#( me sobbing writing this at 4am )

[gatzbright]

tell me our story

dnf fic, 2k, one shot, rated m [established relationship, fluff, talk of the future and children]

George closes the door softly and leans back against the soundproof padding. Upbeat tones fill the air, resembling the beat he’d felt earlier, and Dream’s recorded voice follows. It’s twenty-thirty-six, I’ll probably have some kids, I’ll teach them not to do the same stupid shit I did … George stops breathing.

[Or, George hears Dream's new lyrics and it starts a conversation they were both longing for.]

[homeless202]

I’m new here and I absolutely love your type of blogs with analysis and meta and long texts~~

I was wondering—is Eunyung and Haejoon’s relationship the kind that could be interpreted as romantic?

first of all, welcome and ty! and sorry it took me so long to reply, i hope u're still around anon. now to answer ur question

i'll take this opportunity to share all my thoughts on the topic bc i have Many.

TLDR: it is possible to read it as romantic if you really want to, but it's not meant to (at least not as of right now in the story aka ch.224)

deep dive under the cut as to why

-> can Eunyung and Haejoon’s relationship be interpreted as romantic?

i like how you phrased that bc, the thing is, interpretation is very subjective. you're welcome and allowed to interpret things however you want, but in EY&HJ's case, i feel like you'd have to work a lil extra hard to get to that point.

-> is Eunyung and Haejoon’s relationship meant to be interpreted as romantic?

this one's easy bc no. objectively Not. the genre of No Home is drama and slice of life (and once upon a time, horror). even if they were to ever end up in a romantic relationship, that's not what the story is about.

when i ask myself what the author's intention is with this story, i'd say it's to (realistically) portray how a young person with trauma would navigate another young person's trauma. and showing how easy it is to unintentionally fuck it up for various reasons: lacking context as to what exactly said trauma is, generally not knowing how to navigate it, their own trauma getting in the way, lacking the necessary resources. take your pick.

think of it like "how should i carry someone else's baggage when i have my own to deal with?" while also keeping in mind they're kids; they often don't have enough experience to know how to help, and even when they know what the right thing to do is, they're not old enough to take (legal) action.

and especially, the most heart-breaking yet realistic thing, when you're just getting to know someone, you can't know everything about them. it's so easy to accidentally do or say sth that cuts or offends when it wasn't meant to. but when they've got their own issues, it's hard not to take it personally (eg. EY talking about HJ's parents without knowing his mom died not long ago in the beginning of the story).

-> what even is Eunyung and Haejoon’s relationship??

this one's so funny bc i have no idea how to answer and i'm convinced not even EY and HJ themselves would know how to answer. they're not really friends; they got off on the wrong foot and kept walking with two left feet way too much to call themselves friends. the things that pushed them together the most were the dorms (not anymore) and the same friend group (more or less since EY has multiple).

what fits them best i'd say is "the universe forced us together against our will and now we're stuck with one another altho we hate each other" (<- at least in the beginning) extended with the "misery loves company" sentiment. finding comfort in someone who gets it, even tho they only kinda get it but not really but it works out anyway except it doesn't <- THERE'S NO NAME FOR THAT *cry* they invented a new type of character dynamic smh (i've never read a pairing with so much (romantic) potential only to see them completely fuck up their chance so royally by the end of their interaction EVERY SINGLE TIME. like yeah, enemies to lovers whatever BUT NOT TO THAT LEVEL HOLY SHIT)

they've changed each other, sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worse. they're compatible in the way they understand each other on a deeper level and incompatible in the way they don't.

...however...

this is how HJ thinks of EY: (and also what No Home is truly abt)

and this is how EY feels about HJ after EY found out HJ used to steal as well (aka that HJ isn't perfect like the stuck up bitch EY thought he was at first):

so...

<- -> EY's first impression of HJ was that he was looking down on him and sth like "does this guy have ulterior motives? or is he just that naive being so trusting?" until EY found out HJ wasn't that different from him. after that, EY started admiring HJ for still managing to achieve things in life despite the hardships he had to go through. the type of admiration that can easily (and sometimes does) slip into envy.

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since the beginning, EY has helped HJ (or at least tried to) without him knowing. sometimes it worked out, sometimes not. most times EY tried doing sth nice for HJ was (from EY's perspective) in return to HJ trying to help him or doing nice things for him (which, again, sometimes worked out, sometimes not). EY was just paying back a debt to "this stubborn naive guy who keeps getting into trouble and butting into his business. gotta look out for this idiot or he might get scammed." (<- eg. when EY offered to get HJ's money back from his uncle)

he doesn't do it for credit or friendship or out of obligation, he's just doing what he thinks is the right thing bc he doesn't want to owe anyone anything. he can't accept people just genuinely being kind, genuinely caring and genuinely wanting to help. but he's been learning and slowly coming to terms with it.

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<- -> HJ first wanted to try befriending EY despite not liking him bc, well, the guy did steal his wallet and stab him in their first interaction. after trying and failing at it multiple times, thanksgiving happened, and HJ started thinking of EY as his underclassman bc he realized EY's just a kid with issues and he should keep an eye on him (discretely bc EY hates pity).

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with time HJ has come to understand EY better by going after him whenever he ran off and slowly realized that EY does mean well and has his reasons (as fucked up as they might be sometimes). but his mentality abt EY is still "i gotta push him in the right direction cuz he's my underclassman and i unintentionally got attached to him (somehow??)" (also bc he knows EY already gave up on himself so he needs a lil help to find his way again. also also bc he knows EY is lowkey suicidal and he's scared it'll be his fault if sth happens) <- his care for EY comes from a protective/nurturing (/possibly maybe guilty) place which started when he realized EY was just a kid^^. in other words, HJ still bothers with EY out of a subconscious sense of responsibility/obligation in a way (a good way tho. or at least a way that gets better)

see, sth i struggle with is if HJ thinks he has to or wants to or thinks he should or can't just not help/care for EY. i can't exactly pinpoint where the sentiment is coming from. his face is too blank for me to read sometimes T_T

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to summarize: HJ is EY's goal, what EY wishes he could've been. and EY is HJ's 'responsibility' so to speak (bc 'burden' doesn't quite fit since HJ is there for EY willingly) -> EY has a positive opinion of HJ while HJ has a neutral opinion of EY (which is also gradually getting better)

note1: i think HJ's intention (maybe subconsciously) was to be to EY what HJ's upperclassman was to him. aka someone who's there when you need it and can help guide you. it would explain why HJ kept chasing after EY despite not really having a reason to and EY repeatedly rejecting HJ's care/help.

note2: i also believe the 'upper-under-classman' relationship dynamic fits them the best atm bc it also matches the way the story often singles EY out as he's the only second year (aka younger) of the 6 MCs.

-> Romance in No Home?

another thing i should mention is that No Home rarely leaves things open for interpretation. the deepest arguments EY&HJ had were always spelled out for us, to make us understand exactly what the problem was, and how there isn't a good guy and a bad guy. it's just two people with issuesTM.

from what we've seen in the story up to this point, i couldn't pick out a moment where i'd go "here! that's romantic! that's the moment they realized SomeThing!" yk

when it comes to romance specifically, i feel like a handful of opportunities were missed. there are scenes which could've easily been written trough a rosy lens but simply weren't.

exhibit A:

HJ was speechless bc "wow this mf really is actively picking a fight with an authority figure. i gotta make sure things don't escalate" not bc "hoLY sHiT hE's PreTTy. all his fangirls are on to something". however, this only becomes more clear when you keep reading the next few chapters, so i understand how you could interpret it as the latter.

exhibit B:

here they got so close and the moment was so deep bc "woaa he said he believes me. no one's said to me that before!". unfortunately, EY was panicking too much for it to mean something bc of the guilt he felt for HJ trusting someone so undeserving of trust like EY.

exhibit C:

this is maybe the closest we got to romantic between these two. i think this might be the only (or at least first) ever deep interaction between them that didn't end in a fight or misunderstanding. is it meant to be romantic tho? -> ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-> what do i think?

first, full transparency: i went into reading this story fully expecting it to be a BL and for EY&HJ to end up together. but the more i kept on reading, the more i got the ick thinking about them being in a (romantic) relationship bc, at least from what we've seen so far in the story, their relationship would be so ToxicTM (which i personally don't enjoy reading).

as they are right now, i wouldn't want them to be together like that. like, honestly, you still can't really consider these two even friends; they just tolerate each other if the stars align correctly (altho, i'll admit, their relationship is gradually getting better!!). every big argument they had i thought "god, there's no coming back from that. i'd cut ties so quickly if was them wtf". i still don't know how they managed to keep on interacting, props to them ig.

there's a lot of unresolved issues between them. and a lot of resentment which would not bode well in a romantic relationship. the smallest argument would turn explosive and they'd be, at best, in an on&off type of relationship. they both have the power to break the other and neither would be afraid to use it. they have a lot of history together, which is not always pleasant, so if they ever were to go the romantic route, it would have to be a long way to go.

technically, i could see them in a romantic relationship if they both went to therapy first and talked out all the baggage they're carrying (both individual and shared). realistically tho, what i think will happen at the end of No Home is that either they never cross paths again after high school ends (which would absolutely break my heart Wanan pls don't), or they somehow (unintentionally) end up living together bc they both desperately needed a roommate to pay rent (which would be a hilarious fucking gag LMAO). just, HJ going to uni/work and EY doing his own thing (prolly an actor) while still cohabiting together; hanging out to watch a movie before bed <- (whether platonic or romantic being left up for interpretation)

<- -> in conclusion, from what we've seen up to this point, their relationship is mainly upper-under-classman; reluctant (maybe) friends who tolerate each other but also care (too) deeply. they've changed each other, sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worse. in some ways they're compatible and in others they're not.

all this being said, their relationship is improving and romance between EY&HJ is not impossible, just rather unlikely imo. but, again, interpretation is subjective and u're welcome to read their relationship however you want.

[lostusagis]

@jiraipink asked:

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞!

How would the Yato sibs handle feelings of betrayal from someone they love? (Doesn't have to be romantic.) Do they seek out revenge? Wallow in sadness and melancholy? Or simply move on and forget?

( Oh boy, I absolutely love this question thanks sooo much for sending it but also 💀 )

( Kagura is the type that doesn't like lingering on things. She doesn't like to live in the past. However, being betrayed by anyone would hurt a lot regardless.

If a friend betrays her, it'll hurt. A LOT. She sees her friends as family basically, and for one of them to turn on her, treat her badly, etc... She's going to be torn over it. The most she'll do is probably punch them depending on what's been done to her, but she'll likely move on. Growing up, she always cried over everything so she tells herself all the time that it's not worth crying anymore. Not over someone who treats her badly especially. She'll do her best to just move on and forget, but if this is someone she's known for a while? Then it's going to sting for a while. This could go for platonic or romantic.

