#He never tried to kiss me before but now he's like mwah

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just thinking abt relationship dynamics with the op boys <33

EVERYONE IS 18+ (minors dni)

a/n: currently have one piece brain rot and it is consuming me so here’s this! fem!reader and very suggestive + mentions sex, but no actual smut. NOT PROOFREAD 🙏🏻

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“of course i’m serious”

luffy:

in usual luffy fashion, one of your very first interactions ends with him trying to convince you to join his pirate crew

at first you’re hesitant, rightfully so, having just met the guy

however, you’re quickly persuaded by his happy-go-lucky personality and loyalty to his crew

after finally joining the crew yourself, your relationship with luffy gradually melts from just being friendly crew mates to being so close that you would put your life on the line for him at a moment’s notice

he seems to have that effect on people

while you grow close with all of the strawhats, your relationship with luffy is different

within a few months you already feel like you’ve known him your entire life

the two of you never have a dull moment together

while you love to entertain his antics, you also know when to stay level headed and keep him grounded

and while your work ethic is always valued on the ship, luffy can always get you to relax and have a good laugh when you need a break

eventually the two of you start to literally finish each other’s sentences, and it freaks everyone else out every time

you balance each other out perfectly

the two of you can talk and laugh for hours and not get tired of each other’s company

definitely tries to teach you a little portuguese but does not have the patience

you guys have friendship bracelets and he never takes his off

over the years, your relationship begins to grow from best friends to something more

you notice the shift far before luffy does

luffy picks up on little changes, like the weird tingly feeling he gets in his stomach when he makes you laugh

he doesn’t really think much of it though and brushes it off

probably assumes he’s just hungry…

in fact, luffy probably doesn’t really comprehend his feelings until someone spells it out for him, but in his head it doesn’t really change anything

you’ve always been his go to, and that won’t change now

the shift from platonic to romantic is gradual, natural, and if you ask robin, entirely inevitable

(she predicted this from the very beginning when the crew met you in your hometown)

he’s confident and honest with you in sharing the way he feels once he comes to the realization, and you allow him the same courtesy

he doesn’t feel any reason to hide or be embarrassed about his feelings

to him, being your boyfriend just means being your best friend except better because you get to hold hands and kiss and stuff

nothing is awkward when you start dating

it just feels right

he’s always been a very touchy person, even before you started dating

now that you’re together though, he loves cuddling

sleeping just isn’t as comfy anymore if he isn’t laying on you

definitely bites you sometimes and he says it’s because you’re so awesome that he doesn’t know what else to do with himself

he holds your hand all the time and likes to swing them back and forth when you walk together

he also likes to carry you on his shoulders because it makes you laugh

he doesn’t really use pet names for you often, if at all, but he really likes it when you use them for him

will, however, give you absolutely ridiculous nicknames that he finds cute

he has obviously never had a girlfriend before you

he wasn’t really concerned with romance or sex at all actually until you

you definitely have to teach him a lot

like what you’d like to do on dates

and how to kiss

luffy didn’t really understand the appeal of kissing, but you seemed to want to do it so he figured he’d give it a try

after kissing you for the first time he can’t get enough

definitely understands now

a super messy kisser (ofc)

gets giddy when you smile or laugh into his kisses

he smiles into your kisses a lot himself because he’s just so happy to be with you

you also have to teach him about the concept of pda and public etiquette, because otherwise he just does not care and will literally start making out with you in front of the entire crew simply because he wants to kiss you

sex is of course also very new to luffy, and like kissing, he does not understand the appeal until you test the waters with him and his mind is blown

he didn’t realize it would be so fun

it’s almost always sloppy, but he’s very attentive to your requests and desires

he takes in everything you teach him and improves upon it, because he loves making you happy more than anything

kind of a little shit sometimes though because he definitely overstimulates you without even realizing it

never intentionally mean though, but can be a huge tease entirely by accident

loves giving you pretty things he finds like rocks, shells, and any cool trinkets he finds laying around

he just gets so excited to share everything with you, and you’re always the first person he wants to talk to about everything

even if it seems as simple as finding a cool rock

other than sprinkling in more couple-y things, your relationship dynamic really does remain the same as it had always been, best friends

the two of you never take life too seriously, and just allow yourselves to enjoy each other’s company

luffy may not be the most “romantic” boyfriend in a traditional sense, but he will do absolutely anything to see you happy and safe, and you the same for him

he doesn’t need to do any grand gestures to give you butterflies in your stomach

you are each other’s safe space

the two of you said the L word to each other well before you became a couple, but the first time he says it romantically is when you personally cook a three course meal and bake him his favorite sweets to celebrate his birthday

saying those words to each other feels so natural that you almost don’t realize you hadn’t been saying it this whole time until now

will willingly share his food with you if you ask, which is genuinely mind blowing to everyone including yourself

if he proposes to you it will be super out of the blue and unplanned, completely catching you off guard

the two of you could just be talking, having a normal conversation, maybe getting some work done around the ship, when all of a sudden he’s just like

“hey, do you wanna get married?”

probably heard sanji talking about weddings or something and was like, oh! we’re in love, we should get married too!

obviously you can’t legally get married being pirates trying to slip under marine radar, so luffy has franky make you both simple rings out of pieces of sea glass you picked out

the rings have each other’s initials engraved into them

after that, the two of you consider yourselves married and the rest of the crew follows suit

not much changes in your relationship other than your titles

he’ll proudly tell people you’re his wife if you do something cool in a fight or someone asks about you or something

but even without a proposal or a ring, the two of you were always going to be forever

zoro:

when you first meet zoro, you see him as cocky, brazen, and extremely annoying

the two of you clash almost immediately

after luffy somehow manages to convince you to join the crew, the close proximity only makes it worse

the two of you are constantly at each other’s throats, taking any opportunity to push each other’s buttons

nami often jokes that ��the two of you bicker like an old married couple”, which does not go over well with either of you

for months the two of you are rivals, making everything a competition to see who’s better than the other

however, after a while you begin to see zoro’s true colors through the cracks

his dedication to his craft, the respect he has for luffy, the kindness he tries to mask beneath a hardened exterior, and his absolute undying loyalty

it makes you begin to wonder why you began to dislike him in the first place

over time, your bickering becomes less venomous and more playful, bantering back and forth for the fun of it

you pick up new habits like sparring with zoro every day, telling him it’s because “the only way to beat your rival is to know his weaknesses”

or zoro waking you up at the crack of dawn to do laps around the deck because he heard you say you weren’t a morning person once, except he brings you coffee exactly the way you like it, every time

eventually your relationship snowballs into friendship

the two of you still bicker and banter, butting heads every once in a while

but now you also laugh at each other’s jokes

and sit together in comfortable silence just to be in each other’s presence

and eventually, you get to the point where the two of you can share your deepest, darkest secrets, fears, and desires, that nobody else is allowed to hear

he makes you feel safe, and you know you are with him

without even realizing it, your relationship starts sinking into something much deeper than friendship

whenever you’re off the ship, zoro is almost always at your side, practically attached to you, making sure you’re never in harms way

the two of you can basically read each other’s minds, seemingly able to communicate without a single word shared between you

neither of you are even conscious of your feelings for one another until nami catches the two of you sound asleep on the desk with your head resting in zoro’s lap and runs to tell usopp

when you do begin to realize how you feel, neither of you bring it up, too afraid to ruin what you already have

but you don’t need to

your bodies and minds are practically interlinked, bending at each other’s will

your relationship stays mostly the same, only gradually and organically becoming closer

running errands together on new islands, napping together more often than you do apart, sitting next to each other during meals, etc

eventually your mutual feelings become almost unbearable, and you finally cross the line between friends and lovers

you would probably have to be the one to make the first move, because not only is zoro insanely stubborm, but he’s also uncharacteristically easily flustered

your first kiss feels like pieces clicking into place, or feeling the warmth of the sun in the dead of winter

as cheesy as it sounds, it feels like home

there’s no conversation about feelings, or asking you to be his girlfriend, you just are

like all the seasons of your relationship, the shift is slow, and goes unnoticed for a while by most of your crew mates

robin, nami, and usopp are the first to notice, seeing you fall asleep against his chest instead of his lap, or seeing you whispering secret conversations up in the crows nest when you think the others are asleep

eventually everyone is made aware of your relationship when you challenge zoro to a drinking game at a party, ending with you getting drunk off your ass and kissing him before immediately passing out against his shoulder

zoro is not a fan of pda, so for the most part, your relationship remains the same around the crew and on islands

still bickering and making up stupid competitions to challenge yourselves, but now theres a softer, more intimate side to your relationship

he will occasionally do passive agressieve little things to rub your relationship in sanji’s face though if he’s flirting with you too much for his liking

like whispering something dirty in your ear to make you get all flustered, or wrapping his arm around your waist to guide you into the dining room

he partly does it to get a rise out of sanji, sure, but mostly because he loves the reaction it gets out of you

the bond you share is clearly special, and thats something that everyone can see

however, your relationship is much different when you’re alone

it’s much more domestic

quieter

you know each other like the back of your hands at this point, so sometimes theres no need for words

the silence is soothing

other times, the two of you can talk for hours

he’ll gladly listen to you ramble on about anything and everything thats on your mind if you want to

and he’ll hang onto every word

he’s also a bit more touchy and vocal in private

he’ll massage your sore muscles after a particularly tough sparring session

or rub his thumb across your hip where he holds you against his chest, mumbling compliments into your hair

he’s another man who never really thought about relationships until you came along, so he’s quite inexperienced in a lot of areas

he picks up quickly and adapts, following the signals that your body sends him and adjusting accordingly

sex with him is either extremely intimate and gentle, or he’s being a total pain in the ass and teasing the shit out of you

either way, he’s hyper aware of your every move and action

his main objective is always to please you, because he quite literally would do anything for you

in his eyes you deserve the world handed to you on a silver platter, and he wants to be the one holding the plate

neither of you need to hear the words to know that you love each other irrevocably

you can see it in every move that he makes, and he can hear it in the beating of your heart

when the words are shared it’s in the hushed privacy that only you will ever share, or after a particularly life threatening battle

zoro knows that he’s yours forever like he knows he needs oxygen to breathe, but he’s also not a sappy romantic like the cook

he would bring up the idea of marriage in casual conversation to see where your head is at

the two of you have extremely healthy communication, always 100% honest with each other

if you don’t like the idea of marriage he would drop the subject and never bring it up again, content to just be with you

but if you do like the idea of getting married, he would propose right then (very informally)

“why don’t we get married then?”

“are you serious?”

“of course i’m serious. let’s get married.”

the two of you would pick out simple wedding bands on the next island you docked at, stealing away for the day to allow yourselves to bask in your new beginning

the rest of the crew would also totally freak out at dinner when they see the sparkling new jewelry adorning your fingers

sanji:

as we all know, sanji is a lover of women

he’s also a hopeless romantic

from the moment you join the crew, he’s completely head over heels

he thinks you are absolutely the most stunning woman he’s ever laid eyes on in his life

while he dotes on you, you don’t really pay him any mind at all at first

you see the way he treats other women, and you know he’s simply a flirt by nature, so why would it be any different when it’s aimed towards you?

and it first, it’s really not that much different

he just finds you mesmerizing, but it’s nothing more than an infatuation

but as some time goes by and he and the rest of crew get to know you, it turns into something more

you become friends first, quickly forming a strong bond

you keep him company while he cooks, allowing him to teach you different techniques and recipes

you listen to him talk about his dreams, and he returns the favor, judgement free

sanji quickly realizes he’s fallen for you

like for real

the feeling scares him at first, never having felt so many intense emotions about one person before

but the fear is quickly overcome by determination to devote himself to you in every way

he takes care of your every need, defends your honor when necessary, and is always there for you when you need a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on

you don’t catch onto your feelings until months after sanji pinpointed his, long after you had already plummeted far away from feelings that could be considered platonic

you make the first move, and neither of you hesitate to leap right into it

he set’s up dates for the two of you frequently

compliments you up and down, every word sincere

he gets super flustered and giddy when you compliment his cooking

never forgets an anniversary, valentines day, or your birthday, and always goes all out to make sure it’s extra special for you

sanji isn’t inexperienced per-se, but he also hasn’t been with many women

however, he has a talent for this sort of thing, and his movements are smooth and fluid, never unsure

he kisses you like a man starved, gentle at first, quickly becoming more passionate and hungry because you’re absolutely irresistible

he’s handles you the same way in the bedroom

gentle and passionate

sanji always finds a way to make sex super romantic

he likes to hold your hand, and give you kisses, and tell you how much he loves you

he has a CD burned with a bunch of super sweet love songs, and it doubles as a slow dance playlist and a sex playlist

after you become official, it’s no secret to the crew

sanji is practically shouting it from the rooftops

he’s even more over the top than before, waiting on you hand and foot

loves holding you, and intertwining your fingers when the two of you go looking for ingredients on whatever island you’re docked at

loves hugs and cuddles obviously

always holds doors open for you, pulls out your chair, offers you his coat, and kisses your hand like a proper gentleman

also uses so many pet names for you that you can’t even keep track of them all

still a massive flirt even though you’re already his, and reaffirm that truth every single day

your relationship is very flirty in general

he can dish it out way better than he can take it

he gets flustered sooooo easily when you give him a taste of his own medicine

even though he’s quite eccentric in the way he loves you, he can also be really soft when the moment’s right

the two of you can giggle about stupid hypotheticals one second and be having a deep philosophical conversation the next

sanji tells you he loves you for the first time within like the first 3 weeks of you dating

and he means it 100% too

he absolutely worships you and thinks he must have been a saint in a past life to be able to deserve you reciprocating his feelings

sanji’s known since the very beginning that he was going to marry you some day

as romantic as he is, he cooks you a wonderful meal, just for the two of you

he lights up the place with dozens of candles and rose petals scattered everywhere

and by some miracle he summons the will power to get through dinner with you, before finally beginning his long speech, pouring out all of his love for you like poetry

he kneels on one knee before you, and the ring is barley slipped onto your finger before he has your back pressed against the kitchen counter

oops!

the two of you throw a little ceremony with the crew on the next island you dock at, with vows and a dress and everything

sanji refused to let you settle for anything less than perfect, because you deserved to have a real wedding

his vows are gut wrenchingly gorgeous btw

cries when he sees you walking down the aisle

he makes sure to call you “my wife” as much as humanly possible, and kisses your ring all the time

usopp:

you and usopp became friends pretty much the second you joined the crew

you both have such a similar sense of humor, and you love listening to his ridiculous stories

he lovessss gossiping with you and it’s your favorite pastime

and of course you help him craft his weapons

the two of you are basically inseperable

you do absolutely everything together

you help each other get through your day to day tasks, talking and joking your way through them

you watch him practice his aim and cheer him on

you like laying down together and looking at the shapes the clouds make

you sit next to each other at meals most of the time so that you can gossip with your eyes

but sometimes if you sit across from each other you have staring contests

you don’t know when or how it happened, but somewhere over the years you and usopp fell desperately in love with each other

everyone knows how you feel for each other, hell even you know how usopp feels about you, but he’s completely oblivious to it all

the only reason you haven’t made a move yet is because nami made a bet with you to see how long it takes him to fess up, and neither of you are allowed to “interfere”

he finally confesses to you one night after a long celebration for another strawhat victory

you always make fun of him for being such a lightweight, but tonight it really shows

completely wasted after only two shots, he finally professes his love for you

nami won the bet, but you honestly couldn’t care less

the next day he’s probably super embarrassed, but once you tell him you feel the same way he’s SO relieved

he gets flustered so easily it’s a little humorous

you barely even have to do anything to make him a blushing stuttering mess

most of the time you do it by accident

he has a staring problem because everything you do is so mesmerizing to him

you take your relationship fairly slow

he gets insanely flustered every time you hold his hand

he LOVES cuddling but he has to hide his face against you because he gets so dazed just by being so close to you

the first time you kissed him he almost passed out

he cannot believe you actually want to be with him

once he’s more comfortable with the concept that you really do want him as much as he wants you, he kisses you all the time

your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your knuckles, and most importantly, your lips

his kisses are gentle and cautious at first, growing more confident the longer you’re together, but still always soft

the crew thinks you’re the cutest couple ever, sometimes disgustingly so

usopp is extremely inexperienced, despite the stories he tells that suggest otherwise, so you make sure to let him set the pace

when he’s ready to take the relationship a step further, he’s a bit clumsy at first, but eager to learn

talks a big game, but when it comes down to it he always “lets you” take the lead

loves bragging about you and telling people that you’re his girlfriend

he’s just so proud to be with you

literally thinks you’re the coolest person ever

you guys are still best friends even though you’re also so much more than that

you still gossip, and do your work together, and make ridiculous jokes, and are there for each other no matter what

if marriage is something you want, you would have to hint at it heavy

because he is not going to come up with the idea to propose otherwise

not because he doesn’t want to marry you, but simply because he’s never even thought about marriage like that before

it take him weeks to work up the courage to finally propose, but he would do it all “the right way” because you deserve a real proposal

takes you out on the deck to watch the sunset and then he’s down on one knee with a ring box in hand

gets teary eyed asking you to marry him, and cries happy tears with you when you say yes

you would have a simple ceremony on the ship, just vows, rings, and a kiss, and just like that, you’re husband and wife

chopper would 100% be the ring bearer and nami would be the flower girl

brags about you, and makes sure to include you in all of his stories

no matter how long you guys have been together, his wild imagination never gets old

law:

you were on the brink of death when law found you, taking you onto the polar tang to perform a life saving operation

you could barely remember what even caused the injuries in the first place by the time you woke up, but you had never been more grateful in your entire life

you owed you’re life to him

so you insisted on joining his crew, promising to repay him for saving your life, even though he assured you it wasn’t necessary

you stayed anyways of course

your relationship started out strictly professional

he was the captain, and you were the crewmate

you were friendly with each other of course, but that was the extent of it

over time, you grew closer

you started getting tasked with him with his personal tasks while he worked, allowing the two of you to spend a lot of time in each other’s company

eventually your simple conversations became staying for hours after all the work had been completed just so that you could continue talking

you bonded over similar interests and shared knowledge, realizing you had more in common than you initially thought

after that the years seemed to fly by, blossoming friendship getting stronger until you could practically read each other’s thoughts, and then one day it all became much bigger than either of you had anticipated

you have both somehow managed to fall in love with each other, and neither of you dared to speak a word of it to anyone, even yourselves

you’re too scared of being rejected and humiliated, and law is absolutely terrified of being in love at all

he has absolutely no idea how to handle his feelings, so instead he bottles them up and stores them away in the hopes that they’ll just vanish

they don’t vanish

instead they get bigger and bigger, until it’s all consuming and he can’t think of a single thing that is not you

meanwhile, you’re trying desperately to suppress your own feeling and failing miserably

the two of dance around each other, tension so thick it radiated to everyone else on the crew

you’re interactions become shorter, both of you unable to be in the presence of the other for too long before you felt like you were going to say something stupid

eventually it all reaches a peak, and while working in his office one night he can’t fight his impulses, so before he can overthink it he finally just kisses you

his kiss is heated and filled with a million emotions he doesn’t know how to express with words

your relationship remains the same outside of your shared privacy, so most of the crew doesn’t even know you guys are together for months

if anyone does pick up on it, it’s because both of you are in considerably better moods for weeks after your first kiss

he lets you paint his nails and do his eyeliner

gets really affectionate when he’s tired

he isn’t the best communicator, but you’re patient and he tries his best

law is somewhat experienced, only having been with a few women in the past, but it’s enough for him to know what he’s doing

he has no problem taking the reigns, and easily slips any semblance of control right out of your grasp

sex is either super soft and romantic or he’s really mean, depends on his mood

loves having his hands all over you whenever he can

also gets really cocky and his smile when he’s like that is deadly

doesn’t say it often, but makes sure to show you every day how much he absolutely adores you

he’s so in love with you it drives him a little crazy sometimes, but he doesn’t say that

instead he saves his smiles only for you, kisses every inch of your skin, and holds you impossibly close to him while he whispers sweet praises and confessions in your ear

when law does say “i love you”, he makes sure you know how much he means it

he cherishes your late night conversations, whispered beneath the sheets

while the crew does know of your relationship now, you still don’t really act like a couple at all in front of anyone else aside from very subtle things

you always make law coffee in the morning and he thanks you for it with a kiss to the cheek before getting breakfast

and he whispers things to you all the time, just wanting to share things with you even if he may not want to share them with the rest of the crew

your relationahip changes slightly you become his wife

he never really liked the idea of marriage, but with you, he’s open to anything that would make you happy

if you want to get married, that’s what will happen

the rings would be extremely simple, but engraved with something incredibly sweet to remind you of how much he loves you, even if he isn’t able to tell you so as often as he thinks he should

there wouldn’t be any ceremony, just the rings, but it’s enough for you

after that he’d be a bit more affectionate with you in front of the crew, the occasional peck, and domestic touches

it’s usually subconscious and goes unnoticed unless someone points it out

he can’t help himself, you’re his wife, and he’s surprised by how much he loves the new title on you

ace:

very flirty with you from the very beginning

compliments you all the time

thinks you’re the hottest person in the world and is very vocal about it

the two of you literally just flirt with each other like 24/7 but still say “we’re just friends”

pisses everyone else off

you know ace has a history with women, so you figured it was safe to assume that you simply followed that pattern

so the two of you go on like that for months, so obviously crazy about each other that it quickly becomes annoying to everyone around you

the solution? set you up, obviously

some of your crew mates make it their mission to finally get you two together

setting up romantic settings where the two of you just happen to be alone

pairing you up on chores and tasks

they may or may not lock the two of you together in a closet for like an hour

it only takes a few weeks to finally get you to crack

ace is a cocky bastard about it, but also literally bouncing off the walls because he’s wanted you for forever

he fell first, you fell harder type shit

huge dork

can be pretty childish sometimes, but in an endearing way

but he does know how to read the room and take things seriously when necessary

never fails to make you feel better if you’ve had a rough day

loves seeing you in his clothes !!!!

literally the biggest flirt and tease ever, no matter how long you’ve been together

very touchy and just wants to be close to you

despite the fiery passion woven through his personality, he kisses you like he has all the time in the world

extremely good kisser, and enjoys pulling away to watch you chase his lips and try to catch your breath wayyyyy too much

50% slutty and 50% the most romantic man on the planet

he’ll literally be making the most obscene noises in your ear and then say something so butterfly inducing and poetic that you feel like you could cry

very experienced, and it shows in everything he does

he knows exactly how to read what you need, and just what to do to have you a complete mess by the time he’s done with you

slutty waist 🗣️🗣️

king of the knee thing

loves when you give him hickeys too so he can show off that he’s yours

also pretty open about pda

he doesn’t like make out with you in the middle of a bar or anything, but he definitely does not shy away from showing you love just because there are people around either

your relationship is surprisingly mature, and you have really good communication

definitely would carry you on his back, shoulders, bridal style, or just pick you up and spin you around cause it makes you smile

if he proposes it would be planned, but not necessarily traditional or formal

he’d plan some sort of fun activity for the day, like a picnic or something, and then you turn around and he’s kneeling on the ground in front of you

would pick the PRETTIEST ring

he’d also be smiling like crazy through the entire proposal cause he wants to marry you right this second

as soon as the ring is on your finger he’s already making stupid jokes that have you rolling your eyes

would “elope” (unofficially) on an island and then see how long it takes for everyone to notice

possibly making a bet to see who catches on first

once the rest of the crew knows, he takes everyyyy opportunity to call you his wife or by his last name, and giggles like a kid every single time

asks are open!

