#''i've had a hard week i deserve to get soft'' + ''feeling so beautiful; don't wake me up from this spell i'm under if i'm still breathing''

[whimsicalcotton]

more experimenting feat. rach

[pedgito]

need me some slow, romantic, maybe a little rough, sex with our baby boy boyfriend tom pls (only if you feel so inclined)

author's note: this is just...yeah. we can all dream.

cw: 18+ (minors dni) established relationship, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, face slapping/grabbing, the soft rough sex i’ve ever written

word count: 3.7k

Tom's voice is muffled in the valley of your breasts, still covered by the frilly lace of your bra. Your shirt is shoved to the side, along with most of his clothes, both of you having haphazardly undressed, too eager to touch one another, skin to skin.

He's been planning for a week, trying to get everything just right, all the small details - setting the mood, as he calls it - all for it to end up crumbling as soon as he woke up that morning.

The restaurant he'd made reservations at? Closed. The sunny, bright weather he had expected? Overshadowed and overcasted by rain. He even called off today—which was quickly ruined by a phone call begging him to fill in for a sudden no-show. He's been running on empty most of the afternoon into the evening and by the time you step foot into his caravan you can see it.

He's done. So utterly done that he can't even think of an apology. But, he doesn't need one.

There was this outstanding expectation that he needed to get your one year anniversary perfect, a fear of dropping the ball and disappointing you, that you might find some reason to leave him.

Everyone left him; that wasn't a secret. It's why he's secluded himself away here. He wasn't unhappy, it was nice here—but things could be better.

You shush his apologies as he speaks against your chest, hands running a fury of waves along your skin, up your side and down toward your thigh, hooking your leg over his hip and widening his legs, rubbing his cock against your middle, finding him as hard as you'd expected.

He's begging for it—to be with you, to have his way with you.

"God, really fuckin' need you," He sighs, lips dragging along your collarbone and toward your clavicle, trailing until he reaches your lips, pulling you into a deep, searing kiss, "you look beautiful."

"I've got no makeup on and I ran over here after my shower," You respond, a giggle in the back of your throat, "I'm in my pajamas, christ—Tom, are you alright?"

"Tried to make things perfect for you," He admits, pulling back slightly to look at you, the low light of his trailer and the television screen in the corner of the room illuminating his face, the soft cupid bow of his lips jutting out as he pouts, "didn't even cook you a proper dinner."

"We can eat later," You assure him, even though it's nearing close to ten and the only place open was a twenty minute drive, "I'll cook or something, it's not a big deal."

"You deserve it." Tom says sternly, brow furrowing in response to your carefree attitude. "This sucks, doesn't it?"

"It'd be a lot less sucky if you'd fuck me," You respond bluntly, "had a long day, don't care about the fuckin' food. I just want you."

"Yeah?" His eyes light up—you were the remedy to it all.

"Need you," You say softly, pulling at his shirt, fingers fisting into the ends until you can yank it over his head, "want you inside me."

"But, I wanted to—"

"Tom, for my sanity," Your eyebrows raise in annoyance, begging him to skip the sweet gesture of going down on you—as much as you enjoyed it, you'd much rather have his cock inside you, "please?"

Now, preferably.

He's got enough sense to pull your underwear off, rather than push them aside. Most of the time, it's fumbling, rushed quickies between shifts because you're both too insatiable to avoid each other and Tom's too impatient to get you fully undressed.

He's not surprised that you're already wet, his cock springing free from his own underwear as he navigates it down his hips and off, settling between your legs again with a soft nudge to the line of your cunt, the head of his cock pressing gently, catching your clit.

You grumble, a quiet noise that Tom otherwise wouldn't hear if it weren't for how still the air was outside, aside from the occasional howl out in the distance. He gets the idea though, wasting no more time to press inside you.

The fit is tight, a little resistant at first, a result of your impatience. A slow rock of Tom's hips does the trick, easing inside of you like home and your collective sighs filling the air.

He's got his hands locked under your knees, rubbing at the sensitive skin in the joint there as he holds them close to his body, a little higher than his hips so the angle feels deeper, more intense. Your open palm presses against his chest, fingers dragging against the thin patch of hair in the center, catching on the silver pendant hanging around his neck.

"S'this what you needed?" Tom asks, a warmness to his voice that only came in moments like these, rough around the edges from the strain his pleasure held on him.

You nod eagerly, a small gasp leaving your mouth as he folds you in more, angling his hips deeper. He opts for his hands pressed into the sheets on either side of you, your legs still secured tightly around him. You clench, an involuntary action caused by the quick switch in position, his cock hitting some deep spot inside you that makes you want to curl in on yourself.

"Oh, fuck," Tom curses, eyes falling shut for a brief moment before flicking up toward you, "love, we talked about that."

You're lost, drowning in the high of your own pleasure, so much so that his words don't even register, nodding absently in an attempt to seem coherent. You do it again, a little less on accident as your fingers wrap around his tensed forearms and squeeze, his pace quickening slightly at the tight squeeze of your cunt.

"Hey, you listenin' to me?" Tom asks, a tinge of impatience in his tone.

"Mhm, yeah." You answer idly.

You weren't. At all.

He's got his eyes on you again, contorted in a mix of confusion and frustration as his thrusts slow, a hand coming to reach for you face, chin squeezed between his fingertips as he forces your attention.

"Wanna try that again?" Tom asks, a subtle smirk crossing his features. "S'goin' on with you?"

You shake your head carefully, still caught in his firm grip.

"I'm fine," You insist, "jus' really needed you. This."

And frankly, you wanted to lose yourself a bit. Forget about everything going on, all the stress and worry—be with Tom in this moment and enjoy it. But, he worries, he cares. It takes a moment for it to click, the impish, needy look on your face, begging without saying the words.

Tom didn't often try and get rough. He enjoyed the soft, intense slowness of sex. Two people holding on, grabbing and squeezing and feeling one another. He'd bury his head into the crevice of your neck and listen to the small sounds you made, soft moans and little squeaks of pleasure when he felt his own orgasm approaching, pace quickening until it consumed you both.

Your eyes fall shut, a long sigh on your lips as he leans up, hands returning to your knees and spreading your thighs further apart. There's a soft cry that leaves you, his palms spreading out over your stomach, all warm and calloused, rough from his job and the occasional working out that he did. He squeezes your waist, silently asking you to keep your legs spread open like this, pulling you back against his cock until the force is scooting you up the bed a fraction with every thrust, cries quickly turning into loud, unconstrained moans.

"Look at me." He pleads, crestfallen when you shake your head.

"C—can't," You argue, seeing stars behind your eyelids, "s'too much."

Tom quirks his head slightly, feeling annoyed, selfishly, that he can't have you look at him. He's not one to force or demand or give ultimatums but he needs it. He stops dead in his tracks, sacrificing his own need for release to get what he wants.

You sigh, frustrated, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands.

"M'not asking." He tells you, "I can stop, if we need to."

Your eyes quickly retch open, staring back in bereavement.

"Fucks gotten into you?" You ask, taking a full body glance at the man before you—the man currently seethed inside you. His chest is flushed a deep red, rising and falling quickly. His lips are parted, brow furrowed in annoyance but his eyes still soft. "S'gonna be like that?"

"If it needs to be," Tom counters, shrugging slightly, "—does it?"

You huff, "You're getting teazy, stop it."

Tom laughs at that, a short chuckle through his nose as he moves his hips an inch, settling back into a slow rhythm.

And he almost - almost - believes that you can follow through, but when things settle back into a comfortable pace, you're right back to your previous state, eyes closed in an attempt to block out the distractions, feel him.

He's reaching a boiling point, grabbing your face roughly in an attempt to catch your attention, but when it doesn't, he tries a different method. It's not the first time he's gotten rough, per-say, but it's a far cry from what you're used to—and it isn't until his hand comes down in a sharp slap across your face that you're realizing how much you don't really mind it.

It's not aggressive or harsh, but a solid reminder of what he's asking - no, demanding - of you. And you can see the instant regret on his face when your eyes open, widened slightly at the shock of it all. It's tense, his eyes searching desperately until you can't help but laugh, hands covering your mouth in an attempt to quiet yourself.

"Fuck, that's—sorry," Tom spills out, prying you hands away gently to rub at the spot, face hot from the sting, "that was - too much, wasn't it?"

You shake your head hesitantly, actually thinking it over—Tom was good at making you feel safe, even now, and if you couldn't have a small change in dynamics when it came to sex, then what was the point? And it doesn't snuff the fact that you definitely didn't hate it, at all.

"Do it again?" You asks softly, Tom sharing your confusion and amusement now as his hand pulls back, balls up into a tight fist and unfurls.

"Are you—you're okay with that?" Tom asks.

"You're not trying to hurt me, are you?" You ask assuredly. Tom doesn't waste a second, shaking his head. "Then?"

"But I mean—it does hurt, doesn' it?"

You shrug, "Feels kinda good," You smile, giggling at his quick change in expression, something hiding deep behind his eyes, "you wanna make me feel good, yeah?"

Tom snorts out a short laugh, your cheeky and nefarious behavior easing his worries. "Always."

"So," You start, baring your chin up slightly, heels digging into his ass as you pull him in against you, his thrusts having slowed to a stop again after he's momentary freak out, "do it - again."

Tom grunts softly, forced forward and nearly falling over you in the process. He laughs again, a soft sound as he runs tenderly at your chin bared before him, pulling his hand back gently to give you a soft slap against your cheek.

Your eyes narrow, sighing and resting back fully into your pillow. He didn’t have it in him, clearly—not when he’s being put on the spot. 

“Really, that's all you got?” You say patronizingly, “M’not gonna break, Tom—I’m asking for it.”

He slaps you suddenly, without warning, hair fanning across your face. It’s exhilarating, heart racing in your chest as you gasp, surprised by the sudden strike. There’s an involuntary clench around his cock at the action, that pit in your group igniting again, his hips rocking slowly.

You nod slightly, which is a good a sign as any. His day had been awful, you could see it. It's not like you're asking him to take it out on you—use you in ways you would've never imagine otherwise, but it feels like fair play. You were just as frustrated, if not more, dealing with unruly and inconsiderate people all day.

Usually you would opt toward complaining and venting at one another, not arguing, rather just telling each other about your day - though, vividly and animatedly. But, considering the circumstances, the importance surrounding the day; it felt okay.

He snaps his hips once, roughly, a small yelp escaping you.

Tom smirks, a small chuckle coming from behind his grin.

"You like that?" Tom asks, knowing full well of your answer. He does it once more, timing it with another quick slap to the opposite side of your face.

His eyes light up when your tongue pokes at your cheek, daring him to do more. "Fuck, you're not real, you know that?"

"I'm right here, you fucker," You snark, mouth splitting into a smile when he shakes his head, "yeah, yeah—I get it, Tom."

He's poured his heart out to you more than once, little was left to be said that you didn't already know. Tom truly couldn't believe that you were real some days, a tangible person in front of him, one that often woke up beside him in bed and cuddled into his side, all warm and soft and mumbling to yourself in your sleep.

Tom buries his face into your neck for a brief moment, continuing his sharp, rough thrusts as he fists the fabric beside your head, rutting into you in a way that felt animalistic, the sharp jut of his pubic bone rubbing against your clit, the sound of skin slapping harshly against skin. The comforter had fell to the floor at some point, along with your clothes, and you whine, nails digging into Tom's skin when he hits the perfect point inside of you, his hand shooting to your hip to keep you there, still you.

"Got an idea," He rushes out, sounding breathless, "turn around."

And as argumentative as you like to be, not a word is said. You scramble shifting around until your on your belly, Tom's hand reaching under your thigh to pull your ass upright, the other smoothing down your back until he's got you in a position that pleases him, his hips rocking slowly against your backside, not entering, but nearly.

"You'll tell me if you don't like something, right?" It's a check in, a silent warning that things might reach a boundary you couldn't handle. But, you trusted Tom—you'd repeat it until you were blue in the face.

"I trust you." You respond, it's not what he's looking for.

His hand fists your hair, wrangling your head until the left side of your face is shoved into the mattress, giving you a side glance at him, though it's uncomfortable to make the effort to look. You huff gently, his eyebrows raising in question.

He didn't need to speak.

"Yes—yes, I'll tell you. Of course." You assure him, a surge of pride mirroring his satisfaction as he releases his hold, though lacking the normal gentleness.

"Good, good," He murmurs to himself, a strong grip on your hips as he presses into you, sliding back inside with ease, but his pace is nothing but easy, "stay like that."

You nod, breath hot and wet against the sheets as he holds you at an angle that feels painful - it should feel painful - but it's a dull ache in comparison to how good everything else feels. You cry, throwing caution to the window when you stifle the noise into the sheets, turning your head slightly.

“Hey,” His voice is a warning, tense as he yanks your head back to the side, squeezed between his fingertips as he forces your mouth open, “fuck did I just say, love?”

“Sorry,” You gasp out, garbled by the tight grip he had, “I’m—‘m sorry, Tom.”

He watches you carefully, thrusts deepening and his brow furrowing slightly, feeling you tightening around him, the small inclination that you were getting close.

His thumb catches your bottom lip, rubbing at the softness of it and thinking about how they always taste softly of mint, obsessively reapply your chapstick in fear of chapped lips. It did it’s job, at least.

“Are you?” Tom challenges, thumb slipping past your bottom row of teeth and over your tongue, “Are you really?”

You nod, a needy movement that has you wiggling back against his cock, changing the angle immensely.

Tom groans deeply, switching out his thumb for his pointer and middle, “Suck.” He orders, your mouth closing around his fingers without question.

He watches carefully, mouth parted at the sight because even with him buried inside of you, your mouth still drives him mad. He pulls away after a moment, feeling the wetness was sufficient enough and angles his hand until he can press them against your clit, the sound that escapes you is nothing short of rewarding for him.

“Hey, huh uh,” He chides, “no coming until I say you can.”

“That’s not fuckin’ fair.” You nearly shout, rearing back in an attempt to look at him. The hand not busy working you to the brink fists your hair, forcing you back down into the pillow, allowing Tom to easily overpower you.