If the person is blood, Kamui That's something that'll be a lot harder to move on from. But depending on the situation, she'll try talking to them to see what happened. The likelihood of her father or Kamui ever betraying her is very little, but if it ever was to occur she'll try to smack sense into them. It's a lot harder for her to get over betrayal by her actual family. Hell, if Kamui never came around she would've went to the ends of the earth just to keep on convincing him to be her family again. It'll be really hard to accept betrayal from either of those two. She wouldn't be able to get over it. No matter what anyone says, and no matter how unreasonable it may seem. To her, friends can sometimes be temporary, but family is literally forever. )

( OH BOY. You already know this guy is a mess. Trust is literally everything to him. attaining it is literally a mission in itself. Because betrayal is the exact thing he's afraid of. It's exactly why he doesn't like letting people in. When he found out about his dad hiding what was going on with his mother, that felt like betrayal. It definitely hurt a lot. This man. A man he looked up to so highly, was someone he striven to be like, kept such a huge secret from him. Kamui was so torn up about it, that he lost all respect for his father. He really will kill him if he experiences any kind of betrayal from him again. The only reason Umibozu is still alive is because of Kagura keeping them both in line.

Betrayal by family would genuinely hurt him a lot. Kagura is the only blood he does have complete trust in. If she was to betray him, he'd probably be crushed. He'd end up losing it. The thing is, despite his usual solution being to kill, he still couldn't bring himself to kill Kagura. Even if she did the worst thing imaginable to him, he still couldn't do it. He could never bring himself to kill his little sister. Had it been anyone else? Yeah. But Kagura was someone who made him have faith in others again, thinking maybe it was okay to trust, and keeping himself closed out from everyone wasn't the best solution. To be betrayed by her would hurt beyond belief, his will to live had already dwindled due to the guilt he's felt over his mother, betrayal from his sister would do him in at that point.

If we're talking friends, lovers, he would just kill them. Kamui even developing friendships/romantic relationships is a miracle in itself because of how hard it is to just befriend him. Kagura really is like the only person he trusts, as well as Abuto, though Kagura he trusts more on an emotional level and unless someone actively makes the effort to get to know him, and can endure his harsh words and attempts to push others away, befriending him is impossible. Trust from him needs to be earned, and betraying that trust will cost a person their life. When Kamui loves, he loves really hard. He puts his everything into anyone he loves. Friend, family, and partner. Even if he kills them, it's going to hurt a lot afterwards. It's hard for him to move past anything that's hurt him emotionally. He'll grieve what he lost. The memories, the smiles shared, the laughs, he'll never be able to get over it. He'll probably end up so overwhelmed by all of his unbearable emotions, he'll just break and completely lose it. He's not good at handling his feelings, especially the sad ones. They're always intense and hard to handle, and as much as he wants to pretend he's empty and emotionless, he's probably even more emotional than his sister. Moving on is something nearly impossible. )

[mwagneto]

aint got shit to say for the most part..... im genuinely so devastated this show was everything to me and not only is it over the final season wasn't even that good. godddd

[altrxisme]

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[wnbnny]

gone - b.c

genre: angst, breakup

synopsis: you shouldn't have married me. the words rang in your head, eyes widening ever so slightly as your fragile heart finally shattered like a piece of glass, the final blow delivered by chan's words.

word count: 0.4k (short drabble)

author's note: just a short drabble to keep y'all entertained while i write my longer fics:]

"why can't you just leave me alone??" chan was on the brink of exhaustion, and you nagging at him was not helping at all.

"chan-" you began, but was cut off by him almost immediately. "no! you tell me to sleep every single day, you call me 15 times in one day, you won't let me have even a single fucking second to myself!" chan's hands gripped at his hair as he yelled, gesturing around wildly.

"i just tell you to take care of yourself! you stay up until 3am in the morning, never eat and starve yourself, you never even say a fucking goodbye in the morning when you leave!" you yelled, lips wobbling as you felt all the pent-up emotions starting to expand, rising and rising until it was pushing against the walls of your heart and threatening to explode.

"do you know how shitty it feels to have a fucking husband that feels like a long-distance boyfriend? you don't even say goodbye, you come back at 4am every day, and i haven't even seen you in a month-" you stop, a sob threatening to escape, so you compressed your trembling lips into a straight line keep the tears in, though it was a futile attempt.

"well you shouldn't have even fucking married me then! i don't need a fucking second mother bossing me around every single second of the day! this marriage isn't even fucking working!"

you shouldn't have married me.

the words rang in your head, eyes widening ever so slightly as your fragile heart finally shattered like a piece of glass, the final blow delivered by chan's words. you could only stand in place, frozen and rooted in place, tears finally cascading down your face.

"wait- no, shit-" chan could only stammer as he watched your face fall, instantly regretting what he had just carelessly uttered.

"fine." one word, yet said with so much finality. the one word that broke his heart.

hand shaking, you brought your right hand to your left, finally twisting the small band encrusted with sparkling diamonds off. your wedding ring.

how ironic, that the symbol of your love would become the symbol of your separation.

you slammed the ring down on the counter, grabbed your coat and keys, and walked out the front door. he knew your heart was gone, the frayed rope holding your relationship together by a thread finally snapping with the sharp knife of his words.

you were gone.

[mysticmoosenger]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝕗****𝕕 𝕦𝕡 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭…

synopsis: deciding to ask choso to switch roles!

themes: sub!choso, dom!reader, orgasm denial, edging, nicknames, begging, reader is evil, choso is just a little guy

characters: choso <3 love my boy and hate gege

a/n: hi very happy to be back, excited to write more. everything i’ve written previously is deleted from my page bc i want to start fresh haha. college is destroying my hopes and dreams rn. also, i didnt proofread this like at all and its 4am, so just like, ignore my fuck ups please ily

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choso! ur a super freak!

He wont show it, but he is already cumming at the thought of it. He is 110% a switch, but has been taking the dominant role since you seemed so sweet and eager to let him use you to do whatever he pleased.

“baby, I dont know how you feel about it and maybe it’s weird for me to say but… do you mind if I take the lead a little?”

That caught him off guard. Like totally off guard. As he was taking off your shirt his hands froze and his assault on your neck paused, He blinked a few times and asked to make sure thats really what he heard, “…you mean like, you want to be dominant?”

You shyly nod and continue to run your hands through the hair at the nape of his neck, his signature buns starting to unravel, somehow making him even hotter. God, you wanted to eat him alive.

After a few more seconds of processing, he quietly responds, “…yes love”

You feel him slowly kiss the marks he left you on your collarbone, his hands now gently reaching to remove your shirt. As he goes to lift it over your head, he moves back to allow you some space to wriggle the tight material past your shoulders. You catch a glimpse of his face right as he backs up, his face a bright red and his eyes looking glossy, he looks perfectly pitiful. Wow… you never realized how badly you have wanted to do this.

You manage to free yourself from your constricting top, taking off your bra as well. Choso watches you, his eyes following your every move, scanning your body. It’s obvious how down bad this poor boy is for you. You had never expected him to be this eager about switching roles.

The upper half of your clothing now gone, the red LED lights around the border of Choso’s room making your skin look flawless and irresistible. You swear you can see the poor boy drooling over you, waiting for you to order him around, use him, and make him a sobbing mess. He’s sitting in front of you on the bed, his hands tentatively resting on your thighs, staring at you with those sleepy dark eyes. He still had a bit of eyeliner on from earlier in the day, now starting to smudge and give him adorable tear stains. “okay cho… please strip for me baby”, you coo, wanting to mark up that broad muscular chest of his.

He slips his black compression tee over his head in one fluid motion, exposing his perfect abs and those sexy tattoos trailing down them leading to his hips. He stops and begins to run his hands from your waist to your tits, awaiting more instruction, already beet red and breathing fast. His heart is beating so fast that it starts to make him dizzy with lust. “I said strip cho. everything. be a good boy for me okay?”

You have never seen your man this worked up in the entirety of your relationship before. He moves at what seems like lightening speed, tearing off his pants, looking at you for approval as you nod for him to take off his boxers too. His dick springs out with possibly the hardest and angriest boner you’ve ever seen. You motion with your head for him to lay down, crawling on top of him and hovering your clothed pussy over his dripping dick. His eyes begging you to fuck him, he begins to snake his hands around your hips, trying to get you to at least touch him. “no cho, hands up by the headboard.” you say, pulling his wrists together and pinning them above his head. “if you move them I’m not letting you cum today.”

Choso nods immediately, knowing that he’d rather die than not be allowed to finish tonight. You make eye contact and slowly dip down to meet his lips with yours, your hand sliding down his arm from his wrists, gently caressing his muscular tattooed biceps. “you belong to me, got it cho?” you purr against his lips. He lets out an erotic whimper in response, which honestly takes both of you by surprise. You pause and let it replay in your head a few times before saying, “I’m totally breaking you tonight. how did I never know you had such a cute little submissive side?”

You move your hand to gently squeeze his throat and rejoin his lips, tongue grazing gently along his lips, his occasionally meeting yours. And while Choso has a submissive side, he’s still freaky. As you move to pull away, he nips at your bottom lip, making you moan in response, “god I love you.”

You begin to move down his body, leaving little nips and kisses on the way to his beautiful abs. You glance up at his flustered face as you start to fill the gaps between his tattoos with little hickies to mark your territory. “no one else is allowed to see you like this, alright cho? mmmm fuck, no one..” you moan against his skin. You love the idea of your love bites being shown off in his weekly gym pictures.

Choso is squirming, overwhelmed at the sensation of you kissing by his v-line. “..mmm pl-please y/n… ohmygo-d yes pleaseee…” he rambles, his eyes squeezing shut and his eyeliner now officially all over his cheeks, complimenting the long tattoo over the center of his nose. His hair has almost completely fallen out of his buns, now tangled and fanned out around his face. He really does look angelic. And pitiful. You just want to ruin him.

“please what baby? please stop? its too much and i should stop?” you tease as you reduce your love bites to feathered kisses, barely touching his skin. “n-nooo please no i w-want mmore~ please baby y/n p-pleas- oh my go- god fuck!” he begs, his mouth agape and his hips writhing to try to get any pressure remotely to his dick.

You decide that since he has been so good (and you just want to make him a whimpering mess) he deserves a little treat. Your lips ghost down his thigh and to his balls, placing a gentle kiss to them. You quickly suck on your fingers to give them some lube while making sure Choso has a good view, and begin to stroke his shaft. With the way Choso is moaning, you speed up your movements, twirling your fingers over his angry, dripping tip and the end of every motion. Your other arm wraps around one of his thighs, doing your best to pin him in place. His hand slid down sneakily to rest atop your head, lacing his fingers through your hair. Your tongue found a sweet spot towards the base of his balls, eliciting a loud “FUCK oh my- fuck y-yes y/n there!” You continue stroking him and swirling your tongue against his sensitive spots until he is shaking, his hips desperately attempting to buck upwards. Right as he is about to finish, you remove your hands and sit back, away from his cock.