[screampied]

pls pls pls can we get some overstimulating toji, Hes whimpering so much, maybe tie his hands up 👀🙏 love u twin

❤︎ ໋𓈒 toji letting you "top" him

warnings. fem! reader, overstim, whiney toji, riding him after he cūms, dirty talk, mdni.

“hmph. you’re gettin’ too fuckin’ cocky,” toji gruffs lowly, leaning back against the padded comforter. dark eyes stare right back into you as you straddle his lap. he’s buried into you, and he was just about to finish. his breaths were quick paced, huffing and puffing. white clouds of air escape his lips as he keeps dark irises on each of your fidgety movements. “wipe that smile of y’er face. don’t like when ya give me that look.”

you hum, leaning in to toss your arms over his wide shoulders. whilst he’s stretching your gummy walls out to the very fullest— you lean in to plant a kiss near the right side of his lip, soft contact right against his infamous slanted scar. a soft moan always withdraws from his lips whenever you did that. the toughness that scraps against your mouth as you plant your lips down on that specific spot. “or …what?” you tease, grinding your hips just a bit more brisker at a fleeting tempo. “aw, someone’s getting close?”

“fuuuck,” he growls out, pearly white canines sticking out near the very corners of his mouth. toji’s head throws back in rapture and he feels your hand glide down the middle part of his chest. his shaggy, unkempt bare chest—all types of scars from his work that you love to feel all over. he’s about to pump you full, the blissful agitation that pokes against his nerves makes him feral. “sensitive still,” and with a low exhale, he glares at your stretching sly smile. “don’t give me that look. don’t …. even—f-fuck..”

and at that exact moment, toji fushiguro whined.

you grow quiet. he grows so quiet, it’s so silent that you could hear a pen drop.

toji swallows, even a simple action as that was just so loud. he groans, leaning back against the fat silk pillows before he stares at you with low hooded eyes.

“s-shit,” and his voice continues to grow more . . . shaky.

it’s so unlike him, the way his words quaver from each word was so cute to hear. you even had his hands tied up, pinned amongst the edges of the bed. he was sprawled all out for you while you were grinding against his lap.

“i spoil you too much, f-fuckin’ little girl,” and he’s clearly trying to keep up his rough facade— but alas, it’s really no use.

“you’re cute when you whine, baby,” you smooch against the scar near the right side of his lip.

his mouth twitches in vexation and you watch as his eyes roll further back.

his abdomen— oh, it burns into a mild volume of arousal, he’s profusely sweating before he feels himself about to break. each time you sneak a kiss against his scar, he groans. “mwah,” you tease, treating the lower part of his face with such delicacy. toji was shooting you a look of grimace. briefly—he tried to keep up his stubborn antics, but his glare only turned into lewd eye rolls from how good you clamp against his cock. it’s so good, the saturation of your sopping wet pussy squeezing down on him tight, he’s going dumb by the minute. “it’s okay, toji. you can cum.”

“don’t tell me what to d—” and he gets cut off before he quite literally does cum, it’s abrupt. toji’s quavering underneath you as he dumps a thickset load of seed into you. “shit, fuckin’ damn,” he heaves. his breath was heavy as he’s leaning all the way back now. with a hand still gripped onto your left hip, he sinks into the weightlessness nirvana that awaited him. “fuuck,” he pants, a rough hand grasping your ass— for a solid moment, toji grows quiet and the only sounds that’s could have been made were the sloshes of your cunt accepting his seed. somehow he managed to rip off the restraints on his wrists—wasting no time to finally touch you. in the midst of still rocking your hips in a circular rotation again toji—it consists of such satiny ropes, you’ve never felt more stuffed. “ugh, fuckin’ slut. got me moanin’ for you like this-”

you giggle, gifting him with a chaste kiss. “i’m not done, baby. keep up with me, okay?”

toji’s caught by surprise once you start to move your hips again, accelerating them against him and he whines. “f-fuck, the fuck? girl, ‘jus fuckin’ came . . sensitive, goddamnnn.”

it was cute, the way his low raspy voice pitches up an octave— he’s whimpering, the rapid movements of your pussy having him practically speechless. with his twitching dick now flaccid, he’s still got a firm grip on your waist. a raw groan only then wrenches from the back of his throat.

“can’t cum anymore, f-fuck, ‘m still sensitive,” he babbles, softly pulling you by the neck to give him a kiss.

and by kiss, it was more sloppy than anything. with wet tongues moving against each other in tavern, he feels you grinding again and again.

toji’s so warm. he can feel his heartbeat coercively pulsating through his ears. your tender touch against him had him so needy. even while having him like this— he was still attractive, yet that’s when you grab his wrists, making him pin them back again. “fuck are ya d-doing.”

“no touching me, baby,” you hum, and his glare returns. with pinkish crimson lips squeezing into a scowl, his darkened eyebrows curl into a furrow. “touch me after you give me another one, yeah?”

he swallows, toji couldn’t believe how dominant you were being. it was rare to get him like this, even rare to be on top of him.

“fuckin’ brat,” he grouses, his muscles near his forearms tensing. your cunt’s involuntarily constricting around his massive length. your walls hug him tightly before he starts to pant more and more. “fine. f-fine, just kiss me again…… please.”

you lean in, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders before pulling him into a deep kiss.

he’s so sensitive—heavy, hot huffs of breaths gnashing together, he whines again in your mouth. toji shivers, feeling the print of your thumb brush down against his undercut. he groans, feeling your hips start to pick up pace again and he pulls away to breathe. “phew,” he puffs out, seeing nothing but pure stars. you rode him so good that he didn’t even have a witty comeback.

toji’s entire face was all flustered, he glowers once he sees your smug grin tug against your lips. “what.”

“you should whine more,” you pause your hips, leaning in to pepper a few kisses against his cheek. he’s so fluttered—still heaving through his full lungs, eyelids halfway open as a big arm wraps around your waist. toji pulls you close, despite how embarrassed he was—he took it as a opportunity to pull you closer towards him. “you sound so cute when you’re whiney.”

“shut up,” he pouts, avoiding eye contact. toji’s still stuffed inside of you before he grunts once he feels you starting to move then stop. “m-mhm. don’t stop though. keep going.”

you giggle, bringing a single finger to stroke his cheek. “say please, toji.”

“fuckin—” he starts, sending you straight daggers. he’d argue further but he was still deeply buried into you. just a quick move with your hips and he’d start whining again from the euphoric friction. “fine. fine, just finish fucking me, please.”

“good boy,” you kiss the top of his head, starting up your hips again and he brings you into his chest, wrapping his beefy arms around you before whimpering into your neck.

he swallows, seeping his teeth into the crevice of your neck. “shut u-mhm,” and he slumps back with a pussydrunk smile on his face. “actually….praise me more. call me that again, ‘n look at me when you do.”

“good boy, toji,” you repeat in a sweet voice, picking up his head to make him stare into your eyes—he’s still panting before he leans back, groaning, shuddering from your touch. “such a good boy.”

[simpjaes]

sharing = caring [p.js | s.jy]

Jake thought he could get away with purchasing your panties off of your brother without anyone knowing. Unfortunately, the dorm life, where Jay exists literally three feet away from him at all times makes that impossible. or the one where jake tries to jerk it while his roommate is sleeping and jay just wants him to share a lil bit of what he has hidden under his pillow

minors dni! | requested by anonymous

WORDCOUNT― 1.2k

PAIRING― jake x jay x reader's panties

WARNINGS ― both jake and jay are fucking weirdos. bisexual jay. jake is just horny so he's like "well, ok i guess"

NOTE― tumblr hasn't been letting me post longer drabbles as an ask, so to the anon who sent me this idea, ur brain. mwah.

smut tags under cut:: 

smut tags― masturbation, panty sucking, kind of guys kissing, cum, moaning, purchasing of panties lol

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“Where did you get those?”

Jay stares forward at his roommate, narrowing his eyes for a moment in realization. 

“Found them.” Jake shrugs, trying to hide the item crumpled in his fingers, shoving them quickly into his pocket as if it would keep Jay from asking any more questions.

Unfortunately, Jay knows what those are, and knows who they belong to. He saw that fucking instagram post. Jake saw it too, Jay saw his bitch ass like the picture as soon as it was posted. 

It was a photo of you alongside your friends. You hadn’t noticed at the time the image was posted, and god, fuck, Jay wishes you never found out because the whole post was deleted shortly after. It was a panty shot, you sitting there on the front steps of a bar alongside your friends. If you zoomed in on the photo, because let’s be honest, Jay always zoomed in, you could see it. You could see your panties.

An accidental panty shot.

So, Jake would be out of his fucking mind to think Jay doesn’t know what those are. What he wants to know is how the fuck he got his hands on them.

Jake awkwardly stands, almost like a deer in headlights as Jay closes in on him, furrowing his brows and glaring at him.

“Jake.” Jay warns him with a deeper tone, “Where the fuck did you get those?”

Jake, famously bad at telling lies, stiffens up before dropping his shoulders entirely. 

“I paid her little brother for them.”

Jay lends him a look of disgust. Not because he thinks it’s weird, but more so because why the fuck didn’t he think of that first?”

“Bro…” Jay trails off, wanting to reach into Jake’s pocket and grab them himself, but he relents...for now. “How much did you pay for them?”

What Jake thought would be a scolding session, or like, a life long reason to mock and make fun of him turns out to be…oh. Now, hold on.

“Wait–” He takes a step back, raising a brow. “Why do you care?”

“Are they dirty?” Jay continues to question. “What do they smell like?”

Then, silence as the realization hits them both. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Well.

Jake expected to spend his first night with these panties alone, but it seems like Jay isn’t willing to let him out of his sight with them. Weird, absolute freak behavior, but he gets it. 

He’d probably do the same if he noticed Jay twirling your panties in his hands too. Still, he’s been dying to jerk off since he got the first whiff of them. 

Yes, they’re dirty. 

He didn’t pay $200 for nothing. And your brother drives a hard bargain. Jake seriously almost dipped into his saving because the fucker wanted more for them. Fucking pervert, selling his sister’s panties to make an extra buck.

Whatever. 

The issue now is the fact that Jay just lingers.

“Weren’t you supposed to go to work tonight?” Jake groans, hating the dorm life and despising the lack of jerking off he’s been able to do with a roommate so close. 

“I called in.” Jay deadpans, rolling over on his bed and acting like he’s going to go to sleep. 

Jake leaves it at that, rolling his eyes in a huff and flopping down on his own bed. 

An hour goes by in silence.

Two hours.

Jake’s eyes are bloodshot by this point because he really is sleepy. He’s got class at eight tomorrow morning, after all. Thankfully, he can tell Jay is asleep by now. Which means…

He’s as quiet as he can be when he reaches under his pillow, nearly moaning at the feeling of the panties against his fingertips alone. He’s lucky Jay didn’t see him stuff them under here, because for a second he was almost worried they’d be nowhere to be found once he finally got to do this. 

And so, silently still, he grabs them and gently lays them across his nose, inhaling deeply before sliding his hand down and into his sweatpants. 

He breathes the scent of you in, imagining all sorts of things until he’s working up a sweat trying to hold in his silence. Even if he were being loud, he wouldn’t know it, his ears have been ringing since the first touch of his cock, if he’s being totally honest.

They’re ringing so loudly, and his eyes are shut so tightly that he doesn’t even notice Jay getting out of bed and standing in front of him. He only realizes when the scent of you is suddenly gone and a waft of fresh air fills his lungs instead.

His abs flex as he opens his eyes in a frustrated groan before he’s ripping his hand from his pants and trying to snatch the beloved item back. 

“What the fuck?!” Jake grips, not even hiding how hard he is before lifting himself from his bed, onto his knees to try and grab at Jay’s arm. 

Jay, already lost in the sauce much like Jake was previously, will be damned to hand them over so easily. So, he presses his two fingers into the seat of the panties and sucks them into his mouth.

Jake nearly sees red at that. 

“I paid for those.” He seethes out this time, cock jumping unintentionally at the way Jay’s other hand is blatantly down his own pants, unashamed, right there in front of him. 

“We can’t share?” Jay mumbles from around the panties, leaving the fabric in place while pulling his fingers out, reaching for Jake’s arm to pull him even closer. 

All Jake can do is follow the grip on him in shock, unsure of what to do but fuck, he was so close already. Jay seems weirdly okay with this…why can’t he?

“Have you not tasted her yet?” Jay mumbles again, rolling his eyes back briefly when he flicks his wrist against the head of his cock. 

Jake wouldn’t know what’s going through his mind even if you tortured him to say it. Genuinely, there is no excuse for him to lean forward like this, chasing the scent of your panties right up against his own room mate’s mouth. He tries to save himself from crossing that line by trying to tug them out with a gentle pull, but it doesn’t work. Why doesn’t it work?

Because Jay closes the distance for him. Not kissing him, but lying his lips against Jake’s with the panties acting as a barrier. And then? He presses his tongue out, as if giving the panties back to Jake through a kiss.

Jake moans when he slightly pulls back, hesitating as he moves his hand down his own pants again. Unsure if he’s moaning for the taste of you, the intense arousal in his gut, or, well, being kind of kissed when he like, really really needs it. Jay or not, human contact is human contact when he's this fucking turned on.

Already, Jay is close with the remnant of your pussy on his tongue, but opening his eyes and seeing Jake act just as insane as he does– he can’t help it. There’s something about the taboo nature of it. The way Jake paid for panties from a girl who barely knows either of them. The way he started loudly jerking off as if Jay wasn’t three feet away from him before. The way he flushed while watching Jay try and get some of it too, jerking himself off in the open like that.

The way Jake just..stays here, inches from his face and cums against his sweat pants with a broken moan, drooling all over the panties.

It’s not that his roommate turns him on or anything. Honestly, Jay could give less of a shit about Jake in terms of sexuality but that moan. So broken, so desperate. He couldn’t help himself, reaching and tearing the panties out of Jake’s slack mouth as he releases, just to shove them down his own pants, cumming all into the fabric to not only the taste, scent, and feeling of your panties, but the sound of Jake whimpering at the loss.

[i90o3]

haii ><,, could you write something for literally any homicipher character.. im starving for homicipher x reader content 😭😭😭

First kiss.

context: post blissful ending. You kiss, mwah.

Homicipher. mr crawling x reader. | Anypov. Fluff.

First time writing an anything in 2 years, bear with me I might be rusty. Didn’t really know what to write for this one so it’s a little short. Also I had to rewrite this so I hope there’s no mistakes,,

lowkey forgot * don’t italic words on this app..

For some reason, having this..entity here with you after escaping from the ‘other world’ ..isn’t bad. No one else can see him—which is honestly a bonus—and you have to concentrate really hard to see him… but it’s better than nothing. Honestly, he’s such a puppy..In a kind of disturbing way? The way he just follows you around, chirps and giggles, does his best to protect you. It’s adorable, really.

The first time this strange, attraction, hit you was when he pulled you down and crawled on top of you, sufficiently hiding you from Mr. Scarletella. And it only grew throughout your time in the ‘other world.’ Progressing as he kept protecting you, helping you.

You heard Mr. Crawling chirp, pulling you out of your daze. You glanced up at him, smiling, and he smiled back. (even if it was a little creepy..) Your hand hesitantly reached out, trailing your fingers up his arm, and then to his face. You tentatively brush your knuckles against his cheek, brushing his hair aside slightly. He looks at you, (does he even have eyes??), a little caught off guard by the action. As if he hasn’t been touched so tenderly before.

You start to wonder what his lips would feel like against yours as you stare at him intently. He stares back at you, oblivious to your thoughts. You wonder if there’s a word for ‘kiss’ in his language. But the language barrier between you two never really stopped you before. You point to your lips, and then you point to his lips, trying to get your intentions across. He smiles, but tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, as if saying: “what? I need a demonstration.”

*who knew entities could be such teases?*

But..then again, who are you to deny such an adorable face like him? You gently reach out, cupping his face in both your hands, rubbing his grayish pale cheekbones, guiding him closer to you. Your breaths mingle, lips barely inches apart, just brushing against each other before your eyes flutter close and you finally press your lips to his. The kiss was a little clumsy and fleeting, seeing as he didn’t know what he was doing, but sweet nonetheless.

When you finally pull away, he tried to eagerly chase your lips, his signature giggle falling past his lips. Seems like you’ve spoiled him, because now he doesn’t want to stop kissing you.

11:08 pm. 11/02/2024. @i90o3

[goldeunoias]

Heaven.

A/N: Sunghoon stans literally always give me so much feedback and talk to me about my fics the most so I bring them another fic bc subby sunghoon stans literally are the best so they deserved to be spoiled mwah

(mentions of infidelity)

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"C'mon, a good girl may go to heaven once, but a bad girl goes to heaven every week. Don't you wanna feel what that's like? To experience what it's like to have heaven in between your legs," Sunghoon whispered in your ear, squeezing the flesh of your thighs.

You whimpered and you felt your face get hot, Sunghoon's holding your delicate cheeks in calloused hands as you tried to look away.

"No one knows you're here bunny, not even your closest friends right? Doesn't that mean you're a little curious to hear about what they talk about online when they say their boyfriends "fuck them silly?"," he continued, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip to tease you.

"That stupid church boyfriend of yours could never give you what I could and you know that; after all, would you be here if he did," Sunghoon snickered while shaking your head slightly to get a response out of you.

You swallowed thickly and nodded to agree with him, the hairs on your body standing up when he pulled the strap of your sundress against your skin, his canines nipping at his bottom lip.

"Stupid bastard took your virginity and your first kiss," he hissed with annoyance, pressing your form against his body as his hands went to raise your sundress. He placed the hem against your mouth, silently commanding you to hold it.

"Has the audacity to take what's mine,"Sunghoon remarked as he massaged the underside of your thighs, reveling in the tiny spiked breaths that left your throat. "But I guess that doesn't matter now does it?" he finished, moving so your back was against sheets fragrant of his scent.

"Are you a screamer bunny?" Sunghoon cooed at you, removing the hem of your dress so you could speak.

"A what?" you remarked with confusion, needing a bit more context to gauge what he was saying. He dropped his head down into your shoulder, a laugh that sent chills of your spine erupting from him.