“Say the words,” Tom says, “we can stop.”

Just a few simple pleas, a snap of your fingers, it would all be over. Tom would have you back under him, on your back, whispering all the sweetest words he could muster but that’s not what you’re looking for. You can play the game for now, allow him the little fun he seeks from it.

You shake your head stubbornly, gasping inwardly when his fingers speed up, the soft pad of his fingertips swirling over your clit until you’re white knuckling the sheet, gasping on nothing but stale air - and he’s pulling back.

It’s torture. Actual, full on, torture.

He notices you trying to make the effort, eyebrows creased in concentration and annoyance, that ache in your gut growing stronger and stronger until it hurt. But, he’s not as unreadable either, his thrusts faltering slightly as your bodies fall, his front pressed tightly against your back, hot and sweaty bodies molding together.

You can’t be bothered to complain.

His arm is still tucked tight under you, circling your clit gently as you come back down from the near orgasm, stopping every so often until he sees your face relax, another subtle nod his direction.

“God, feel so good around me,” Tom sighs, teeth digging into your shoulder lightly, muffling whatever sounds followed, “fuck—gonna let me come inside, yeah?”

“S’dangerous.” You mumble, still, your mind throwing all precaution to the window.

“Fuck it—let me,” Tom begs, “S’just this once.”

You sigh softly, nodding despite your best interests.

“Don’t worry, love,” Tom assures you, “I’ll go out and buy the pill—s’much as I’d love seeing you like that m’not ready either.”

The heavier his slurs get, the closer he is - that and he’s panting loudly into your skin, broken gasps when you squeeze him just right.

“Gonna let you come,” Tom starts, “but you’ve gotta ask.”

“Tom.” You pout, bottom lip jutting out slightly. He can see it, but barely—the light in the overhead fixture is nearly out of juice, but if he squints, he can see you pretty well.

“Humor me?” Tom asks softly, “Please?”

And if there were any way to bring Tom back into himself, it was you. So, you throw on some of the theatrics for his sake.

“Oh—okay. Fuck, Tom—“ A sharp gasp, hand reaching between you and the sheets to grasp his wrist, the loose and languid circles quickly become a less of that and more determined—now that gasp, it’s genuine, “I’m right there—let me, can I—can I come, please?”

“Yes,” He nods furiously, “please—need to feel you come around my cock, love.”

Tom’s vision nearly whites out and he swears he loses consciousness for a moment, his fingers coming to a stop as he comes soon after, your body still thrumming with the aftershocks while he’s buried deep inside of you, spilling all he had to offer.

He groans long and loud, “Fuckfuck, oh my—please turn over, please—“

It’s clumsy but you manage, the ache in your hips noticeable as you flip over, quickly consumed by Tom’s lips pressed against your skin, like he’s trying to nuzzle into you and make a home. He moans, a soft sound, and it’s endearing.

“Hey, hey—“ You nudge, his head tilting up until you can barely see his eyes, before he’s hiding his face again and continuing his prior actions, mouthing a slow line of open-mouthed kisses along your neck, “Tom, seriously.”

He sighs - like a kid not getting their way.

“You got me all hungry now.” You complain.

Tom chuckles to himself, turning up to rest fully against you, head propped in his open palm, elbow resting in the small gap of your arm and your body. He grips your face gently with his free hand, shaking your face playfully.

“Worked up an appetite, huh?” Tom teases, “Whaddya say, takeout and a movie?”

You giggle softly, leaning your head down to kiss the small sliver of skin that connects his thumb and pointer finger before nodding in response.

“And then a little more of that.” You suggest, his face lighting up at the admission.

“Enjoyed it, didn’t ya?”

Tom really shouldn’t be as excited as he is, but it’s new and thrilling and part of the reason he just can’t enough of you.

“Too much.” You admit freely.

And Tom would take a million bad days if it meant he could have this, with you.

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[ashprince-of-bel-air]

Please write a part 2 for my Geraldus request 😍 Only if you don't mind of course! Thanks!

Once again, in a shocking turn of events I cannot sleep. Please enjoy what I've just written, although I do apologise if there are any spelling mistakes, I've written this at 2am in the notes section on my phone. Also 18+, contains smut 😬

The night waned in for a few more hours, you drank and made yourself merry amongst many of your friends, this was a night of celebration after all. In the corner of the tavern Geraldus would drink and talk with a small company of people, his eyes would flit towards you often, wanting to make sure you were okay, and keeping in mind the unspoken offer that you had with him, his mind racing at the fact you even wanted him.

As the night began to die down and people began to leave the tavern you once again bumped into Geraldus, there was not not many of you left in the establishment so it was inevitable you would wind up next to him once again. The alcohol stirring in your system made you merry, a soft rosy glow adorned your cheeks as you smiled at him, happy from the night you had spent with your friends, exchanging stories and laughter. As you stood next to Geraldus your hand found it's way to his arm, gently squeezing it as you spoke to him, silently in awe of the muscles underneath the armour, you were shocked that this tall skinny looking man had even the tiniest shred of muscle.

"So Geraldus, have you had a nice night?" Your voice was soft and your question was genuine, after all he had been through in these last few weeks, watching his own comrades be slaughtered and then help defeat the Netherbrain with you, a good and happy night is what he deserved.

"Urm, yes.. yes it has been a wonderful night." His smile was nervous and shaky as he spoke to you, a blush threatened to spread on his cheeks as he looked down to see your hand on his arm. "And you, my lady?.... You looked to have had a wonderful night"

A soft smile and slight blush broke across your cheeks, you chuckled and avoided eye contact, not wanting to show that him calling you 'my Lady' had such an effect on you in this moment.

"Yes Geraldus, it has been a lovely night, in fact I was wondering if you would like to join me upstairs for a glass of wine?" You tried to make your voice sound sultry, yet it did not come out as so, your voice cracked and showed your nervous demeanour, revealing your true feelings about this exchange, you liked the Harper and could not keep your emotions fully in check around him.

The question threw Geraldus off, you had implied earlier you wanted more, that was why he stayed, yet it still shocked him nontheless when you asked him to join you in your room. "Oh... Urm... I-i think that would be lovely" Geraldus coughed and cleared his throat, stuttering as he finally answered you, he wanted to join you, whether the wine or not was real or just an excuse to get away he did not care.

His nervous reply was so endearing to you, your smile was genuine and you wanted to kiss him right there. You placed your empty glass down and with your now free hand you grabbed one of his, chuckling softly at the blush that spread across his face from your touch alone. A gentle tug was all that was needed to get him to follow you, leading the way up the stairs in the tavern to the grandiose room you were staying in. Being the new hero of Baldur's Gate had it's perks and one of them was this stunning room that you were now staying in, an en suite with a beautiful feather bed was bliss to you after your months sleeping on the hard floor on the road.

You both entered the room and Geraldus closed the door quietly behind you, watching you as you released his hand and wandered around the room, stretching your arms above your head as you made your way over to a carafe of wine. The moonlight streamed through the windows, catching your skin as you walked through it's glow, making you look even more enchanting in his mind, the way the iridescent glow of the moon bounced off your skin was enrapturing to him, his eyes transfixed on you as you poured two glasses of wine.

With the two glasses of wine in hand you looked towards a stunned Geraldus, smiling once again at his reaction to you, his big wet eyes were transfixed on you and you could not help but find it so endearing, you nodded your head towards the small balcony adjoining your room, you wanted to have a drink under the moonlight with him. It took a second for Geraldus to compose himself before he came forth the join you, taking the glass of wine from you with a shaky smile.

You both stood under the soft glow of the moonlight, leaning against the iron bars of the balcony that overlooked the streets below.

"Thank you for joining me Geraldus" you turned to him and smiled, taking a drink of wine to steel your own nervous thoughts, you had fought monsters and Netherbrains but for some reason being this close to Geraldus alone was making you nervous. You moved your gaze back to the open streets below, watching the city bustle away even at this hour.

Geraldus leant beside you against the balcony, your shoulders barely touching as he took a gulp of wine for courage. "Thank you for inviting me, my lady" his voice was soft and sincere, making you blush at the name 'my Lady' the way he spoke those words was with reverence, making you feel warm inside, the fact he was stood so close to you did not help as your blood rushed to your face.

Moments pass in blissful silence as you drink your wine and enjoy each others company, watching the world pass by below. It was not long before you both finished your glasses of wine, the drink only adding to your buzz from the drinks you had had downstairs previously. You placed both of your glasses on a nearby table before taking your position against Geraldus at the balcony once again, this time leaning your head on his shoulder and sighing contentedly. This action shocked Geraldus, but spurred on but the alcohol in his veins he took his chance and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you tightly against him, kissing the top of your head gently as he did so.

Being enveloped in his arms and his soft kiss elicited a soft sigh from you, you had always been a fierce woman but now this usually shy man had you sighing and going weak in his arms. Wanting to take back your control you spun around in his grasp, your back now against the railing, your body pressed against his in front of you. Words were not exchanged between the two of you, just a look of longing from his beautiful brown doe eyes was enough to make you melt as he stared down at you.

Your hands cupped his face and pulled it down towards your own, kissing him passionately. Geraldus' hands fumbled slightly, shocked at this current gesture, it only took a few moments until his hands found their way onto your hips, squeezing your soft delicate skin as he tried to ground himself, making sure that this was real and taking the opportunity to explore your body. The kiss was passionate on both parts, once Geraldus had accustomed himself to the situation it did not take him long to adjust, pressing himself against you as he kissed you desperately. You moaned softly as you felt him on you, holding you against the balcony edge, your hands moving from his face to feeling the hard edges of his body, he was not a largely built man but you could feel the leam muscles of his body under his clothes.

The kiss lasted a few minutes before you broke it, your intention to move this towards the soft feather bed. As you broke the kiss you heard a soft whimper from Geraldus, clearly not ready to have the intimacy broken just yet. You chuckled softly and placed your hands on his chest, pushing him backwards through the balcony doors until you reached the edge of the bed, making him sit down on it. As he sat before you on the bed, his eyes wet with longing, you removed your dress, baring your body to him for a few seconds as you mounted his lap. Your lips found his own once again and now you felt his long slender fingers tracing the skin on your back making you shiver against him.

Geraldus' hands were on you and were hungrily travelling over your skin, wanting to take in all of it and commit it to memory. The kiss went on passionately, your hands eventually found the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head quickly, making sure not to break the kiss for too long. His chest was now bare against yours, you pressed yourself against him, wanting to feel his bare skin. As you pressed against him his body fell backwards into the bed, you now laying on top of him, straddling his waist.

As you were mounting him you could feel his excitement, his surprisingly long length was straining against his pants and digging into your thigh, the mere feel of it was enough to make you moan and grind against it, wordlessly asking for permission to touch him. Geraldus whimpered as he felt you grind against him, his hands now gripping your thighs for dear life, begging you to give him relief, begging you to touch him.

Your lips left his and found your way to his neck, kissing softly as your hands travelled down his body until you reached his pants. There your hands trembled as you unlaced them, tugging them down slightly, feeling his erect self spring forth. You stroked him gently, kissing his neck softly you could feel the moans vibrating in his throat, he was desperate for you.

A few teasing strokes was all you could manage, you wanted him just as much as he was craving you. You lifted yourself up slightly and began to position him before you, gently swiping his tip along your slick wet folds, an action that caused you to moan as well. You slowly lowered yourself onto him, shocked as his girth stretched you, relishing the feeling of it. You could feel his hands grip the top of your thighs, squeezing tightly as your walls stretched around him.

Once you had fully taken him you began to move, a gentle motion back and forth to begin with, you wanted to savour the feeling, trying hard not to be motivated by the pleasure that was begining to pool inside of you. As you rocked your hips back and forth Geraldus sat up and stroked his hands up to your hips. His lips found yours and began to kiss you hungrily, his hands found your hips, gripping tightly as he helped you move and forced you to pick up speed on top of him, the slow tease wss too much for him now and he wanted you desperately.

Moaning against his lips you obliged his request, kissing back hungrily you rocked your body back and forth harder and faster, giving into your own selfish desire for pleasure. Your hands found their way into his soft hair, gripping tightly and pulling on it, you broke the kiss and began to start leaving open mouthed sloppy kisses on his neck, you wanted to hear the noises he was making for you, to hear his whimpers and moans. It was not long until you could feel your climax approaching, it was begining to well up inside of you, threatening to spill over. As your walls clenched tightly around him your orgasm spilled through, a wave of pleasure errupting over your body causing you to stop moving and press your body against his, shuddering on top of him, sighs of your pleasure rushing into Geraldus' ear. His own climax happened at the same time, his body was on the precipice already but to feel your walls clenched around him was too much, his body shivered as your walls pulsed around him and he gave in, spilling inside of you.

You both laid back on the bed, breathless and sweaty, your lips were grazing softly against his neck, leaving soft kisses on his skin, praising him as he panted, quietly trying to catch his breath. It was not long until you both made yourselves comfortable on the feather bed, Garaldus wrapped his arms around you as you nestled into him, sleep would not be far off but you wanted to embrace the current bliss between the two of you for now.

[justmystyles]

Hey, you are literally one of my favorite writers out here. I honestly love every piece you've written, it's just all really really really good. (guess I am not as good with words as you, oops)

Anyway, I am so glad your requests are open. I was wondering if you could write something where the reader comes from a difficult family. emotionally abusive mother, distant father, eldest daughter syndrome, all that jazz.

So she's sort of moved away but still keeps in touch with her family cuz she does sorta love them but it's hard. So it's like she's got some body image issues and she's closed off, pretty funny but likes to use humor to hide her feelings, has a lot of acquaintances but doesn't like sharing herself with people much (why do I feel like I am describing someone specific lol)

And one day it all just becomes too much ig. I don't know exactly how the story goes, guess I am just looking for some comfort. had a weird few days.

Honestly, love you work. You're great. Thank you for reading that bs. Doesn't matter much if you decide to write it or not. You're already perfect. <3

Let's talk about this ask I got a few weeks ago, shall we?

First of all, I am honored to be considered one of your favorite writers on here, your words are so sweet and I love you.