You smile, taking in the gorgeous sight before you. Choso is breathing in loud pants, whimpering and shaking from the abrupt stop of the stimulation. His eyes are teary, his makeup smeared, and his lips are glossy from your kisses. Trailing down, there is a line of love bites leading to his tattoos. His lower abdomen is drenched in slick precum. “baby please p-please keep going~” he begs in between pants.

You giggle slightly sadistically and gently run your fingertips around his v-line and base of his dick. Moving your head up, you give him a sloppy kiss, again inciting cute whimpers from his throat. “cho love, you remember what I said earlier about your hands? Dont think I didnt notice baby…”

Choso lets out a loud moan in protest, begging you for a second chance.

Luckily for him…. the clock just hit midnight.

ending a/n: thank u for reading!! please send in requests my asks are open! or just talk to me!! love u guys and im so excited to be back! :)

[neo-novaa]

hey I lov your writing!! could u write ethan landry x fem reader where they have a movie night and try to pull an all nighter but eventually she falls asleep on ethan during the film

your wish is my command! and ty for the compliment :))

“hey. hey!”

you're barely awake, head stuck on ethan’s shoulder as the soft glow of the tv makes your tired eyes sting.  

“i’m awake e,” you lie, trying your best to rub the sleep out of your eyes. 

“if you want to go to sleep you can—“

“no, i’m not tired.” you say. firmly. 

you’re too exhausted to notice the way ethan smiles knowingly.

you’re trying your hardest to pay attention to whatever horror movie ethan put on, you really are. but it’s 4am and your energy drinks ran empty hours ago. you were the one begging him to stay up with you yet, here you were, seconds away from sleep. 

“hey, did you know that while they were filming the scene, when aragon kicked the helmet, he actually broke his toe.”

your eyes snap open.

“we’re watching lord of the rings?”

ethan furrows his brows and narrows his eyes. “y…es? did…did you not know that? what did you think we were watching?”

“ethan…let me level with you—“

“i’m gonna bet a million dollars that i know what you’re going to say.”

“i am…so tired that i genuinely thought we were still watching that woodsy horror movie.”

ethan pulls you close and rests his head on top of your head, sighing deeply. “you mean the blair witch project?”

you shrug against his chest. “dude…i have no fucking clue.”

“well, seeing as though that was the only horror movie we watched, and the fact that we finished that over an hour ago—” you fake a sob against his chest. “i think it’s time someone goes to sleep.”

“ethaannn,” you drag his name out, eyes so heavy that it feels like a workout to keep them open. “i’m not tired.”

“me when i lie,” he mutters, and you muster up enough strength to slap his chest.

“you are literally fading in and out of consciousness every other second! there’s no shame in going to sleep babe, we’ll just pull an all-nighter another time, ok?”

no response. 

“hello? are you alive?” he leans his head down to meet your face, finding a you to be very much alive but very much asleep.

if you were awake, you’d be able to feel a soft kiss on your head, and hear a smug “ ‘not tired’ my ass.” from your boyfriend.

[junkissed]

show me what you do

member — junhui x f reader genre — smut word count — 1.2k synopsis — jun likes it when you cry. why don't you show him what you can do? smut warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, dacryphilia, reader has a wap, there is liquid everywhere this is messy asf (and we like it that way), fingering, sadist!jun, mean dom!jun, sub!reader, bdsm dynamics, orgasm control/denial, edging, overstimulation, some humiliation, names (sweetheart, baby, slut), wow this is a crazy one but i am indeed crazy notes — requested by @onlymingyus for my 🐈 1k event — hi. still insane over psycho jun. hbu. it's 4am but i had to write something so pls excuse any errors. tagging @seokgyuu for fun. enjoy!

“jun, please— need to cum, please let me cum—”

you feel your cunt throb with emptiness as tears well up in your eyes, finally beginning to spill down your cheeks at the discomfort of being edged and then subsequently overstimulated for the better part of an hour.

he says nothing as his thumb continues to roll over your swollen clit at an agonizing pace. his other fingers keep your folds spread apart so he has a perfect view of your spent pussy, clenching around nothing over and over again. 

your skin is already glistening with slick from so many orgasms, and he watches with a smirk as more continues to leak out of your hole. your tensing muscles force the wetness to drip down your ass and pool on the sheets beneath you, but he makes no moves to clean it up. 

even if he doesn’t say it aloud, you know he loves the sight: your cunt messy and ruined, and his cock isn’t even out of his pants yet. it’s almost impressive how all he needs is his fingers and his mouth to reduce you to a stuttering, shaking puddle of your own cum.

“you can do better than that, sweetheart.”

you whimper and squeeze your eyes shut as you feel your cheeks grow wetter with tears you can’t hold back. “please, junnie,” you sob out. “please let me, need it so bad— please!”

“i’ve let you cum plenty of times already, and you still need more? have i not done a good enough job that my baby is still not satisfied?” he presses his thumb harder against your clit, and you gasp and buck your hips into his hand, simultaneously trying to get closer and farther away from him.

“no, just—please, i’ve been so good, jun, just let me have one more,” you choke, your thighs trembling in exhaustion yet you still plead for more.

“and how many times have i let you cum tonight?” he asks as he increases the speed of his thumb petting your clit. he bends his knuckle and the edge of his nail brushes against your nerves for just a second, and automatically your legs jolt and try to snap shut. but his large hands are there to stop you, easily keeping your spread open despite the soreness already settling into your muscles.

you whine in frustration, but still answer his question. “f-four, but—jun, please, it hurts…”

“oh, it hurts?” he asks with faux sympathy, almost mocking you. you know what he’s going to say but you nod anyway, tears still staining your cheeks as you writhe in his grip. “you’re so close that every second without release is almost too much to bear? so overstimulated that you can’t possibly take another orgasm, yet you can’t live without just one more?”

“yes!”

his features melt into a grin, his eyes darkened with lust as he increases the pace of his thumb one more time. “good. because that was my intention.”

your mouth falls open in a guttural moan before it even registers in your brain that he’s taken his hand off of you. your cunt aches nearly to the point of hysteria, and your hips thrash uncontrollably as an incoherent melody of sounds falls from your lips, begging and whimpering and pleading for jun to let you cum. but he just watches with a smirk as his hands grip your thighs tightly, making it almost impossible for you to move or do anything to chase your fleeing orgasm.

your breath catches in your throat, each inhale like fire in your lungs despite the chills running through your body. every inch of your skin is sticky with sweat, and a fresh wave of tears is already beginning to spill down your face.

with a gentle touch jun brushes his finger against your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that falls from your eye. you blink your eyes open in surprise just in time to watch as he pushes his finger between his lips, his dark eyes locked with yours as his tongue swirls around his own fingertip. 

he groans at the taste, inhaling sharply through his nose before exhaling slowly as his eyes close in pleasure. a moment later he pulls his finger from his mouth and he opens his eyes again, his gaze falling on your expression as you stare up at him. 

“don’t you know how sweet you taste when you’re in pain?” he asks. he reaches out to swipe his finger against your cheek once more, but this time instead of opening his mouth, he presses his tear-soaked finger against your lips, and you willingly part them to allow him to let you taste. 

he studies your every move and hums when your tongue brushes over his finger. “such pretty tears,” he coos as you squirm beneath him, feeling your cunt beginning to throb again under his watchful eye, his words alone setting you back on the path towards your high. “look at what a mess you are. poor, sensitive baby, look at how you cry. doesn’t it feel so good when it hurts so much?”

without warning you feel a surge of energy, every muscle in your body tensing up as pleasure overtakes you. your heartbeat pulses in your chest and in between your legs at the same time, the sound rushing through your ears and overwhelming your senses as you struggle to stay conscious through your most powerful orgasm tonight.

“and look at you now,” jun chuckles, the same sadistic grin still spread across his face even as you whine and gasp for air. “cumming untouched, over nothing but a few tears? stupid little slut can’t even wait long enough to ask permission anymore. all you know how to do is cum.” he sighs, looking down at you almost with pity. “at least you look pretty when you do.”

“jun, p-please,” you sob, heaving breaths pushing your chest up and down rapidly.

“please, what? i’ve already given you the orgasm you asked for, so what more could you possibly want?” he hums at your silence, and the sudden feeling of his fingers on your clit once more makes you jump. “looks like i haven’t done a good enough job then, since you’re clearly still needy. so i guess i’ll have to just keep making you cum, until you can’t anymore, and maybe then you’ll finally be satisfied.”

he plunges three fingers into you without warning and your walls clench down around them, sucking him in as your cunt greedily accepts him inside you. you’re already feeling yourself beginning to fall into another orgasm, but you fight it off as hard as you can, barely recovered from the previous orgasm mere seconds ago.

“jun—” you rasp, your vision going blank at the force of the pleasure coursing through you. “fuck, j-jun, please, i can’t—”

“oh, you can,” he says harshly, curling his fingers rougher, harder, faster into your cunt. “and you will. until i say you can’t, you will. and i don’t think i’ve seen enough tears yet.” he leans down over your trembling body, pressing his lips against your ear so you can feel his hot breath burning into your skin, as he says the words that fill you with both dread and desire. “so go on, show me what you can do. cum for me, baby.”

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while you can still smell them ꩜ ln4

type: full length fic

word count: 3.9k

title from: i wish you roses by kali uchis

warnings: some fluff, angst, but like it's a happy ending. cursing bc i'm me, italics are memories

lily said: you know me i can never leave well enough alone. i thought this little snapshot of the break that was never really a break would be cute! for context, i'd suggest looking at the ig au linked below! this would be taking place in between part 2 and 3.

part 1

part 2

part 3

masterlist

You've only seen Lando cry on occasions that called for it. When family members died, when racing got too much for his mental, in some awful, awful moments. Maybe that's why it hurts so bad to see him cry now.

"A break feels a lot like you should add 'up' to that statement," he had said, turning away from you, looking out at the stars. You were sat on his balcony, feeling suffocated by the apartment. But the AC was on and working fine, and windows were open. Your emotions were suffocating you, that was more fitting.

"We can't keep on like this, Lan," you say in a broken voice, the lump in your throat thick and threatening. "It's not fair to either of us."

He doesn't realize he's crying until the drop hits his nose, making it quirk up in surprise. He swipes at his face, a pawlike move to get rid of the teardrops.

"Do you not love me anymore?"