"That was silly of me to ask since your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend probably doesn't even know how to kiss you properly," he snided, hiking up your sundress so your innocent cotton panties and bra were on display for him. He smiled and drug a digit down your midline and over the sticky wet patch on your underwear, pressing down on it slightly to tease you.

"Of course an angel like you would be wearing white," Sunghoon hummed, raising your bra so pert nipples were exposed to cool air.

Before you could cover yourself up in embarrassment Sunghoon grabbed both of your hands in his and pinned them above your head, squeezing them harshly as a warning to not move.

"Look at how your body is reacting to me bunny,"he observed as he let saliva drip from his tongue and onto you pert nipple, enveloping his mouth around the bud to spread it around.

The coarseness of his tongue against your skin made you shudder and you couldn't help but squirm helplessly against his grip, like a rabbit caught by a wolf.

"Sunghoon don't suck so harshly y-you'll leave marks-"

"Who said I wasn't trying to?" he interjected with a grin, sucking deep marks onto your chest and sternum until they began to bloom across your skin like flowers. "You think I care if bunny has to cover up some marks?" He questioned as he kissed over each mark he left, his free hand going between your bodies and underneath your underwear.

"Sorry love, but I don't. If this is what it takes for you to become mine and stay like that, so be it."

Before you could come up with a defense Sunghoon slid your underwear down to your ankles and pushed a digit in, scrunching your face in embarrassment at just how loud the squelching sounds were.

"Listen to that bunny, listen to how badly your pussy wants me," Sunghoon cooed against your neck, his canines dragging across the sensitive flesh.

"You look so pretty when you're underneath me, shit~," he groaned when you started letting out shy whimpers, every sound going straight to his cock.

Even with a single digit you felt something stir in your lower belly as his finger experimentally curled against your walls, your hips unable to stop themselves from rutting into the sensation.

"Were you guys each other's firsts?" Sunghoon asked sweetly in your ear, unable to contain his grin as he slid a second digit in. The ache you felt made your eyes flutter and you gasped out a "yes" squirming around under his grip as you felt your walls pulse around his fingers.

"Aw, how cute, a true romantic love story. If I had any remorse left in me I would maybe tear up. But I bet it didn't feel like this now did it." Before you could ask Sunghoon swiped his thumb over your slick-covered clit, the sensation making your heels dig into his mattress.

"S-sunghoon oh god," you croaked out as a strong knot started forming in your lower belly, Sunghoon sliding a third digit in as he tsked against your lips.

"Oh no sweetie, let's not bring god into this. He's probably doesn't want to see the way I'm going to absolutely defile you," Sunghoon groaned against your lips, speeding up the pace of his fingers.

His increased pace made you dig your nails into the hand that still had yours bound together, your breathing getting heavy as he kept rubbing against a spot you didn't know could feel so good.

"Aw is bunny getting close? Already?" he mocked through a smile, giving you fluttering kisses against your cheeks when you nodded through dazed out eyes.

"What makes you think you deserve it bunny? Shouldn't I punish you a bit more for hurting my feelings like that?" Sunghoon seethed, speeding up his fingers as your walls started tightening down on them.

"I'msorry, 'so sorry, please" you whimpered out, biting down your lip as you felt your belly continue to tighten, Sunghoon not helping in the slightest with his ministrations.

He couldn't resist you, especially when your eyes were glassy from tears threatening to spill. You heard him swore under his breath before pushing you to edge forcing the knot to snap, your body completely tensed up as waves of pleasure pulsed through you in a way you'd never experienced.

"Mmmm, there's a good bunny," Sunghoon praised, pulling his fingers from your sticky core and sucking the juices clean. The remainder of the sticky liquid he used to rub around the base and tip of his member as he pulled his sweats down your eyes unable to look away from droplets continuing leaking from the tip.

"What s'the matter bunny? Scared of its size?" Sunghoon couldn't help but mock, positioning himself so his member was flat against your tummy.

Your eyes widened at how far it was going to go into you, Sunghoon chuckling before grabbing your leg and hoisting it over your shoulder.

"Would ya look at that bunny, look how far it's gonna reach. Gonna hit special spots that other bastard couldn't even dream of yeah?"

"S-sunghoon I don't think it's gonna fit," you stuttered out, squirming as you felt trickles of precum mix with your syrupy wetness.

You watched as Sunghoon pouted before pressing his tip against your entrance, your eyes rolling into the back of your head you felt a stretch that made your core ache in need.

"Shit bunny you are tight," Sunghoon hissed through his canines, his cheeks blooming into ruby roses. You could only whimper as he pushed his way into you, your head raising to see he was only a third of the way there.

"Oh, what am I gonna do with ya? Bunny's pussy is so tiny, it's gonna be hard for me to control myself," Sunghoon groaned, his head falling into your shoulder as you clamped down on him like a vice.

"I d'don't think I can fit anymore," you remarked as saw how full your belly looked, every slight movement making his mushroom tip press against your walls.

Sunghoon hummed but continued to move, snickering when your legs shook helplessly around his waist.

"Well would you look at that? Told you it was gonna fit, worrying for nothing."

His tip was rubbing against your cervix and you could only mewl as he started moving in and out of you, sticky arousal spilling from the sides of his cock every time he bottomed out.

You were snapped out of your gaze when you heard your phone ringing from the side of the bed, a quick glance at the caller ID letting you know it was your best friend.

"S-sunghoon w-wait-"

"No." he breathily interjected, holding your hands in each of his as he made you stare at him, hazelnut eyes piercing into your own.

"I've been 'waiting' for too long," he rasped against your lips, eyes turning into anguish.

A pang hit your chest and you swallowed thickly, unable to hold his stare anymore out of embarrassment for your own actions.

"Keep looking at me, please," he choked out, resting his head against your forehead.

He moved his hips languidly and you jaw went slack as his tip pushed against your cervix, Sunghoon finally letting go of your hands so you could clasp his shoulders instead.

"Was having feelings for me really that scary?" Sunghoon couldn't help but murmur against your shoulder as he left timid kisses against your collarbones, breathy moans leaving his throat.

"Sunghoon-"

"You know I haven't kissed your mouth the entire time." He started, stilling his hips as he stared at you with heartache.

"That's something only couples do after all."

“And we’re not that now are we?” He whispered against your lips, his hips picking back up their pace. Your nails started digging into his pale skin as you felt something tighten in your lower belly.

“Hoonie, I’m sorry I…..” you trailed off as his lips connected to your neck, warm tongue flicking against your sensitive skin.

“Mmm, I know you are,” he panted against your lips, speeding up his pace until your eyes were going out of focus.

“That’s why I have to make you mine, both inside and out, so you won’t forget,” he warned, pressing down on your lower belly where his member was.

“Wait don’t press down that feels weird,” you rushed out, your back arching as he pressed down even more.

“Sorry bunny, I just want you to know where exactly I’m gonna mark you as mine.” He leaned in closer, the mischievous glint in his eyes back.

“Do you want me to mark your mouth as mine princess?”

You swallowed thickly and nodded as you felt your knot only get tighter, your toes curling as you sunk deeper into pleasure you knew only he could give you.

Sunghoon bent down and kissed your cheek, reaching for your hands again so he could squeeze them, three times.

“Are you sure?”

“P-positive.”

His tongue slid into your mouth and felt yourself melt against the feeling as he took control, setting the pace as something fervent as his hips got faster, whines and whimper causing his lips to vibrate.

“You're starting to tighten around me bunny, you wanted me to kiss you that badly," Sunghoon panted as he slid his tongue back into your mouth thus not giving you enough time to answer.

His hand slithered between your body and rubbed down on your swollen bud, your mouth going slack against his tongue as you felt your walls start to pulse and tighten.

"Mmm, s'close," you gasped out, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Sunghoon kissed your nose and your ears, a firm but gentle "look at me" filling your eyes as you felt yourself on the edge.

"Keeping looking at me bunny, I wanna see your face when I mark you as mine."

As if you're body was under his spell that knot snapped and you felt warm liquid coat your sticky walls as you uncontrollably shook in his grip, nails leaving red marks on his alabaster skin.

"There we go, that's my good little bunny, so obedient for me," he couldn't help but coo as he continued to move his hips, the overstimulation worth it if he meant he got to fill your tummy with his seed...

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Sunghoon was jolted when he heard your phone buzzing on his nightstand, the sound only causing you to stir as he reached over to see who it was.

Boyfriend

Tsking he carefully got out of his bed so he didn't wake your sleeping form, stepping outside onto the balcony where he couldn't be heard.

"Hello?" Sunghoon answered with a saccharine sweet tone, unable to hide his grin.

He heard your boyfriend go silent in confusion as to why his voice was the one that answered and not yours, a passive "hello" leaving him in respond.

"So why are you picking up the phone and not my girlfriend?"

Sunghoon laughed sarcastically as he stared out into a marigold sunset, running his hand through his hair.

"She's is your girlfriend, correct. Or rather, she used to be," Sunghoon informed him gleefully, ending the call before the other male could respond and walking back in.

He carefully set your phone on the nightstand and kissed your forehead, the light sensor causing you to stir and sleepily open your eyes.

"Don't worry bunny you can go back to bed. Everything is alll taken care of."

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A/N: Darlings did you guys like this one? Don't be shy and tell me what you think please as usual you guys always give me the most anons and comments so I continue to spoil yall~ >_<

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Hiii! I love your works. If you could, could you write jealously arisu smut? It can be pre borderlands or during the borderlands. Ty have a great rest of your day!

Jealous, Jealous Girl

requested: yes pairing(s): ryohei arisu x afab!reader, slight mention of arisu playing games with another girl genre: smut warning(s): mentions of silent treatment (reader's behalf), mentions of another girl flirting with arisu and he doesnt shut her down, mentions of the girl giving sexual comments towards arisu, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex (wrap it), cowgirl, dom!arisu to (slight) dom!reader, orgasm denial, reader is generally really mean in this summary: 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮... word count: 2k a/n: I love this man so much and it's not every day I see a smut with him, so thank you so much for requesting!! have a brilliant rest of your day too my love. Remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla

you were annoyed.

annoyed, jealous, infuriated, all of the sorts.

arisu was beginning to play games with a girl. usually, you wouldn’t be as bothered as you were because he always told you the girls he played with either had boyfriends, were lesbian, or definitely weren’t interested in him.

he had told this girl that you and him were together. he had said multiple times and shut her down whenever her comments got a tad bit too uncomfortable, but the bitch never got the hint. she kept flirting with him.

usually you had a fine, level-headed temper, but now you were beginning to wonder if you were going to be able to hold in your anger because of this girl. you had even sometimes been in the room while she was very obviously flirting with your boyfriend. you knew arisu would never stoop so low as to cheat on you, but now that he wasn’t trying to get her to stop with the flirting, you were beginning to challenge your judgement.

you were sat on arisu’s bed as he played his games, as per usual. his dad and brother were both out at work, and the two of you were chilling after a long make-out session. you heard the sound that someone had joined his game, and then you heard the voice. her voice.

it sounded like nails on a chalkboard to you, but you kept yourself in check and level-headed.

you tried. you really did. but the girl was flirting again, and arisu was too focused on the game to even care. you cared, you cared a whole lot. you turned over in bed and continued scrolling through your phone. since arisu’s desk was right next to his bed, he placed a hand on your hip for a couple of seconds before bringing it back to his game. you paid no attention.

it was around half an hour later, arisu had finished his game and you were still laying there, ignoring him. it did make you feel a little better that he wasn’t talking to her and ignoring her whenever she flirted with him, but it still annoyed you that he didn’t stop her, especially when the comments were starting to get a bit more sexual.

he put one knee on the bed, it dipped and he leaned over you to press a kiss to your temple.

“you want something to eat?” he mumbles against your skin, you said nothing in return, only continuing to scroll through your phone. you didn’t move away from the kiss though. but arisu did look a bit confused. “baby? did you hear me?” he asked, moving your hair away from your ear, supposing you had headphones in, you didn’t.

when he found out you didn’t, he stood back up from the bed and watched as you ignored him, scrolling and scrolling. you heard him pad out the room, probably going down to the kitchen and making some dinner.

you were right when you saw him come back with two pots of instant noodles. he was holding your favourite flavour, probably with cheese in it since you liked it that way. you glanced at him before going back to your phone, yet again. he held out the pot to you, which you ignored. it smelled good, but you had to ignore it or there would be no point in this. you did think you were going a bit too far, but you wanted to teach him a lesson.

he ate his dinner at his desk, staring between the pot he had put on the edge of the desk, hoping you would turn around and eat something with him, but when he was finished and you still hadn’t eaten anything, he got confused.

he got so confused that the poor guy didn’t know what to do, so he tried a different approach that he knew would get you to at least acknowledge him.

he climbed onto the bed behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back into his chest. you didn’t fight, nor did you move away from him when he did. arisu got even more confused as you still did nothing, so he put his face into your neck and left hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck. you didn’t move, but it tickled so you squirmed a little. you felt him smile against your neck.

“so she acknowledges my kisses but not my five star meal i made or my words?” you still ignore him, stifling a smile that came onto your lips. he sighed when he got no response “guess i’ll have to make you respond then” he said softly into your neck.

you barely registered his hand trailing down from your waist. it trailed over the bare skin of your side, you were wearing a crop-top that barely went past your belly-button, then you had low-waisted jeans. his fingers ignited a trail of fire as they continued downwards, slipping to your front and continuing down from your belly-button.

his other hand that was underneath you helped him with the zipper and button that was keeping your trousers together. he was still leaving kisses down your neck, occasionally sucking and biting as he did so. you bit back a moan.

you tried to focus on your phone, you really did, but it was slipping out of your hand as arisu’s hand was slipping into your trousers in order to take them down. you subconsciously lifted your hips slightly and let arisu take your trousers down.

you almost let a whimper slip past your lips when he ran his index fingers over your clothed pussy. he smirked against your neck when he felt the growing wet patch staining the centre of them. if you didn’t remind yourself why you were mad at him and not talking to him, you would already be moaning around his fingers.

you honestly couldn’t help the way your hips bucked up when he slipped a hand in your panties and ran a slender finger through your folds, gathering your wetness but stopping and removing his hand when he was about to touch your clit. you let out an audible whine at this, and he smirked against your neck.

“tell me how much you want it and maybe i’ll consider giving it to you” he hummed against your skin. you shivered at the feeling, but decided not to give in just yet, so you grabbed his hand and held it in-between your legs before you rocked your hips against it, he laughed and pulled his hand back. “cheeky, you’re gonna have to use your words, not your actions, baby” you whined again.

“please, just make me fucking come” you said, slightly angrily. he laughs again.

“gonna have to be nicer than that, baby” he coos in your ear, you shivered again as his fingers trailed up and down your bare thigh.

“please” you practically whimper.

“good girl” you felt arisu smile and he left one more kiss to your neck before slipping his hand back into your panties.

he looked down and when he saw that you were wearing his favourite panties, he groaned. he then hooked his finger through the waist before he slid your panties down your thighs, you helped him and when your panties were fully off, he slid his hand back up and in-between your thighs. he smirked when you whimpered  as he ran his middle fingers, this time not stopping when his finger slid past your clit, making your hips twitch forwards.

his right hand pulled your thighs apart, slipping his fingers through your folds and teasing your hole, his left hand went to your clit and began circling it. his middle finger eventually pushed inside of your pulsing hole, curling and thrusting. the pleasure was almost unbearable, your hips were starting to move away from his hands. he had to wrap a leg around your hips and pull you back.

his fingers were long and slender which provided you more pleasure than what you could bring yourself, and they made you come long and hard, better than what you could ever do. after all, you were already close, feeling the knot form in your stomach. you were moaning uncontrollably, hips bucking from the stimulation you were getting. arisu held you there, not letting up on his ministrations.

“gonna come- fuck” you whimper, “arisu- gonna come” you warn him. he didn’t seem to care and kept going, or that was what you thought.

seconds later, you were right on the brink of pure ecstasy when arisu took both of his hands back, sucking his fingers clean from your juices before sitting up straight.

“what the fuck was that for?” you almost yell, sitting up next to him.

“you ignore me when i talk to you and make food for you, i ignore your needs to come” he replies with a shrug, “however, if you want to come, you have to earn it for yourself” he says, and when you begin to question him, he looks down at his lap. his cock was hard, showing through his shorts.

you swallow thickly and take your top off, followed shortly by your bra. you then turned to him and undid the strings on his shorts, taking his underwear off with them before taking his shirt off.

you then straddled him, arisu shook his head with a smile at your eagerness. he placed his hands on your hips. you lifted your hips slightly to line his cock up with your hole before sinking down slowly. your mouth fell open in a loud moan, your hands pressed against his shoulders. arisu groaned as you sunk fully down, waiting for you to adjust to him before he helped you to move via his hands on your hips.

you whined and pressed your face into his shoulder when you began to move, the tip of his cock nudging against your g-spot with every bounce. your thighs could get tired very fast, so he began to help you again when he noticed you beginning to get tired.

that was until you sat down fully, not bouncing but instead moving your hips in circular motions. arisu’s groans were getting louder, as were your moans.

“play with your clit” he tells you, your hand trailed down your body and began to circle your clit. the newfound stimulation made your back arch and head fall back, mouth wide open in a silent moan. you were so full and your clit getting stimulation was almost sending you over the edge.

arisu could feel your walls clenching around his cock, making him groan and rut up into you.

you were moaning his name over and over, the knot in your stomach beginning to tighten and juices from your pussy were leaking down his balls to his bed, making a dark patch.

“gonna let me come inside of you, hm?” arisu hummed, holding your hips as he slammed up into you, your moans were so loud even to yourself that you barely heard him.

“yes” you moan “please come inside of me” you were so close that one more thrust would send you over the edge. and it did.

you threw your head back and choked out a moan as liquid spilled from your pussy, going all over his abdomen and bed. arisu felt you clench around you tighter than you ever had before and he came too with a loud groan, his hands on your hips would probably leave marks.

“you still jealous?” he asks.

“how did you-“ you were confused, he wasn’t that observant, was he?

“i know you” he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, you lean into his touch. “you don’t need to be jealous, i find her annoying too, but shes a good player. lets get you in the bath”

you both sat in the bath a few minutes later, arisu feeding you the noodles that had been discarded on his desk.

[blue-jisungs]

tattoo kisses

[ axe’s memo ! ] guys im so down bad for him it’s literally insane ?? also my first attempt at writing hickeys ig … hope u don’t die of cringe 😔 but my mother @l3visbby said issok so it shall be !!! thank u for proofreading mwah mwah

[ warnings ! ] suggestive.

[ word count ! ] +- 1k

the weather was absolutely horrendous today. you and hanbin wanted to have an outdoor date but the sun caused you two just to melt and become one with the bed. fans on, windows open, iced beverages refilled every twenty minutes.

it was so hot you barely left the bed, kicking around the sheets and all the plushies. you were reading a book and your boyfriend was scrolling through tiktok. a random playlist of yours filled his room with a soothing sound, only accompanied by the faint buzzing fans. but slowly your attention reached zero, his white tank top more interesting that whatever was taking place on the pages.

the piece of clothing revealed not only his arms but also neck and, your favorite part of his body, collar bones. and the tattoo adorning the spot a little below them.

you sighed and tried to act normal, ignoring the way his hair got stuck to his forehead.

hanbin suddenly looked up and met your eyes. you tried to keep your cool and returned to your book. but before you realized, he was chuckling and putting away his phone.

“do you want some ice cream? or something cold to drink?” he asked softly, voice low and calm. you shook your head no.

hanbin scanned your face and rolled over to your side. he accidentally nudged your arm that was holding the book, causing it to drop onto the mattress.

“good because i didn’t actually feel like standing up” he grinned and looked up at your profile before grabbing his phone again. now he was just closer to you. one of his arms went to rest under his head, flexing the muscles.

another sigh left your lips upon eyeing his tattoo.

“it’s so hot…” you mumbled and put the book on the nightstand, shaking your head.

hanbin just hummed lazily in agreement, eyes glued to his screen watching some hamster content. you bit the inside of your cheek and suddenly turned. he thought you were just shuffling around to fix your position but was taken aback when you straddled him.

“nooo, get off, it’s so hooot…” he whined, trying to act offended but fell silent when he felt your hands creep up his sides.

hanbin didn’t even notice when his phone fell out of his hand, focused on your touch. you, on the other hand, didn’t know what possessed you. you looked at his face, flashing him a small smile.

“want me to stop?” you teased, leaning closer to his face. the necklace you had on, which was gifted by him on your 1st anniversary, dangled in hanbin’s face. his eyes focused on it and then flickered to your lips.

raising his upper body, he planted a quick kiss and you felt his smile imprinting against your lips.