Now, getting down to business, this ask genuinely made me cry because I know this reader. I am this reader and it was truly terrifying that a stranger on the internet described me so well to me. As soon as I read this, I knew it was going to be my next series, and after weeks of taking down notes and ideas, I finally started actually writing it today.

It'll still be a bit before I start putting it out there, this premise means so much to me that I want to really take my time and do it the justice it deserves, but I have included a little teaser for you below the read more so that you can get a taste of what I'm working on. I've also tagged my tag list peeps so that you all can see what I've been up to.

I'll still be working on NYIML and the other asks I have (if you sent me one, I love you and I'm working on it, please be patient, life has kind of blown up over the last week or so).

You would watch on in awe, watching the music come to life, watching Harry work. From time to time, you would meet his gaze, noticing a softness in his eyes that warmed your insides. You brushed your feelings off, reminding yourself that Harry was just a kind person. He probably looked at everyone like that. He would often invite you to join the group for lunch, or drinks after a successful session. You always declined politely, certain he was just asking to be polite. 

But Harry wasn’t just asking to be polite, and those looks that he threw in your direction were different than the way he would look at anyone else. He was fascinated by you, he felt like he needed to know more. When he met you, he thought you were beautiful, and the refreshments that you had laid out showed how kind and thoughtful you were. But he knew there was more to you, and he couldn’t wait to find out all of it.

You truly were the studio mom, always making sure everyone had what they needed. You would bring coffee and breakfast in the morning, make everyone’s lunch orders, or reservations if they decided to go out. But you would never join them. He found that curious, but also disappointing. He understood if you wanted to focus on work while you were all locked away in the studio, hoping to take those lunches and extra curricular times to get to know you, but those moments never came. 

He had asked your coworkers about you, hoping to gain some kind of intel that could help him break the ice. Everyone told him how sweet you were, always asking about them and their goings on, but often changing the subject when the conversation would turn to you. He also learned about how funny you were. He would have never guessed, based on how quiet you’d been around him. He figured some of that was because of his celebrity status, he was used to people being shy around him, but they would typically warm up over time. You hadn’t. 

There was a bit of worry in his mind that maybe you had an issue with him. You weren’t cold with him, you had always been incredibly kind in your interactions with him and that threw him for a loop. He racked his brain, trying to think of anything he might have said or done to upset you, but nothing came to mind. Perhaps you just weren’t a fan of his? Whatever it was, he was determined to figure it out. 

One afternoon, he was coming back from lunch and he overheard you talking to someone in one of the studios. He lingered by the doorway, he knew eavesdropping was wrong, but he was desperate. 

The conversation wasn’t much, you were just talking about a television show, but he heard the excitement in your voice and couldn’t help but smile. You sounded so cute. And then you laughed, and he could have died right there on the spot. You had an incredible laugh. He wanted to do anything to be the reason that beautiful sound came out of your mouth. 

Harry was so distracted that he didn’t notice that you were coming out of the studio. You weren’t expecting anyone to be standing there, so you bumped right into him. 

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry Harry.” Your eyes were wide with panic.

He put his hands on your shoulders to steady you. “Don’t be. That was on me. It’s what I get for zoning off in front of doors.” He chuckled. 

You smiled politely and nodded at him. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?” 

“I was actually hoping to talk–”

He was interrupted by the ring of your phone. You pulled it out of your pocket and saw your mother’s name flash across the screen. “Crap, I’m so sorry it’s my mom. Do you mind if I take this?”

“No, not at all. You should always take calls from your mum.” 

“Right,” you scoff. “You’ve never talked to my mother.” You answer the phone, walking away quickly. 

He noticed your posture stiffen when you answered, and he hoped everything was okay. Once you were out of sight, he left, returning to the studio. “Y/N is taking a phone call, she’ll be right back.” 

When you finally returned, you apologized with a smile on your face, but Harry could see the sadness in your eyes. You took a seat at the computer, and he came up behind you, placing his hand softly on your back. You subconsciously relaxed into his touch. 

“Is everything alright?” He asked. 

You put on your best fake smile, which he immediately saw though. “Yeah, thanks.” 

He wanted to press, but he knew it wasn’t the right time or place. He also wasn’t totally sure you even liked him.

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JUST FRIENDS?

Roman Reigns x Fem!Reader | Masterlist

warning: angst, kissing

“We never were just friends and you know it”. She spoke those words in a tone that was both flat and yet filled with emotion, as if she knew this would be the last time they ever saw each other.

Roman tried to speak but nothing came out of his mouth. He wanted to say something. Anything! But there was no way he could come up with anything to counter her statement. The look on his face betrayed him. He couldn't believe what she had said, but he knew it must have been true because of how she had reacted. He didn't want to admit that her words hurt him, but he knew they did. They stung like a bee's sting in his heart and made him feel powerless.

She walked over to him, standing right next to him so close that their arms were touching. "I'm sorry Roman." Her voice was soft and gentle and the tears were gone from her eyes. "But I am not going back with you. There is too much at stake here for me. This world is my home now and I won't leave it behind"

He looked into her beautiful eyes, seeing them glistening wetly. He reached out and took hold of her hand. It felt so cold. So lifeless.

"Please don't go Y/n"

"I can't Roman. Not after what we shared. I've waited all these years for you to return to me. I even held onto hope that perhaps one day you would come back to me. And when you did I... I was happy. I was so very happy. But now everything has changed."

"How?"

"Because I love you Roman." She said it softly, but with all the meaning it deserved. "And I always will."

She kissed him on the cheek and then turned away from him. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she walked away. Roman stood there watching her until she disappeared around the corner. He wanted to call out to her but he knew he would lose her forever if he did.

It had been three days since Y/n left his side. Three long and agonizing days where he had to stay put and do nothing while watching her go. He hadn't slept well in three nights either. Every time he closed his eyes he pictured her beautiful face and warm smile. When he woke up in the morning he still felt empty inside, as if his heart had been ripped out of his chest and trampled underfoot.

On day two of her absence he received a text message from her. It told him she was safe and well and that she loved him. That was all he got, but at least she was alive. He had to believe that.

He sent her another message telling her how much he missed her and wished she were here with him, but he didn't receive any reply. He wondered whether she was too ashamed or too angry to respond. Either way it made him feel worse than ever before.

As the days went by and he saw no signs of her returning he became more and more depressed. His mind wandered aimlessly and he lost himself in thoughts of her. He wondered if her feelings for him had changed. He wondered why she would stay here when she could return to her home. He even started to wonder if maybe he had misread her signals and she really was straight after all.

Wrestlemania was coming up and he had a match against Cody Rhodes. It was set to take place in two weeks' time. He spent every spare moment training, trying to get back in shape after being injured. But it was hard. Training alone wasn't helping. He needed Y/n to push him past his limits. Even though she was gone he still thought about her. He imagined how it would be if they were together again and it gave him the strength to keep going.

A few days passed and Roman finally decided enough was enough. He couldn't stand the thought of Y/n leaving him here, just waiting for her to return. He had to find her, wherever she was staying. He had to see her again. He had to tell her how he felt. If only she'd sent another message saying she had changed her mind and that she wanted to come back to him.

That afternoon he left the hotel and went out on the streets of Brooklyn. He checked around the usual spots, but she wasn't there. He stopped by her apartment, hoping to find her there, but it was empty. He didn't know what to do. Where could she possibly be?

He eventually started to get angry. Why would she leave him like this? What had he done wrong? She had said she loved him. She had said she would wait for him. Was that all just talk? Did she secretly hate him the same way he hated himself?

His anger was short-lived. Soon his depression returned and he found it impossible to think clearly. He wandered the city aimlessly, seeing nothing and feeling nothing. He wanted to give up but he knew he couldn't….

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Just The Way You Are/ 2

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 3.2k

Includes- Oral, pussy eating, face riding, blow job, deepthroating, multiple orgasms

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Seonghwa POV

"So Hongjoong is coming soon?", she asks

"That's what he texted", I tell her

I don't know why I'm so nervous around her

I never was

Well I never really spoke to her before besides pleasantries

We're not friends, just acquaintances

I'm not gonna lie, she's hot and beautiful and I always wanted to fuck her

I used to hear Joong yelling at how good she was at riding when they were together and I wanted her since then

Of course that's not going to happen so I've pushed it out of my mind

It's not like I'll ever get the chance anyway

After I ate her out two weeks ago, she's been avoiding me

I know she was kinda embarrassed when she woke up in my bed a few hours after I went to the living room

Hongjoong was gone and I was watching TV in the living room

She apologized profusely but I told her it was fine

It was

I wasn't mad or angry

I went hard on her and she needed the rest

I just couldn't help it

She tasted so fucking good, felt so good, I couldn't stop

And I've been thinking about her ever since

About how much I want to be between her legs again

I completely didn't expect her to show up today though

I was working on lectures when the bell rang and I answered it with her standing there

She told me Hongjoong told her to meet him there so he, her and Hyeon could have a movie night

Hongjoong, however is not home

We both texted him and he's not telling us where he is or when he's coming back

All he said was he's coming and she should wait

She insisted I didn't have to wait with her but I feel weird leaving her alone in the living room while I'm in my room

And it's just rude

But it's just been ten minutes of awkwardness

"Seonghwa?", she calls my head snapping to her, her eyebrows raised, "I'm up here"

And I realized that I've been staring between her legs the whole time

Fuck

"I uh yes. You are", I say stupidly

Fuck, I'm an idiot

A big idiot

"Are you ok?"

"Can I eat you out again?", I blurt, then mentally face palm myself

Did I really just ask that?

God I deserved to be slapped

"Yes", she says quickly, eagerly

My eyes snap to hers and she nods

I nod and we both stand up immediately

I lead her to my room and this time she takes her shoes off and pulls her pants and panties down

Fuck, god she's so pretty, her pussy perfect

So small, pink with an adorable clit and pretty hole

And that tattoo on her thigh is so fucking hot

I just want to touch it, kiss it

I just want her

I lay down on my bed and motion for her to come closer

"Ride my mouth", I tell her

Her eyes widen, mouth dropping, "Really?"

"Yes really. I want it. Please"

I've been thinking about it since she left

I'm not usually into this position but with her I want to try it and see if I change my mind about it

"Well ok", she answers

I help her climb over me, her pussy right by my mouth

I can't wait anymore, pulling her down more as Iift my head, attaching my tongue to her cunt

Her juice fills my mouth, her cunt soft as I run my tongue up and down, making me moan

"Seonghwa oh fuck", she cries, holding onto my headboard

I run my hands up and down her thighs, softly squeezing as I go

Wrapping my mouth around her clit, I feel the throbbing on my lips, sending pleasure straight to my hard cock

I got so hard after I ate her out last time and I had to fix that when I left my room

Sucking on her clit, she yells, her hand reaching into my hair, holding on

Spreading her lips open, I suck her clit as hard as I can, completely loving the way it feels in my mouth

It's so swollen and so fucking good, easy to suck on

And it gives her immense pleasure

As I keep sucking, I move one of my hands behind her, slipping my fingers in her tiny pussy

"Oh god Hwa!"

Moving my fingers in and out, I make sure I press on that spot inside her

It's like my fingers remember where it is because I get it on the first try

Her hole tightens up around my fingers, clenching over and over as she gets closer

Massaging her spot, she yells my name coming and shaking above me

"Seonghwa. Seonghwa!"

Pulling my fingers out, I let go of her clit, licking her hole and tasting the best taste in the world again

God she's so sweet, it's insane

As I lick her cunt, her hips move, sliding her pussy along my tongue

"Ssss...sorry", she stammers

"Don't stop", I demand, keeping my tongue out for her

She moves her hips again, slowly, "Are you sure?"

I nod, "Fuck my face. I want it"

"Ok", she whimpers, moving her hips faster

Her cunt glides along my tongue, soaking my mouth in juice, her wetness running down my neck

I'm loving every minute of it

Her hand in my hair tightens, her throbbing clit running along the back of my tongue, the tip of my tongue rubbing against her slit

"God you're fucking tongue is amazing Seonghwa", she praises

I want to smirk but I don't, keeping my tongue out for her to play on

Looking up, I'm awed at how beautiful she looks when she's in pleasure

Her eyes closed, biting her lip, breathing hard

All because of my tongue pleasuring her

She fucks my mouth harder, rocking into my tongue, moaning so loudly

"I'm gonna cum", she cries

Gripping her hips hard, I help her move as she cums in my mouth, my tongue licking up everything she gives me

She cries my name and I swear I never loved hearing my name more than I do right now

And I definitely love this position

Licking around her slit, I slip my tongue inside, wiggling around

She immediately clenches on my tongue, moaning loudly, her body shaking above me

"Hwa fuck, again"

Pulling out of her cunt, I thrust my tongue in again, so much juice falling into my mouth that I have to swallow over and over

Pulling my tongue out, I tell her what I want

Something I just thought of, something for some reason I trust her to do with me

"Ride my tongue", I tell her

"I....uh what?", she says

She moves back from my face, looking at me

"Fuck you're face is so wet", she blushes

I know

Not just my face

My neck and my shirt too

It's great

"Sorry", she apologizes

I shake my head, softly running my fingers on her thighs, "Don't be. I like it"

"You do?", she asks in disbelief

I nod, "Yeah, a lot"

That's an understatement

"Oh uh ok", she says

I need her back on my mouth

"I want you to come back and ride my tongue", I tell her

"I uh how?"

"I guess I just keep my tongue inside you and you bounce?", I answer

"You guess?"

"I've never actually done this before. This uh position is new for me. And I just want to try everything I can since we're already here", I answer, my face turning red

God she can make me into a bigger babbling idiot in seconds than I normally am

She just makes me nervous

Always has

"Yeah ok", she nods, looking down at me, "But uh let me know if I'm hurting you ok?"