His question makes you sob. Full body, head dropping to chest, your hands writing in your lap. The sound of you breaking down turns him back to you, rushing to the chair you've melted into. He lifts your face in his hands, and you take a breath when you see his face, discolored with tears.

"I'll always love you," he makes out of your words, just barely. "I, I just, it's not the same,"

"We can fix this, us. We can work on it together," Lando's brain is whirring at hyper speed, damage controlling the last 8 months of your lives together.

The cracks began to become schisms when he committed your largest pet peeve, which was ignoring things out of ease. Blissful ignorance, if you will.

It was small things, like forgetting about date nights in lieu of longer trainings or prolonging trips. Sometimes he forgot to water the plants, or didn't move laundry over, and that was manageable. That's what every couple encounters. What every couple does not encounter, was the intense pressure of racing a car for a living.

He was frustrated, with Zak, with anything papaya colored, and with his own self-doubts. He carried that frustration in his chest, and it came out in some of the words he spoke to you, and actions he took. You eventually stopped offering to come over and cook, because dinners were becoming continuously tense, and you were uncomfortable. Felt like a nuisance.

But at the same time, you were both so codependent. Without anything being said, you two began to avoid things you assumed the other wouldn't like, and asked for permission to do the smallest of things. You first noticed it when your sister pointed had asked you to come go with her out of town for the weekend, and you hesitated. "I'll have to ask Lando," you had told her. She bit her tongue.

Lando was just as bad, he had quite literally lost the ability to sleep when you weren't around. It made Grand Prix weekends an actual nightmare when you weren't there, calling you at any times in the day or night.

"Are you alright, it's 4am,"

"Sorry, can't sleep again. The melatonin does nothing,"

"Did you try the tea my mum got you?"

"Baby I just," he scrubs a hand down his exhausted face. "I just need you here."

"I can't just get up and go to Australia."

"I'll get you a flight, or maybe we can-"

"Lando," you say in a sterner voice. "I can't."

He's quiet for a moment, and you wonder what's going through his head. You hardly raised your voice or got intense, certainly never at him. But then again, recently, you seemed to never know what was going through his head.

It was silly to think that Lando was the same man that you began dating. You were 19, you would pray that he had changed somehow over the span of 5 years. But there was something missing that once was. The relationship was becoming more of a task, and that wasn't right. Which is what brought you to this moment, brought you to telling him you needed to talk.

"Lan," you whimper, bringing a hand up where his hold your face on either side. You don't even have to say anything more, he knows you better than you know yourself. And he begins to cry harder.

"I've never loved anyone but you, baby."

"I know."

"I can't, I really don't want to live without you," he shakes his head, standing back up to his full height. His hands stay busy, though, ripping through his hair.

"I'm not going to go away," you explain, agonized that you're calmer than he at this point. You stand from the wicker chair, but don't edge closer to him. "But my career is unpredictable right now, 6 months in Marbella is a long time. And you're, well, everywhere. And you need to focus on that."

"I've multitasked for 5 years," he says bitterly, making you sigh. His eyes are back on the stars, and his back to you makes your eyes blurry again.

"I'm not happy." You finally blurt, making his body stiffen. "I'm really not."

When he looks at you again, his expression reads clearly with fatigue, with anguish. "Please, baby, don't,"

It's your turn to clutch his face, bringing his forehead to touch with yours. Through your contact, you feel the heaves of his body, the breaths he's trying to control. "It's not forever," you whisper, mustering courage. "But we need to stop acting like everything's fine."

"I don't see myself without you."

"You're not," your hold tightens, he leans further into your palm, "but we've grown up together. The flower pot's too small now," you try to joke, he barely can fake amusement.

"I'll buy a thousand new pots."

"We need to clean up the broken one, first." His jaw clenches, you soothe it with your thumb. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He says back, almost silently. "Still wear that Mclaren shirt on race days, I need the luck."

You finally crack a smile. "I'll wear the hat too if my hairstyle permits."

He kisses you, almost convincing himself this if is the last fix he can get for a while, he needed it now. Not that either of you know it, but you both have the same thought. You both notice that your cheeks have each other's tears on them now, not sure which ones came from whom. You were on the same page in that regard, at least.

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"You should ask y/n out," your best friend says to Lando in the middle of a party. He chokes on his drink, not expecting her to come up to him like she did, and not expecting the words out her mouth.

You all were freshly 19, still congregating in someone's living room to try to have a good time. He knew your friends better than he knew you, the newest of the group in town, only having moved to the area with your family when you were 16.

"Should I, now?" He says, recovering from his fright.

"Yeah," she replies, ignoring the sarcasm. "She goes on about you, it's cute. She'd hurt me if she knew I told you, though. Not sure what she sees in you," his eyes narrow at the girl, which she ignores once again. "You'd be lucky to have a girl like her in your life."

That much, he knew. You were fiercely loyal to your friends and family, and treated him with a kindness that made him melt every time. You were funny, and genuine, and not to mention, the most beautiful person he's sure he knows.

When he bumps into you later at the party, he asks you what you're doing the following evening.

That was the story he'd tell people with a proud grin when they ask how you two got together. All you recount is how he nearly ruined your cute top with a shitty guinness.

He's struck with the memory when he sees the guinness logo in the ads on the walls of a restaurant. "Mate," Max all but snaps his fingers. Lando locks back in, humming for what he missed.

"Was just curious if you wanted to go out tonight. They've been texting in the chat about it, I saw you never responded."

Clubbing wasn't as fun as it used to be, not when you weren't dancing your heart out beside him, or waiting in bed with your nose in a book when he came home because you weren't feeling like going out. It felt like a waste of his time, and like he was sucking the fun out of other people's nights.

"'M alright," he says with a tight mouthed grin. "Gonna sit this one out."

Max looks at his friend, seeing through his response. "When's the last time you went out?"

If he had to take an educated guess, you last graced his apartment that night on the balcony, 4 weeks ago. So, 4 weeks ago. Perhaps longer, judging by the schisms. "A while. Not up to it."

"You're torturing yourself."

"I'm not interested in getting shitfaced, Max."

Max looks away for a second, quickly weighing the pros and cons of asking what he's been wanting to for the last, well, 4 weeks. "Do you think Y/n is wallowing too?"

The sound of your name makes his fingers twitch inadvertently, almost like a flinch. "That's not fair."

"I'm serious, Lando. You said she needed a break because she felt like you two were co-dependent and not actually working through problems, and look at you. You're not functioning without her. I mean, it's your fucking birthday next week, and you haven't brought it up once, you realize that, right?"

He knows he's right. Nothing he said was out of line, or wrong, and that's why Lando has nothing to say back. He wants to argue, to prove him wrong, but he can't. He's seen your ads and campaigns, the beautiful shots of you promoting luxury brands and names that your fans only dreamed of owning. Despite the distance, he was so proud of you still. You worked hard, were disciplined and humble through your success. He had texted you when the Dior campaign had launched, and the message of your thanks, with a smiley face, made him, for just a second, think that things were back to normal.

When they left the restaurant, and ran directly into fans, Lando tried to put on his best face for them, smiling for selfies and signing what was gestured toward him. When a sweet looking girl with glasses shyly spoke up, telling her favorite driver where she was visiting from, his tired eyes light up. "You're from there?" He confirms, and she smiles with an eager nod.

"Y/n is too," he almost mumbles, but every fan in earshot heard it. The typical squeals followed, the hushed whispers amonst themselves on if they'd push the questions they were itching to ask or not. And heard it they did, as the encounter made its way onto social media and gossip pages. But Max was right, his mourning period needed to be over, if anything was going to change for the better.

You call him on his birthday. It was nerve wracking, which made you bitterly laugh, because never did you think you'd be nervous to talk to Lando Norris of all people. One of the few people in the world you wholeheartedly trusted.

It had only been about a month since you requested time apart, and he had honored that. The texts were sparse, the calls nonexistent. Although, that was sort of what had brought you to this point anyway. But you were working on yourself, and your career at the same time, and things were looking better. Change never happened overnight, but the journal your therapist recommended, and the disappearance from social media besides professional posts were great starts.

You bite at your cuticle as the phone rings. You take your cell away from your ear, chest panging at the contact name "Lan <3" at the top of the screen. Was he really going to screen your call? Is that what you deserved, possibly?

"Y/n," he finally answers, and you quickly bring your phone back to your ear.

"Hi," you say awkwardly. "Happy birthday, Lando."

"Thank you," he says stiffly. "I'm happy to hear from you."

"Yeah I um, haven't really been on my phone here," you bite harder on your finger. "I think it's nice here, you'd love Marbella."

"I'm sure I would," he says with what you can hear is a smile. "I miss you, you know?"

"I miss you too," you concede, "how have you been?"

"Not great, I won't lie. Much rather would hear about you."

"'s not my birthday," and he smiles a bit at that.

"Well, racing's fine. But Max is sick of my shit, says I've been wallowing."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Yeah."

You don't really know what to say, you've rarely been the perpetrator of his negative feelings. No relationship was perfect, but you all hadn't really hit a communication wall until now. It was uncharted, scary territory. "Well, I wanted to wish you a happy birthday, that was all. Have a good day, really. 24 is a big one. Kobe year, that's what someone said to me. I hope this year is great for you."

"Y/n, wait," he halts your beginnings to hang up. "I'd like to come to see you soon, I've got some time before Abu Dhabi and maybe I could swing by Spain on the way."

"Lando," he absolutely hates that you're calling him by his whole name. Lan, that's what would you called him almost exclusively. Lando feels so formal from you.

He needs to hear it, you know he does. He needs to hear that you want to see him, that you need to see him just as much as he yearns to put eyes on you once more. But you were constantly afraid of accidental manipulation, holding him by some invisbile garotte. But this was his first birthday you hadn't celebrated together since you were 19, that meant something.

"Please focus on racing," you implore, and squeeze your eyes shut before adding, "but you if you'd like to come and it won't be an issue in your plans, you're more than welcome."

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You saw the posts, it wasn't very hard. Fans utterly disappointed that you and Lando hadn't been seen together in ages, putting pieces together quickly after you didn't post for his birthday. It didn't make you feel worse, to be truthful, and to your surprise. You were sure there'd be a barrage of insults hurled your way, maybe a cheating rumor or two. But really, all there was to see were requiems for your relationship, nostalgia for what once was. What did cause you to delete instagram from your phone, was the response to the podcast.

You were single for the time being, that's what you and Lando had agreed on when he visited you. It wasn't an invitation to go out and find the next man to lay in your bed, but you both had agreed that it wasn't healthy to hold out in anticipation of your rekindling.

"You're the only girl I've, you know," he awkwardly trailed off, scratching the back of his neck. He sits up in bed, linens pooling around his hips. Hooking up with your now ex-boyfriend, might've not been your brightest idea, sure, but you were both human, at the end of the day.