“take that as a no” he answered and laid back down, relaxing. his face expression was just full of smugness and you were more than determined to make him flustered.

so you rested your palms flat on his chest, placing painfully slow kisses on his jaw. then, you gradually moved to his neck, not missing a single spot. placing tender kisses on his skin, nibbling occasionally.

“ah, i think i know now what’s on your mind” hanbin chuckled, putting his other hand to rest under his head.

you just shook your head and nuzzled it against his neck, smiling. his hands traveled to your hips, giving them a soft squeeze.

“you were more interesting than the book. take that as a complement” you teased and finally reached his collarbones. placing a tender peck on each clavicle, you backed away and looked him in the eye. the playful smirk was still there.

“i’m not complaining, baby” hanbin hummed. sure, you had kissed and made out plenty of times. or you have also traced his tattoos before. but you never kissed it yet, nor…

hanbin saw the evil spark glinting in your e/c eye and frowned, intrigued.

you leaned in again and first blew some air on his tattoo tauntingly. with a corner of your eye you noticed the goosebumps appearing on his skin. with a smirk, you leaned in and gently kissed the sun, the star, the moon. you felt how his breath hitched and you used that opportunity to press your lips firmly to his skin, also gently biting down. hanbin felt your soft lips and the way your hair almost feather-lightly tickled his exposed skin. when you stopped, only to place a delicate kiss on the sensitive spot, his grip on your hips tightened.

hanbin leaned his head slightly back when he saw you ducking down to his collarbones again. the feeling of your smile against his skin made his heart skip a beat; now he wasn’t sure if the sweating was just the outside heat.

when you leaned away, at first hanbin didn’t even realize. his mind was hazy, unable to focus. only when the emptiness on his collarbones hit him, you were already kissing your way back up to his lips. occasionally nibbling against the previous spots you marked, your hands also slid up and gently grabbed his hot neck. literally hot, warmth radiating off it. then, your eyes met his… and his cheeks glowing with red shade. his pupils blown wide, lips slightly parted and puffed from biting down. and definitely no more track of that shit-eating smirk he had before.

and with a passionate kiss on his plump lips, you were done.

only when you had to breathe for some air, you leaned away and stood up.

“do you want some iced water? you must be thirsty” you grinned and before he could answer, brain taking too long to think of a comeback, you were already off to grab some for him.

and hanbin blinked slowly, his collarbones adorned with colorful love bites.

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The Kind of Girl You Take Home - Part 3

➪the one where bradley can’t get enough of you after making things official.

Warnings: 18+, smut, fluff, unprotected sex, pda, swearing, fingering, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, pain kink, sex tape (kinda), dirty talk to the max, small breeding kink, age gap, bradley is even more whipped for you, here is a part 3 no one asked for mwah

Word Count: 8.2k | Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

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“It’s not too late to turn back around and apologize for ditching them later, you know,” Bradley said as he parked the Bronco in the beach parking lot. “I’m sure they won’t miss us if we were to leave right now.”

You roll your eyes and unbuckle your seatbelt. “Not a chance,” you reply and lean over the center console so you can grip his shoulders. “You’re leaving for two months soon, everyone wants to see you before your deployment.”

Bradley sighed but quickly lightened up when you leaned further in and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. When you pulled away far too soon for his liking, he placed his hands on either side of your face and guided you back into another, much longer kiss. He groaned as he deepened it, one hand sliding down to grip your waist through your thin tank top. “Come on, baby, let’s just go home,” he nearly begged and you laughed as you pulled away from him. 

“No, Bradley,” you say and place your palm flat against his mouth when he tries to kiss you again. “A few hours with your friends won’t kill you, then after that we’ll leave.” 

“We’ll stay for two hours, max,” he told you as he opened the door and took your hand in his when you met him around the front of the Bronco. “Then I’m taking you home.”

“Bradley,” you warned as he led you down towards the sand. 

“What? We’ll see them later at the Hard Deck, anyway,” he waved off your eye roll as he pulled you along with him. “They don’t need to take away any more of my alone time with you today.”

You shake your head and hold back a smile as you finally make it down to the beach. As soon as your feet touched the sand you were lifted off the ground and spun around. Your hand slipped from Bradley’s and you grip Jake’s shoulders as he embraces you, laughing as he wraps his arms around your middle. “Hey, sweetheart,” he grinned up at you. “Missed you.”

He sets you down and winks up at your boyfriend when Bradley gives him an unimpressed look. “You saw me a few days ago,” you pointed out and Jake just shrugged. 

“I used to see you a lot more than that,” he responded as he backed away from you. “I can’t believe Rooster stole you from me twice now.”

“Seresin,” Bradley muttered as he pulled you back into his side. 

“Bradshaw,” the blond said back before grinning at you again and walking towards the group of aviators that were further down the beach. 

The two men still weren’t on the best terms after the quick bar brawl that occurred at the Hard Deck a mere three months ago. Sure, they spoke to each other while at work, but outside of work they avoided each other even more than before. They were somewhat friends back when Jake introduced you to Bradley, and had grown a bit close during the five months you two were unofficially together, but after Bradley fucked it up with you, Jake had completely shut down any chance of a proper friendship forming between the two of them. 

It was unfortunate, as you and Jake are very close and now it was no secret that you and Bradley were head over heels for each other. Bradley wanted to try and mend the broken friendship between him and Jake just for you to be reassured that the two most important men in your life weren’t at each other’s throats whenever you aren’t around, but Jake never gave him the time of day. 

Three months of that and it really pissed Bradley off, enough to the point where he stopped trying and now just accepted that the brief encounters he had with the other aviator at work and at the Hard Deck would be all that would happen between them. 

“Fucking Hangman,” he muttered as he glared at Jake’s retreating form through his aviators. He was dreading this next deployment, simply because Jake will be there with him, and because he’ll be away from you.

“Hey,” you scold as you deliver a gentle nudge to his ribs with your elbow. He caught it in his hand and pulled your body back to his, capturing your lips in another searing kiss. Your words die on your tongue when he tugs you forward until your chest is pressed right up against his and your hands slide upwards to grip his biceps. 

“God, I wanna take you home so badly right now,” he mumbled against your mouth before kissing you again. 

“Hey, Rooster! Give the poor girl a break, man, and get over here. We’re just about to start another round of dogfight football,” Fanboy called out from his spot near the water. 

You pull away with a teasing smirk, patting him on his chest as you back away. “Ooh, sounds fun,” 

Bradley’s hands fall from their place on your hips and he bites down on his lip as you walk towards where Nat is sitting. He watches as you bend down and place your towel next to hers, not even giving him a second glance as you fall into a conversation with her. 

“Bradshaw, let’s go, man, she’ll still be there after the game,” Payback yells over the chatter of the group. 

Both you and Nat smirk at Bradley and he curses under his breath as he pulls off his white tee and tosses it at you. You catch it with a surprised laugh and stuff it into the tote bag you brought.

Bradley joins in on the game and ends up covered in sand and had initiated more than one dogpile during the thirty minutes he participated in. You chatted with Nat the whole time, but you couldn’t really be blamed for not being able to take your eyes off your extremely attractive and fit boyfriend. 

You had to refrain from moaning at the sight of him when you were right next to his best friend, and that was a hard task in itself. Bradley caught your eye every once in a while and sent you a smirk every time. The urge to not jump on him in the middle of the game was even harder to resist. 

When the sun loomed higher in the sky and heated up the whole beach, you decided to rid yourself of your tank top and jean shorts. After shoving them in your bag as well you settle back down against your towel just as you hear Fanboy yell, “Come on, Bradshaw, we were winning! Where are you even going?” 

That made you look up and watch as Bradley begins to splash water on himself to wash away the sand from his body. You bite your lip harshly as you take in his wet skin and heat up from both the sun and the way Nat laughs from her spot next to you. 

Once he is decently cleaned from both the sand and sweat, Bradley walks right past the group of guys and heads in your direction. “Alright, we lost Rooster,” Fanboy announced as he turned back towards the others. “Round three? Phoenix, you want in on this one?”

Nat sprung up instantly and took Bradley’s place, slapping him on the shoulder as she passed him. “Nice job at keeping your hands to yourself for over five minutes, Bradley,” she joked and he barely gave her an eye roll before he was towering over you and blocking the sun from your eyes. 

You gaze up at him with a teasing smile. “Oh, hey,” you greet. “All done with the game?”

He grunts and moves so he’s sitting next to you on the towel. “Yeah,”

“That’s too bad,” you pout as you move over to make more room for him, but he just slides closer to you. “I was enjoying the free entertainment.”

“You’re the reason it ended early,” he said and you scoffed. 

“As if,” you laughed. “You were busy beating Jake and Coyote and then the next second you’re quitting and walking towards me.”

He gives you a pointed look before raking his eyes up and down your body in an obvious nod as to why he stopped the game early. “Because you look like this,” 

You glanced down at your red two piece and shrugged. “You’ve seen me in less than this, Bradley,” 

“I know,” he rasped, moving even closer to you until his cold side was pressed to yours. You weren’t sure what caused you to shiver, his cool skin or the fact that he couldn’t seem to stay away from you today. “But you look so hot right now. It’s making me jealous that the rest of the guys get to see you like this.”

“God, you’re clingy,” you complain in a lighthearted tone and push him away from you, but it might as well have been a light tap as he barely moved an inch. 

“I told you that you’d become sick of me,” he smirked. “Just living up to my end of the deal.”

Before you could reply with a smart remark, he was closing the distance and kissing you hard. His aviators pressed uncomfortably against your nose and you pulled away and tugged them off his face before kissing him again.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he muttered as he kissed you deeply. 

When he tries to pull you onto his lap you pull away and push at his shoulders. “No, you’re cold,” 

“Then come in the water with me,” he suggested with a boyish grin. 

“You’re wearing those in the water?” You nodded at his denim shorts as he stood up and held his hand out to you. 

“Yeah, why not?” He asked as he pulled you to your feet. You placed his aviators over your own eyes as you looked up at him, lacing your fingers with his. “Would you rather me wear nothing at all?”

“Always,” you answer right away and he just smirks at you. “Let me get in at my own pace, Bradley.”

He hummed as he led you towards the water, and his lack of reply had you raising a brow. 

“I’m serious,” when he glanced down at you and didn’t bother hiding his look of mischief, you stopped walking and begin to pull on his hand. “Don’t bother.”

But you were kidding yourself if you thought your strength could match his. Within seconds he had picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, making you yell out as you caught his aviators before they fell from your face. 

“Bradley! Stop!” You nearly scream as he makes his way towards the water. “Please!”

Your pleads fell on deaf ears as he carried you closer to the water and the others were no help as they watched with grins at your misfortune. Even Jake wore a small smirk as Bradley grabbed his aviators from your hand and dropped them onto the sand without a care in the world. “They won’t help you, sweet girl,” Bradley said in a mocking tone.

“Bradley, I swear-” but you weren’t able to finish your warning before he was in the water with you still over his shoulder. You squeal loudly when you feel the cold splashes against your bare skin, and you briefly wonder how he was able to walk into the small waves as if they weren’t cold at all. “Oh, my God! Bradley.”

You were still pleading with him to stop, even as he was at waist level with the water. A few seconds later he was throwing your body into the cold water and you were met with his grinning face when you resurfaced. 

Glaring up at him, you shiver instantly as you stand in front of him. “Stupid ass,” you mutter and splash him when he just laughed loudly at your insult. 

He caught your hand when you went to splash him again and pulled your body against his. Instead of immediately pulling away from him you wrap your arms around his waist as his body is still somehow warm, even in the water. 

You cling onto his warmth as the water splashes around your bodies, his heated skin soothing yours. 

The others went back to the game after watching you get helplessly thrown into the water, so it just felt like you and Bradley at the moment. “I’m sorry,” he murmured in your ear as he held you. “But now you look even hotter.”

You shake your head and nuzzle closer to him. “Whatever helps you sleep at night,” 

“You help me sleep at night,” he replied and you smiled up at him. “I don’t know how I’m going to get through the next two months without you.”

“At least you’ll have Jake,” you offer and laugh at the emotionless look he gave you. “We’re swapping best friends for this one. Nat and I already have so many girl days planned, we’ll hardly realize you’re not here.”

Bradley scoffed. “Yeah, right,” he says. “You’ll know I’m gone when you’re trying to get yourself off without me there to do it for you.”

You gasp and look around as if you and he weren’t surrounded by water and way more than a couple of meters away from the shore. “You can’t say that to me,” you whine quietly. “Especially not in public.”

“You started it, sweet girl,” he shrugged as he gripped your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist under the water. 

You throw your arms around his neck and press a soft kiss to his lips. “I will think about you every second of every day until you come home,” you tell him and hug him a bit tighter. “I won’t be able to sleep without you, either.”

He smiled at you and kissed you again, lifting one hand from your hip to caress the side of your face. “Good to know you still want me,” 

“I will always want you,” you promise and press a kiss to his cheek and then another one to the skin just below his ear. “Tell you what, we’ll stay another hour here and then you can take me home and let me show you just how much I’ll miss you.”

Bradley pretty much spent the next hour in the water, even well after you made your way back to the shore. Your words, of course, went right through him and caused him to become hard, even in freezing cold water. 

You willingly went with him when he finally got out and pulled you along the trail back to the Bronco after a brief goodbye to everyone else. 

The whole ride back home he had his left hand tightly gripping the steering wheel while his right one touched every part of you that it could. You were both so needy for each other and it was evident by the way he barely had the car in park before he was tugging you inside and pushing you up against the closed front door. 

His lips captured yours in a searing kiss as his hands gripped the backs of your thighs. He lifted you up as if you weighed nothing at all and pressed you harder against the wood, his bare chest pressed to your semi covered one. You had both passed on the idea of putting your shirts back on and left them in your bag that was still in his backseat. You had only managed to slip your shorts back on by the time he had pulled you up from the towel and led you back to the Bronco, but even those you had failed to zip up and button as Bradley was far too impatient. 

He pulled you away from the door and carried you down the hall to his room. It was a trip he had made countless times before, and he seriously couldn’t believe he had almost let you slip away because of his commitment issues. 

When he made the short walk to his bedroom by himself not too long ago after he returned home from his deployment, he felt so bad about himself and hated how he treated you. He hated not seeing your things in there and he hated sleeping alone, even if it was just for one night and he was drunk. 

To think that it was no longer just his bedroom, but one he shared with you… the thought had his head swirling with need for you. Taking you to bed just felt so much better now, and while he would never forgive himself for how he acted towards you, he couldn’t be more grateful for the outcome of it all. 

His shorts were still damp as he pressed his body against yours after laying you down in the middle of the bed. You didn’t care as he pressed kisses all along your shoulders and neck. “Bradley,” you moaned. 

“I’m going to miss that sound,” he rasped as he sucked a mark onto the base of your throat. “Gonna miss you so much.” 

He would probably miss you more than last time, seeing as he wasn’t sure if he had a chance with you after what he did. Now that he knew you would be here when he got back, he knew he would miss you twice as much. Especially since he would be returning to a home filled with both yours and his things. 

“Just come back to me,” you whispered as he trailed kisses down your chest until his lips were pressed against the skin above your shorts. “That’s all I ask of you, Bradley.”

“You know I can’t promise you that, baby,” he murmured as he pulled the denim down your legs and dropped them to the floor. You whine softly, both from the feeling of his kisses on your inner thighs and from his words you knew were honest and true. You couldn’t ask him to promise to always come home, and you understood that, but it didn’t make it any easier. “But I can promise to always give it my all and to do everything I can to get back to you. I’ll do that every time. I always will.”

He tugs your red bikini bottoms down and drops them to the floor as well before you’re pulling him back up by his biceps. “Then that’s more than enough for me,” you promise and kiss him deeply. One of his hands slips down and his middle finger begins to gently rub circles onto your clit, making you moan against his mouth and pull him closer. “I love you so much, Bradley.”

His middle and index fingers run up and down your folds before slowly slipping inside. “I love you, sweet girl,” he murmurs and presses a kiss to the love bite he had given you on your neck. “I always have.” 

Bradley kisses all over your chest and nudges your nipples through the thin fabric of your bikini top with his nose. You whine quietly at the feeling and run your hands through his hair, bucking your hips up in time with the gentle thrusts of his hand. 

“I always will,” he continues and you squeeze your eyes shut tightly. 

“Bradley,” you gasp when he uses his free hand to push up your flimsy top in order to wrap his lips around your hardening peaks. You take it upon yourself to arch your back and reach around to pull the string of the top, tossing it onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor. 

With your body completely bare, Bradley grunts deeply as he gently tugs on your nipple with his teeth, taking in the way your hands moved to cling to his biceps. 

You were beyond soaked for him at this point and it could be heard with every fuck of his hand, and the sound only spurred him on. He still couldn’t believe that he had managed to get you back and that you still want him as much as he wants you. 

His mouth travels downwards again and places kisses to various parts of your body before settling on your clit. You moan loudly and tug on his hair as his lips suck gently on your nerves in time with the movement of his hand. He curls his fingers inside you and the small pinch has you clenching tightly around him, your walls sucking his digits even deeper. 

“Feels good?” He asks, knowing damn well that he was skilled with his mouth and fingers. 

You still give in, though. “Fuck yes, Bradley, feels so good,” 

He smirks against you before speeding up the pace of his hand and fucking his fingers into you. Keeping his mouth on your core, Bradley tilts his head back a bit and you knew right away what he was trying to get you to do without him needing to say it. 

You tangle your fingers in his hair and tug a bit harder than before, feeling him hum in appreciation against your clit. “That’s it, baby,” he praised and kissed your inner thighs. “You know me so well, huh?”

“You’re mine,” was all you managed to get out, and the prideful grin he gave you had your legs trying to squeeze shut around his head. 

“That’s right, sweet girl,” he agreed and leaned back down to your throbbing clit. “Now come on my fingers.”

“Fuck, I want to so bad,” you whine, out of breath from the pressure that was steadily building deep within you. “Want you to make me come.”

“I’ll get you off, baby,” he promised, smirking up at you. “Like I always do.”

“God,” you gasp as the coil snaps a bit unexpectedly. You had been turned on since he took his shirt off at the beach all those hours ago, so it wasn’t too much of a surprise that you didn’t last very long. “Fuck, Bradley, fuck.” 

He kissed the skin of your stomach as he slowly fucked you through your high, breathy praises leaving his lips as he stared up at you. “Good girl,” he murmured, placing an open mouthed kiss to your ribcage before hovering back over you. “My good fucking girl.”

You moan against his mouth when he kisses you hard, his mustache pricking the skin above your upper lip in the best way. “Bradley, please,” you beg against his lips. “Please, fuck me. I need it.”

He groaned loudly and pulled away so he could unzip his shorts. He practically throws them to the floor before he’s back on top of you, his mouth kissing all over your collarbones and shoulders. “I need it, too,” he confessed, settling in between your legs and teasing your wet folds with his tip. “I need you all the time. Gonna think about you every fucking second I’m gone.”

You whimper at both his promise and the sensitivity that shot through you at the feeling of his dick grazing your swollen clit. 

Your lips were puffy as his met them in a searing kiss before slipping inside you with a sharp thrust. Moaning against his mouth, you wrap your legs tightly around him and grip either side of his face in an attempt to get him impossibly closer to you.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he grunts, fucking into you at a steady pace. “Still so tight for me, no matter how many times I fuck you.”

Your eyes blur for a second as you take in his words, and as your walls take him in general. “All for you,” you weakly murmur. 

“All for me,” he repeated, rocking his hips against yours at a bruising pace. “All mine.”

He pressed his lips to the base of your throat and sucked another mark there, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to cover it up before heading over to the Hard Deck in a couple hours. 

Even though damn near everyone knew that you were his, Bradley still loved seeing the physical proof of it. 

Your needy whines spurred him on and made him want to please you in every single way he could. He kissed all over your shoulders and reached one hand down to grip your thigh as he wrapped your leg tighter around him. “I wanna stay here with you forever,” he rasped. “Just like this.”

“You can,” you manage to say as he fucked into you so good. “I’ll be here when you come back, Bradley. Always. I’m yours.”

Bradley grunted deeply, hiking your leg up higher. “You always know just what to say to me, sweet girl,” he commented as he slowed down a bit to prolong this as much as he could.

Yeah, you and he would need to get ready to go to the Hard Deck soon, but he would put a night like this with you over getting drunk with his friends anyday. 

He wasn’t in a rush, wasn’t fucking you quick and hard to ensure you weren’t late arriving to the bar like always. He was taking his time, loving on you in all the ways he would miss out on for the next two months after this. 

Your walls noisily suck him in deeper, your previous orgasm providing him with all he needed to fuck into you hard and slow. Bradley’s eyes trail downwards, skimming past the two hickeys on your throat so he can watch the way he disappeared in you. “Fuck, look at that,” he said, more to himself. “Taking me so well, aren’t you?”

You moan and arch your back a bit, scraping your nails down his biceps.

