become heavier, Anto panting sweet praises with his breath hot against your cheek until his mouth crashes once more onto yours.

Your lips remain locked in a tender kiss as Anto continues his slow thrusts into you— he said he wanted it to be different than the other times and it is.

There’s no lips mouthing roughly at your skin, no teeth scraping against your collarbone, no fast, sweaty thrusts designed to get you both off as fast as possible. This is… tender, this is intimate, this is everything you’d been wanting since you first realized you had feelings for him.

It’s… perfect.

“I love you, darling,” Anto sighs against your lips, every inch of his warm body pressed against yours, “I love you so, so much, Y/N.”

Your breath catches, overcome with emotion for a moment before you reply softly, earnestly, “I love you too, Anto. God, I’ve wanted to say that for so long, I love you, I love you, I love you…”

Your voice trails off as he captures your lips once more in a tender kiss, and…

Now. Now it was perfect.

“Anto…” you sigh into his mouth, a warning as you feel a familiar tension building within you.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he pants in a strangled voice, “Me too, ‘m almost there.”

His thrusts speed up the tiniest bit, your toes curling as he hits your G-spot repeatedly.

“Ant—” you gasp, your grip on him tightening as you feel yourself about to tip over the edge, “oh, fuck, Anto, ‘m gonna—”

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he pants softly in your ear, “Wanna feel you come on my cock, angel, please, ‘m right behind you—”

You shatter as your second orgasm crashes over you, tucking your face into Anthony’s neck to muffle your cries. Several erratic thrusts later, he follows suit, spilling into the condom with a cry as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, lips brushing tenderly against your skin.

He slumps against you, both of you attempting to catch your breath as he gently pulls out of you with a sweet kiss to your nose.

“Was that—” he asks softly, still gasping slightly for air, “Was that okay?”

You hum softly, eyes tracing over each one of his beautiful features.

“It was perfect, Anto. Absolutely perfect.”

“I’m glad, my love,” He grins, dipping to capture your lips in a tender kiss before standing and discreetly disposing of the condom in your en-suite.

You make grabby hands for him as he returns, and he gladly climbs back into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

He presses his lips to your temple, fingers tracing gentle patterns over your exposed skin.

“I meant what I said, you know. I really do—” His breath catches as you look up at him, eyes wide and soft. “I love you. So, so much Y/N. I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.”

“I love you too, Anthony,” you murmur, a rare use of his full name slipping out, usually reserved for important moments, or when you’re mad at him. Right now, it’s the former. You want to say something else, but your eyes are growing heavier by the minute, so you settle for brushing your lips tenderly against his cheek as sleep overtakes you.

Just before you fully lose consciousness, you feel him press his lips firmly to your temple, smiling against your skin, and you can’t help but smile as you fall contently into sleep.

You spend the night sound asleep in Anthony’s arms, secure in the knowledge that he’ll still be there when you wake.

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