"I don't think you'll hurt me", I assure her, "But I'll let you know"

"Alright"

"Good. Come back"

Pulling her back over my mouth, I run my tongue on her, savoring the way she feels

And working her up again

Moving my tongue back inside, I wait for her to move

I feel her hips lifting, her tight throbbing cunt moving up my tongue

Right before she moves off it, she sinks back down, her pussy pulling my tongue back in

She bounces again and again until she's going at a light pace, her breathing getting more labored

I look up, watching her and keeping my tongue up for her, her cream slipping into my mouth

I keep swallowing often, loving every minute of this

I so need to do this more often with her

Well if she'll want to do this again

Every throb of her pussy sends pleasure down my body straight to my cock

My very hard cock

Moving my hand, I softly touch her clit, hearing her sharp inhale

Gently, I rub her while she bounces, both hands back in my hair, pulling hard

"Gonna cum Seonghwa", she whimpers

"Mmmm"

"Ssss... Seonghwa", she cries, taking my tongue in, "Seonghwa!"

Her sweet cream covers my tongue as she cums around it and my god, it feels good

I keep swallowing greedily, wondering why she tastes so good

Why she's the best thing I've ever tasted

And why I want more and more

She finishes and I'm getting ready to lick her, to make her cum again, when she gets off me

I immediately sit up, looking at her next to me, "What happened? Why did you stop"

"Because", she says, looking right at me, "I want to suck your cock"

I almost choke on air

"What?", I gape

Did she just say...

"I want to suck your cock Seonghwa"

My dick throbs in my pants at her words

I want her to but I don't want her to do it because she feels like she has to

Because I ate her out

I don't want it as a payback

That's not why I asked to eat her out again

I did it because I want to

"You don't have-"

"I'm not", she interrupts, "I'm not asking to reciprocate for eating me out. I genuinely want to do this. I...I like giving oral too. You're not the only one who likes it"

I did not know that about her

I know some girls like giving blow jobs

And I know others do it because they feel like they have to

"Hwa", she says, her hand softly touching my cheek, getting my attention, "I promise I want to do this ok? Let me"

I realize I want this

I want to feel her mouth around me, I want to feel her sucking, I want to cum in her mouth

I'm so hard and I need relief

She's assuring me she wants to so it's fine

I bite my lip, nodding, "Ok"

She smiles, moving down the bed

Her hands go to my belt, unbuckling it slowly

My heart races, seeing her small hands undoing my pants

They're so tiny

Everything on her is small

She tugs on my pants, "Up Hwa"

Lifting myself up, she pulls both my pants and boxers down, throwing them on the floor

Her eyes move to my cock, widening

"Holy shit", she gapes

"Uh...what's wrong?", I ask, sitting up on my elbows

Am I not good for her?

Does she not like my dick?

Why is she staring like that?

"You have the biggest cock I've ever seen"

Uh what?

"Uh...", I say like an idiot

"So long. So fucking thick. Christ", she murmurs, reaching out, "Can I touch you?"

I nod my head so fast, I feel like a bobble head doll

Her hand immediately wraps around me and I'm amazed at how little her hand looks on my dick

It's mesmerizing

Her hand moves, stroking me slowly, her thumb touching my slit and spreading my cum around

"Fuck", I whimper

As she jerks me off, she lowers her head, her tongue running on my head

Oh my god, it feels so good and it was just one lick

I watch in disbelief as she takes my head in her mouth and begins to suck

"Oh god", I moan, the sucking throwing my body into so much pleasure

Her tongue presses against the underside of my head, moving as she sucks

Her hand moves down my shaft as her mouth takes more of me in, still jerking me off

I didn't know how much I wanted this until she started

Didn't know how much I wanted her to be the one to blow me

She sucks on me like I'm a lollipop, slurping and going hard

It feels out of this world and I don't want it to stop

"Fuck Jo, you're mouth is so good", I praise her

She pulls off me, smirking, "Well your cock is good"

My mouth drops open as she licks along my length

"So good to suck on", she continues, "Can't wait to deepthroat you"

To what?

She can't wait to what?

The next second my cock is engulfed in her mouth and I watch in awe as she continues to take me in

My head enters her throat, a choking sound coming from her

"Jo-", I start but stop when she moves further down

My dick is shoved in her throat, the space so tight, her throat opening to accommodate me

"Holy fuck", I gape as she gets me all in

My entire cock is in her throat

No one who has ever given me a blow job has been able to do this

But she made it seem so easy

She swallows, her throat constricting around my cock sending my brain and body into bliss

Her head bobs along my shaft, moving back halfway down my cock, then surging forward taking me all back in

Over and over, swallowing every few thrusts

"Jo, god, I can't...good...

.mouth...best", I stammer

I can't talk, my entire being in pleasure

I slide my hand in her hair, gripping tightly as I moan loudly

I start to move her head along my length faster wanting to cum so much

I'm wondering if she's gonna let me cum in her mouth or make me pull out

I know which one I want but I'll do whatever she wants me to

Her throat opens so well for me and I grip her hair hard, holding her on my dick, feeling her swallow on me

When I hear her gagging and choking, I immediately let go, realizing what I was doing

"Sorry, I'm sorry!", I panic but she looks up at me, squeezing my thighs assuredly

And god, she looks so fucking pretty with my cock in her mouth

She stays on my cock, all of me in her throat, sucking like her life depends on it

The pleasure is too much and I'm gonna explode

"I'm gonna cum!", I whine

To my shock, she moves faster, harder, keeping me inside her throat

I can't hold back, yelling her name, coming down her throat

"Joanne, fuck!", I cry, my body in pleasure like I never felt before

She sucks me through it, swallowing and making moaning noises like she's eating something good

When the massive pleasure is over, I lay in amazement as she pulls off me

I feel her tongue lap at my slit to get all my cum

"You taste so fucking good Seonghwa", she rasps

Holy shit, she likes how I taste?

Mind blown

Once again, no one has ever said that to me before

"Was it good?", she croaks out

Was it good?

It was amazing

I'm about to answer when I realize her voice is strained

Shit

I immediately sit up, "Are you ok? Did I hurt you? Shit, I shouldn't have-"

"Hwa, I'm ok", she says, smiling, "I promise I'm ok. It didn't hurt. I liked it and I hope you did too?"

I nod, "I did. I really did"

"Good"

"Do you want water? I can get you water"

She nods, "Sure Hwa. Thanks"

Getting up, I put my boxers on and go to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water

"Hey Hwa, where's J- where are your pants?", Hongjoong gapes

I freeze, turning my gaze to him, "Uh in my room"

"You have a girl here?", he rolls his eyes

I wince, "Sorta"

I hope he won't get upset

He was ok with me going down on her the first time but I don't know if he'll be ok this time

She's his ex and there are rules about these things with friends

Or so I've heard

"What do you mean sort- oh", he says smirking

"What?"

"The girl. It's Joanne right?"

I feel my entire face get red, looking down at the floor

"Hwa, it's cool ok?"

"It is?", I ask, wondering if he's just trying to be nice or he means it

"Yeah. We've just been friends for a long time. There's no feelings between us. If you want her then by all means", he encourages

"I uh...yeah... Uh...thanks?"

"Sure. Let her know I'm here. We can hang when you guys are done"

I watch him in disbelief as he gets to his room and closes the door

He still wants to hang out with her after her and I....

He's so weird

Walking back to my room, I sit in the bed next to her, handing her the water bottle

She thanks me, opening it and drinking

"Hongjoong is here. He says he's ready to hang out whenever you are"

"Great", she smiles, getting up

I watch her pull her clothes back on and for some reason I don't want her to go

But there's no way she's gonna hang out with me when Hongjoong is here

He's her best friend, not me

She takes the water bottle, heading to my door

She stops, turning to look back at me

"You coming or what?"

I blink in surprise, "Me?"

"Duh you. There's no one else here. Besides I don't feel like being alone with Hongjoong and Hyeon. They're gonna be kissing and I want someone who's actually going to watch the movie with me"

I know I'm staring at her like a moron but I can't believe she's asking me to watch a movie

This is the most interaction we've had outside of sexual activities

"C'mon, it'll be fun. Not only can we make fun of the movie, we can make fun of Hongjoong and Hyeon. Maybe that'll make them stop and actually watch the movie. Plus we can actually talk about the movie because we're gonna, ya know, watch it"

Work brain, I yell at myself, Talk

"Come Hwa. Please?", she asks, giving me puppy eyes

I mean I was going to say yes anyway without the puppy eyes

My brain finally connects to my mouth and I answer

"Ok"

She smiles and I'm stunned at how beautiful it is

"I'll meet you in the living room ok?"

I nod and she leaves

Getting up, I pull my boxers on, then my pants wondering why I said yes to the movie

I have so much work to do, lectures to go over, papers to grade

But for some reason I agreed to the movie and I'm actually excited to watch it with her

I don't know what that's about but I'm ignoring that for now

Leaving my room, I head to the living room

[paladin-heart5]

Hello! Welcome to my first little story!

(and by story I mean lil fanfic of Leon Kennedy x reader haha). it's been a long time since I've written, let alone fanfiction so please be patient! But anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this. Has a bit of angst but much comfort will follow!

Summary; Leon comes home from a mission to find you struggling, mentally and emotionally.

Keep me afloat

Re4 Leon x female! reader

The clock reads midnight as you sit in front of your mirror. You weren't sure how long you'd been there. Your eyes are slightly red, and droopy from crying. Your brain decided to pick out every flaw it could find, and sent you down a rabbit hole of self hate. You feel ugly. It's been a week since your boyfriend, Leon, was sent on his latest mission. You weren't able to communicate much, but luckily he sent messages here and there to let you know he's okay.

You did everything you could to keep yourself busy. The apartment was cleaned up beautifully, and you had even found some more decorations to make it feel more like home. You loved to organize those things, bring a little light into your boyfriend's world. He goes through so much after all. So why are you feeling this way? It feels selfish. You miss him, and you feel like a terrible girlfriend. You're really not sure why though. You can't sleep, you just sniffle and nitpick at your appearance.

Leon carefully unlocked the door and stepped in. He wanted to be quiet in case you were asleep. A deep breath escapes him, his body feels heavy. He simply wants to lay in bed, snuggled up with you. He took his shoes off and hung up his jacket before heading towards your shared room. As he approaches the cracked open door, he notices the lamp still on, and he swears he can hear quiet sobs. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but as he slowly opened the door more, his heart sunk. You were now curled up, sobbing your sweet eyes out. He couldn't believe it, his darling girl was broken down. What could have caused this?

“Babygirl?” His voice was soft, but his concern was also clear. He steps towards you with a bit of urgency. As you look over and see him, you gasp and quickly sit up.

“Leon.. oh gosh, I'm sorry. I didn't think you-” You try to think of what to say, but your cheeks only heat up in embarrassment. Leon carefully kneels in front of you, his lips curled into a frown. He gently reaches for your hand and squeezes.

“My love, what's the matter?” He questioned with such patience. There was no sign of annoyance or frustration, only worry. You couldn't help but sniffle more, but you did your best not to break again.

“I just.. started overthinking. I feel so bad about myself, I look awful and I'm not good enough for you.” You begin to ramble, breathing was already shaky and hard to keep up with. Leon's heart shatters as he listens, how could you possibly think that?

“Shh, shh, (Y/n).” He calls softly, holding your face in his large, calloused hands. You immediately stop and tear up at the contact, you didn't realize how touch starved you are.

“You are the most precious thing in the world to me. I don't know what I ever did to deserve you. You're the reason I wake up in the morning. You have such a kind, gentle heart. And god, you're fucking beautiful, baby. I wouldn't want anyone else by my side. Please, don't bully yourself like this.” His words were full of love and passion. He adores you and it shows. You can only sob, but it's less sad this time. You cling to him, your arms wrapping around his neck. You feel his hands rest on your lower back, gently rubbing, you feel safe again.

“I missed you so much, Leon.” You whimpered softly, digging your face in the crook of his neck to get his scent. He smells of cedarwood. Leon smiles, hugging you tighter.

“I missed you more, babygirl. C’mon, let's get cleaned up and ready for bed, hm? I think we're both exhausted.” He suggests while rubbing your head. You slowly pull back and nod, rubbing your eyes. He smiled and carefully pulled you into a loving kiss. He loves to show you how much he cares for you. And who are you to deny the affection?

After the tender moment, you both stand up and head to the bathroom. Leon gets cleaned up and you both change into your pajamas. He grabs some wipes and gives your face a gentle cleaning, leaving kisses on your nose and cheeks. You giggle, the racing thoughts are slowing down. As long as Leon and you are together, you both stay afloat.

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

i totally agree on seung not getting enough appreciation. and for a while felix was my bias along with him because idk maybe I wanted that fluffy sunshine person and the stoic type like seungmin.

but dont get me wrong, i still love felix but I now I know I'm drawn to seungmin more because I relate to him mainly for that stoic type reason.

and yes! i've seen that tiktok too and it hit really hard because I do have anxiety as well and probably other things I just haven't checked to yet lmao. but besides that fact, I agree that seungmin gives off that calming and safe feeling and I really see that represented through his bubble messages and his vlogs (which I wish there were more of).

like he really calms me down especially if i had a really hard day or I just have the feeling I miss him(?) [that calming feeling again]

hyunjin is definitely the gateway bias. he was mine as well along with chan because yet again I felt safe with chan and he was like that older brother or caring parental type and still is for me so when he goes live i feel like that's his way of winding down his week and being closer to us in a way. and I'm grateful that our fandom has someone like that

and yess his lover boy side and his hard dom side always get me. just draws me in every time I swear.

also, i absolutely agree that hyunjin and lee know are both very talented. i find myself captivated by the way both of them perform in different ways since they both have different styles.

to elaborate, lee know is more of a hip-hop style that can be sexy and mellow while hyunjin has more of a sensual contemporary style and I love both just the same. i wish more people could understand that instead of trying to compare them all of the time. art is art. and they're both doing a damn good job at it.

but yeah, i do wish lee know had more solo dance opportunities like hyunjin does, they both deserve to show off their talent in that way.

and absolutely! like for some of the same reasons seungmin biases have, lee know stans are more reserved people although we can be loud and friendly with people. It's just people can't see that right away and won't probably for a while. and I really felt that when people were saying he was a cold person and stuff like that. because people I know irl and have been around had said the same about me and it was all wrong. and I understood how he was probably feeling. everything just overwhelmed me and I didn't know how to communicate at times or know when was the right time to jump into a conversation even with people I was friends with or comfortable with at the time.

i used to have bubble tickets for lee know, felix, seungmin, jeongin, hyunjin, and chan. and let me tell you, I had never felt so loved and cared for when it came to those daily check-ins and sweet messages they provided. especially minho since he seems so genuine and loving and soft. it was so lovely to have, even for a little while.

right. that's another reason why i relate to him a lot. the teasing but also kind nature that he shows. it's just to lighten the mood a bit even if sometimes it goes a bit far, he ( I ) make up for it in our own ways, however we can.

and its good that you can relate to chan in that way. also, I had no clue you were Australian ruby 😭.

and yes everything made sense, don't worry!