"Fucked?" you tease, remaining comfortable against your plush pillow. "I know. First few times kinda showed that."

He looks back at you pointedly. "You cried the first time."

"It hurt!"

He rolls his eyes, shaking his head in fake annoyance. You grin. "I'm sure the girlies are gonna have a field day with you being single now,"

He rolls his eyes again, laying, or rathing slumping, back into the pillow next to you. His arm instinctively comes around the top of your head, you try not to lean into it. "I think I really will finally listen to you and focus on racing."

You turn on your side, admiring his profile as he stares up at the ceiling, probably tangled in his thoughts. His nose sloped perfectly, the little freckles dotting his skin like constellations. Your boy.

"I told my mum."

He snorts. "She hates me now, I'm sure."

"Mm, no, her first ask was what I did," your mom was Lando's biggest fan, through and through. Of course, you were her daughter, but she was convinced he was cosmically made perfectly for you.

He looks at you then, realizing your eyes have been on him the whole time. He copies your position, turning to you so your bodies lay parallel, nowhere to look but each other's eyes.

"Do you regret that I'm the only boyfriend you've ever had?"

You immediately shake your head in denial of the question. "No, not at all," you were lucky, if anything. "You?"

"Well, I've had other girlfriends,"

"Ouch?"

"You knew that," he chuckles, and yeah, you did. "But I don't regret that you're the only one I've been serious about. I still am."

"I know. I am too."

"An ex-boyfriend doesn't lay in bed with you, you know."

"And an ex-girlfriend doesn't still remind your team when your doctor's appointments are,"

"Fair enough, guess we're just weird."

You share a matching grin. "So weird."

So once Alex uploaded the Call Her Daddy episode you were a guest on, and it was official to the masses that you had been single for now almost 4 months, the articles came in. The timelines of you and Lando's relationship, the rumors of him leaving clubs with random girls. You'd be lying if you said you didn't zoom in on some of their faces, relaxing when you recongized most of them as friends or even family members. He wasn't yours to be worried about, you suppose, but you also knew that any girl he decided to share his time with would be a lucky one.

Your friends had tried to get you on dates, that wasn't a lie when you said that on the podcast. But you weren't ever excited to get to know someone new, small talk was painful and you didn't feel comfortable going home with them.

But then, a few weeks later into February, you get a phone call from Lando. "Hi," You answer, pleasently surprised.

"Hey there," he says, sounding slightly out of breath. "How are you?"

"I'm good, great even. Finished up everything down here, leaving Marbella next week to head back home." Home was London to you, not Monaco. You constantly visited, had a family flat there and everything, but couldn't leave officially becuause of your career.

"Congratulations, everything looked stunning," he compliments, and your stomach flutters.

"But um, how are you? I'd ask if you were relaxing, but I'm sure training's well underway."

"Meh, more or less. I'm heading to Surrey next week, actually. Got some stuff to do at HQ."

"Oh," Surrey was only about an hour and a half from where you were in London. "Would you, well, not assuming anything, but if you'd have time to spare, it would be great to catch up?"

This isn't why Lando called you, you fully know this. Who knows what he picked up the phone for, he could be calling to let you know he's eloped with someone he's met in the 6 months you've been apart.

"I'd love to," you hear his grin in his voice. "You haven't moved, have you?"

Not only had you not moved, but you haven't changed much about your flat either. Same bedding, same color schemes, same photos decorating your tables and walls of your friends, family, and Lando. He never took the photos of you down either, and that photo from your 21st birthday was still stuffed in his wallet.

You order takeout, sitting across the kitchen island from each other acting like it didn't feel like your first date again. He acts like he doesn't want to reach out for your hands as you animatedly use them to share stories of Spain, and you act like you don't want to push the curls back that threathen to land over his eyebrows.

The food gets cold as you two catch up, a few glasses of wine becoming a whole bottle gone. You actually can't remember the last time the two of you had done this, and perhaps, absence had truly made your hearts grow fonder.

"Bahrain is on leap day," Lando says, making you gasp.

"That's got to be good luck, no?"

"It's just the first practice,"

"But still, you're starting your first weekend of the year on a special day like that," you muse, "so exciting. I'm excited for you,"

His chest warms at endearment in your voice. You truly and honestly rooted for him through everything, that was one of the things he was most grateful for about you. He knows you don't truly care about all of this, if he won or lost, but that you care about him and his development, how he sees himself and his profession. He fell in love with that about you.

"Would you come?"

You hesitate, daring to look at him from where you had begun to clean the countertop. "To the race? "

He nods, and turn back to the counter. "I don't know, Lan. Is that where we are?"

He hopes so. He's missed you something horrible, prays you missed him just as bad.

Lando takes the cloth from your hand, replacing it with his own. "I know it's only been about 6 months, and that's not enough time to say everything's well and dandy," you fight a smile. "But I want to work through things, with you. I've had nothing but time to consider what was off with us, and I want to be better. For you, more than anything. Yeah, I learned how to be just Lando. But I know I prefer being Lando and Y/n."

You bite your lip, finally meeting his eyes. "I want to take it slow."

"We can do that,"

"So, I don't know if I'm ready for the race. But, my birthday's coming up,"

"It is,"

"And we'll be in Dubai. My sister did it up, got this crazy plan going since it'll be my 25th."

"Quite the old woman you're becoming,"

"Oh get off that," you scoff, pushing his chest. He chuckles and pulls you back into him, where you go willingly. "But, if you can, I'd love for you to come to the dinner."

He raises an eyebrow with a smirk. "You want me to fly to Dubai just for your birthday dinner?"

"You'll be in Saudi Arabia then anyway,"

The smirk gets bigger. "You know my schedule already, love?"

"You're so fucking cheeky, can't stand it," you feign annoyance, but never move from his arms.

He holds you, as your arms delicately find themselves behind his neck, not daring to kiss just yet. To really be honest, you're not sure if you're ready to take that whole plunge.

"I'm happy to be back, even if things are slow. They can be molasses for all I care."

"Thank you for being patient with me," you lean your forehead against his. However, this time, neither of you are crying. Nice, for a change.

"I'd wait decades for you, my love."

After a beat of sweet silence. You speak up once more. "One thing though," he hums to prompt your continuance. "I'm pretty sure, when it's said, it's Y/n and Lando, just so you know."

[secretivemessenger]

Harbingers Lover

Fatui harbingers x top male reader

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: OOC harbingers! Heavy fingering! Nipple play! Squirting! (Pantalone)! Riding! Pet names! Belly bulge! (Tartaglia)! Humiliation! Facefucking! Brat taming! (Scaramouche)! Lab sex! Rough sex! (Dottore)! missionary! Back scratching! Biting! (Capitano)! Manhandling! Soft to rough! (Pierro)!

Note: i know i said i won’t be writing long shit for a while since i had some lack of motivation- BUT, I suddenly got the urge to write this. So yeah 😀. Currently 4am so don’t mind if there is any mistakes

Pantalone

Pantalone adores you a bit too much, he just loves you lots and is willing to give you anything you could ever want.

If you just simply want to ravish his pretty body then he’s all yours, or you just want to buy yourself a little treat then he’s more than willing to give you as much mora as you wish for.

One of the biggest and obvious benefits of being his lover is the things he gives you. He always likes to shower you with his gifts, it can be count as his love language.

And it specifically make him extremely happy when he see’s you wear something he gave to you. it’s insanely adorable how his eyes shone once when you wore the dark blue sweater he gave you.

Just as much as he likes to give you his little gifts, he also enjoys it when you do things for him. Like having you fill him up till he’s a sobbing mess, or just simply pampering and praising him while gently stroking at his hair.

Pantalone can also be very demanding. He is a very straight forward man after all. If he wants something he will not hesitate to get it. So if he wants you to just fuck him dumb right on top of his office then you’ll have to do it. Not like you’re complaining about it anyways.

His back was pressed down against his own desk, pantalone was bare naked for you while you still had your clothes on. The squelching sound of your fingers fucking inside his wet hole mixed perfectly with his sweet moans.

“Nghh…ahh please no more” pantalone let out a helpless cry. But instead of stopping you only moved your fingers faster. “Do you really wish for me to stop? Just say so and I’ll stop” you said with a smile looking directly at his eyes.

Biting his lips he gave it a thought before spatting with an adorable whine “please, give me more”. Giving him exactly what he wanted. You added a third finger and started fucking it in and out of him at a hight pace. His body couldn’t stop squirming around, back arched beautifully for you. He looked so mesmerising in such position.

Leaning down you gave his pecs a little kiss earning you a surprised gasp. Taking it as a sign you took his nipple inside your warm mouth, sucking at it harshly while twirling your tongue around it. Biting it every now and then. All that while still fingering him open.

His body was already an overstimulated mess, he himself was surprised he hasn’t come yet. But once you pulled out you fingers and replaced it with your cock, he couldn’t stop himself from squirting all over himself. He screamed your name loudly as it just kept coming out.

He looked quite fucked up even tho you just put it in. You wonder how would he last when you start fucking him silly with your cock.

Tartaglia

Childe is the definition of the so called puppy boy. Probably because of his little habit of following you around like a little lost pup.

You don’t mind it, actually it’s the quite opposite, you find it extremely adorable the way he stalks behind you everywhere you go.

He wishes for nothing other than your satisfaction. He’s willing to do anything you want and give you everything you need without asking for a thing in return. 

If he were to take anything from you it would be the little praises when he does a good job for you. He finds his own satisfaction from pleasing you. Being a good boy for you is all he does.

He craves your touch all the time, even if he doesn’t ask for it you know that he just wants you close to him in anyway possible, he just wants the heat of your body against him. Still he doesn’t wish to be a greedy one fearing you’ll despise him after.

But in reality you’re more than willing to give him what he wants, after all he has been nothing other than a perfect puppy for you, and a good puppy deserves a reward for their hard work <3.

When you told him he can do anything he wanted with you he got so happy, you actually feared the smile he had on might rip his face apart from how wide it was.

He giggled at himself before telling you what he wanted “i want to ride you, please?” he said with hopeful eyes. And who were you to deny him after being such a good boy for you all this time. “Sure. Go ahead, please yourself”

And there he is, going up and down on your cock. You wanted to help him out but he specifically said to let him do things on his own.

He supported himself by placing his hands on your shoulders while you sat back against the couch. Watching the way he moves on your cock, the way it disappears inside of him and pop up against his tummy. He looked gorgeous with the way his eyes teared up you couldn’t help not to tease him.

Thrusting up against him with no warning made his knees feel weak, it made him squeal loudly. He looked up at you with teary eyes you almost felt bad. You just smiled at him and praised. “Cmon be a good pup and continue moving. Or do you want me to do it” he whined before answering “I’ll do it”.