He grunted at the sting. “There you go, baby,” he praised, cursing under his breath when he felt you clench down tightly around him. “Fucking claw me, give me something to remember you by for the next two months.” 

“Bradley,” you cry out, wrapping your arms around him and digging your nails into the skin of his back.

He grinned at you, nudging your nose with his. “You were made for me,” he muttered, bracing both of his forearms on either side of your head. “Just for me.”

“Just for you,” you agreed breathlessly.

Bradley groaned at how submissive and responsive you always got when he fucked you like this. With each drag of him against your tight walls you were slowly losing yourself to the blinding pleasure that came with being filled so well. “I need more than just your scratches,” he concluded, watching the way his dick became more coated with your wetness each time he pulled out of you. “You should let me take a picture.”

You whimpered, leaning up to kiss along his neck. “Do it,” you encouraged his sinful idea with a teasing smirk. 

He pulled away from your body with a deep groan as he reached for his phone. Keeping himself still buried within you, he points the camera downwards until it’s focused on your wet core. 

He only was able to take one photo before you were giving him another idea. “Take a video, Bradley,” you purred, pushing on his shoulders. “Record how good you fuck me.”

Bradley exhaled harshly through his nose as he moved so he’s kneeling on the bed, your thighs spread wide and revealing your sopping entrance. He places one hand on your hip as he sits back and hits record, giving your drenched heat a slow fuck of his hips. 

His fingers dig into your skin as he begins to thrust into you again, his eyes fixated on the screen of his phone as it captured the dirty act in top tier quality. “Look how wet you are, baby,” he comments as both you and him glisten as the lights reflect off your wetness. “Feel it?”

“Yes,” you answer and reach a hand out to wrap around the wrist of his that wasn’t holding the phone. “Feels so good, Bradley.”

He grunts as he gives another quick thrust, looking away from the camera and at the way your breasts bounced from the rough movement. “Say my name again,” he demands in his deep voice. 

You moan as you comply, “Bradley,”

“Again, baby,” he requests, nearly dropping the phone when you tighten around him once more. “Who’s fucking you so good right now?” 

“You,” you practically cry out. “You, Bradley.”

He moves his hand from your hip so his thumb can rub against your throbbing and sensitive clit, watching as your whole body shudders. “That’s right, sweet girl,” he muttered and couldn’t wait to watch this video once he stopped recording it. He knew he would be watching it on a nightly basis once he was stuck on that damn carrier for eight weeks. 

“Bradley,” you gasped and reached for him. “Touch me, please.”

At the sound of your begs, he doesn’t bother stopping the recording when he drops his phone onto the bed next to you. He hovers over you and starts fucking into you harder than before, knowing that it wouldn’t be visible in the video, but your sweet sounds would definitely be heard. He could handle having to picture your body in his mind as long as he got to hear the sounds you only made for him. 

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and bury your hands in his hair. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” you warned in a highpitched voice. 

“I want it,” he nearly begs as he holds himself above you by his elbows. “Want you to come all over me, wanna feel it.”

“Oh, fuck,” you cry out and pull harshly on his hair as you come. “Fuck.”

Bradley locked his jaw as he held back his own orgasm, still roughly fucking into you as you try to come down from your high. “Good girl,” he said sweetly and your head spun as you weakly reached for his phone. 

You grab it and angle it so the camera is capturing the image of him continuing to rock into you. You whimper at the sensitivity and open your legs wider so the video can really capture just how drenched you are for him. 

Bradley groaned loudly as he leaned down to kiss you. You kiss him back and take your eyes off the screen, now blindly recording him as he fucked you hard and deep. “Come for me, Bradley. Inside me,” you requested in a quiet voice when you pulled away. “Knock me up on camera.”

You were on the pill, but your words still went right through him. He gave a few more deep thrusts before he was spilling into you, his seed reaching the deepest part of you. 

He let out a throaty groan as he moved back so you can record the way his come spilled out of you when he pulled out. He took the phone from you so he could get a better angle, then nearly dropped it again when you reached down to swipe your finger through the mess. His phone followed your hand as you lifted it back up to your mouth and sucked the digit clean, giving the camera a sheepish smile afterwards. 

“Fuck, baby,” he rasped as he finally stopped the recording and dropped his phone back down onto the bed. “I don’t think I’ll be able to watch that when I know the real thing is waiting for me at home.”

You shrug and sit up, placing a kiss to his chest. “It will get you by while you’re away,” you murmur and lick a stripe up his neck. “I want you to think of me when you touch yourself.”

“There’s no one else I could ever think about,” he swore, wrapping his arm around your waist as you suck a mark on his shoulder. “Especially not after that.”

You grinned and leaned further up so you could kiss him. He deepens it by reaching up to angle your head for better access to your mouth. “We need to get ready,” you inform him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek as you crawl off the bed and wander into the bathroom. 

Bradley sighs deeply, running a hand through his messy hair as he picks up his phone. He debates on whether or not he should play the video now, just to see if it came out alright, but he knew it would just make him hard again, and he actually did want to see Nat before he left for two months. 

He ends up getting off the bed and dressing himself in jeans and a Hawaiian button up as he waits for you to emerge from the bathroom. When you do, he holds out one of his old tees to you. “Wear this tonight,” he suggests and you take it from him. 

“What,” you laugh as you slip the shirt over your head. “The two hickeys you gave me aren’t enough to show that I’m taken? I have to wear your clothes now?” You were just teasing as you both knew how much you loved wearing his shirts. 

“No,” he answered as he pulled you close to him. “I just like the way you look in my clothes.”

Truthfully, he wanted to erase the last time you wore his shirt to the Hard Deck. That was the last good night he spent with you before shattering your heart and nearly ruining everything you and he had. He wanted to replace that night with an even better one.

“Hm, okay,” you hum, leaning up to kiss him quickly before moving away to finish getting dressed. 

-

“There you are!” Nat called as she watched you and Bradley enter the Hard Deck hand in hand. “Took you guys long enough.”

Bradley smirked as he thought about why you and he were late again. “We were a bit busy,” he said and loved how the physical proof of what made you late was in a file on his phone that was in his pocket. 

“I don’t even want to know,” she cringed and began walking back towards the pool table. “Rooster, come over here and get your ass kicked in the next round.”

Bradley rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to your temple before standing on the opposite end of the table with Nat across from him. “That’s your specialty, not mine,” he grinned and looked over at you.

You smile and gesture towards the bar. “You want a beer?”

“Just one,” he answers and watches as you begin to make your way through the crowd of aviators. 

He was getting flashbacks to the last night he spent with you before his latest deployment, and he wanted to take you back home and promise you that he wasn’t going to make that same mistake again. 

“Jeez, Bradshaw, you can’t keep your eyes off her for more than a second, huh? It’s your turn,” Nat broke him out of his trance by poking him with the tip of her pool cue. “She’s wearing your shirt, I see.” She adds when he finally gets into position and lined up his shot. 

“You’re very observant, Nat,” he mumbled as he sank one of the solid colored balls. 

“I’m just saying,” she held her hands up as she walked around the table. “You seem happier this time around. I guess that comes with finally making things official.”

Bradley couldn’t stop the grin from forming on his face as he glanced over at you. Your arms were braced against the top of the bar as you waited for Penny to pour the beers, and you had a small smile on your lips as you stared at the floor. “I’m so in love with her, Nat,”

His best friend nudged his side with her elbow. “I know you are,” she said as he stood up and placed the cue against the table before beginning to make his way over to you. “Hey, that doesn’t mean you can just ditch our game! I was winning.”

But Bradley was already towering over you and taking one of the beers from your hand when you turned around. You jump slightly, nearly spilling your own beer as you look up at him. “I was going to bring that over to you,”

He takes a sip from the glass and shrugs, wrapping you up in his free arm and pulling you into his side. “It had been too long,”

“I was literally gone for less than a minute,”

“That just proves my point,” he replied as he pulled you towards the pool table. “I should be spending every second with you until tomorrow morning. Deployment rules.”

You scoffed. “You just made that up,”

He winked at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “I won’t tell if you won’t,”

“Never,” you say and nuzzle closer to him. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

Bradley presses his lips to the top of your head as Nat gets into position at the opposite end of the pool table. “I’m going to miss you, too, sweet girl. Every single day,” he swore. “The next two months are going to be so lonely without you.”

You lift a brow and give him a teasing smirk. “They better be,”

“You two are seriously so cute, I might actually throw up,” Nat muttered as she set down her pool cue. “So on that note, I’m going to get a drink. I’ll see you later, Bradshaw. Don’t get on that carrier without saying goodbye to me. I mean it.”

She pointed her finger at Bradley, who laughed and gave her a thumbs up. “Wouldn’t dream of it,”

You and Bradley stayed for about an hour after that before he caved and took you back home, where he spent the rest of the night loving you in every way possible and already trying to make up for lost time.

-

The next morning, after saying a quick goodbye to Nat, you and Bradley were off to the shipping dock once more. 

It was hard to believe that the last time you were here with him was when you had given your heart to him and he had given it right back to you after damn near shattering it completely. 

How he managed to get you back after that, he’ll never know. 

It was clear that Bradley was also having a hard time standing on the dock and it was obvious that he, too, was thinking back to that awful day that almost cost him you forever. 

He dropped his bag and turned to you when he was a few feet away from the ramp, his hands instantly finding their home on your hips. Yours come up to rest on his chest as you try to compose yourself as best as you could manage. “This is it, pretty girl,” he mumbled as he pulled your body close to his. 

You nod and wrap your arms around his middle. “I love you, Bradley,” you whisper, unsure if he even heard you as countless other people sent off their loved ones around you. 

He did, though. “I love you more,” he said back and kissed the top of your head, lingering there for a few seconds so he could inhale the sweet scent of your conditioner. When he pulled away, he was met with the sight of your teary eyes. “It’s okay, baby. We can handle two months.”

You shake your head and look up at him. “It’s not that,” you murmur, blinking away the tears as best as you could. “I was just thinking about the last time we were on this dock. Feels like it was yesterday.”

Bradley’s heart broke a bit at your words and he wanted to take you into his arms again, but refrained from doing so as he thought about his next move. His pocket felt heavy, even though the object was as light as a coin, and his heart quickly began to beat a bit faster. 

His face heated up as he took one hand off your waist in order to rummage around in his pocket. “It’s not like last time,” he promised as his fingers felt the cool metal. 

“I know, but still,” you trail off, furrowing your brows as he continues to feel around in his pocket. 

“It’s not like last time,” he repeated in a breathy tone as he pulled his hand free. “Because you didn’t have this last time.” He held up a ring that reflected in the rising sunlight, the small object making your mouth part in a silent gasp.

“Bradley,” 

“I’m sorry,” he said as he got down on one knee right there on the dock. He didn’t care about the many people rushing around him as he focused his full attention onto you. “I couldn’t wait any longer.”

Your eyes fill with tears once more as he takes your left hand in his. “Bradley,” you say again, at a loss for words as he held the ring between his thumb and index finger. 

“I love you, and I love that you’re the one I get to come home to,” he says, him being the one to wear his heart on his sleeve this time around. “I hope I can return to you as your fiancé, if you’ll say yes.”

Your eyes widen and tears freely fall as you bend down to grab either side of his face. “Are you kidding me?” You ask with a laugh and kiss him hard. “Of course I’ll say yes. I’m saying yes.”

Bradley’s arms were around you in seconds as he stood back up to his full height, taking you up with him and lifting you off the ground slightly. Neither of you paid any attention to the smiling strangers around you as they witnessed your acceptance of the ring, your lips pressing together in a salty kiss. “Yeah?” He asked when he pulled away but kept you close to him. 

“Yes,” you confirm and he took it upon himself to slide the pretty ring onto your finger. “God, I love you so much.” You say and jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist and kissing him again. 

He kissed you back as if this was his last time doing so, his arms caging your body tight against his. “I love you,” he says back, kissing you a couple more times as he sees people beginning to board the carrier next to him. “I gotta go, baby. But I’m coming back to you. I’m coming back to my fiancée.”

“Stop,” you whine against his mouth. “How am I supposed to let you leave now?”

He grinned and peppered kisses all over your face. “Just know I’m going to be thinking about you every single second,” he swore as he set you back down. 

You nod and grab his bag. “Be careful,” you beg as you hand it to him.

“Always,” he said as he took his bag and pressed a final kiss to your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you,”

-

“No fucking way,” Jake muttered as he threw his bag onto his bunk. “You gotta be kidding me.”

Bradley rolled his eyes from his place on his bed. “Cheer up, Hangman,”

Jake rolled his eyes as he sat down and ruffled his pillow. “How the fuck did we end up as bunkmates,” he muttered under his breath. “I was fine with being deployed with you, but not sleeping in the same room as you.”

Bradley wanted to bite back with some witty remark, but held off as he thought about you and how close you are to the guy beside him. For some reason you adored this guy, and he would just have to accept that Jake Seresin would always be in his life as long as he was in yours, and he planned on being with you for the rest of his days.

He already missed you so much. If he really concentrated and closed his eyes, he was sure he’d still be able to smell the vanilla perfume you wore whenever you left the house.

The same house he now shared with you, officially.  

Man, is he whipped.

It hadn’t even been half an hour and he already craved you beyond words. The video you and he made weighed heavily in his pocket, and he was tempted to watch it now. You got him hard without even being in the same room as him, and he knew he wouldn’t last long when he got the chance to watch the video, but having Jake share the same room as him was definitely a mood killer. 

He just hoped he would get the chance to be alone for at least a small portion of this deployment. 

Bradley debated on whether or not he should just leave the room and only come back when it was time for bed, but he also knew he was going to have to face Jake at some point. 

“This is getting old,” he said as he looked over at Jake. “Why are you still so pissed off with me?”

Jake sat up a bit straighter. “I said it before. Just because Y/n forgave you doesn’t mean I will,” he answered. “You weren’t there, man. She was….messed up. You fucked her up, Bradshaw. It was hard to see her like that and know it was partly my fault since I’m the one who brought you into her life.”

Bradley sat up from his lying position and faced his bunkmate. “I know I fucked up, alright? I know. I thought about it every single day while I was gone. It killed me to know that I made her feel like she wasn’t enough and that I wasn’t there to tell her that I didn’t mean it,” he rasped, his mind going back to how rude he was to you that day. He was such an ass, and you truly didn’t deserve any of it, much like how he simply didn’t deserve you. That never changed. “If I’m being honest, I’m glad she had you after how I left things. Even if you are a prick sometimes.”

“Wow, Bradshaw,” Jake said sarcastically. “And here I thought we were having a moment.”

Bradley grunted in response, unsure of how you put up with this literal child. He thought about what to say next, knowing he didn’t want the next eight weeks to be tense and awkward between the two men. Without thinking too much more, he says, “I asked her to marry me,”

That had Jake’s eyes widening. “Damn, Bradshaw, you don’t waste any time, do you?” He asked as he leaned forward and braced his elbows on his knees. After a few more seconds he asked, “What did she say?”

Bradley smiled at the memory of you jumping on him in front of everyone on that dock and how he helped erase the previous experience, successfully replacing it with a better one. He wished he had thought to take a picture of you wearing the ring, just so he could have something sweet to look at after all the dirty photos, but he also knew there will be time for that later. “She said yes,” 

Jake blew out a huff of breath, nodding afterwards. “That’s great, man,” he didn’t sound too thrilled, but he also didn’t sound too pissed. A quiet grunt of disbelief left him before he said, “Just don’t hurt her again.”

He then moved to lay back on his bed, pushing his bag and letting it land on the floor. “Jake,” Bradley said, his voice more serious than it had been the night they got into that altercation. “I won’t hurt her ever again. I can promise both you and her that. You still don’t give a shit about me, and that’s fine, but we both love her, so we need to learn how to get along. This is my attempt.”

Jake huffed, a bit annoyed at the fact that he knew Bradley was right. “Yeah, I guess so,” he muttered, reaching behind him and resting his head on his hands. “For some reason she seems to actually love you, so I guess she’s about as smart as your dumb ass.”

Bradley laughed, a genuine sound that had Jake holding back a small smile of his own. “Thanks,” he said under his breath. “I mean it, Hangman. I won’t fuck it up again. She’s it for me.”

Jake looked over at him and studied his face for a while, noting just how serious he was. He lets out a sigh before saying, “Alright, man. Stick to that promise and give me a warning when you need the room to yourself for a few hours and we might actually survive the next two months,” he says, continuing when Bradley just laughed, “I’m serious. I’d rather not walk in on you jerking off to whatever sick thought is going through your head.”

Bradley reached into his pocket. “Don’t worry, I won’t be thinking about that kind of thing too much,” he says, holding his phone up and smirking. “That’s what this is for, so I don’t have to think about it.”

Jake looked confused for a second before he clued in to the fact that he was insinuating that you had given Bradley plenty of viewing material. He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he tried to fight off a grin. “Fuck, this is going to be a long deployment,”

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If you’re not coming home to me [LH]

author's note: I'm sorry for the long wait but it's finally here! I loved writing this and I hope you enjoy it, mwah

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wc: 7032 - english is not my first language! feedback is always appreciated

It all started with an old flame. An “innocent” one, Lewis would tell you. But there’s nothing innocent about a flame that still has the will in itself to burn, only patiently waiting until it finds a match, a bit of dry grass to hold itself onto, finding a fragile area to start its mission: lighting up and letting its flames fly high, burning everything around in the blink of an eye, like it’s nothing.

Amelie had a target in mind, one that would make her rip the entire world wide open, so she could get what she so desperately wanted back: your boyfriend. 

You never expected to see her again, to be honest. When you started dating Lewis back in the day, you remember how she would try to break your connection, almost haunting your boyfriend down, trying to get him back - even while knowing that you two were already in a relationship. But that was over six years ago.

It was definitely surprising - to say the least - when your boyfriend erupted through the kitchen with some loose words leaving his lips. 

- Guess who I ran into this morning? - he kissed your temple, waiting for you to perk up your eyebrows at his question. - Amelie! It’s been so long, I almost didn’t recognize her. 

His nonchalant tone makes your stomach swirl immediately, feeling sick just by hearing her name. All the memories of everything she did to try and ruin your relationship are coming back, almost palpable on the surface of your skin as goosebumps adorn your figure. 

Lewis notices the serious look on your face, trying to decide if you should talk about it or just pretend that she doesn’t exist - and try your best to not let her get to you. The man reaches closer to you, cupping your face in his hands as another soft, warm kiss lands on your forehead. 

- Don’t give me that look - he pleads, his eyes locked with yours. - It’s been six years, love. I ran into her in the coffee shop and she seemed pretty chill, it was just a nice catch up. Really baby, it’s nothing. She seems like she let that go already, maybe we should do the same. - kissing your lips now, he tries to feel the same source of security and comfort coming from you, something that you can’t give him, right now. 

You know that she didn’t come back just to “catch up”, you don’t believe it. You know, there is this thing with obsessions: they can eventually fall asleep inside of our mind - almost feeling so numb to the point where we think we are over them. But it only takes a small trigger, even a small recollection of a memory, to wake them back up. And once they are back, the obsession kicks like gasoline in the middle of a million lighters.

Amelie and Lewis had a fling, a few months before you met him. And as much as your boyfriend describes it as just that - a mere fling, it definitely was more than that to her. You could see it in her eyes, the way she would threaten you, how hungry she was to get back something that was never truly hers. 

Your face falls at his words, at the way he seems so naive and even content about seeing her again. 

- I can’t believe you actually think that, especially after everything she has done to us. - your voice is low, almost a whisper as you sip on your tea, desperately refusing to believe your boyfriend’s reaction to all this. 

The sigh escaping Lewis’ throat tells you everything you need to know. It was best to just ignore all this, ignore her, pretend like she doesn’t, actually, exist. And definitely try to pretend like she is not, slowly, trying to come back into your lives. 

But just like a forest fire, Amelie subtly started to plant her seed in your boyfriend’s mind - a ‘catch up’ at the coffee shop turned into a “I saw her again while grocery shopping today! Isn’t it crazy?”, and that turned into a “It seems like she’s everywhere I go, I just saw her outside my manager’s office, after I left my work meeting”. 

- Amelie invited us to dinner at her house, and it turns out she moved to a place not far from here. - another day of Lewis walking inside your home, your sacred and peaceful place away from all the chaos and worries, with her name on his lips again. 

A lump forms in your throat. She is doing it again, and Lewis seems to be too oblivious to realize it - no matter how hard you try to warn him. It’s already painful enough to be on social media, since it seems that every time your boyfriend just accidentally “runs into her”, someone is ready to snap a picture of them together, chatting like they are just old friends.

But the internet doesn’t forgive nor forget. Your eyes fill with tears every time they scan another “omg they are back!” comment, another “they look so cute omfg I can’t”, and the comparisons that inevitably arise between you and Amelie. 