Haha, yes I am Australian both and raised in Sydney.

This was a really sweet response, I don't have much to respond this but yes! I felt very nurtured when I was using Bubble with Minho and Chan, especially with Minho and his cat videos, they were incredibly adorable and why I feel Minho is such a beautiful person.

[aintnobutterflygirl]

August 11 2024, 6:12pm

My boyfriend broke up with me over a week ago- I realize now that I deserved it. I haven't had much of a sex drive up until the past couple of days, and even then, it's not sex I'm craving, it's intimacy. Specifically with him. I miss the shit out of him, everything about him. His smell (it was the best smell in the world). His adorable laugh, his soft hair, his voice. I miss holding his hand and kissing it, looking over at him and feeling my heart speed up because it never imagined anything so beautiful could ever exist and giggling to myself. The way the corners of his eyes crinkle when he laughs. His big doe-brown eyes and almost illegally long eyelashes. His perfect (actually fucking perfect) lips and kisses. His strong arms that flexed in away that made me want to do so many naughty things. Squeezing his thighs and rubbing his belly when I'm sleepy or need comfort. His warmth, and the feeling of being in his arms. I miss holding him in my arms while he slept between my legs and I would kiss his forehead and face and nuzzle my face in his neck and listen to his breathing. Making him feel special and letting him know how amazing he is. The way he could either make me laugh or cum uncontrollably just by laughing in my ear. The way he knew how to touch me without me having to say anything. I miss the way I had a hard time explaining myself most of the time, but he still understood what I was trying to say. His patience. His brains. His love.

I've realized since then that I am not attracted to anyone else. I've thought about maybe hooking up with someone to try and get over him, and every time that thought enters my head I realize 1) I'm not ready 2) the only person I could ever imagine myself being with, or want, is him. I've had several people ask me out on dates that I've passed on, and all of them are so fucking good looking, my friends keep telling me I'm an idiot and need to get over it. Last night I gave in and went on a date with one guy who I met briefly years ago who is a literal model and body builder. At the end of the night he asked if I wanted to come back to his place with him- I said "No, I'm sorry". I told him I wasn't ready- which is true- but I didn't have the heart to tell him that when he asked me that question, the first thing that went through my head was "lol fucking no way". I was not attracted to him at all. I don't want anyone else except my ex... every other person on the planet pales in comparison to him. I realized I am very much still in love with him, and if I have to be celibate for the remainder of my life until we meet again- or until my heart changes- so be it.

[bunnyboobeanie]

Hey love, remember me? Oh come on..it was only a few weeks ago when I fucked you senseless and you insisted on learning more about me. ... There we go. It's all coming back.

We should really do a sleepover, don't you think? I mean it all did start off with me telling you how well I sleep at night at the thought of you. Perhaps if you're right next to me..- yeah..we definitely are going to fuck like rabbits.

Don't get ahead of yourself though, since I'm such a gentleman I'll make sure to start off with caressing your cheek as we face each other..after you know, playing bunch of video games or maybe watching a really scary movie. I'll just be staring into your beautiful eyes while my hand runs up and down your cheek until its as red as a rose. I wonder what shade woukd it be if i were to touch your princess parts right there as we lay together, reminding you exactly why i invited you over and that the activities we engaged in was just the side events. Even though I was so gentle with you first, the moment we kiss would be the start of my roughness. I'm going to pull you onot my lap and stitch your lips with mine as we passionately makeout. I would grab your asscheeks and grope them like I own it. Of course I own it, I'll be trying to break it tonight after all. My tongue would explore yours in our pool of sloppiness, showing you exactly the kind of love I give with my mouth in between your legs can also compete with the love to your needy little lips.

Breathless and already mind-numbed by your constant drooling It would only be appropriate that you ride me..luckily for us we were already laying on the floor so it was easy to pull your panties to the side and pull my cock out of my boxers. It wouldn't take us too long to get you to experience the feeling of my tip crushing itself against your fertile womb, constantly feeling you trying to ram against its head. It would be so rock hard for you that no matter how hard to smashed your hips down on me, the pleasure and pain would only come back to you with the slight bulge to your belly. It's cute though that even though we spent hours trying to beat each other while playing video games we were now going against each other and trying to slam into each other until one of us forfeits. I'm sorry but your womb would be too sore by the morning if you would keep it up..even with my thick and creamy hot cum filling up your pretty little insides, it won't be enough for to wake up and feel the relentless pounding we both took to each other.

but I'm sure you wouldn't care and invite me to your house for a sleepover someday. 😉

(there needs to be a feature where I can send you videos to further torment you with my fantasies.)

Oh, my love... How could I have forgotten you? I missed you, my darling anon. I've been waiting for you so patiently. I'd love to let you take your time with me. Let you kiss me and hold me. Caress my soft, sweet skin. Sweetheart, I'd make such pretty little noises as your mouth explores my slick folds, and you make me squirm beneath you. Hold me down and eat me harder. I need to feel you inside me. I'd give anything to feel your hard shaft sliding into me as I bounce on you...

But I hope you know I'd tease you so hard. I'd ride you nice and slow, taking your cock nice and deep. I'm a princess, don't you know? Princesses are meant to be put in their place and railed. They deserve to know exactly how much you want them. My little cunt would cum all over you if you fucked me nice and hard from beneath me. If you fuck me good enough on my back I might even cover you in my squirt. Either way, you'd better fill me up nice and full with that hot, thick cum. Your cock had better be buried in me all night, cockwarming me and dumping load after load into my leaky pussy.

I'm still desperate to know who you are, dearest. If you want to torment me with videos so bad, you should dm me, and I'll give you my socials. I'll do anything to appease strangers on the internet 😇

[ddonovanrp]

Stumbling into the bedroom I couldn't help the slam of the door behind me. I was doing well enough to carry her, legs wrapped around my waist and arms around my neck. We were both way too drunk to be doing what we were both wanting so badly at this point. It had been two weeks since I'd last gotten a chance to relieve some of this pent up frustration. It'd been two weeks since I'd last gotten to forget you. This girl, I'd missed her name, was all but willing to help me. Either coming to my rescue or her own need to escape I was unsure. Frankly, I didn't care. I went into that bar with a mission. My mission was to forget the feel of your lips against my skin. How soft and frail you felt in my much larger arms. To forget how you whispered my name the night we finally made love, how the moon was the only light in my room, casting such a soft glow on your already beautiful face. But tonight the girl helping me forget you wasn't anything like you. Her waist a little narrower, her thighs weren't as curvy. She's taller than you. Brown eyes and blonde hair. The exact opposite of the woman I wish were here with me instead. The exact opposite of what I was currently envisioning, my eyes closed-head against the wall as she kissed her way down my bare chest making a sloppy trail down my stomach until she was on her knees in front of me.

I threaded my fingers into her hair like I've dreamed of doing to yours. Even her hair is thinner than yours. Nothing about this girl is right and I know that. But I can't have you, so this is the next best thing. I think.. Drowning my sorrows every night in the bottom of a bottle of jack, I've made peace with my demons. My sins an everyday routine now. This is just one of the many.

Finally, I pull her from the floor and press my lips roughly against hers, taking her mouth as I wish I could do yours. Walking backwards in the dark until I feel her fall back onto the mattress, I stop at the foot of the bed. Pulling the thick band of leather from the loops that were once around my waist, I throw it into the corner along with my jeans, once I get wiggled out of them. I'd already lost my boots somewhere down the hallway; I'm sure my shirt is there somewhere as well. Being totally free now, I slide down onto the bed with her and let her kiss where ever she wanted. I know I had to be covered in left over lipstick but at this point I don't even care. I'm rock hard and throbbing to the point of pain, thinking about all the things I want to do with you. How badly I've wished, hoped, and even prayed to a god I don't believe in that someway, somehow there was a chance in hell for us.

Instead, I let you live your life. The life I'm so far beneath I still question my own sanity when thinking back to our brief time together. Was it even real? Yes. It had to have been real for me to remember you so vividly....right? You are real, right?

This drunken girl is straddling my lap, doing the best she can to please me. Little does she know, in my head she's not who's making me moan. That pleasure is yours, Baby. I can only stay this way for a few more minutes before the room begins to spin around me and I have to flip over; me on top. She's on her knees in front of me now. I can say I couldn't ever imagine taking you this way. I'd want to see your face as I sank into you each time. With her, seeing her face just makes me feel guilty. Like the piece of shit I already know I am. This girl deserves better than to be in your shadow, even if she doesn't know it. No one knows. No one can know, or it would ruin your reputation. Being with the VP of an outlaw bike club..that's not what you need on your resume, that's for sure. For this girl, when she leaves my clubhouse in the morning she'll most likely never see me again. Her rep is safe, but for you? I don't think I could ever let you go once given the chance to really have you.

I can feel the end coming and it makes me sad. Suddenly drained of energy because I know once this is over, we'll be over as well. Once I've pushed us both over the edge, you'll be gone just like you're gone from my life. "Oh, Damian..I'm coming!" She screamed into the sheets and in my head it was you. That done it for me. Just as quickly as you came, you left. And with you went my only hope of happiness in this life. Now I'm left to pick up the pieces of a shattered soul once again while this little one curls into my side, attempting to convince herself this wasn't just a one-nighter. In the morning none of this will have mattered. For now, I'm sated. I'm exhausted and ready to fall asleep and take a break. But in the morning I'll wake up and I'll see this girl lying in my bed and it will all come rushing back. It really was just a dream after all.. ________________________________________ -> 4.16.2020

[butterfly-lies-chase-them-away]

It's an idea for Don't Stand So Close Me.. actually a long one. I'm sorrt but I've been thinking about this for a while (⁄ฅ⁄⁄ฅ⁄⁄)

Teacher Bruno was giving y/n extra classes in a cafe and y/n was stressed out because it was her finals. While studying a woman close to Bruno's age approaches them. A beautiful lady with a nice attitude talked to him and it appears from their conversation, that they were colleagues.

That woman was prettier, older, and nicer. And they looked good together no one can deny this. y/n was even complimented by her for how hard she studies and how lucky she was to have a teacher like him. The lady went back to Bruno with a soft smile and asked him if it was okay to meet later to talk about the old days over a cup of tea, and he agreed with pure intent.

Y/n felt like she is losing and breaking under this kind of challenge, it was easy to notice the way she looked at him or her voice tone. She wasn't able to ask her to leave her man, nor could she distract herself. she truly trust him so she didn't really care or so she thinks. With a light headache from everything that had happened and teary eyes, she stared at the book.

She is not old enough she is not pretty enough she will never be enough, she was a student and he was a teacher she is putting him at risk for her childish desires he deserves someone like that woman, not her not..."Sorry, angel where were we..." Bruno looked back at her

She closed the books and collect her stuff "What's wrong mi Vida, are you tired?" No answer, he noticed her avoiding his gaze hugging her bag. He patted her head and took it from her, "come on let's go" something is wrong he was aware of it.

When they were in the car he tried to talk to her, asking if she was sick if something annoyed her. And again, no answer. She remained silent with a broken expression, he was a bit pissed that he had been ignored but once he saw her face, he took a deep breath and drove to his house.

She entered the house before him, he followed her and put her bag aside and took off his coat. He was going to the kitchen but he stopped after hearing her sobbing. He isn't going to take silent as an answer now.

How is he going to fix this whole thing? It's up to you if you want to end it as a smut <3

Don’t Stand So Close To Me (18+) (Part 11)

Teacher!Bruno Madrigal x Student!Fem!Reader

Modern Day!Imagine

Non-Magic AU

Summary: Basically the many requests

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Agegap, teacher/student (STUDENT IS OF AGE), maybe a little angsty but not for long, daddy/Papi kink, unprotected sex (DON'T DO IT!), bit of possessive!reader

Word Count: 2989

Italics will mostly be his direct thoughts, his imagination

Author Note: So many people have requested a part with someone coming onto Bruno and Reader getting jealous so here we go. I was originally going to write this part a completely different way, but then I got this request for it so ultimately changed the idea, lol.

Don't Stand So Close To Me (Masterlist)

(Part 10) >(Part 11)< (Part 12)

(I do not own this gif)

Bruno POV

'Can I come around sometime during lunch to study :p' was the text I received from her.

'Of course mi Vida, you're always welcome in my class' I texted back.

Classes had not started yet so I had only started putting things on the board for my first class. That was until I heard the clicking of heels entering my class.

"I thought I might find you here, Bruno!" I voice called from the entrance.

I turned to face the person who had just came into my class. 

"Oh, hello, Miss Wilson," I greeted.

"I feel like it's been forever since I last saw you," she said, approaching my desk.

“Yeah, I suppose so. When did you get back?” I asked.

“Just this last week. They offered my job back, so I thought ‘why not’!” 

“Well, it’s nice to see you again,” I said, focusing back on writing the examples on the board. 

“Man, you look just as good as the last time I saw you,” she said, suddenly. 

“Uh, thank you,” I said, a bit confused as to why she said that.

Before either of us could say anything else, students began weaving their way into the room. 

“Well, I should be on my way now,” Miss Wilson said, turning to leave. 

I nodded to her formally while she waved back. 

⌛

“Hello,” Y/N said as she entered the room. 

“Hello, mi Amor,” I said, looking up from my desk, “how were your classes?”

“They were fine, nothing new,” she said, sitting at the desk, closest to the front. 

I got up from my seat and sat down next to her. 

“So. What will we be working on tod-”

“Bruno!” 

We both looked up at the person who entered the room. 