He continued to abuse his hole on his own as you just watched him like he was some kind of a show. He looked like mess, as his cock leaked lots of precum. Your cock bulging against his stomach was the cutest thing ever, you barely held back on just slamming him on the couch and fucking him on your own. But you have to respect your darling’s wish. So you let him continue on his own, for now atleast.

Scaramouche

Scaramouche is the polar opposite of childe. He is the actual definition of an arrogant little brat, If it wasn’t obvious already.

He has a bad habit of looking down on people especially those who he deems nothing but weak mortals.

He even looks down on you, His lover. Constantly raising his voice at you, ordering you around like you’re one of his subordinates. If someone saw you they would not believe that you have such special bond together.

He’s absolutely not the type to show affection, especially when in public. He feels like falling in love is such a humiliating thing and that everyone looks down on him for it. So he makes sure to act arrogantly with you when there is people around. To show them that he still have the dominant hand.

But do you care about his behaviour? No not at all. He can continue acting like a brat as much as he wants, it just gives you better satisfaction when you start breaking his little pride Till he’s nothing but a putty at your mercy.

He can say whenever he wants to you in public but you know damn well you can very much easily just bend him over anytime and have your way with him.

You seated yourself on the little chair while looking in-front of you as scaramouche stood there, fiddling with his fingers nervously. Why? He himself doesn’t know reason.

“On your knees” you said in a rather calm voice.

Hearing your words made his little ego drop. And it made anger rise in him. YOU want HIM to get on his knees? Just because your his lover you think you have the power to order him around like that. “Huh who do you think you are”

It honestly started to get irritating, and it just made the thought of breaking him grow more inside of you. “Hurry up and get on your knees instead of making things worse for yourself”. Your sudden change in tone made his body shiver, he didn’t know why but his body reacted on it’s own. Swallowing up his pride and getting down on his knees between your legs, letting out a small whine.

“Suck me off” these three words made his face heat up real quick. He looked up at you like you were crazy or something. The shock being too great he forgot how to talk. “You go the easy way out do it on your own, or i can just shove my cock down your throat on my own.” A mischievous smile spread against your face “which one would you prefer hmm?”

Gosh how could you say such things with a straight face. It made him embarrassed, he would never admit it tho. He was too deep in his thoughts to even realize the amount of time that had passed, the patience you had quickly drained. “I guess your choice is the latter”. Your words snapped him out of his thoughts, but it was already too late for him

It’s like his consciousness stopped for a moment and when it returned your cock was already deep down his throat. A little glare was all he could give, but it only made you chuckle at his pathetic move.

If he continues to be a brat then just fuck it out of him, yes it’s that easy. Grab his hair and shove him down till he kisses your abdomen. Watch while he grips at your thighs for support. Tears running down his face uncontrollably, droll dripping down his chin. He looked fucked out already even tho you just started. And you weren’t gonna stop till he’s nothing but an obedient doll for you.

Dottore

Dottore views everything as an experiment, even the relationship you both have was nothing but a mere experiment to him. Until these “feelings” got involved.

Dottore was someone who had little to no understanding of human emotions. Let alone ‘love’. But being with you changed that, you were destined to be with him. Or so he believes.

He believes that you’re meant to teach him all the things that he doesn’t know or understand. And with time he became obsessed with you, so much to the point where he’s willing to take anything your able to give to him.

You’re his just like he’s yours. He won’t mind being your little toy, as long as you keep teaching him all these new things. Especially about his body. Together you explored all the parts of his body that could give him the feeling of euphoria.

Learning all of these new things about his body was certainly interesting, not just for him but for you too. You observed the way his body would react to every touch you make on it.

His reactions always leaves you in aww. No matter how many times you fuck him dumb it would always feel like the first time.

Fucking him in his lab is always hot. Knowing that anyone could possibly enter, a fatui agent, a harbinger, or one of his clones. But thats the fun part of it.

Pressing his face against the wall, while you thrust in and out of him. One hand holding his waist, and the other pulling on his harness.

His muffled up moans is all he could let out as you continued to ram his used hole. He couldn’t stop his hips from pushing back against you. Begging for even more fraction. “Please sir.. fuck me harder” he said while looking back at you with temping eyes.

Snapping your hips against his harshly while pulling back his harness. It made his eyes roll back from the pleasure. Head clouded with lust and only one thought, he wants to cum so soo bad. But when he wanted to jerk himself off you thrusted directly on his prostate. It made his hands shoot up to hold onto the wall for support.

You continued fucking against him, hitting his pleasurable spot over and over again. “Instead of playing with your cock, why don’t we see if you can cum with only your ass hmm. What do you think?” you whispered near his ears making a shiver run up his spine.

Letting out a loud breath “fuck me harder then” a mocking smile spread on his face despite the fact that it’s soaked in tears and drool.

“What a greedy whore. Alright you asked for it”. if he wanted it this way then he have no right to complain after about how sore his body feels.

Capitano

Capitano is very much clueless about relationships and such. Because he’s so new to this he knows nothing about it so you’re gonna have to teach him little by little.

Go easy on and don’t rush him. Start by the simple things of how to enjoy some quality time together. A little date, a walk around together, or just having a small chat in his office. Doing that will deepen the relationship you two have.

After you get closer he’ll become more comfortable to physical touch’s. At first small little peaks is all he can do but in no time he was able to last in heavy make out sessions. Grip at his waist and pull him closer to deepen the kiss, listen to how he whines in the middle of the kiss. It’s all new to him to the point of it becoming overstimulating.

He was very sensitive to the kisses you too shared not knowing about the amount of pleasure he can get from other parts of his body. Starting with overstimulating his nipples to ramming your fingers against his prostate. All the new things he started experiencing with you were incredibly overwhelming, yet it felt fucking amazing.

He now looks forward to it everytime that you call him over for some tension release.

You had no idea why capitano called you in first. Usually when you wanted to do anything together you’ll be the one who have to make the first move. Well guess things change.

The moment you arrived you knew why he called you in because of the way he was acting. And you were honestly quite tempted to tease him, but you know better than to do that. Because he can kill you off just as fast. So you jumped straight to the point.

Seating yourself perfectly between his legs, already balls deep inside of him resulting in a deep groan to be let out from him. “Ngh.. hurry up and move already” chuckling at his demanding words “yes sir”. Before starting to slowly pull out till only the tips inside, and ramming back inside.

The satisfaction of being stretched open felt so good. Capitano wrapped his hands around you for support. Digging his nails in your back. “Loosen up a bit. My dick can barely breath” you said w a light laugh.

With a deep sigh. He tried to relax so you can move easily inside of him. Your thrusts started growing in speed bit by bit. As deep moans escape capitano.

Leaning down you started sucking at his neck which added to the pleasure he was feeling. Leaving hickeys all over it before biting it out of nowhere. He would’ve screamed if he didn’t mange to hold himself back. He Shot a glare at you which quickly disappeared once your movement speed increased.

His eyes became dazed as the pleasure was starting to get too overwhelming for him. For someone like him he was very sensitive. It’s truly adorable. It just makes you want to ravish him even more, turn him into your perfect toy.

But maybe you shouldn’t say that out loud. You still wish to hold on to your head after all.

Pierro

Pierro might as well be considered the most ‘calm’ of the other harbingers. He lived for far too long, and has experienced a fair amount of relationships to understand what he’s doing.

A life as pierros lover is real calm and relaxing, you have no arguments, great communication, and a nice relationship overall.

The most struggle pierro have is being the leader of the harbingers. He is always expected to be so strong and smart, everyone thinks that he can and will do everything for the fatui. And he will. Yet it’s still quite tiring.

All the work he have to do always gets him so stressed. he just wants someone to take care of him. Someone to love him. And who else is there for him other than his precious lover.

You’re there to him. you’ll treat him just like he deserves. With love and care. And maybe some roughness too.

You just can’t deny how good it feels when you look down on the 1st fatui harbinger like that. Laying naked, legs spread wide open.

The way you can see your cock go in and out of him had you staring intensely. How you wish to fuck him so roughly but you care too much to mess him up more than his work is doing. You know how stressful his work is, so you have to push your urges and just focus on pleasing your lover. Continuing to fuck softly against him.

Of course pierro noticed you holding back. Honestly his pride was hurt a bit because maybe you thought he couldn’t handle a more rough play. “No need to hold back. I can take it” he said it so confidently. Hearing his words was like a switch.

Flipping him around so easily made a shrinking sound to be let out by him. His face pressed against the mattress while his ass presented itself so beautifully infront of you.

Holding down his waist you didn’t hesitate to push roughly inside of him again. He was the one who told you that you can be more rough. So you did just that. Going in and out of him in such roughly manner made the volume of his voice rise, which was pleasant to hear due to the fact that he’s mostly quiet during sex.

Pierro continued to enjoy the feeling of your cock fucking his hole. He didn’t mind the roughness of your movement, it was actually very arousing to him. Even a man like pierro like’s to be manhandled every once in a while.

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holidaze | boo seungkwan

SYNOPSIS. in which you take your boyfriend on a holidate down the city. PAIRING. boo seungkwan x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship WARNINGS. kissing!! n just me being very whipped for him tbh :') WORD COUNT. 1.1k

notes: these r actually pics on our date guys. i took these pics of him <3 he did this for me. anyways i def didn't write this at 4am. happy holidays everyone! why r these actually the most boyfie pics ever i'm crying sobbing dying

There's nothing more better than venturing down the city at night with the spirit of the holidays filling the air. Festive lights are hung on streetlights which cast enchanting glows on the sidewalks and reflect off the wet and icy roads. Christmas trees are scattered throughout the city, standing tall and decorated with a dazzling array of ornaments, tinsel, and twinkling lights.

There's also nothing better than spoiling your boyfriend to a little date. Seungkwan had insisted that there wasn't any need for you to pay for everything, but tonight, you were all too determined to show just how much you appreciate him, even if it means arguing who would pay for the bill at the restaurant you chose or who would buy the matching stuffed animals you spotted in a store and couldn't resist buying.

Seungkwan has done nothing but warm your heart than any gift ever could. He's already a gift to your life, and tonight is your way of reciprocating just that𑁋to make sure he feels just as cherished as he's made you feel every day, simply because he deserves it, even if he doesn't think so himself.

"Do you think they'd like it? I'm scared I got the bad scents." Seungkwan fiddles with the paper bag of scented candles in his hand, his opposite arm linked around yours as you both continue your stroll down the glittering streets.

"My parents will love it. You don't have to worry about a thing," You reassure him with a gentle smile, giving his upper arm a small squeeze. "And even if they don't, it's the thought that counts, right?"

Seungkwan grins back, the worry lines on his forehead smoothing out. The city lights seem to reflect in his eyes like twinkling stars. "You're right. I just want them to like me, you know?"