Her and Lewis had been spotted together a few times before, the fans found out about their affair - and now, digging up just deep enough to bring back old photos that are almost seven years old, everyone online seems comfortable to let people know their opinion: “Lewis and Amelie look so much cuter together than whatever relationship he is in now”. 

With almost an emotionless expression on your face, your words are dry and short.

- I’m not going to any dinner or whatever idea she might come up with. - you state, turning your back at him as you get ready to go to bed.

Lewis follows your figure through the corridors, your shadows mirrored on the walls representing the distance growing between your frames lately. 

- Don’t you think that you are being a bit paranoid, now? Come on, she’s just being nice, Y/N. - he huffed impatiently, growing tired of how hard you tend to state your ground when it comes to this situation. Lewis knows how harmless this invitation was, he saw it in Amelie’s eyes - believing he can still, somehow, read through her. 

Swallowing the cries that threaten to erupt through your bones once again, you decide to ignore his words, dodging a growing fight that could crash between you two at any time now. 

Lewis sighs again at your actions, using his fingers to rub his eyes - genuinely growing tired of the way you have been reacting, lately. 

Ever since he let you know that Amelie was back, you had been feeling more anxious than usual. The girl that made your life a living hell, that stalked Lewis everywhere he went for months, that kept sending you threatening letters to your address, is back. How can you ignore it? How can your boyfriend act this chill about something as serious as this person walking back into your lives? And how is he capable of letting her in again?

Feeling your hands trembling through the whole day, avoiding your phone and especially social media at all costs, your breathing is heavy in your chest until he comes back home from all his work duties and meetings - truly feeling afraid of what can happen while Amelie “finds him” outside. 

To Lewis, this is just someone from his past coming back to catch up, that’s all. He enjoys the way she seems to smile more now, she seems to feel lighter, really as if she is a changed person. And he believes her, he buys all her stories and regrets and sees all their encounters as “accidental”, like she makes him think.

The thing about planting a seed is: you need to be patient, really patient. You need to wait for the weather to change, admiring how the dark clouds slowly start to cover the blue sky, taking over the atmosphere, enjoying every little drop of rain that lands on the soil, so the little seed can begin to blossom.

With distance growing between your bodies and hearts, silence filling the room so a fight wouldn’t erupt, taking the place of where once laid the peaceful and loving moments that you two once shared, your heart sinks at the realization of what’s happening: you relationship of six years, doomed to fail, due to an old ghost that decided to come back. 

Lewis can’t stand being at home, to be honest. He hates how the environment feels heavy between you two, he hates the way you snake out of his touch whenever he tries to come close and hug you. But he can’t, for the life of him, understand your reactions to all of this. He can’t understand why you seem to be incapable of giving the girl a second chance to make things right after all the wrongs she committed. 

Going out to have dinner with his best friends to try and forget about your rotting relationship and the never ending doubts that surround him, Lewis furrows his eyebrows when he finds Amelie sitting at the bar of the restaurant. 

It’s one of his favorite restaurants, she knew that. And maybe it’s just another coincidence that they are in the same place, at the same time again. Or maybe it’s the invisible string that Amelie slowly pulls and manipulates the way she wants, playing with her own seed that keeps growing in Lewis’ mind, desperate for the winds to blow in her favour as she finally lights the match.

Getting closer to him when the man goes to say hello, they share a warm glance before Amelie’s lips crash with Lewis’, her hand snaking to his neck, her fingers intertwining with his braids. There’s a brief moment of confusion in his brain, and he can’t help but kiss her back, his hands mindlessly reaching for her waist. 

The girl smirks in her mind, chanting glory as she got what she wanted, feeling as if she has Lewis wrapped around her finger already. Now, her fire is just a brief moment away from spreading and causing all the damage it’s intended to. 

Some seconds later, Lewis pushes her frame away from him, his brain finally reacting to what just happened. 

- Amelie, what the fuck? Have you lost your mind?! - he shouts, pure anger and regret flooding his veins as he realizes what he has done. 

With pleading eyes, the girl looks back at him, trying to get her body closer to his, only to be continuously pushed away by Lewis.

- You kissed me back! I knew it, Lew! I knew we still had something special, you can’t deny! - she insists, and the scene between the two steals everyone’s attention at the restaurant. 

Lewis’ friends come inside to find him in the middle of all the shouting and screaming, the pleas and the fight taking place, reaching to get him out of there. 

- You were a mistake. Get that inside your fucking thick skull and leave me and my girlfriend alone! I should have never listened to you and your acts, you are fucking evil! - he shouts at her face, leaving the girl teary eyed at the bar. 

Taking a deep breath, Lewis can’t even answer all the questions that are being thrown at him by his friends. “What happened? Who is she? Why did you say all those things?” - his brain can’t follow all the information that he needs to process, he can only think about you, and about how badly he had just fucked up. 

Driving back home to you, your boyfriend’s body is trembling, anxiety washing over him as he tries to figure what is the best thing he can do now. Telling you about this scene will only make things worse between you two, and right now, he just wants to hug you tight, he wants to hold you close until he feels his heartbeat calming down, forgetting about the biggest mistake he just made as he savors the familiarity of your lips. 

At the end of the day, you were right - you always are. He chuckles slightly at the way he can hear your voice in his head, bragging about how your intuition never fails. Every other day, the man would roll his eyes at your remark, but this time, he can’t. You were right from the beginning, and he was the dumb one that fell for the trap - possibly risking everything, putting your relationship on the line. 

You find it weird when he comes home way earlier than what you expected, immediately reaching for you with his arms wide open, ready to engulf you in a much needed hug - one that you were missing so much, one that definitely seems to glue all your pieces back together. 

- I’m sorry, love. You were right about Amelie all along, I should have listened to you. She’s a mistake that I left in the past, and I promise I won’t bring her into our present anymore. - he says in your ear while still hugging you close, one of his hands caressing your hair as the other rubs your back soothingly.

With furrowed eyebrows, you look up at him. 

- Did something happen? Why are you mentioning this now? - you can’t help but question, finding his behaviour extremely weird tonight.  - No. I just spoke to the boys about all this, they opened my eyes to a lot of things. - Lewis decides to take the easy way: lie to you, and hope for the best. - I was just a dumb ass, babe. I’m sorry. We need to focus on ourselves and our future, not the past. - his words are truthful, full of meaning, looking you in the eyes before pressing his lips against yours in a loving kiss. 

The way he is talking to you, kissing you and touching you again in such a warm, gentle way, looking at you like you are the one for him, brings some peace back to your heart - maybe there’s still some hope for you and your relationship. 

During that night, your figures heavily contrast with each other: on one hand, it’s been a while since you have had such a peaceful sleep, safely wrapped in your boyfriend’s arms; on the other, Lewis can’t sleep. He can’t stop thinking about the way Amelie’s lips touched his, reigniting an old sparkle that he thought was long forgotten and erased from his mind, his body. His brain is torturing him, feeling guilty from lying to you, but feeling too scared to tell you the truth at the same time. His heart races in his chest and he’s surprised that it hasn’t woken you up yet, the beat confusing his own thoughts. As much as Amelie might have been a fun chapter in Lewis’ book, it’s undoubtedly with you that he wants to secure his future, his mind reminding him of the ring that he keeps safely hidden in the back of his side of the closet: just trying to find the courage, the right moment to ask you to be his forever. But what if Amelie’s presence just arrived to ruin it all for the both of you? What if he is not as sure as he used to be about getting married?

You missed waking up to the sun warming your skin, mixed with the warmth erupting from Lewis’ body as he held you close to him, even in a sleepy state. Last night’s small conversation really put an end to your insecurities and fears, finally feeling like you and your boyfriend are on the same page again. The tip of your nose gently nudges his, seeing how a smile slowly starts showing on his features when he wakes up to a happy, relieved girlfriend. 

The way you two stay in bed for a bit longer, pushing all your responsibilities to later, and just enjoy the silence - the comfortable one now, your favorite type, erupt through the air as you share long, passionate kisses, promises of love, of a forever by each other’s side.

When the alarm rings for the 4th time, both of you know you can’t postpone it furthermore, and finally get out of bed. Lewis decides to go for a run, while you take in the way your spirit feels so light right now, to go back to painting your favourite moments. 

It’s been a while since you have been in your painting space, and even in your painting mindspace. It’s been a while since you have dedicated some time to the thing you love doing the most. With a brief sigh leaving your lips, you get to work, grabbing the pencils and putting the different colors together. 

Last night, alongside the moments from this morning, doesn’t leave your mind. The way you feel so unique, loved, protected, understood - something that you have been craving for so long, lately, warms your heart in an inexplicable way. 

So you use it as inspiration: the pencil draws the curvy lines that display the figure of two bodies intertwined, the yellow-ish shade representing the sun illuminating you, the lines adding movement - representing the gentle caresses, the hungry love shared in between the sheets.

After around 45 minutes, you look at the canvas in front of you, proud of the final result. “One that belongs nowhere” - you decide to title it, smiling to yourself at the thought of how many times you would playfully ask your other half to ditch all his work responsibilities, just to stay a little longer with you in bed. “You don’t belong anywhere in those meetings, you only belong in between these covers” - you would say in between kisses, making it always harder for him to leave. 

Coming down to the kitchen after washing away all the remnants of painting from your fingers, you scrunch your face as you see a letter under your front door. Picking it up from the floor, you examine the envelope. It’s plain white, with no address or information, except for your name written on the front of it. With furrowed brows, you sit on the couch, opening it up. 

“Dear Y/N, it’s been a while since the last time we saw each other. I actually feel sorry for that: I miss the way your eyes would widen every time you saw me, how hard I would make you cry with my threats. I just missed you. And that’s why I decided to come back. 

To tell you the truth, you were never the problem, really. I was fine with your existence while you were nobody in my path. I just hate the feeling of having someone messing with me, stealing from me something that belongs to me, and me only. 

But thankfully, I’m a better person now. That’s why I didn’t come for you, this time. And least, not directly. You see, you can’t stop a flame that still has so much in itself to burn. Same way I couldn’t stop Lewis from kissing me last night, when we met at his favorite restaurant. I feel sorry for you, because you will never be able to experience the type of energy that sparkles between our bodies. 

You know what they say? You won't have learned anything until you've learned the hurt or the blessing of being expendable. Maybe you’ll learn it the hard way. 

Wish you all the best, from the bottom of my heart.

Amelie” 

Your shaky hands hold the piece of paper in front of you, as tears flow down your face. You can’t believe your eyes, you just wish this can all be a bad dream that you will eventually wake up from in the next couple of hours. But, unfortunately, it’s not. Everything makes sense now: the way Lewis got home so early last night, how he was acting so weird, how he immediately felt the need to say that Amelie was a mistake, and that you two should focus on your relationship - he was feeling guilty because of what happened.

Uncontrollable sobs leave your body as you start packing your clothes, absolutely done with your relationship with Lewis, a mountain of thoughts and doubts forming in your brain. If he had the nerve to lie to you about this, what else could he be lying about? Does your relationship stand built on lies? 

The man comes back from his run after a while, sweating and panting as he walks inside.

- Baby, I’m home! - he calls your name, searching for you through the rooms. 

It’s the sound of your sniffles that catches his attention, walking to your shared closet, only to find your tear stained face, sobbing uncontrollably as you continue packing your bags. 

- What’s going on, love? Why are you crying? And packing? - he asks, rushing over to your side as you push him away immediately.  - Don’t ‘love’ me! And don’t you even dare ask me what happened, when you know damn well what happened! - you raise your tone at him, pure anger showing in your bloodshot eyes now, your caterpillars bursting from all the ugly crying that leaves your body. 

There’s a confused expression on his face, that soon enough turns into a worried one, a guilty one. He knows what he did, and to find you in this state, there’s only one possible scenario: you, somehow, found out about it. 

Even if he stays silent for what feels like an eternity, his figure tries to come closer to yours, to reach for you, to try and hug you, comfort you. But the last thing you want right now is to feel the touch of a traitor, someone you trusted your life, your secrets, your insecurities with - only for him to end up fucking it all up, flushing six years that you spent together down the drain. 

- Baby, please listen to me. Please, this is not what you are thinking. - you cut him off immediately, running on absolutely zero patience and tolerance to hear his made up stories about how this is all a misunderstanding.  - I don’t want to hear it! I’ve had enough, Lewis. Ever since she came back, all you did was talk about her, meet her at random places, letting me know how she was now a different person. What are you going to tell me? That you two didn’t kiss last night, when you were supposed to be having dinner with your “friends”? Huh? - your tone is harsh, hitting Lewis like a million bricks straight to the heart. 

He knows you are right. And now he regrets hiding it from you, but he was just genuinely trying to avoid all this, he was doing what he thought was best to prevent you from getting your heart broken, from destroying your relationship even more. He didn’t mean for any of this to happen, he didn’t want to find you packing, ready to leave him as soon as possible. 

- Your silence says it all. You are the biggest disappointment of my life, Lewis. - a bitter chuckle leaves your lips, as you grab your bag and walk past his shape, leaving the room. 

Lewis’ breathing is erratic, tears are flowing down his own eyes as well, mirroring your stained cheeks. He follows you close, as close as you allow him to be. 

- Y/N please, this was just all a big mistake, please listen to me, you can’t leave! I’m so sorry, baby. Please, don’t do this to me, Amelie is gone from our lives and I- - She is out of your life and so am I, Lewis. But if you two had so much fun together, you should give her a call, now that you are single. - you ironically say, grabbing your stuff and opening the front door, wiping the thick tears away. - I’ll be back to pick up the rest of my belongings when you are not here. 

And just like that, you close the door behind you. Not even a goodbye, not even one last glance shared. 

Lewis feels his body giving in, falling to his knees as desperation fills his entire body, the never-ending feeling of guilt and anger corrupting him now. For him, it’s like all the lights have been turned off in his life, leaving him to deal with a never ending darkness, now. How is he supposed to do it all without you? His heart sinks in his chest, his cries growing louder as he curses himself for everything he has done for the past couple of weeks, knowing that he is entirely responsible for losing you. 

How is he supposed to come home now, if he is not coming home to you? He is not coming back to your smile, to your silly jokes, to your loud laughs that would echo through the entire house, filling his stomach with butterflies as if he was a teenager looking at his crush. How is he supposed to move on from this? The loss of the love of his life, his safe haven, the one he would trust with his life. How is he supposed to live his life, now? You two were supposed to get married. In a perfect world, Lewis would now be on his knee, proposing to you next to a breathtaking sunset - and still, he would be giving you all of his attention, because you are the only sight that takes his breath away, the one that makes his legs go weak. And in a perfect world, you would say ‘yes’, securing your story of a ‘forever’ together, dreaming about a family that would fill your hearts with so much more love - the mini versions of the two of you running around the house, filling the air with giggles and joy. 

Mirroring Lewis, you sit in your car, letting your sobs run free as you mourn the failure of a relationship that you thought it would be forever. Screams leave your body, feeling so desperate, so distressed, with an agonizing pain so strong in your chest that you could die right here, right now - feeling your heart cracking into a million pieces, the hurt being too much to bear. You lean your face on the steering wheel, punching it over and over again, not knowing how to deal with the anger and frustration surrounding you. 

It’s all too much, right now. For the past six years, you and Lewis have had a relationship that everyone would dream of, the strongest connection that you have ever felt, the feeling of companionship, of pure understanding and love stringing you along as the two of you pictured a life by the other’s side - or, at least, you thought he did too. Never, in your worst nightmare, would you imagine that Lewis would do this to you. In your books, he would be the one to cure your aching heart, not the one letting it fall to the floor, breaking it, stepping on it even more. 

The pain you feel is so unbearable, feeling it squeezing your throat, removing all the air from your lungs, feeling more and more exasperated as the seconds go by. You opened the door to your life, to your heart, to him. He was the one that you let in after so many heartbreaks and disappointments, trying your best to heal from all your past trauma so you could receive him with open arms in your house, letting him sit comfortably on the couch of your routine, lying his head on the pillows of your dreams, walking through the alleys of your veins. If he wanted to come inside of your most sacred home so much, why didn’t he fully come in? Why did he kept a foot inside and another on the outside of your door? Why did he have to go running back outside once he found a crack of a different light? What is this kind of love that sees your world in its entirety, but doesn’t see you?

You can’t control your breaths, you can’t control your cries. Your vision is blurry and your head feels dizzy from all the distress rushing through you. So you try to take deep breaths, leaning your head back in your seat, as you try to come to a conclusion, trying your hardest to put an end to this. 

Now is the hour. You said your goodbyes - or what was left to say, and there’s nothing left for you to save, you two don’t belong together anymore. Now, the best you can do is mourn, keeping all the good memories with him inside a small box, that’s safely stored in a drawer, in the back of your brain, somewhere only you can go, somewhere no one else will find them. There’s no need to anticipate the sadness that will haunt you for the next months, maybe even years. You shouldn’t expect too much from the tears leaving your eyes. Instead, you savor them, drinking them as you feel grateful to be able to taste them while you are alive, even if you feel like you are slowly dying right now.

Just like you, Lewis also feels like a part of him is missing. Ever since he learned how to love you the way you needed, he also feels this weird sensation in his chest, now that you are gone. It’s almost like a strange love, that keeps running around with no way to go, walking side by side with him, inside of him, as he doesn’t have you to give it to. It’s this powerful feeling that he holds, but only belongs to you. And without you, he will forever hold it in, as it continuously reminds him of you. 

There it is: the wildfire that Amelie carefully planned and planted, destroying every single memory, every single detail and feeling that has ever lived between the two of you for so long. All the bridges are burning, all the doors are closing, the one thing that will remain is the ashes of what you two once were. 

The flames consume your days, every hour of your routines, that now feel so different without the other’s presence. What once was the warmth of your partner’s embrace, now is just smoke standing beside both of you, almost creating the perfect shape of the other. 

Months slowly pass by, and to tell the truth, you feel like you caught fire, like an unexpected flash in the daylight. Feeling like a divine altar yet to be open, an entire church on fire, ruining around you, burning all by yourself. Lewis’ life feels the same - the fire that never ends, getting caught in his throat, running in his veins as he feels the madness in himself of feeling like he keeps slowly burning, like he is made of embers, warming up his thoughts, fuming his mind, without being a controlled one. But desperation hits, because you were meant to burn together, your flames intertwining with each other, consuming everything around you. In the end, it’s like you are not really burning, not really a forest fire. In the end, you are all just ashes. 

The only thing that’s left of the two of you, is all the paintings of the moments you shared, the ones you decided to eternalize in canvas. 

It’s only been four months since you saw Lewis for the last time, trying your best to move on with your life, even if you can’t really move on from him. Life takes so much, but it also gives a lot: it stole the love of your life from you, but has given you the biggest opportunity of your career - an exhibition of your talent, your paintings hanging on the walls of one of the most important art galleries in London. 

It was a three day exhibition - from friday to sunday, and you were thrilled to see so many people there, enjoying your projects, admiring your talent. You nervously and quietly walked around the room, hearing compliments from everyone, networking through the day, enjoying this moment that seems dedicated to you, gifted by life. 

But destiny has a weird way of doing things, of bringing people back together - the invisible strings working harder and wrapping around you tighter if needed. A knot forms in your stomach as you look around the room, your eyes landing on him. 

There he is: the man that ripped your heart apart, but who you undoubtedly have been missing like crazy. All dressed in black, trying not to draw any attention to himself - this is your moment, after all - he was already looking at you as his feet slowly moved in your direction. 

Your body feels frozen in place, and you can’t escape him - or maybe you just don’t want to. Your eyes meet in a familiar, yet hurt sensation, both of you feeling the remnants of everything that happened on the surface of your skin. Silence strings you along as you take in each other's features - the dark bags, the small eyes, the exhausted expressions that you two carry around. The lack of emotions that stuck around after you lost one another is showing, at the same time that you still feel so much for each other, as if nothing ever changed.

- It’s good to see you again. - Lewis lets you know, his voice low and hoarse, his eyes still piercing yours. - Unfortunately, I can’t say the same about you. - you lie. Words could never describe how much you miss him, how he seems to appear next to you in a dream every single night, how badly you wish you could run back to his arms, losing yourself in his touch one more time. 

But you can’t. Nothing can erase what happened from your mind, the problems and ills that it left on you - marking you forever. Right now, you are no longer the light soul that you used to be. You know that, deep down, you are drowning in the sorrow you have immersed yourself in. Slowly, you manage to stick your head out, taking in some deep breaths of oxygen - so no, you can’t run back to him, you can’t allow yourself to give in again. You can’t let him in to the point of his waves crashing down on you again, taking all the oxygen from your lungs once more, making you drown completely. 

He sighs, feeling all the coldness erupting from you, delving into his own figure. The air grows thick between both of you again, something so familiar and sad about your interactions ever since Amelie came back into your lives. Somewhere, there must be a portion of the truth, a part of an apology and some forgiveness that was within your reach, but neither of you ever saw.