“Oh, hello again Miss Wilson,” I greeted kindly. 

“You don’t have to keep calling me that, you know Stacy’s fine,” she said, “what are we doing?” 

“I was just helping my lovely student here with her studies,” I said, gesturing towards Y/N.

“Oh, I was just about to ask you if you’d get a coffee with me,” Miss Wilson said, placing a hand on her hip.

“Sorry. Maybe next time.”

“Alrighty then. Seeya!” and with that, she left.

I turned back to Y/N. She was looking right at me, completely befuddled. 

“What’s wrong?” 

She shook her head, looking back down at her work. 

“Nah, nothing, I’m fine, don’t worry.” 

I just shrugged, “okay then. Where were we?”

⌛

‘Could I come over for another study session?’

She texted me just before lunch again.

‘You really don’t need to ask, you know, just come over and I’ll probably be there’

About a half-hour later, the door of my class opens. 

“Hello, Bruno.”

“Oh, hello again,” I said.

Miss Wilson came into the class with two cups in her hand. 

“Since you couldn’t go for coffee the last time, I thought that I’d bring coffee to you,” she said, handing me one of the cups. 

“Oh, thank you,” I said, taking a small sip of the hot liquid. 

“So! I was wondering if you were free thi-”

“Hello hello!” the sweet voice came from the door.

I turned to her giving her a smile. She smiled back before looking at the person beside me. Her face dropped slightly and she stopped in her tracks. 

“Oh, you’re back again. Finals must be coming soon, I guess,” Miss Wilson said.

“Well, I don’t want to hold the two of you up any longer. I’ll see you around, Bruno.”

I turned back to my darling, mi Vida. She was just looking down at her book.

“Sorry ‘bout that, mi Amor, let’s get to it!”

⌛

“So, what have we got today?” I asked, sitting down beside her. 

Today, I was originally going to just take her out for a date, but she insisted on studying.

“That same, I guess,” she said, dropping her books on the table.

Lately this week, she’s not been her normal lively self and I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on. 

“Are you sure you want to do this today? You seem really out of it,” I said, leaning in a bit closer.

“I’m fine,” she said, quite frustrated. 

I decided not to push on, not wanting to piss her off anymore. I leaned on the table to get a better look at her work. Before we could even get started, someone came over to us.

“Wow, what a surprise bumping into you here!” 

It was Miss Wilson.

“Oh, hello again.”

She came over to the table and sat herself across from the two of us.

“I can see that you’re studying again,” she said, looking toward Y/N, “a good student, I can see.”

She just nodded slightly with a tight smile.

“Bruno. I know I keep asking but I really think that we should catch up sometime, grab a drink or something. It’s been years since we’ve last seen each other,” Miss Wilson said, placing her hand on my arm.

“Yeah, I guess it has,”

She smiled a bit before standing up, “good, I’ll contact you some time to plan it.”

I nodded and waved as she left.

“Sorry about that, angel, where were we?”

She didn’t say anything, she was just holding her bag up to her chest, looking down at the table.

"What's wrong mi Vida, are you tired?"

I almost missed it but I saw the water building up in her eyes. 

“You okay baby? What happened?” I asked, placing my hand on her back.

She pushed my hand away slightly, turning away from me. 

I can’t just leave her like this.

“Come on, let’s go,” I whispered in her ear.

She still didn’t look at me but started grabbing the books from the table and stuffing them in her bag. I grabbed a hold of her bag and placed my hand on her back while escorting us out of the cafe. 

Once we reached my car, she just sat in the passenger seat, still not saying anything. 

“You feeling okay, mi Vida? You feel sick?”

Still no answer.

I sighed slightly, running my hand through my hair, a bit frustrated.

“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

She shifted away slightly, turning her knees towards the door. 

“Are you angry at me?” I asked, in disbelief. 

Silence. 

I took a deep breath, trying not to get too upset with her ignoring my words and started the engine. I turned the radio on and turned it to a station I knew she liked. I thought that maybe this would cheer her up in some way.

Nothing.

I sighed before driving home.

⌛

I dropped my keys in the bowl next to the door watching as she had already walked past me to the living room with her arms crossed. I followed her to the living room and dropped her bag to the ground just looking at her. 

“Will you talk to me?” 

Nothing. 

I sighed, shaking my head. I couldn’t even bother waiting this time. I turned to go to the kitchen but stopped dead in my tracks at the sound I heard. 

A sniffle. 

I completely froze. I whipped my head around in the direction I heard the noise. I watched as she tried to wipe away a stray tear from her eye. My heart stopped. 

No no no no.

"Baby?" I asked warily. 

She turned away from me, folding her arms in her.

"No no no, baby," I rushed over to her side, placing my hands on her arm, only to have her shove me away.

I just sat there, trying not to completely fall apart.

Of course. You just had to go and ruin the best thing that has ever happened to you, didn't you. Nice going, Bruno.

"Mi Vida…I-" I couldn't breathe, "I'm sorry that I've hurt you…please tell me what I can do to fix this."

I heard as her breathing became heavy have a quiver in it. 

"What did I do?" 

"W-why do you e-even bother?" her voice was broken.

I looked back up to her to see red eyes, filling with tears.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

She finally looked at me and her lips were quivering, "why bother with me when you can have her!"

Her?

"I'm sorry, darling, b-but I don't understand."

"Why be with me when you can be with that gorgeous woman who you're always around?"

"What-"

"That bloody lady who was all over you at the cafe!" 

Oh.

"Mi Amor, no-" 

"Am I not good enough for you anymore!?" 

Hot tears were streaming down her face and my heart hurt.

"Come here," I said gently, trying not to scare her.

She came closer to me, enough for me to scoop her up in my arms and hold her in a tight embrace. She place her head on my shoulder and sobbed. 

"Baby, mi Vida, Sweetheart, mi Amor…you mean so so much to me. I'd be a fool to let you slip away. You are everything and so much more. You're the only one I want. Please never think so poorly of yourself again because you are the best thing that has ever happened to me." I pressed kisses to her head and rubbed my hand up and down her shaking back.

"What gave you the impression that I didn't want you?"

She tried to shake her head slightly and bury herself deeper into me.

"Please…please talk to me."

She sniffled, trying to slow down her breathing. She sat up a little, trying to compose herself.

"S-she's been a-asking you out e-everyday this week a-and y-you even s-said yes!" she dropped herself back down into me, muffling her cries in my shirt.

"W-what? W-when did she ask me out?" I asked confused, trying to recall when this might have happened.

"S-she keeps w-wanting to take you o-out for coffee," she used the sleeves of her shirt to whip her tears away.

"B-but it's just coffee?" I said, kind of confused but still not wanting to disregard her feelings.

"It's never 'just' coffee!" she threw her hands down, "no woman wants coffee that bad, Bruno!"

"B-but-" I paused to think.

She's probably right, how am I supposed to know what a girl wants.

"I-I'm sorry, mi Vida. I should've known, this is all just a big misunderstanding and my end and I apologize. I never meant to hurt you," I placed my hand on her cheek, lifting her face up to kiss her forehead.

She had calmed down a significant amount.

"T-thank you, just please, don't do that again, you scared me," she giggled a little. 

"I promise," I kissed her cheek, "it's just, I'm not the most attractive man out there so you have to understand my doubts," I joked.

She had obviously not found it funny as she hit my right in the chest. I wince slightly, not expecting such force.

"Hey-"

"What do you mean 'not the most attractive?" her eyebrows furrowed.

"Thank you, sweetheart, but I don't even need to look in the mirror to know it's bad. I mean just look at me! My hairs are greying, I have heaps of fine lines and the bags under my eyes couldn't be bigger." 

She looked back at me with a pout, "you are the most handsome man I know," she leaned in to brush a strand of hair out of my face, "please don't say that about yourself again."

She planted a delicate kiss on my lips, brushing her hands through my hair. 

"You are so beautiful," she whispered against my lips.

My heart swelled at her words. 

"You are the most gorgeous man I've ever seen in my life," she tugged lightly on my hair.

I moaned against her lips.

"Please baby, you shouldn't say such things, my old heart can't take it" my breath was heavy.

"How could I when such a man sits in front of me."

She climbed onto my lap, straddling both my legs. I dropped my hands to her hips, golding her firmly in place.

"If you could see yourself right now, my god," she ran her hand down the sides of my face, "your pretty green eyes, your perfectly large nose and your cute little stubble," she leaned in, her lips just brushing mine, "you have no idea what you do to me." 

With that, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in for a heated kiss. Her lips felt like absolute heaven against mine. 

No one has ever made me feel this way. I want nothing more than to have her for the rest of my life.

Just as I was about to take her to my room, she pushed me down to lay flat on the couch, locking her lips back with mine. My body quivered as she ran her hands down my chest. I hadn’t even noticed my member getting hard until she began to grind down on it. 

“Fuck, you make me feel amazing,” I moaned against her lips. 

She grabbed one of my hands before directing it down her pants. I pushed my fingers past her soft underwear, searching for her little bundle of nerves. With the slightest touch, it sent shivers through her and I watched as her body contorted in pleasure. 

“Who knew you were such a needy baby for Papi’s fingers?”

I used her slick juices to lube up her little clit to reduce harsh friction. She was too distracted by my fingers to kiss me, so I took the chance to leave hickeys down her neck. 

“P-please, p-put it in me,” she whimpered.

At her request, I pushed my middle finger into her entrance. The feeling of her delicious velvety walls clench around my finger felt orgasmic in itself. 

“I can’t even explain how I feel when I make you feel good, mi Vida. Your pleasure is my pleasure.” 

She reaches in to pull my hand out, and just as I was about to lick my fingers clean, she beat me to it. She wrapped her kiss swollen lips around my fingers and suck her juices from them. 

“Is my baby getting impatient?”

She nodded and hummed with my fingers still between her lips. 

“Then we better get out of these clothes then.” 

I didn’t even need to repeat myself as she immediately got up to remove her bottoms and made quick work to remove my own. 

“You gonna ride daddy’s cock?” 

She didn’t even answer, she was that desperate. She climbed back onto my lap and angled my cock to her entrance. With one fluid motion, she dropped herself down, fully encasing my cock in her walls. I let out a loud grunt as she let out a moan.

“Mmm-fuck!” she moaned while pushing her body back down on me.

I wrapped my arms around her body as she began rocking her hips back and forth. 

“Look at you, getting yourself off on daddy’s cock,” I gave her neck a sloppy kiss, “my pretty, pretty princess.”

She dipped her head down to nibble at my collarbone, “you make me feel so good, sir,” she whimpered.

“You too, mi Vida, everything you do makes me feel amazing.”

She slowly leaned back and placed her hand on my knees to stablize herself. 

Fuck.

The veiw in front of my was something to behold. Her eyes were half closed in pleasure as she rocked her hips on mine, pushing my member deeper into herself with each movement. Her plush thighs on either side of me, holding me in place. I couldn’t help be reach out to give them a squeeze. 

“My beautiful Amor, I can’t get enough of you,” I moaned, leaning my head back closing my eyes. 

“I wish I could hide you away from the world, daddy. I want to be the only one who gets to have you,” she breathed out. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re the only one I want.” 

I brought one of hands up to her clit, giving it a light flick. Her body jolted at the touch, doubling over. 

“F-fuck Papi,” she giggle, “you’re gonna make me cum.” 

“That’s the goal, mi Vida,” I said, rubbing her little bud.

I watched as her body stuttered while trying to keep up the movement. I thrusted up with a groan when I felt her inside clench around me, causing her to gasp.

“Fuck, I could just cum to the sounds you make for me," I moaned.

I kept thrusting up into her while rubbing her clit, bringing both of us close to our climax.

"I'm gonna cum, Papi!" She said with heavy breaths.

"Come on, baby. Cum for Papi," I held eye contact with her.

The feeling of her walls clenching around me brings me to release my cum deep inside her. She collapsed on my chest, her pussy still pulsing around me as she slowly stopped shaking.

"You okay, darling?" I asked, pushing her hair from her face. 

Her eyes were closed and she was trying to slow down her breathing.

"Yeah, just tired."

I chuckled a little, "you always are."

I sat up, still holding her and took her to my bedroom to lay her on the bed. I ran downstairs to fetch her a glass of water. When I came back upstairs, she looked as if she had already fallen asleep.

"Not yet, darling," I whisper, holding the glass up to her.

She took it and I went to grab a cloth to clean between her legs.

"You can rest now but I'm gonna wake you up in an hour to wash you properly, okay?" 

She nodded.

"I'm sorry about today, I promise, I will try harder" I kissed her forehead.

"It's okay, Bruno. It's over," she said half asleep. 

I smiled to myself, kissing her head.

I don't deserve you, but thank you.

-

Author Note: I am very sorry that I haven't posted a part in so long, I've just been so caught up with life and I'm just really stressed out with everything that's been happening so I haven't had time to write this. I really hope you enjoyed this part and if you'd like to join the taglist, you can just ask in the comments.

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Absence makes the heart grow fonder - or so people say. Diluc disliked such expressions, they tend to get repeated so often that the superstitious belief they carry is reinforced with nothing substantial to prove it. Superstition has no place in his life.

And yet...

It's true that he felt things around him change in Hazel's absence. The chatter in the tavern got on his nerves without her voice interjecting here and there, he found himself stupidly handing over clean glasses to a hand that wasn't there to take them, announcing closing time to someone who wasn't there to hear. He'd grown to accept Hazel as part of his routine when it became clear to him that his admiration ran deeper than he initially thought, but he never imagined that she had left such an imprint.

And now...where is she?

Surely somewhere in the Liyuean mountains, grazing the geo archon's soil with her grace. Her smile, drawing sunshine upon her. The breeze caressing her hair with the care of a lover. Oh, how foolish. Even he had fallen prone to prose of all things. He had no intention of becoming a poet, but it seemed Hazel pulled more words out of him than he ever imagined himself speaking. He scoffed, imagining himself dressed like the 'almighty' Barbatos, serenading her with a harp. His methods of approaching her were far from optimal, but Diluc would gladly pass up on such embarrassment - for the both of them.