"They already love you, trust me," You assure confidently. "Just be yourself, and they'll see how amazing you are."

Seungkwan could only shyly cower his head down to your words, the cold air nipping at his cheek that he attempts to hide away. You already know he has every right to be nervous meeting your parents for the first time tomorrow, but you also know that he'll win them over with his genuine and bubbly charm, just as he won you over from the very beginning.

The two of you trail up to a set of rails overlooking the sidewalk below and the looming buildings surrounding the area. There's some distant holiday music that you could hear from the nearby stores. Seungkwan leans against the rail, releasing a breath that creates a small mist in the chilly air, a thoughtful expression travelling across his face.

Smiling to yourself, you take out your phone and snap a few candid photos of him against the backdrop of the city lights.

"Look back at me," You call, and Seungkwan turns to face you, a small smile to his face that you manage to capture before he playfully swats at your phone. "Hey, hey, wait𑁋just a few more... Okay, I'm done. See?"

He pouts when you swipe through the photos, showing him the blurry ones and the ones where he's mid-swat like a cat batting at a toy. "Oh my God, you make me look so goofy."

"But look at these ones." You show him the two where you perfectly captured him looking back at you and smiling naturally. "You gotta post these! You look so pretty."

Seungkwan just rolls his eyes and turns away to admire the lights of the city once more, biting back the shy grin to his face. As you tuck your phone away, you walk up to him, sliding an arm around his waist and leaning against the rail beside him.

And when you both turn your bodies to face each other, your eyes gazing into his, a smile crosses your face, and you can't help but to let a hand pinch his cheek, perhaps a bit more harder than intended. "You're so cute!”

"Ow," Seungkwan winces dramatically, his hand coming up to cup over yours on his face, but he doesn't take your hand away𑁋he doesn't want to𑁋and instead leans more into your touch.

You furrow a brow, noticing how cold his face feels against your hand, trailing a thumb lightly over his cheekbone. "You're freezing, Kwannie."

The warmth of your thumb seeping through the chill of Seungkwan's skin sends a shiver down his spine that had nothing to do with the winter breeze.

"Just a little," he mutters quietly. “But you feel warm."

His dark eyes are like pools of melted chocolate under the city glow. The playful banter has faded, replaced by a quiet intimacy that settled comfortably around you both. You knew you should pull away and head back to the warmth of your apartment, but something keeps you frozen to this moment𑁋to the way his gaze seems to pierce right through you and make you feel so seen.

Then a sudden urge, soft and insistent, sprouts within you.

Your smile blooms into a full, somewhat mischievous grin as you take your hand away from his face. Leaning in, you press a gentle kiss to his cheek, right on the spot your touch had warmed up moments ago. It was a soft, fleeting peck, barely more than a whisper of your lips against his skin, but it sends a jolt of electricity through you both.

Seungkwan can practically still feel the kiss lingering when you pull away, a blush creeping up his neck and painting his skin and ears with a rosy hue. The flustered look to his face was enough to send your heart into a giddy leap, and as you cup his face again, you feel it's grown significantly warmer under your touch.

"All better now," You whisper teasingly as you continue to hold Seungkwan's face gently between your hands. "Are you blushing?"

Seungkwan lets out a scoff, lightly shoving your hand away from his face. "No."

"You are."

"I'm not!"

"You are!”

"H-How can I not when you kiss me like that?"

His words make a chuckle leave your mouth, and you stretch your arms to wrap around his neck, closing the distance between your bodies. His own hands come to instinctively rest at your waist, breath hitching from the way your closeness sends another wave of warmth through him.

But before he can say anything, you lean in and press a quick kiss to his lips, catching him off-guard once more. When you pull back, there's a playful glint in your eyes, and Seungkwan is left speechless and dazed, his cheeks now an even deeper shade of red. His gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips, and he lets out a choked laugh, a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

"You're... you're really something else, you know that?" Seungkwan stammers, his fingers playing with the hem of your coat as he avoids your eyes bashfully.

You tilt your head slightly. "In a good way hopefully?"

He leans in and presses a kiss to the tip of your cold nose, his lips lingering for a moment. When he draws back, a few snowflakes land in his hair. "In the best way possible."

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HUGE ME, PLEASE || SUKUNA ; ONE-SHOT

🖇ᘎ warning(s): f!reader, smut, dirty talk, pet names (baby, darling, doll, princess...). 🖇ᘎ summary: you go to your boyfriend's house to be comforted, but he seems to have a different idea about how to comfort a person. 🖇ᘎ words: 1,2k

➥ spanish ver. here

— a/n: ik i said i wasn't going to write anything smut rn, but idk, inspiration comes to me at 4am and here i am, finishing writing this. ik it's bullshit but i'm really not used to writing this kind of fics. and sorry if there's any grammatical mistake. T.T

You were outside in front of the front door of your boyfriend's house. You had doubts about whether to call or not, but the cold penetrating your bones was beginning to bother you, which made you decide to finally choose to call.

You waited a few seconds that seemed like years, and when you saw that no one came to open, you sighed and turned around, but you stopped immediately when you heard a squeak.

"Honey?" a deep voice asked behind you.

As soon as you saw Sukuna's eyes, you couldn't hold back your tears for much longer. This action worried him, but his pride was too big to just go and hug you.

"What happened?"

"Can I be whit you?" you asked, sobbing. "I can't be alone at home right now."

Sukuna nodded his head, allowing you to enter. You thanked him quietly and passed. The first thing you did was sit down, but not before taking off your shoes, and then you let out a long sigh.

The tears were no longer came out, but you were still sniffling and you felt like at any moment you were going to look like a running faucet again. Your boyfriend had sat next to you, in silent. He assumed you wanted your space and that's what he was trying to do.

“Thank you for letting me in.” you broke the silence after a few minutes.

"Y/N, you know you can always come here. Your panties are still in my closet, by the way"

"You fucking dummy." you laughed.

Some might say your boyfriend was an insensitive piece of shit, but he knew damn well that all you wanted right now was to forget about everything and just laugh until your tummy hurt.

"But you're my dummy, so I guess that's fine."

Sukuna couldn't help but smile slightly, making you nervous.

"Do you want to drink som-?"

He couldn't finish the sentence when he felt something in his arm. You huged him so bad as if he were the only thing that tied you to this world, squeezing your eyes tightly so that no tears would come out again.

"Y/N?"

"Just, let's be like this, please."

"Okay." he sighed.

He didn't like physical contact but when it was you, he always tried to make an effort knowing how much you liked to express your affection through that thing.

You both were like that for a few minutes. You still had your eyes closed and didn't try to open them until Sukuna spoke again.

"Hey Y/N."

You raised your head only to notice that a shy reddish color appeared on his cheeks, something that surprised you. You turned away immediately, thinking you had done something wrong.

"I'm so sorry, did I go too far?"

"No idiot, it's just that you've been whit your tits on my arm for too long" Sukuna said, making you now also embarrassed and understand what was happening.

“My God, I'm sorry.” you apologized again without being able to see his face.

You stood up, ready to leave and stop feeling like if you were bothering, but Sukuna grabbed your arm and asked:

"Where are you going? You don't want me to take care of this alone, do you?"

You had your head down. You couldn't understand how your boyfriend with a simple phrase could make you from extremely sad to extremely nervous; maybe a fuck was what you needed to get all those thoughts away.

Sukuna could see your desesperation, which gave him the green light to continue. He was a terrible psychologist, but when it was about your body, he was an expert.

He got up and stood behind you. You could feel his slow breathing hit your neck, warming it. With one hand he played with some of your locks while with the other one, he gently caressed your hip.

"Y/N..." he whispered again.

You could tell how desperate he was to rip your clothes off right there, but he didn't want to be so rude.

You turned around and looked at his eyes. You didn't know why, but that was enough to make you cry again. Sukuna was about to ask you, but you didn't even let him open his mouth when you put your lips against his. Surprised but not disgusted, he returned your kiss, completely forgetting about the question.

You were still crying, and it was all very strange, but you needed him to cheer you up in the best way he knew how.

You pushes Sukuna on the couch, breaking the kiss, while you stood there, staring at the noticeable bulge in his pants.

"What's wrong? Why do you stop?" he asked, holding your wrist.

"Do I seem attractive to you? I mean, do you feel like my body is okay? "

Your boyfriend looked at you, surprised to hearing such a question.

"Y/N, if I'm honest with you, the only thing I want right now is for you to sit on top of me and let me fuck you for hours. And all because of that body. Do you really think you disgust me?"

You were speechless at that response. You didn't think he was going to be, well, that honest, but now you were even more nervous.

You wanted to believe him, but something told you no, and you needed that something to shut up as soon as possible.

Sukuna gently guided you to his lap. You rested your head on his chest because it was impossible for you to see his eyes.

"Move."

But you didn't obey him.

"Y/N please, I feel like I'm going to explode if you don't move now."

"And you're not going to take off your clothes?"

He didn't answer, he just grabbed your hips and did the work for you. You let out a soft moan as soon as you felt his cold hands touching your skin, a moan that Sukuna enjoyed. He needed to hear more.

He continued moving your hips while all you could do was keep your head in his chest, feeling your pussy throb. You didn't think you could hold out like this much longer, but Sukuna seemed to enjoy watching you squirm and silently ask for him to do even more.

He wanted to hear you say it, say that you needed him. Normally at this point he would have discreetly forced you, but he was being patient since you were still bad. If it weren't for that, he would have made you have at least one orgasm by now.

"Sukuna..." you whispered between gasps.

"Hmm?" was the only thing he answered while he played with your nipples.

"Can you just?"

"Can I what?"

"Hug me. You can do it?" you asked, moaning weakly.

Your pussy was wet enough to not want a lube. You needed Sukuna to make you moan and come until you couldn't think about anything other than his cock entering and out of you roughly.

“Are you sure you just want me to do that?” he asked caressing your back and playing with the closure of your bra this time.

"Yeah..."

"You're such a hot liar, but it's alright princess. But then you will have to take care of this mess you've made down here" he smiled, wrapping you in his warm arms.

[cosmictrashqueen]

I’m still trying to figure out the best format for these little writings, but here! Have some Dick Grayson angst!

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It was about an hour before Dick came home you had received a text from Jason- a heads up that patrol didn’t go well and Dick most definitely needed some support through it.

After reading that message, you hadn’t been able to fall asleep as the anxiety of “what happened?” buzzed in your mind. Did Dick get hurt? Did a mission go wrong? Did they lose someone on the team? You hadn’t been told about any nefarious plans they were currently trying to stop, and as far as you knew Dick’s patrol for the night was just a normal one of patrolling around the city and stopping any crime that he saw happening.