- Y/N, I’m really sorry. I wish I could go back and make everything different, but unfortunately I can’t. The only thing I can tell you is how badly I miss you, how badly I love you. How this feeling is so strong in my chest that it suffocates me, and it will never stop. You are the best thing that ever happened to me, and I just wish you could give me a chance to show you that. - Lewis tells you, his words full of meaning and he keeps rubbing his hands, feeling nervous himself about pouring his emotions out for you again. 

Silence fills your end, your mind a mess, creating a chaos that you don’t seem to be able to follow, looking into him, reading him like you know so well. 

- Tell me, Y/N. Say it to me. Say that you don’t love me anymore. Say that you don’t think about everything we had, the six years we spent together. Tell me that I don’t mean anything to you anymore. - he knows you can’t. Lewis knows what he is doing, and you know it too, your nails digging the skin of your palm 

You are far away from healing, but you know that you will, one day, reach the moment when you don’t feel a thing about him anymore - a day when you will finally learn how to float in your sea of sadness, regrets and disappointments. You are relearning how to live without him by your side, trying to let go and forget about what he did, and you tried so hard to learn how to read, how to paint in the midst of your tears and pain, only for him to show up now, making your heart feel small in your chest once again.

- Because I think about you every single minute, every single hour of every single day. Please, give me one more chance, make me feel like home again, baby. Come back home, to me. Let me make you feel at home again. - Lewis insists, seeing the way your eyes are filled with warm tears now, definitely getting a reaction of your most emotional state - mirroring the way his gaze is growing blurry with tears as well.  - You don’t belong to me, Lewis. In fact, you don’t belong to anyone, you belong nowhere. - you say, an ironic smile playing on your lips as you accidentally quote the title of the last painting you did inspired by him. 

Turning your back at him, you walk away, with the intention of getting out of his life for good, leaving your broken heart in this room, in the middle of everything you painted - the good memories, the heartbreak he caused - for him to hold in his hands, having to deal with the weight of his decisions, of his mistakes, of the way he ruined the best thing he ever had. 

It will be so hard for you to forget him, and every single detail that you know about him, every line of his body, every detail of his skin. It will be hard to ignore how, during the autumn, everything turns into the color of his eyes, how you seem to hear his giggles in your mind, even when the environment surrounding you is dead silent. 

But it will be extra hard for Lewis, feeling responsible for fucking it up - blaming himself every single day for losing you, for wasting his happiness, allowing your relationship to slip between his fingers, knowing so well that he could have prevented all this. If he wasn’t such a fool, now he would be engaged to the love of his life, writing the continuation of your story together. 

Your now ex-boyfriend made sure to buy the central piece of your art exhibition, the painting where you dedicated your attention to the most particular characteristics of the way your bodies would intertwine with each other when you were together. 

If he can’t have you back, at least he will have a memory of your time spent together, hanging gloriously in the center of his living room - showing how proud he is, and will always be of you. 

Sitting on the couch, looking straight into the canvas, he admires your talent, replaying the last moments of love that you two shared in his head, knowing that he will never be able to feel that way again. Without you, the house feels empty, dark and Lewis’ emotions being all over the place, are the only thing keeping him company - alongside Roscoe, that lays his head on Lewis’ leg, silently comforting him as he looks up at the man. 

- I’m sorry, buddy. It’s just the two of us, again. - he says to the dog, letting the tears fall free from his eyes as he realizes that this is it. There’s no going back, there’s nothing he can do to get you back.

He will never be able to express how much he regrets all of this, how desperate he feels to have you back, how badly he needs you by his side again. But you’re not coming back, and the only thing he has connecting him to you, is the painting of your shadows loving each other. The canvas makes his mind wander through the corners of what you two once had, and reality hits again: at the end of the day, nothing is eternal. But your skin touching his, really could stop time from passing by. 

Admiring your art, thinking about how special and unique you are, Lewis realizes that he really mastered the art of fucking up, breaking your connection, trust and love - leaving you beyond repair, exactly how he feels, as well. 

Picking up the ring from its box, he holds it up, inspecting each detail of the jewel that was supposed to rest on your finger, holding a promise of a forever by each other’s side. His gaze switches between the ring and the painting, regret splattered across his chest as he closes his fist around the diamond. Why did he have to be so dumb? Why did he make the wrong choice? A stupid decision, created by nonsense, that made him lose everything that he would always hang on to so dearly, when life would get tough. 

Now, you won’t braid his hair anymore, you won’t take sweet, long, relaxing baths together, he won’t prank you again, he won’t feel your soothing touch in his tense body, he won’t listen to your pillow talks whenever you struggle with insomnia from now on. 

Love is so much more than just kissing and having sex. Real love is the delicate and passionate intimacy surrounding your souls, closely connected as if you were one, something that Lewis had never felt before with anyone else.

He knows that he will never find someone that will be able to fill the void that your absence left in his heart, safely keeping your engagement ring close to his belongings, never forgetting about his plans with you. It’s you. You are the one for him, the only one he wants a future with, and you will always be. And from now on, he will never be the same again, and nothing makes sense to him, because you are not coming home to him anymore.

[lordprettyflackotara]

till dawn || eyeless jack || the finale

SMUT. MINORS DNI. 18+. this one’s a lil fluffy not gonna hold you guys. i’m so sad to see till dawn end :’) but all good things must come to an end eventually. i think down the line i will create a bonus chapter, but for now this is the end of till dawn. love you all. mwah!

bonus part is here

Knock knock knock!

A groan of annoyance left your lips, your senses resuming as you regained consciousness.

“Wake up fuckers! You owe us waffles!” Ben’s cheery voice flooded your ears, his voice echoing down the hallway outside of Jacks room. You sighed, rolling over and shoving Jack awake. A confused snore escaped his lips, his eye sockets finally opening.

“Huh?”

“Ben wants waffles,” You sighed, flopping back down onto your pillow. Unfortunately you both had lost one too many rounds of mario kart, resorting in a wager of cooking breakfast to end in Ben’s favor. Jack groaned. “Okay Ben give us five minutes!” He called. You rubbed your eyes, looking over at the window. The sun had just reached above the trees, the sunlight beams streaming across the room. A triumphant Ben continued down the hallway, whistling proudly.

“Holy fuck, what time is it?”

Jack chuckled, sitting up against the headboard.

“I told you we’d only have till dawn before someone showed up at our doorstep about breakfast.”

He was right, but converting to rising at the early hours and staying up late was exhausting. You rolled over lazily, your back turned to him. “Have none of them ever heard of sleep schedules?” You grumbled. Jack couldn’t help but chuckle, your settlement into the mansion one that occurred with ease. Your charming personality and ability to cook won everyone over, even the proxies.

“We live in Slender’s mansion babe, we’re lucky the sun even rises here,” Jack replied, pressing a soft kiss against the back of your head. Slenderman’s reaction was a completely different story, the explanation of your existence the longest tale Jack had ever had to explain. Letting humans know about creeps existence was grounds for exile. It was forbidden to make spectacles out of themselves, even if the long term plan was for you to become a creep. (Which, it was not even an option to Jack.)

Becoming one, losing that grasp on sanity or facing an unfortunate fate of torture and death could never be planned though. Unless of course you were Jeff, then you knew how to create an arch nemesis. Jack would never want that for you, which he explained to Slender. Out of all of the mansions residents and outsiders, there was not another creature like Jack. A creature that went into an animalistic heat and needed to mate. Slender knew this and that led to his approval.

Another factor that Slender considered was that Jack was the oldest and wisest. If he was to entrust anyone to bring a human into the house, it was him.

Jack curled up beside you, your back pressing against his chest. “Sleepy this morning are we?” Jack asked teasingly, peppering kisses on your neck and shoulder. You chuckled, moving yourself closer to him. “I would’ve gotten better sleep if someone hadn’t kept me up all night,” You replied. A mischievous smile spread across Jacks lips, his hand slithering down to your hips.

“If it makes you feel any better i’m sure Clockwork didn’t get much sleep either,” Jack said, his lips refusing to stray far from your skin. His hand slithered further up your skin, slipping under your nightgown. You bit your bottom lip, Jacks fingertips lightly tracing your skin. “Thats gonna make a terrible first impression,” You sighed. Clockwork didn’t frequent at the mansion, leading to you never officially meeting her. Having her room be next door and hearing you beg for more? Not exactly the best first impression.

“There have been worse my love. When Jeff first came here Slender tried to make him a proxy. He tried to burn the mansion down,” Jack said, cupping your heart. Your thin panties blocked him from complete access to your cunt. Your breath was becoming shaky, your thighs opening more for him. He inhaled deeply, the smell of your arousal hitting his nostrils. “You just can’t get enough can you?” Jack teased. You groaned softly as he rubbed more harshly against the fabric.

“Of you? Never,” You replied, satisfied to feel Jack push your panties to the side. His lips attached themselves to your neck, his boner poking you from behind. You could feel him suck at your skin harshly, purposefully littering your neck with as many marks as possible. “I’m going to keep looking like a wounded puppy if my neck stays forever purple,” You chuckled, gasping as his fingers rubbed up and down your wet slick. You bit your bottom lip, two of his digits dipping into your cunt.

“My wounded puppy,” Jack snickered. He curled his fingers inside of you, your hand finding its way to his aching cock. He gasped as you palmed at the fabric of his basketball shorts, slipping your hand underneath the waistband. “Not sure if we’re doing to have time for this love,” Jack admitted, even if he didn’t want it to be true. You moaned in response, pumping his shaft as he finger fucked you. “It can be quick,” You offered. You bit the inside of your cheek, refraining from moaning louder.

“Please,” You whimpered, sealing your fate. Jack grinned, the two of you eagerly switching positions. Jacks back hit the soft mattress, licking his lips as you straddled him. Your panties had been discarded, his shorts and boxers pooling at his ankles. Jack was never one to not be in control of sex, even with you riding him. Sometimes he’d let you pretend you were in control, if he was feeling nice enough. But each time you got a bit out of line, Jack was quick to put you in your place. However, he couldn’t deny how ethereal you looked riding him.

You lowered yourself onto his cock, both of you exhaling in relief as he bottomed out inside of you. The shape of his cock bugled from your stomach as it always did, a subtle, very hot reminder that he was much bigger than you. Jacks hands found your hips, leaning forward to kiss you as he guided you. You groaned into his mouth as you rode his cock, his tip hitting your g spot. Playfully you grabbed his shoulders, pushing him back onto the bed. Jack admired your breast bouncing as you chased your high, riding him like a wild animal.

Your body over time came to crave Jacks almost identically to the way he craved yours. (He couldn’t help but wonder if scientifically his cum had altered your hormones.) You smiled lovingly as you looked down at Jack, his facial expression one of contentment. The sun had risen higher, hitting his face at a flattering angle. It highlighted his sharp jawline and round nose. “What’s so funny?” Jack asked. You shook your head, continuing to hold your sinful noises in the best you could as you rode his cock. “You just look so handsome like this,” You complimented.

Jack blinked, “What, under you?”

You giggled, playfully slapping his shoulder. “No EJ, with the sun shining on your skin,” You replied, rolling your eyes. Jack leaned forward, wrapping his arms around your back. He completely and utterly adored you, your flattery and complimentary of him meaning the world. “You look even better, so beautiful taking my cock like this,” He huffed, snapping his hips upwards. You whined as he began to move faster, taking control. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, biting down on his skin to control your noises.

“Thats it, bite me as hard as you want love. Mark me,” Jack panted, his cock abusing your cervix. He was tempted to say hell to breakfast, flipping you over and fucking you senseless like the animal inside of him craved. But he knew you cared about his roommates opinion of you, even if to Jack he wouldn’t consider them friends five out of seven days of the week. Your teeth sank into Jacks shoulder, a subtle growl escaping his throat.

Something about seeing you so primal, but so desperate to keep quiet made him pound into you harder. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, a trail of saliva dripping down Jacks shoulder as your teeth clenched around his skin. You whimpered, your hands tangling themselves in his hair as you came on his cock. Your walls spasmed around his shaft, a deep grunt escaping his lips as he came inside of you.

You released his shoulder, grimacing down at the bite mark. “Holy fuck, I don’t know where that came from,” You panted. Neither of you had moved, Jacks gaze moving to your breast. “Neither do I, but it was pretty fucking hot,” He admitted, kissing your breast.

‘Waffles! Waffles! Waffles!’

The sound of Toby and Ben chanting from downstairs made you chuckle. Jack could hear them slamming their silverware down on the kitchen table, the sound making his ears twitch. You slowly slid off of you, whimpering as your walls squeezed the air. His cum slowly dripped down your cunt, the sight the most satisfying sight to Jack in the world. He laid back on the bed, propping himself up with his hands behind his head.

He admired you as you brushed your hair, throwing on clothes. You were so focused, Jacks staring going over your head. It wasn’t until you were ready, turning around to find Jack undressed and unbothered. “What are you doing? Ben’s gonna come through our radio any minute now if you don’t get dressed,” You say. Jack rose to his feet, bringing your back against his chest. He towered over you easily, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“How did I ever get so lucky?” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your head. You giggled, examining your stomach. “Do you think you’ll ever get me pregnant one of these days?” You asked curiously. Jacks eyebrows furrowed, his large hands resting on top of yours. “You do know that’s scientifically impossible right?” He asked. Yeah, maybe his cum was seeping into your hormones. Or maybe your brain.

“Yeah it’s still a nice thought though,” You shrug. Turning around you wrapped your arms around his neck, admiring him from below. Your eyes were dancing with curiosity. Tilting your head to the side a simple question left your tongue, “If I somehow did, you’d want to keep it right?”

Millions of thoughts soared through Jacks mind, ones mixed with the joy of parenthood and ones of terror. Would the fetus become a demon just like him? Or would it be as beautiful as you? What would it eat? Would raising a child in a mansion full of monsters from its worst nightmares be sustainable? But as he looked down at your puppy dog eyes, your orbs flickering back and forth as you awaited an answer.

Creeps had never procreated before, successfully anyways. It would be a first for all of them, especially Jack. He wanted to believe there was a piece of him that wasn’t an organ eating monster. One that could raise and love a child that was a mixture with the person he loved the most. He was almost sure he would’ve gotten you pregnant by now, with the amount of times he’d locked you into the mating press alone.

Truth was Jack would give you whatever you wanted, even if it was most likely scientifically impossible. “I want whatever you want my love,” He purred, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

Bang bang bang!

“EJ learn how to keep it in your pants and pour some batter in the waffle maker instead!” Ben called.

You giggled, Jack sighing as he pulled on his pants.

“And in the mean time we have Ben.”

“We most certainly do and that’s enough for me.”

[hayatoseyepatch]

What are the windbreaker boys' doing for no nut november lol

OOO HOW MUCH FUN IS THIS???

Also anon I am so so sorry how long this took me to get to, with my hiatus and the big sad I’m getting through everything now thank you for your patience MWAH.

No nut November for the windbreaker boys, I think can be broken up into a few categories (I hope it’s okay I did this kind of format I just wanted to include ALL the ones I could). SMUT under the cut.

Failed (lasted a week or less):

This man started it to join in on the challenge. He was absolutely so confident so absolutely CONVINCED that he could make it the whole month without finishing. However, when you walk into your shared living room in nothing but one of his shirts and a pair of panties he can swear that he could hear his heart racing in his ears. He swore you never looked more beautiful than you had in that moment. He felt faint, felt like he hadn’t had your taste on his lips in months (it had been three days). He craved you. It was then and there that he realized he made a grave mistake, he knew there was no way he was going to make it out of this month alive.

He tries, he tries to rush off to the bathroom, flushing his body with cold water or thinking of the most un-sexy things that he could, but he felt like it was putting a bandaid on a bullet hole. His cock ached, he craved you far too much. As he stood under the cold water of the shower, he wondered what he was doing this for. Some bragging rights? Yeah. Fuck. That. He is leaving that shower and walking right up to where you stood, not caring that his skin was cold and damp. His lips attaching to the skin of your neck in frenzied kisses.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you doing your challenge?”

Your words fell on deaf ears, any further ones would be silenced as his mouth claimed your own. Tongue invading your mouth before you had a chance to even string a coherent thought. Large hands hoisted you up on the counter, slotting himself between you parted thighs to deepen the kiss. One hand steadying you with a grip on your hip, the other still placed on your thigh to pull you as close as possible to his body.

“Fuck that dumb ass challenge, cant go another moment without having you, baby.”

(HAJIME UMEMIYA, Akihiko Nirei, Choji Tomiyama, Taiga Tsugeura, Teruomi Inugami, Minoru Kanuma & Kanon Banjo)

Failed (almost made it to the end of the month):

He was confident, too, had already lasted over half the month. Maybe even into the third week of the month. He could see, though, how it was affecting you. The way he had seen you rubbing your thighs together, the way you had curled around him in your sleep, you were being deprived of pleasure. That because of a challenge he decided to participate in, he inadvertently has force you to participate in as well. So he made the decision, confident enough in the control he had to at least pleasure you, without finishing himself.

So here he was, settled between your thighs. His tongue lapping at your clit, with two fingers buried deep within the gummy walls of your cunt. Gods, how had he gone without you this long? His mind was hazy, lost in the euphoria of tasting you on his tongue for the first time in weeks. Missing the delicious squelch that your wetness made when he pulled his fingers inside your pussy. So lost in the way you tasted on his tongue. The way your walls hugged his digits. The way your thighs wrapped around his head. He was so lost in you that he hadn’t noticed the way in which his hips began to rub against the plush mattress beneath him.

“Fuck baby, taste so fucking delicious.”

His words came out muffled into your cunt. Mouth greedily devouring your cunt as if he needed you like the air in his lungs. He craved this, craved you. His ministrations were making his own head fuzzy, so pussy drunk he couldn’t feel the coil tightening in his stomach. Couldn’t realize that the way he was rutting his clothed cock into the mattress below was bringing him to release. He was so sensitive after weeks of having not even a touch to himself. Before he realized what was happening he was spilling into his boxers at the same time you were riding out your own orgasm on his tongue. After you both come down from your high  and he realizes what he’s done, all he can think is “well I already lost, might as well make it worth it”.

(Haruka Sakura (only participated because he heard 'challenge' and that was it),  Jo Togame, Hiragi Toma, Tasaku Tsubaki, Shuhei Suzuri, Yukinari Arima, Yuto Kusumi, Uryu & Seiryu Sakaki)

Succeeded:

These men are extremely strong-willed, able to make it to the end of the month. Though not without some challenges, the was you had tried to make him crack throughout the course of the month did not go unnoticed. The short skirts, wearing his clothes around, foregoing the use of panties with making him aware of such, and overall just sauntering around in any state of undress within the walls of your apartment. He’s been using all those moments, committing them to memory for when the month was over. So when December 1st is here you better hide. Because the moment the clock hits midnight on December 1st he is on you before you can so much as think to try and escape him.

“You thought you were so cute this past month, didn’t you baby? What was that, hm? I can’t hear you.”

You were unsure how he expected you to be able to utter a single syllable. Not with the way his cock was bullying your insides. Not with the way your knees were pressed to your chest, they had at one point been over his shoulders, but with the way he took to devouring your mouth with his own they were placed as they are now. He didn’t know how he could have even succeeded in this, not with the delicious way you felt suffocating his cock with your cunt. He most certainly would never be doing this again. Never depriving you both of the pleasure of losing yourselves in each other’s bodies. Especially not with the way you called his name, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes so full lust like he was the only person to exist.

Yeah, no, he was never doing this again.

(HAYATO SUO, Ren Kaji, Mitsuki Kiryu, Saku Mizuki, Kota Sako, Akihiko Miyoshi & Kanji Nakamura)

Did not try at ALL:

There was nothing that he could think of that was stupider than this challenge. Couldn’t think of why on earth he would deprive not only himself, but you, of physical pleasure. He could not fathom why he would miss out on the way your gummy walls felt when they clung to his cock with a vice grip. Watching the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he fucked into your tight cunt. Or the way your mouth felt wrapped around his cock, the tears coating your lashes as he fucked that cute little throat. So, yeah, he thought it was stupid. He relished in he tortured looks of his friends as they struggled through the month, all while knowing he was going to be going home and spilling inside you the moment he could.

He shook his head, wondering if any of these guys even so much as asked their partner if they wanted partake in this dumb ass challenge. If they were okay with the decision to deny their pleasure from their partner for an entire month. All he knew was that wasn’t something he would every do to his partner. Instead when he got home, he trailed kisses up your spine, before settling in the crook of your neck. Being sure to leave a mark in his wake that would let anyone who saw it know that he both of you couldn’t care less about the challenge. His hands gripping firmly on your hips, rocking you back on him, eyes glued to the way his cock disappears within your depths.

“Fuck baby just like that, doing so fucking good for me.”