Besides, Hazel deserved more. More than he could offer, for starters. Ah, there it is. The part where he picks on his own flaws. Hours upon hours ignoring everything around him was bound to stir the corner of his mind that didn't feel good enough for his loyal employee. And truly, what did he have to offer? Hazel was not one to be bought and he was not one to buy feelings. Could she truly be happy with an emotionally stunted man for whom even compliments were hard to give?

Maybe he should put it all to rest. Be honest with her once and for all, endure the rejection and-

"...luc?"

And now he hears voices. Was his heart not enough? Had Hazel stolen his sanity as well?

"Master Diluc!"

His head whipped up. He could not hide his shock in time, to his embarrassment.

"Hazel...?"

His voiced sounded foreign to himself, too soft and timid. Where had he found the audacity to even think about confessing in that state?

"I apologize for startling you. You seemed very lost in thought..."

"No matter. Has your trip gone smoothly?"

"Liyue is fascinating. The plants, the monuments...it's unlike anything I've ever seen! But I couldn't see myself adapting to the harbor. I was lucky to find myself a room in this beautiful inn by the river. And how was the week, sir?"

...It had only been a week?

Diluc Ragnvindr, you really are hopeless.

I don't know who you are, and it's okay if you don't wish to tell me, but you have to know just how meaningful these little gifts you give me are.

I really wish you could understand the way my heart feels when I read this. That you can grasp, even the slightest, how unbelievably moved I am when these come my way.

You don't have to do this, so I am honored and thankful that you've sent me something as kind as this.

Bless this moment - in space and time - that I get to be on the receiving end of you're absolute kindness.

Thank you, kind stranger, internet friend. Beautiful, lovely person.

Thank you

[donutloverxo]

Princess

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Based on a request. Dividers by @whimsicalrogers.

Summary - Your pussy is sore so Curtis uses your mouth.

Warnings - explicit sexual content (m/f) , age gap (reader is in her early twenties, Curtis is 34), innocent/naive reader, dub con, oral (m receiving), soft dark!Curtis, au, porn without plot.

Pairing - Curtis Everett x reader

Word count - 2k

You were jerked away when you heard the knob to your room on the snowpiercer rattling, and then being closed as his footsteps followed.

You didn't remember a lot before the train, you were just a kid when the old world came to an end. 

You saw glimpses of grass and sunlight in your dreams, you weren't sure if they were dreams or just fragments of your imagination. 

But even in your wildest dreams, you didn't imagine a bed this soft and a room this big. Big enough to fit the bed and two dressers and a large mirror. It was decadent and all you could wish for and more. 

So it should make you happy to be here. In a comfortable bed like a princess. Shouldn't it? 

It didn't. You wanted to enjoy this time while it lasted, but your gut told you that you were temporary. Just here to warm the leaders bed. 

"Curtis…" your face heating up as he studied you, his powder blue eyes twinkling in the dim light, getting rid of his coat and cap. Goosbumps erupted all over your body as you held your soft comforter upto your chest,to give you some sense of modesty and dignity even if Curtis had taken it all from you and made you a woman just weeks ago. 

You used fantasy to escape your grim reality quite often. It's easier to dream of a Prince Charming riding on a white horse to save you then to accept reality for what it is that you would've been stuck working in the greenhouse for the rest of your life… all alone. 

"How many times do I have to tell you?" he hissed, tearing the comforter away from you, holding onto your wrists to reveal your beautiful breasts to him. "You're mine now. You can't hide from me."

"I'm sorry…" you hung your head in shame, and so you wouldn't be caught peeking a glance at Curtis pulling his shirt over his head, followed by him unbuckling his belt. 

He was… beautiful. You never knew anyone could be so handsome. His shoulders wide, a light scattering of hair all over his torso, multiple scars on his body. But they only, strangely, made him more appealing to you. 

He climbed on top of the mattress, nudging your knees apart and situating himself between them. He growled as he looked at your bare sex, using two of his fingers to part your lips as you hissed in pain. 

"It's… I'm… sore," you explained when he looked up at you. 

He nodded back to you, pushing barely an inch of his forefinger inside you, he didn't want to hurt you. Your pussy was clearly swollen and overworked. If he gave into his urges he would be sure to cause you pain, and even worse, lose what little trust you have in him. 

He had suffered enough to last him seven lifetimes. He already knew he was going to hell for all that he had done. It wasn't like he could doom himself anymore by forcing you to be with him. And he deserved you. After all that he had gone through. You were his light at the end of one long and shitty tunnel. 

He pulled his hand away when he looked at your face, pinched in pain. Instead settling on fondling your breast as he thought about how to take care of his erection. 

He had taken your body four times the previous night, which was why you slept the day away. How he managed to go out and get stuff done, and be the leader was beyond you. 

"You like what you see, princess?" He taunted you when he caught you staring at his hard cock. 

The little pet name was initially what he used to mock you and how shy and delicate and innocent you were, but now he had come to cherish you. He wanted to protect you as if you were his sweet little scared princess and he was your brave knight. 

You immediately averted your eyes and started sputtering nonsense, your brain froze and you literally didn't know how to answer him. And Curtis had made it very clear that when he asked you a question you were to give him a proper, clear and honest answer. Or face grave consequences. 

"Um, yes?" Which was the truth. You had seen a few male genitals in your life, they were all… not very appealing. But it was different with Curtis. His was beautiful and intimidating at the same time. 

"Then how about," putting his leg over yours, he crawled to the top of the bed, kneeling before you with his hard, pulsating length was right in front of your face. "You make me happy."

"Oh…" you simply stared. Your friend had told you that you were 'one lucky bitch' to have a man like Curtis who spends hours pleasuring you with his mouth, his fingers, and his manhood, but never forced you to return the favor. You didn't even know how you would go about doing that. 

You had explored your own body before. Partly because of your curiosity and partly for some relief. But Curtis touched you in a way no one else could, he made you climax harder than you ever had before, you were pretty sure you passed out once from the sheer intensity of it. 

But… how does one go about doing the same with a man's special place? 

"Hm," you looked at his slit, it looked somewhat similar to your bud, you held onto his length, putting your thumb over his tip where the pearly liquid oozed out of--with which he often loved painting your whole body with, or pump you full of it and just watch it seep out of you. 

You realised how bold you were, that you should seek his permission before touching him there, you looked up to see him pleased with your actions so you decided to keep going.

You lightly pressed your thumb on his slit, making him hiss, you whipped your head up and pulled your hand away. 

"Sorry…" you sniffed, your vision becoming blurry as your eyes teared up, "I've never.. I don't know what to do. I'm sorry…" you sobbed. 

"Stop," he said softly, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

You really were such a scared little lamb. Years of pent up frustration, where he had to make do with just his hand, didn't help making you feel safe with him either. But what the hell was he supposed to do when he had such a beautiful woman next to him as he slept? 

"Just listen to me. Can you do that?" he asked, cupping your jaw as you meekly nodded. "Open your mouth as wide as you can," he told you, pulling on your bottom lip with his thumb. 

Oh. It made sense. He puts his mouth on you so you should be able to do so on him as well. You opened your mouth with an 'ah', panicking just a bit when he put his hand around your throat, but he hushed you and asked you to relax. Since your body, mind and soul really did belong to him now, you immediately calmed down, knowing that he won't hurt you. Not too much anyway. 

He pushed his length in your mouth. The taste wasn't at all what you expected. Not that you were sure what it would be like anyway. It tasted creamy and salty at the same time. You coughed and sputtered around him, your spit trailing down your chin. You thought that the mess would make him angry but then you recalled how much he enjoys the mess he makes of you. 

He stopped when he felt his tip hit the back of your throat on his palm, "Good girl," he cooed, stroking your need. "Look up here," he ordered as you looked at him through your big doe eyes, "Keep looking at me okay?"

You didn't know if you were expected to give a verbal answer, because you couldn't… Not with a mouthful of Curtis. So you nodded the best you could. 

"Hands on your thighs," he said as you put your hands on your bare thighs with the palms up. "Right now just sit there… just like that," he rasped as he pulled his hips back before bucking them forward, "And look pretty. Fuck… that mouth of yours… and it's all mine to do whatever I want with…"

He was making love to your mouth, just as he did between your legs. 

You did as you were told, sitting and taking his assault on your mouth and throat. His ejaculate, your tears and your saliva drooling all over your lap. He was making love to your mouth, just as he did between your legs. 

You could feel slick running down the side of your leg, not wanting to ruin the pristine white sheets and to create some much needed friction you closed your legs together. 

He stopped his hips, the tip of his cock still in your mouth as he saw you squirming. "Touch yourself." He said. 

Your eyes widened as you realised what he meant. You couldn't risk pulling him out of your mouth to protest. You were too embarrassed to do that in front of him as well. 

"That's an order," he growled as he fucked in to your warm mouth, making you choke around him, pushing him closer to his release. 

A shaky hand made its way to your core, past your pubic hair and between your thighs. You tried to emulate how Curtis touched you. 

First he touched your thighs and kissed them all over. Then your ass and then he'd tease around your lips, torturing you for what would feel like forever before touching you where you most needed him. 

You gathered your intimate juices, spreading them around your vulva before rolling your pearl between your fingers, moaning around his length. 

"That's it, princess… come on, come with me," he groaned, slowly fucking into your mouth, holding off his release so he could watch you fall apart as he came in your mouth, one hand tangled up in your hair and another pinching and twisting your nipples. 

Soon you were whimpering, you tried to tell him that you were close. Thankfully he seemed to understand as he picked up the pace. Fucking into your mouth till you could feel streaks of his release on the back of your throat. 

You held onto his thigh so you could sit upright as your orgasm washed over you. Your nails digging into his skin as you screamed around his length. 

"Swallow it all," he commanded as you gulped down all that you could. 

You took in some much needed oxygen as he pulled his softening cock out of your mouth, your chest heaving as he laid down beside you and pulled you into his body.

He thought you'd want to sleep after. Since you were so swollen and tired. He'd have to take it easy on you from now on. Maybe use your mouth every now and then to give your pussy a rest. 

But then… 

Were you grinding against his cock? 

He propped your chin up so he could look at your face, the most innocent look on it. 

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Um… are you done?" you asked, tracing a scar on his chest. 

"You want something, princess?" he asked, pinching your buttock as you yelped. 

"I was thinking… we could make love? It doesn't feel right not to. You know?"

"Right, of course, princess. Since you asked so nicely." He smirked as he climbed on top of you. 

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[beetsandskzreads]

silent bright summer night

bang chan x gn!reader, y/n works with skz and became their friend (the ultimate dream haha)

genre: tooth-rotening fluff, slight angst with a happy ending

notes/warnings: nothing intense, this is very fluffy, there's brief mentions of cheating, long distance, y/n's exes, fear of abandonment, slight insecurities, deep talks, reader and chan are slightly wine drunk, y/n and chan are whipped, y/n makes it explicit they want to date someone very warm and caring (aka chan), i don't think that's a warning tho djsjs just saying

scenario: on a balcony, at a beach apartment on a summer night of vacation, y/n opens up to chan about their past and current lovers. what y/n doesn't know is why chan is so interested listening to it.

It was 1:01 am when chan and I found ourselves in the balcony that overlooked the city and it's bright lights on a summer night. Skz had gone to sleep right after all of us came back from a night out of lots of fun, buying stuff on stores by the beach, having ice cream, seeing the view of the city lights reflecting on the sea water, appreciating street artists...

The two of us had been talking the whole evening, we hung out as a group but mostly just spoke to each other and laughed at the members jokes, both of us having a sparkle in our eye every time we saw the group happy. There was this unspoken pleasantness, a bliss, calmness in the air but with a lot of excitement. Chan was so happy to be around the sea with "the kids" as he refers to them and being at the beach almost 24/7 this week, it was like his natural habitat, his home, a comfort place. It left you feeling even softer for him, and as you shared your love for the sea, your feelings were at a peak. You liked Chan, and you loved this place as much as he did.

The night was so great, everyone was out like a lightweight as soon as we arrived to the vacation apartment we're in. Chan and I were testing the theory that a glass of wine would help us get drowsy and help us fall asleep as well, since we both have trouble falling asleep and felt nothing but a remaining excitement from the night out. It came to me especially because of the enthusiasm of talking to him, we were connecting so well, I didn't want this to ever end.

And so we drank (one glass quickly becoming the whole bottle) and we talked for what felt like hours on end, that neither of us wanted to cease.

- My ex best friend, she never quite knew how to choose guys, she always went for the ones that would never turn her way, the ones who obviously wouldn't care about her, not because of her, but because they were really careless guys, walking red flags. - I told him, I couldn't remember where exactly the conversation started but we were talking about nice people picking shitty people to date.

- What about you? - he asked

- Me? I barely even like guys, I mean I do, but I'm really picky actually, I don't allow myself to fall for cold people, I wouldn't forgive myself if I took interest in someone rude, I try so hard to take care of myself so I either stay alone that way or I find someone who makes me feel better, who knows how to take care of me, after all we chase happiness, I think a caring person could do that, someone gentle who isn't scared of emotions or who at least is open to face that fear with me by their side.

- I get it, it's hard to get by if you don't have emotional support, a partner should be able to provide that support, yeah. Did you ever... find someone like that?

- Yeah, in the past I did and even now I do know someone more than ideal... I guess my ex partners when I was young were going through a soft phase tho... I guess everyone has an emotional limit they were scared to cross... once I found that barrier the relationship stoped evolving, reached a dead end and so there was nothing left for me anymore and I left, plus, you know, cheating, long distance, a bunch of stuff really... it wasn't meant to be and I'm okay with that.

- What about that someone right now?

Silence ruled for about 3 seconds before I knew what to say. That someone right now is him. Ever since I've known him feels like he's the only man ever, but I don't think I'd tell him that, not soon anyways.

- What about 'em?

- What's that person like? What makes you trust they're any different from your exes?