It was nearing 4am when you heard the sliding of the bedroom window opening, rousing you from the half unconsciousness you had fallen into. “Dickie?” Your voice was quiet as you sat up, seeking out his silhouette in the darkness of the room. The lights from the outside filtered through the window and gave just enough light to cast a soft blue into the room.

Dick didn’t say anything as he moved, his body language that of an injured cat trying to curl in on itself- though he didn’t move as if he himself had an injury. You opened your mouth to ask if he was okay as the anxiety spiked once more, but your words died on your tongue as Dick all but slumped into the bed, burying his face into your chest as his breathing was a little labored.

“I lost a kid tonight…” Those words whispered against your skin may as well have been a bullet sounding in silence. His words were heavy with sorrow and regret, and you knew Dick well enough to know there was self loathing and blame weighing him down as well.

“Oh baby… I’m so sorry.” You say, your heart clenching at the pain you know Dick feels right now. Your fingers gently run through his hair soothingly, “… if you want to talk about it, I’m listening.”

Dick remains silent for a while, his breathing shaky as it seems he’s fighting back crying. Moments later you feel his tears against your skin and his body sags into yours, “It was a bunch of the usual thugs, low names in one of the crime syndicates looking to up their rank. They… kidnapped a kid and were trying to use him as leverage.”

His voice was getting more strained as he talked, your collarbone feeling more wet with his tears, “Oh Dickie… I’m so sorry-“

“That bullet was meant for me. If I hadn’t moved to take him down when I did, it would have hit me and not killed someone’s child. It’s my fault. I should have- I should have….”

“Shhh, it’s okay…” Your words are soft as you hold Dick, his words devolving into sobs as he finally lets it out.

Over the course of your relationship, Dick has had some rough times with losing civilians, and each and every time it’s like the first time ever. He has so much care in his heart for the citizens of this city, a fierce longing to protect them, and whenever he feels as if he’s failed them, it’s not so much a blow to his ego as it is a new tear in his heart. Dick was kind, compassionate, loving, and losing civilian’s lives on his time- especially a child- was not something he took lightly.

You hold him close as he cries into your neck, fingers rubbing along his scalp soothingly as you can do nothing but be an anchor for him so he doesn’t get ripped out to sea in his emotions.

“I know it’s hard, but even though you’ve been doing this for almost your whole life sometimes things are unpredictable. Things can just… happen. Unfortunately that’s what happened tonight… it’s not your fault. You were trying to save that little kid, and things just… escalated.” You never really knew the right words to say to Dick when things like this happened, when he needed the support and comfort from his partner through tough times.

The two of you stay quiet for a little while longer, his laborer breathing and soft sobs slowly coming to a rest as he calms down more and more. You’d stay here holding Dick as long as he needed you to, though you knew he’d probably relax more if he wasn’t still in his suit.

“Let’s get you out of this, okay baby?” You say quietly, gently pushing him away so you can help him start to undress out of his suit. Even after all these years you still struggle with taking it off him by yourself, so once your fingers begin to fumble he lets out a soft chuckle and sits back to peel himself free from Nightwing, coming back to your arms as just Dick Grayson.

“There we go, much better.” You whisper as your nails gently scratch along his back. Your lips place gentle kisses along the smudged black ringed around his eyes, “A life was lost tonight, and I know you know it’s not the last time it will happen. You’re out there every night fighting, Dickie, fighting criminals from the lowest of ranks to those like Joker and Freeze. You’ve been saving countless lives between your time in Gotham and Bludhaven, don’t ever forget that. I’m not saying that little kid’s life is meaningless, what I’m saying is don’t forget him as you keep fighting to save other lives.”

Dick remains silent until the two of you drift off to sleep together, his head resting on your chest as your arms are wrapped around him. You knew come morning Dick would be a little more recovered from the night, and that little child he lost would be his driving force for new actions taken against the criminals of the city.

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The following week during dinner, Dick is talking to you about the Avery Fund, which is a new Wayne financial fund he and Bruce agreed upon that would help with family’s who have lost children to the crime rates in the city.

Dick never ceases to amaze you with the efforts he takes both as Dick Grayson and Nightwing to better the lives of civilians.

[cupidsandromeda]

Pheromones

earth 42! Miles Morales x fem!reader

Summary : Your boyfriend smells reaaaaal good after a trip to the gym

Warnings : slightly weird, fluff, probably grammatically incorrect (im writing this from my phone at 4AM)

"You smell so good right now"

Your boyfriend looked down at you with a concerned gaze.

"Ma, I'm musty as fuck right now," he laughed awkwardly.

"Okay, yeah, but you smell really good though," you giggled, taking in his scent.

Miles knew he picked a pretty weird girl, but he'd never thought she would be attracted to the smell of his post-workout funk.

He slid out of your grasp, earning a dissatisfied huff from you.

"Ima go take a shower, then you can hold me all you want, okay?" He started walking towards the bathroom.

"Wait, no!" You pleaded ",Please don't think I'm being weird right now."

"Nah, you're being kinda weird baby," he clarified, turning back to you.

"Okay, but like, what if I told you there was a scientific reason for all this?" You asked.

With a look of intrigue, he plopped down onto his bed.

"Aight, humor me." He said quizzically.

"Okay, so I read this article," you started. He rolled his eyes.

Smacking his chest, you hissed "Nigga, don't roll ya eyes at me."

"Ow, okay okay, I'm listening."

"Anyways, I was reading this article about how when you sweat, you excrete pheromones- y'know the love hormone?" You explained.

He leaned in to touch your nose with his.

"Ooh, the love hormone? You looove me?" He teased.

"And if I do?" You stuck your tongue at him, feeling your face warm up.

He slid his arm around your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

"Do you love me?" He asked, looking you dead in your eyes.

You were at a loss for words, never having said those words to anyone but your parents. He was making this hard enough as he rubbed circles into your sides.

You forced your eyes away from his face.

"Iloveyou." You rushed the words out as if they were forbidden.

He cupped your face, turning you to look at him.

"You what, baby? I didn't catch that." He pried.

Well, this conversation had taken an turn. You just wanted to revel in your man's scent peacefully but now you were forced to face your true feelings. Love was definitely a word...a strong one at that. However, looking into his eyes like this, you knew the answer.

"I love you, Miles Morales."

"And I love you, mi corazón."

Your could feel yourself almost shaking, that was a lot to admit for you. You decided to bury your emotions in his shoulder. He wrapped his arms tighter around your waist, rocking you back and forth.

sniff.

"Are you sniffing me again?" He exclaimed.

"I'm sorry," You sobbed ", but you smell too good right now."

"Okay, that's enough for you, lil freak," He rolled you off of him, and onto the bed.

With a pat to your stomach, he left the room to hop in the shower.

He really did smell good though...

A/N: Okay y'all this is my first time writing in a bit, also it is 5 AM, im not editing this teehee

This is loosely based off experiences I've personally had with boyfriends, and YES when you love someone enough their sweat smells sooooo good omg

Anyways, you can generally assume in my writing that the reader is black, so take that as you will. I hope this was enjoyable even if it's lowkey crack. Thank you !

[louloulemons-posts]

can you do a eddie fic where gets cursed by vecna or whatever and eddie is the only one with reader if you already havent? its alright if not though

Heaven

Eddie X Reader

Word Count : 0.6k

Warnings : Not proofread, 4am writing (she’s back 👹) vecna, billy, reader feels guilt, fluffy ending, like minor angst, petnames.

A/N : i’m so sorry this took so long! I’ve had the worst writers block, but hopefully i’m back now with many fics to come. Enjoy!

- Lou 🫶🏻

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It couldn't end like this, you refused to let it end like this. Your head had been pounding for days, your nose running regularly, the inability to sleep had become a regular. It was just like Chrissy.

Vecna had targeted you, taking you back to the horrific things you'd experienced because of the upside down before. The demogorgons, demodogs, the night at the mall you so wished you could forget.

Your vision has gone fuzzy. Where were you?

The mall?

No that wasn't possible.

"Hello?" you called out.

There was no answer, nothing at all.

"Hello?"

"Y/N."

Jumping and turning quickly you saw, well you could only assume it was Vecna. The monster walked towards you.

"Please," you said softly.

"It's time. I can take it all away. How you left Max without a brother, the guilt you feel for him pushing you out of the way. Poor poor Billy," he taunted, his voice deep and vile.

Your skin was full of goosebumps, as you stepped back and hit something. Turning, you saw a familiar face.

"Billy?"

His big blue eyes were glossy, his skin covered in sickly black veins, covered in a thick layer of sweat.

“Billy I-“

“You did this,” he said, voice angry but face so numb of emotion.

“I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry,” your eyes filled with tears, you didn’t want him to die for you.

“You just wanted Max for yourself, you’d always wanted a sister. So why not take mine right!” he shouted, pushing you back towards Vecna.

“No! No I didn’t mean for any of this to happen!” you cried.

“Liar!” he shoved you down on to the floor, the skinless beast grinned from above you.

“It’s time.”

His long fingers came towards you, grabbing hold of your face. “No!” you screamed kicking your legs to get away.

He was too strong. “No please! Please! Someone help!” you sobbed.

“Nobody can save you now Y/N, nobody but me. You let out a cry, this was how it was going to end. This was it.

You didn’t even get to say goodbye. To your friends. Your family. Eddie. Oh Eddie. Your sweet boy.

“Goodbye Y/N.”

Oh thinkin’ about all our younger years

There was only you and me

We were young and wild and free

What was that?

You began to struggle again, wriggling your wrists against the vines that had appeared around them.

Vecnas eyes had rolled to the back of his head, meaning he didn’t notice when yours came swinging forward, headbutting him away.

The shock knocked him back, giving you time to wiggle out of the vines. Ripping them off you, you were up and sprinting towards an opening.

It looked like Eddies trailer. “Eddie!” You called out, seeing the familiar brown curls.

Baby your all that I want now

When you’re lyin’ here in my arms

I’m finding it hard to believe

We’re in heaven

You ran and ran, feeling the ground shake beneath you and heard a violent scream from the monster behind.

Large rocks began falling in your path and the ground began to crumble beneath your feet.

You had to make it, had to get back to him.

Now are dreams are comin’ true

Through the good times and the bad

Yeah I’ll be standin’ there by you, oh!

A large rock lifted behind you and before you’d even thought about it you were launching yourself over it and through to the trailer. To the boy you loved.

With a loud gasp of breath your body fell into Eddies arms. His huge frame wrapping around you, holding you to his chest.

“Thank god you’re okay,” he spoke into your hair, leaving a kiss there. He pulled back holding your face in his hands.

“I know I spoke badly about Bryan Adams, but he’s now my favourite artist ever.”

“Even more than Metallica?”

He let out a laugh, “Baby he saved your life.”

“No, Edward Munson, you did.” Standing on your tip toes you pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Baby.”

You’re all that I want

You’re all that I need

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