He emphasized each word of his sentence with a snap of his hips angling to hit deeper with every thrust. Head thrown back as he lost himself in the way you felt. Hips continuing their steady pace, chewing on his bottom lip as he fucked into you. Hips slapping against yours the wetness of your skin causing it to echo against the tile walls of your shared bathroom. He lets his fingers finally curl around your throat squeezing just enough to make gaining air flow a bit difficult as the other's thumb begins rubbing slow dragging circles against your puffy clit. The way your walls began to spasm around his cock made him all the more satisfied in his choice, because there was no way he’d be missing out on this for a whole month.

(YAMATO ‘why the fuck would I go an entire month without touching my partner’ ENDO, Haruka Sakura, Takiishi Chika (thinks it is stupid and does what he wants when he wants), & Kotaro Sugishita.)

[slamminslamminmcgill]

mm finally watched deadpool and wolverine today, and my god... 🥵 so many thoughts...

Idek which ones to put here. What do you think a p*ss kink would look like with both of them? Or just more of them making reader squirt their brains out.

The dialogue you write between them sounds so natural. Like I can literally read it in their voice. -🐮

LFGGGG thank y’all for giving me an excuse to talk abt this 🙏 i got more ideas but this post would’ve been WAYYYY too long sooo be on the lookout for more debauchery

warning: piss, anal, dp, dubcon, light degradation/humiliation, intox (alcohol for logan)

anatomical terms: cunt/pussy

as with most of the fucked up kinks y'all try in this polycule, it happens spontaneously the first time.

logan had just finished inside your ass, and out of the three of you, it takes him the longest to cum. it also takes a lot out of him. he roars and jams his claws through wade's temples (whoopsie! that's why your bed has red vinyl sheets hehe) so there's a dramatic break in the action afterwards.

"ah... hah... ngh, fuck..." he's panting, heaving almost, and slides out of your now gaping hole, "fuck, that was good..." he retracts his claws from wade’s skull, then purrs in your ear and smooches your neck, "good job, kid."

wade, still hard as steel in your cunt, claps excitedly for him. "yay! good job, YOU, peanut! UGH, i love watching you fill him up. you get so... beastly~."

you giggle, nuzzling into wade's tits, feeling goofy and content. a warm load up one hole, and a thick cock up the other.

logan smiles, kissing you on the back of your head this time. “you gonna be okay alone with him for a sec? i gotta go piss.”

"mhm!"

"'kay. i'll be right back, pumpkin." another kiss to your neck, and he's off, walking flaccidly to the bathroom, shaking his fuzzy cheeks.

you drop your head back down against wade’s chest and sigh, "i gotta piss too, actually."

"oh, yeah, yes you do, mister!" deadpool pats you on your shoulders, "always make sure to pee before, during, and after sex!"

you absentmindedly chuckle, until you realize what it is he just said, “wait… during?!"

"hey! thou shalt not knock what thou hast not tried!i know it sounds icky, but hear me out."

he thrusts upwards into you sharply

“fuck!!!”

“so! i want you to imagine…” *THRUST* “how good it’d feel…” *THRUST* “to be really filled up.” *THRUST* “and i mean FULL!” *THRUST* “like your pussy is a searing hot water balloon about to explode. and then when it does?” *THRUST* “when it all comes flooding out of you? oh darling, the relief…” he moans dramatically, gripping your hips and shifting you back and forth on his shaft, “hottest thing you’ll ever experience, i swear. there’s nothing else like it… wanna try it?”

you’re skeptical, but wade wilson is a hell of a salesman. “…fuck it. let’s do it.”

“yippee!!! okay, just gotta get soft so i can piss. dead kittens… calculus homework… grandma deadpool! there we go! okay… phew… here goes…”

it’s a tense, awkward silence as he starts. you’re not sure what to expect. then, you begin to feel it. that searing heat swelling inside you, pooling between his cock and your skin, flooding what little space there was inside you. you gasp, and attempt to squirm to cope with the sensation, but wade holds you still.

“don’t move! don’t move, my little urinal boy! mmm, i gotcha, just… just trust me on this… i’m almost done…”

“you two are fucking disgusting.”

logan’s voice coming out of nowhere makes you jump, and then wade’s piss spills out of you. and just like he told you, it feels fucking incredible. you’re twitching, spasming, moaning pure nonsense as wade fucks your drenched, desecrated cunt. loud splashing accompanies the brutal pace of his hips.

“your loss, peanut! imagine wasting your piss on the bathroom toilet when you could’ve given it to this even cuter toilet!” he pecks you on the cheek with a loud “mwah~!”

from then on, it becomes you and wade peeing on each other just to mess with him. since he’s never told y’all to stop, you both figure that he likes it, but he’s too embarrassed to admit it.

the three of y’all are showering together

“so, just asking as a throuple here, are we all pro- or anti-peeing in the shower?”

“if you get piss on me, i’ll stick my claws through your fucking corneas.”

“promise?!”

”don’t. you fucking. dare.”

“aw, boo, you’re no fun.” wade pouts, then grabs you by your wet hair and pulls your ear towards his lips. “you, though… you’re TONS of fun.” he playfully bites your ear, and then your neck. “so fun, in fact, that you’re gonna get on your knees and drink every drop of piss that i give you, right?”

i feel like the only time y’all can get logan to participate is while he’s drunk. he’s too sloshed to feel shame for it.

maybe y’all are in bed together, all cuddled up in a tangled mess of limbs, and he grumbles something about needing to take a leak.

“oh, don’t worry about getting up, honey-bun!” wade fishes under the blankets for logan’s soft cock, “lemme take care of that for you.”

“wh… the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

“ugh please, don’t act like you haven’t thought about pissing down my throat. can’t i just once do something nice for you?”

he grumbles, not wanting to indulge wade, but not wanting to get up even more.“fine. whatever. i hope you choke on it.”

“oh, i will.”

[m1ngkis]

Song Mingi #Wantthat

A/N: MINORS BE GONE This work contains oral (m receiving) and my man. MWAH

Like when he’s getting ready to leave the house, company dinner, he says. CEO will be present and everything. At first, you’re not really paying attention to him but then, he’s spritzing cologne over his body so the whole room smells like him.

You can’t take your eyes off him now. Adjusting his belt, sliding his arms through his jacket, every little movement wafts the cologne through your nostrils.

Then he snaps the chain around his neck and slides his rings up his fingers all with your eyes searing the side of his face.

“How do I look?” He has the audacity to raise his brows as if the answer would be anything but absolutely delicious.

“You look good, really good.” You sit crisscross on the bed, your cheek in your palm as you watch him move again, this time fussing with his hair.

It takes a few tries before he’s sucking his teeth and giving you that pouty look that means, “Help me.”

With a sigh, you bounce yourself out of the bed and stand in front of him, adjusting his hair to sit perfectly.

You feel his breath on your skin and his hands sit on your hips as you drape your arms around his neck.

“There. You’re all set.”

Mingi raises a hand to touch his head but you smack it away with a giggle,“You’re sure?”

“Have I ever done you wrong?” You move impossibly closer to him, so your lips are barely apart.

“Mmm no.” He hums before closing the small gap and kissing your lips, soft and thankful.

As sweet as it is, your intentions aren’t as pure. The second you moan against his lips, he pulls away.

“No, I’m already trying my time.”

“Mingi, it’ll just be a couple minutes.” You dip your head into his neck, forcing his head back as you inhale at his scent.

“I really don’t have a couple minutes, baby.” But as your hands leave his neck and start to grasp at his belt, he seems more unsure.

“Promise, I’ll be quick.”

One thing about your sex life with Mingi, it was never quick. Nothing was ever easy and fast, it was always intimate, deliberate, and teasing.

So even though he knew in the back of his mind that you were lying, he wanted to believe that he would make it to the dinner on time.

With a huff he pulled away from you, undoing his belt, jeans, and boxers as he sat on the bed and waited for you to take the bait.

With a smile you walked over and sank to your knees, settling between his thighs.

A new hunger seeps into your veins as you look at his exposed cock just resting against his stomach.

You grab him at the base and drag your tongue up his length, suckling on the tip.

Mingi rests back on his elbows as his head drops, his lip caught between his teeth.

Slowly you start to take more of him, your hand stroking in the drool that falls past your lips, slicking up your path as Mingi tries fails to suppress his deep groan.

One hand finds the back of your neck, holding you in place as he thrusts up into your mouth and keeps you there.

He can feel you trying to suck in the little bit of air he’s allowing you to get as you adjust to his intrusion.

“I told you I don’t have time for this shit and you still want to tease.” He speaks through gritted teeth as his hips thrust messily, forcing his dick down your throat.

Your eyes water as spit runs down your chin and your nails dig into his thighs.

“Fuck, that feels good.” Mingi groans as the sloppy sounds of you taking his length fill the room. The feeling of your throat constricting around him is what almost does him in, until he hears his phone.

It buzzes against the mattress incessantly, Hongjoong’s name glowing on the screen.

“Shit!” He lets you go reluctantly as he reaches for his phone and answers. “Hyung, I swear I’m on my way.”

You can hear Hongjoong’s muffled voice through the device and you wonder if he’s in trouble yet.

“Yes, yes I know.” As he speaks, his free hand starts stroking his messy length. He taps it against your lips and you open wide, sticking your tongue out for him.

“Uh huh.” He still keeps his phone pressed to his ear. “Give me like 15 minutes.”

That gets him told off again but he rolls his eyes as he strokes his cock against your tongue

“I’m sorry, hyung but I swear, I’m so close.” The double meaning isn’t lost on you as his hand speeds up and his brows knit together.

“Yeah, yeah, I-I got it. I’ll see you there.” He hangs up and tosses the phone just as he cums down your throat with a moan. “Fuck…”

You swallow him down with a hum before inquiring. “Are you in trouble?”

“Of course.” Mingi huffs, as he pulls his clothes back together. “All your fault.”

And you’d do it again

[lynnie-s3all]

*crashes car* *explodes*

elliot x reader headcannons...............it can be anything........ romantic, platonic, IDC i wanna read about us getting pizza together and just hanging out ahhahhhahahhhahahhahhahaahha *combusts* (IF YOU DON'T WANT TO IT'S FINE :3)

Yeah i definitely did not see elliot x reader anywhere. WELP HERE WE GOOOOO

ELLIOT X READER

(what is this romantic or what?)

(Him becoming the manager is the best btw. Really have no idea how to explain why he's hot in that suit.)

Idk how he found you actually (im joking), he randomly met you when you're his first customer to order pizza.

well let's say, youre the first and the earliest person to even come over and order before it gained a lot of customers.

You would visit his place every weekend to see how he's been doing so far, and you and him just kinda became friends

I mean technically Elliot wouldn't stress out too much when there's a lot of people being impatient and waiting for their order to finish right? Welp, you just decided to help him out with that.

Now he's basically your second employee. Wow.

And Elliot somehow grew attached to you more when you first helped him. From being a customer to an employee? I never know what will happen honestly after that.

I mean i should be for real though, at the end of every shift, you two would hang out outside and went to his house to hangout and eat pizza, because i have no idea how to write it out.

(When i think about him being a manager though, oh boy just look how HOT he is when he wears that suit. I MEAN WHO CAN CLEARLY TELL THAT HE'S HANDSOME THAT WAY INSTEAD OF HIS USUAL WORK OUTFIT?)

Anywayyyy, Customer to friends and friends to lovers. Very much like that.

Whenever you two hangout, he would try his best to act like he's cool and tries so hard not to blush when he sees you, honestly who can't blame him when there's butterflies inside of him?

That time when you ask him to hangout at some street, you grabbed his hand without him noticing, it feels soft. I mean, your hand. It feels soft to touch. That's elliot thinking about it btw.

He kinda prepared something while you're just talking about your day like usual, he was hiding a flower. LIKE WHAT FLOWER? A ROSE? yea.

Soooooo, he told you that he needed a place to sit down because his leg was tired from walking (he's lying) and since you don't want to tire him out, you just found a bench to sit on.

WELL THE FINAL DECISION IS HERE, he confessed to you. WELL LOOK AT IT FOR YOURSELF:

"uh (name)? I kinda want to tell you something."

"yea what is it?"

"i never thought about this day would come around since you decided to become my first customer to ever had a crush on, but... I've tried to hide my feelings from this because I'm scared to confess about it, so here. A flower for you"

"Awh... thanks Elliot, and you know what, i kinda have feelings for you too aswell. Ever since i helped you in the place, i kinda started having feelings too. Well to be honest, i love you."

"I think it's time for me to say it."

(what line huh? OHHH....)

"would you like to become my partner?"

...

"YES PLEASEE :'>"

mwah and you two hug eachother. Did you kiss? idk, YOU DO YOURSELF IF YOU WANT TO KISS HIM

(why is coolkid at the background saying, "EW IS THAT THE PIZZA DUDE WITH A GIRL?)

(007n7: i have no idea son, now you should leave before they do weird stuff with each other.)

ofc who says you are gonna do backshots with elliot. WHO SAYS THAT.

[luza-wayne]

hii!! i really adored your gyomei fic, it was mwah chefs kiss :D ur blog is also severely underrated like hello??? idk if you do like head cannons for more than one character but for this rq i was thinking gyomei/rengoku/sanemi, you can pick which one you wanna write for.😭😭 where like the reader is like their secret admirer or vice versa but eventually the reader gets caught by the character and like how does the character react to all of this?? thank you so much & you can discard this rq if u don't wanna do it!! have a good one :)

omg thank you so muchhh! i wasn't sure about that actually, i thought you all wouldn't like it. glad you enjoyed it! i decided to do everyone and the reader admire them, since usually it's the other way around. not confident about this one though. hope it's alright for everyone!

when they caught on to your crush on them.

himejima gyomei, rengoku kyoujurou, shinazugawa sanemi

kinda not sure if i made this right lmao

enjoyyyyyy

himejima gyomei.

he didn’t really mean to eavesdrop on your conversation with shinobu and learned that you were interested in him.

he was just there to visit a demon slayer that he saved during his last mission and was sent there to be treated and you just happened to do your follow-up check up to see if you can go to work already, but somehow it ended up with you two sharing getting hooked up in your conversation.

he felt really bad for unintentionally listening, but also a little, just a little, happy he did.

somehow, he finally understood why he heard that coming from you too.

the same sound he hears every time obanai and kanroji are close to each other.

so, it was because of that. he thought he was just hearing things, as ridiculous as it may sound.

you continued to explain to the insect hashira how you found him amazing from the first time you saw him, which was when he saved you from a demon who wanted to devour you as you’re walking home. 

saying, it’s impossible not to fall in love with the man who protected you and saved you. you also revealed that he was the reason you joined the corps.

hearing how you continued to flatter and praise him without knowing he’s close by— his feet just won’t move and his brain never got the thought to move— he started feeling this unfamiliar feeling.

‘does she really think of me that way?’ he thought, as he looked away, his ear starting to heat up.

he finally got the courage to move to where you two were when shinobu asked you: “do you have any plans on confessing to him?” 

he stopped walking again. he asked himself why, but he couldn't find the answer. was it because he wanted to know too? he had no idea.

“i will. soon. not now, though. soon when i’m standing on the same stage as him. i want to be a hashira first. i wanted to be someone worthy of him.” 

your answer made him smile, his heart softened with your resolve.

his heel turned and he walked back to where he came from, still smiling a bit.

next time, when you two encounter again, he’ll try to help you and give you tips, so you can achieve your goal, all while he tries to act like he’s not aware of your feelings for him.

the question is, will he successfully act like he doesn’t know it?

rengoku kyojurou

he thought he was just overthinking things.

there’s no way there’s that difference on how you treat him to other men.

he first took note of it, when he’s eating at your family’s restaurant, where he usually eats before he comes home after patrolling.

you talk to him with such enthusiasm, joy, and adoration on your face, but when someone calls for you to order, it immediately disappears. giving them a stoic and indifferent look on your face.

he thought that might be just a mistake. there’s no way there’s that much difference.

he’s pretty sure of that, that’s why he put it on a test. he asked one of the slayers he knew to come with him to the restaurant and one agreed to accompany him.

an attractive one, even more.

when they arrived, his subordinate entered the place first, making you greet him with your usual cold tone, but as soon as rengoku stepped inside, your whole demeanor changed.

after that they ordered, rengoku letting him order for the both of them.

you note down what he told you their order, while he seems to be not bothered by casual indifference, thinking that this is just how you usually deal with customers, he’s just happy that the hashira invited him to share a meal together.

but when rengoku spoke, they were both dumbfounded by how easily your mood changes.

when you left to tell the cook their orders, the guy turned to rengoku saying: “wow, she was like a whole new different person.”, he says chuckling.

the flame hashira could only nod, following your figure with his eyes. ‘does that answer my question then?’

he brought along an attractive man, yet that didn’t change how you treat him along with the other customers.

would it be alright for him to assume that you…

and as if the guy was going along the cue life had given him asked, “does she like you?”, with a big smile on his lips.

he didn’t answer, instead he just diverted the conversation into another topic.

now, if you’re thinking that rengoku is the type to straightforwardly ask the person if they like him, then you’re wrong.

he’ll actually act as if he didn’t uncover a big revelation. he’ll still be the same rengoku you liked and would never subtly tease you about your crush on him.

he’ll actually start to notice things about you, now that he started to watch you sometimes.

he will try to get to know you better while trying not to be too noticeable.

well, maybe in the future, you two will share a conversation with only the two of you and by then, you’ll be able to talk more about personal things… like your feelings…

shinazugawa sanemi

whenever it’s time for the monthly hashira meeting, it’s normal for him to be the first one in order to be the one to greet the master before their meeting starts.

but, lately the new hashira keeps beating him to it. yes, it was you.

even if he tries to arrive there 3 hours before the meeting, he’ll find you there already, greeting him with a wide smile on your face.

it would’ve irritated him whenever you kept interfering with his plan of paying respect to the leader himself, but he can’t deny the fact that you were punctual by arriving there earlier than the rest of them.

so, he couldn’t really get mad at you. 

actually, he didn’t mind sharing a conversation with you while waiting for the others.

but, the day he realized that there might be a bit more to you going to the meeting early came.

it was when he had an unexpected situation the night before the meeting and had to send his crow to tell the master that he wouldn’t be able to come. 

after a few hours, his crow came back. though it usually just takes his crow to deliver and come back in one or two hours. hm… weird, but okay… he brushed it off.

the next morning came and when he went to finish things that made him was already taken care of. 

at that time, he still had the time to go attend the meeting barely before it started, so he immediately headed out.

when he got there, he was surprised to see you taking your time as you walked along the path to the entrance to ubuyashiki's residence. 

he even thought it was a different person, because there’s no way you would be here when you’re always so early whenever the meeting is held.

when he caught up to you, because you sure was taking your sweet time, he was certain already that it was you.

“what are you still doing here?”, he asked you, speaking suddenly next to you. 

when he looked at your face, it was a mixture of surprise and shock. you asked him what he’s doing there when he was supposed to be absent for the meeting.

he just explained to you what happened, but he found you not listening and looking somewhere else. confused, he followed your line of sight.

there, he saw his crow, seemingly trying to make a move on yours. he furrowed his head. ‘what is that damn bird doing?’, he thought to himself. 

“your crow said you won’t be able to attend the meeting.”, he heard you whispering to yourself. he was immediately hooked on what you said and then slowly… he pieced one thing to another.

“don’t tell me… did my crow take a detour to your place yesterday?”, he didn’t miss the slight flinch you did when he asked the question.

“so, he did, huh…”  he said, nodding. you didn’t answer and just looked away, turning your back to him.

but, he realized another thing.

“did he… also tell you about me going to the meetings early…?”, he asked while staring at the back of your head.

you snapped your head and shook your head repeatedly. “no!”, you denied with conviction.

he listened while you explained that you heard from kanroji that he’s always early and never forced his crow to tell you anything about him. he watched how your face slowly turned red, rattled about his question. 

‘why is she so embarrassed about it? so much that she’s turning red?’, he thought to himself.

‘isn’t it good that she’s trying to be punctual because of him? or… is there… another reason…?’

but… he doesn't want to think that your reason might be the same as what he was thinking.

“d… do you…”, he started, stopping you in your trail of defense.

as he stares at you, his voice seemingly caught in his throat. he tried to speak up and continue his sentence, but he can’t appear to do it.

he then shook his head, making you confused.

“no. it’s nothing. let’s hurry up before we get late.”, he brushed off and then started walking again. he also called his crow and told him to stop flirting already.

you just followed behind him. you were aware that he realized it, but wondered why he didn’t say anything.

well, it’s because he doesn’t believe it.

he doesn’t want to admit that he thinks you like him. he should be focusing on protecting the civilians and not mind himself with love.

ah, yeah— yes, yes, that’s the reason. that’s definitely the reason.

it’s absolutely not because he’s flustered and he can’t think clearly. yeah, absolutely not.

he might get a bit weird for the next few times when you two meet again, but remember it’s not because he’s embarrassed, okay?!

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