- Sometimes I fear they're not, but I set the bar really high and I reset it constantly, to make sure I'm seeing it right, sometimes they seem so perfect to me that I wonder what good have i done in my past life to deserve to be around such a bright person. Of course they make mistakes too, but even the way they deal with them is so... mature, it's so easy to just solve things communicating, it's insane to me. Then I remember it's probably because they're eventually gonna leave me too, or just not reciprocate my feelings and after they break my heart I'll probably loose all hope in love, be heart broken for two years until I decide I'm gonna focus on myself again... it's a cycle after heartbreak, but with this person I'm really scared, because they mean more. I'm way too deep in before I've even expressed my feelings, it's gonna be devastating. - I'm rambling, the wine made me do it.

- What makes you think they wouldn't like you back tho?

- I'm not sure I just... it would be too good to be true and it's complicated... he's amazing and I'm just not sure if he'd be into me, I mean, I think I'm lovable and I think I'd be a great lover, I just don't know if I'm his type or if he'd consider me. We have a bit of an age gap, I'm not someone who's typically pretty or specially good looking, I have my charms but I have no idea if that's enough for him to be in love. It's complicated with each others work too... - I notice chan's gaze on me, he has his head leaned on his hand on the table and he's looking at me with bright eyes, eyes that look tired and a little drunk but somehow, he manages to look at me in a way that makes me feel adored, I don't know why you have to make me feel so much love, Bang Chan - Why are you looking at me like that?

- You have no idea how other people perceive you, do you? - he ignored your question, probably because of his drunk-ish drowsy state - Everyone I know likes you, see, you're a naturally kind and caring person, you're attentive to people's needs, you make sure everyone feels comfortable around you... that's so appreciated by everyone. I think you're exceptional y/n, you have this charismatic way of existing, a refreshing and comfy presence everyone can feel, but to me... it feels like home. You feel like home y/n. So... I have no idea who that person is but I sure as hell know they'd be more than lucky to have you as a partner and they're definitely dumb if they let you go.

- Are you dumb? - my heart's pounding quicker as I'm about to do something I didn't plan on doing ever.

- Huh? No, why w-

- Because that person is you... I like you, Chan. In a more-than-friends way - I interrupt him quickly before I lose my newly found courage.

Chan could've sworn his heart stopped for a few seconds. Suddenly sobriety hit him like a truck. It was the alcohol that made you say that, he thought, but he wished it was true and you didn't drink enough to be lying about this kind of stuff, you had a full on conversation and you seemed pretty sober.

- Y-y/n are you sober? - he tries to navigate through the situation.

- Oh my... yeah I am, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, it just rolled out of my tongue. I'm sorry... - you said as you panicked and tried to go back inside, regret filling up all your organs.

"I messed up" your brain keeps repeating as desperation starts entering your body, until Chan grabbed your hand, stopping you from leaving.

- Wait! You don't need to apologize, I'm glad you told me... You didn't think I'd say all that about you if I didn't like you as well, did you? - he asks suggestively.

- I don't know - you blush as you realize what he's getting at - You're just so nice to everyone, I didn't make a big deal out of it.

- Well, you should've made it a big deal, the biggest deal actually because I've been trying really hard to show you how I feel these past few days and you were so clueless I thought you were purposefully ignoring the signs because you didn't like me back.

- I'm sorry Channie, I just didn't want to assume stuff and get heartbroken if it wasn't true.

-Well it is true, so you don't need to worry anymore. I really like you too, y/n. And I've wanted to say it for a while too, I was just wondering if it was a good idea since you work with us, but I can't contain my feelings anyways... you always treat me so softly and you look after the kids really well... It just feels like you were made to be by my side, you're the embodiment of the person I've always dreamed to be with, and these past few days with the kids and you... it just felt like we were the perfect family you know? I don't think I could be without you by my side anymore... - he stops, he's been staring at your eyes the whole time and now they're starting to water.

How could you not cry when he's saying the things you thought you'd only ever hear in dreams?

- Why are you crying sweetheart? - he whispered, as he wipes a tear with his thumb, the other hand holding your hand as he stands closer every second.

- It's just... I'm so... happy - you smile through your tears - I'm so happy to hear that, you said it in such a beautiful way too... I feel exactly the same, it's like I've gained a family with you guys but you... I've grown really attached to you, feels like some parts of you are tangled in my heart in ways I couldn't tear apart if I wanted to... I'm drawn to you and when I'm with you it's comfortable, blissful, it's right. You're so good to me, it's unbelievable, but it's true, and it warms my heart. - you say as your foreheads touch and your smile grows, his eyes showing so much adoration for you, you could melt.

Suddenly you share your first kiss together, a soft yet passionate mix of sensations, and it felt like everything you ever felt around Chan but better.

You stare into each other's eyes, smiling like the little lovely goofballs you both were, noses touching, ocasional little pecks filled with giggles because you were whipped for each other.

- So this means we're exclusive lovers now, yeah? - he asks with a blushing face, a very silent giggle and a huge, uncontrollable smile.

- Definitely, yeah - you answer biting your lip until eventually you let out the largest smile you ever had.

Needless to say, you didn't leave that balcony to go to sleep that evening. In fact, you two watched the sunrise kissing and cuddling, talking about the feelings you had for each other, when they started, why you liked each other, covered by a blanket, not wanting to let go of each other now that you were openly romantic.

Han found you both sound asleep, you on chan's lap, head on his neck as his arms wrapped around you gently, on a chair in the middle of the morning. He obviously called all the members to watch you two as they assumed you two finally got together. All of them saw it coming, Chan wouldn't shut up about you and had written what could be an entire album about you.

They were happy at least you'd be around more often to cook your delicious food. And you both blushed really hard once you woke up to lot's of teasing from the kids, it was fine tho, you liked it just like this, it was home.

[sebstanns]

Deserve

Summary: You broach a tricky subject with Bucky. Recovering / soft Bucky x female reader. Angst / fluff / smut.

Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Unprotected sex. Language.

A.N: I kept meaning to write for Steve but this happened. I usually write for Boyd Holbrook characters on my sideblog - Masterlist.

I didn’t tag anybody but let me know if you’d like to be, possibly a part 2 or a prequel to this. I’d like to thank @ionlyjoinedforboydholbrook​ for her constructive feedback! It’s my first time writing for Bucky so please be kind!

Your heart skips a beat when you see Bucky waiting outside your office building, holding a bunch of flowers no less. He's awkwardly leaning against a wall, eyes darting around searching for you.

"You shouldn't have." You smile as you approach him.

"I was just passing." He murmurs, cheeks flushing as you kiss him.

"Passing a flower stall too?" You ask, accepting the blooms.

"Yeah, I guess so." He smiles.

"Mr Barnes, sorry to bother you." A voice pipes up. You turn and vaguely recognise the guy, you've seen him in the office building. What does he want with Bucky though?

Bucky eyes him warily. "Do I know you?"

"Oh no, I'm uh....I'm a big fan." the guy stammers, starting to sweat.

"So you're a fan of my work as the Winter Soldier or...”

"No no, I mean since then. Saving the world and everything."

"Sure, thanks." Bucky sighs.

You kind of feel for the guy, Bucky wasn't exactly known for accepting compliments, you know that better than anyone.

"Hey, can I get a selfie?" the guy asks, pulling out his phone.

"He's off duty, sorry." You say diplomatically, taking Bucky’s arm. "Let's get going."

"I'll never get used to that, " Bucky mumbles, as you steer him away from his fan. "I spent so much effort trying to hide and now..." He trails off.

"You saved the world, that's what people know you for now." You say, determined to put a positive spin on things.

"It wasn't just me." He says, as you cross the street. He moves his arm and grabs your hand instead, squeezing lightly. He's wearing gloves as is usual in public, concealing his gleaming hand in black leather.

You fall into a companionable silence as you head in the direction of your apartment. You can't help noticing that you're taking the route that happens to pass Bucky's favourite diner - where you first met in fact, a little over four months ago.

"Feel like coffee and pie?" He asks casually.

You grin at his predictability. "Sure."

Your flowers sit on the table in a kindly donated water jug as you and Bucky tuck into pie and ice cream, apple and cherry respectively.

"This...is...the...best...pie." Bucky says between mouthfuls.

"I knew you were going to say that." You tease.

He smiles, his eyes twinkling and crinkling at the corners. Oh, he seems so happy and relaxed, you impulsively decide to broach a tricky subject, figuring now to be a good a time as any.

"So, you know my sister's getting married in a couple of weeks." You begin, glancing at him as you toy with your food.

Bucky's eyes flicker and he fills his mouth with pie. "Hm-hmm." He mumbles.

You take a deep breath. "Well, I was wondering if you'd consider coming with me, as my plus one?"

He pales a little and offers a tentative smile. "I don't know sweetheart."

"Clare wants to meet you, that's all. You don't even have to stay for the full day, just to say hello."

"Sounds more like a family thing." Bucky says tightly, shifting in his seat.

"Well yeah," you swallow, feeling yourself flush. "But you are my....I mean..."

He sighs. "I don't think it's a good idea, you saw what happened outside your office. Imagine that times a hundred."

"Everyone will be focused on the wedding, my family won't bug you, I promise. They aren’t like that.”

Bucky scoffs. “You might be surprised how brave people get after a couple glasses of champagne.”

You sigh impatiently, feeling something inside you break. "What are we doing here Bucky?"

"I thought we were eating pie." He half-smiles.

"You know what I mean. Us." You hated to push him like this, you really did, and you already knew that he wouldn’t react favourably to it, but your developing relationship had seemed to come to a standstill lately.

"We agreed to take things slowly, didn’t we? One day at a time." He says quietly, reaching for your hand.

"But that was four months ago, I thought that we might have progressed beyond that by now. It's like one step forward two steps back with you." You say, your voice cracking with emotion.

"You're not my shrink, ok?" He snaps suddenly.

You slide your hand away from his and reach for your bag, tears forming in your eyes.

"I'm going home." You say softly..

"Don't go, please. I'm sorry." He says, looking up at you, a note of quiet desperation in his voice.

"Enjoy your pie." You sniff, not looking at him. You’re halfway home before you realise that you've left the flowers on the table.

X - X - X

By the time you get home you're angry with yourself more than anything else, cursing the fact that you even mentioned the wedding. You had agreed to take things slowly, but the truth is that you’re falling for Bucky and you want him to be a bigger part of your life. The wedding seemed like the ideal opportunity to introduce him to your friends and family, but on reflection, you realise how overwhelming it might be.

Half an hour later when there's a knock at the door, you know that it's Bucky. He's carrying the flowers, still in the water jug.

"The waitress said we could have this, I think she just felt sorry for me." He chuckles dryly, following you into the living room.

You can’t help but smile at the image of him walking down the street with the flowers.

"I'm sorry." You murmur, setting the flowers on your coffee table.

"Why are you sorry? I was a jerk back there." Bucky frowns.

"I shouldn't have pushed you like that."

"You weren't pushing." He sighs.

"I spooked you.” You say softly, looking up at him.

"Yeah." He smiles. "A little. Look, I’m still trying to figure this out."

"I know. Me too. I've never been in a relationship like this."

"I should hope not." He says wryly.

You chuckle, fighting the urge to just throw youself into his arms.

"I like you, so much." Bucky murmurs, his eyes searching yours as he strokes your face. "But I can't help thinking that you'd be better off with someone else."

Your stomach drops. "No, Bucky-”

"I mean like someone who doesn't get spooked when you want to do regular relationship stuff, it's not fair on you." He says, brow furrowed.

"Look, forget the wedding, I'll ask one of my friends to come."

"It's not just the wedding though is it?" He sighs.

“I don’t want anybody else.” You state firmly, placing your hand on his chest - you can feel his ever present dog tags through the thin material of his sweater.

"You've been so patient with me, it's more than I deserve."

"This is what you deserve." You say, and kiss him gently on the cheek. "And this." then corner of his mouth. "And this." finally the hollow of his throat.

He lets out a soft groan and grips the nape of your neck, kissing you deeply, opening your mouth with his tongue. He tastes of cherry and vanilla, his lips soft but insistent.

"I want you." He breathes. "I want you."

Without a word, you take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. Bucky was so gentle and hesitant when you first started sleeping together, terrified of hurting you with his strength and self-conscious of his arm. You managed to convince him that you could take - even sometimes desired - a little roughness. He loved to take his time undressing you, kissing and touching your soft flesh as he went. And when you reciprocated, he'd been touch starved for so long that the feeling of your hands and lips on him was almost enough.

Tonight he didn't deviate, pulling off your clothes and kissing you everywhere as you laid on the bed. He hovers over you, still half dressed, and you stroke his hair, fingers entwined in the short strands as his lips travel down your body, making you squirm. Finally he kneels between your legs and tugs at your panties, eyes dark with lust.

"James." You sigh, touching yourself, wetness coating your fingertips.

"You're so beautiful." He says gruffly, eyes focused on you as he removes his jeans. You'd seen him naked a number of times now but you never failed to be impressed by his magnificence, even his cock, now hard and leaking at the tip, is a thing of beauty.

You hold your hand out for him to return to the bed but his hands reach for your waist, indicating for you to turn over; you comply and he moves behind you, lifting your hips and pushing into you in one swift movement. You cry out as he fills and stretches your pussy, digging your fingers into the mattress as you back up against him.

"Does that feel good, sweetheart?" He growls.

"Yes, please...don't stop." You mewl, as he buries his cock to the hilt.

Bucky’s flesh hand is between your legs, fingering your aching clit, while his metal one still grips your hip. You place your hand over his, interlacing your fingers with his vibranium digits.

The rhythmic clink of Bucky's dog tags and the sound of your soft cries fill the air, he continues to work your clit in tight circles as he moves inside you, leaning down to pepper kisses on your shoulder - it isn't long before you feel the familiar tightness building at your core.

"Oh, Bucky, I'm going to-" you trail off as he drives into you harder, making you come apart and you moan loudly as your orgasm rolls through you in hot waves.

Compared to you, Bucky's almost silent, quietly panting and groaning, his hold on you tightening as you feel him throbbing into you.

Afterwards he spoons you, his bionic arm around your waist like a vice, kissing your hair.

"Look, about the wedding-" He starts.

"We don't have to talk about it now." You yawn. “Let’s leave it until tomorrow. One day at a time.”

“One day at a time.” Bucky repeats, softly.