#Hold him there hold him there both sides all the ways around

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ABOUT YOU. ♥︎ SYLUS QIN.

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦. it was easy to get lost in the whirlwind of your new roles as first-time parents, and somewhere along the way, you nearly forgot about the other titles you held—husband and wife. tonight, that changes. for good.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠. fem! reader, husband + dad! sylus, fluff galore, themes of insecurity, pet names, praise, fondling, oral ( fem. receiving ), soft sex, missionary, unprotected, creampie, aftercare. references to his nightplumes card. loverboy sylus is very prominent in this one. 𝑤𝑐. 5k.

𝑛𝘰𝑤 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔. about you — the 1975.

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Anticipation and anxiety were two sides of the same coin—at least you think so. 

Your heart pounded against your chest, the sound was a far cry from the peaceful silence that surrounded the extravagant lodge. Only the wind passing through managed to break that found quiet. 

Snowflakes slowly fell from the sky as you stepped out onto the wooden back deck, the brisk breeze threading through your hair in a way that forces a sharp chill down your spine. Goosebumps pricked at your skin, though you quickly cross your arms over your chest to remedy them. 

You were beginning to notice that it was almost too quiet. After all, by this time of night, you were accustomed to only hearing the sounds of your infant’s quiet fussing in between the soft static of the baby monitor. 

This was different. Different because it was the first time you were away from your daughter from the moment she was born, but also because it was the first time you were truly given alone time for yourself. It was a rarity these days, and you weren’t quite sure how to indulge in it. 

However, the quiet, careful sounds of your husband’s footsteps approaching you from behind quickly gave you an idea as to how you could. 

Sylus’s scent served as soothing balm, the rich essense of his cologne accompanied by a smell that was uniquely him wafted through the air around you. 

“Aren’t you cold, sweetie?” he quietly asks you, his hands coming up to run along the bared skin of your arms. 

You briefly glance over your shoulder, covering one of his hands with one of your own. “Hm? No, no… I like the cold.”

The fabric of your dress did very little to conceal you from the elements, though it was a sacrifice worth making in your opinion. It wasn’t often that you had the opportunity nor the time to dress up for any occasion apart from the mock tea parties that your babbling daughter puts on for both your husband and yourself.

“I mean…” your words trail, and you find yourself leaning back into his broad chest. “I know that I’m not exactly dressed for this climate. I just wanted to try and look nice tonight. For you, for this… for… for us.”

His hands smooth over the curve of your elbows as his eyes trace the noticeable bumps that the weather had brought to you. Pressing a longing kiss on the back of your head, he opts to wrap his arms around your shoulders, pulling you even tighter against his chest. “You don’t have to try, sweetie. You look absolutely beautiful no matter what you wear.”

You slowly nod your head, your gaze moving over the vibrant hues of light that emerged from the darkness of the sky. The Northern Lights. Aurora Borealis. It was beautiful, casting faint shadows over your conjoined form as the two of you admired the way the hues blend together.

“I know, I just… I don’t know,” you stammer, knowing that your words must sound like a jumble of incomprehensible words. “It’s been a while since I’ve dressed up for anything, since… since you’ve seen me like this.” 

Your temple is warmed up by the press of his lips, and you find yourself unconsciously leaning into it, earning you another peck. “I just… didn’t want you to forget, I guess.”

“Sweetheart.” All you could feel was his hold tighten on you ever so slightly, lowering his head just enough to brush his cheek against the soft skin of your own. “Do you think I’ve forgotten about you?”

For a moment, you were stumped. You weren’t sure how to respond to that question, even though you had inspired it to be asked in the first place. Everything has changed, and motherhood has had impacts on your life that you weren’t initially anticipating. It was tough and unsure at times, yet so rewarding and beautiful. 

Guilt set into your heart. You hadn’t meant to bring down the mood of your getaway before it had truly started, but you knew that the feelings you had needed to be lifted from your chest. Now was as good of a time as any.

“I don’t know,” you breathe, tilting your head to rest it against his. “I just… I’m afraid that we’ve forgotten about each other. That we’ll never be able to be like we were before. I feel like a mess all the time, I am a mess all the time.”

Carefully, Sylus takes a hold of your chin to give himself access to your eyes. Minutes could have passed, or perhaps it was only mere seconds, but you hardly felt the passage of time with those softened red eyes staring into yours and his hand running along your arm. 

“I don’t think that at all,” he states, his voice still soft yet resolute. “Change isn’t a bad thing, sweetie. Not change of this nature. We’re still learning. It’s only natural that we lose our footing for a small while.”

“You don’t think so?” Your question only has a split second to hang in the air before your words cut it off, and the shake of your head solidifies it. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. I’m just… overthinking.”

“Then I will over explain.” His thumb brushes along the curve of your chin, his softened red eyes taking in the appearance of you with snowflakes in your hair and on your cheeks. “My heart is so full of you that I can no longer call it mine. For that reason alone, you will never be forgotten by me.”

“But…”

Sylus shakes his head, kissing away your worry with a quick peck of his lips. “There are no ‘buts’ here, baby. There is nothing in this world that could ever drive me away from you, from the family that we have created together. Not busyness, not sleep deprivation, not anything.”

Relief must have been the first emotion to cross your features, because it almost immediately brought a hint of a smile to Sylus’s lips. Overthinking was a habit of yours, one that you couldn’t evade no matter how hard you tried. But he was perfect. When was he not?

“Not even me smelling like baby spit up half of the time?” you tentatively ask, a familiar humor lacing your words. 

He chuckles, the sound a deep rumble omitting from his chest. “Has the scent driven you away from me?” 

Your answer is almost immediate. “No.”

Sylus runs his hand over the back of your head, cradling it in his gentle grasp. “Well, there’s your answer.” He pecks your forehead. “Motherhood has looked good on you from the moment our little sweetie started to grow.”

“Little sweetie?” you ask. “That’s new.”

“It’s… something Luke and Kieran came up with. You’re my sweetie, so by default, she is… little sweetie.” A moment later, he clears his throat. “Don’t go telling the twins that I’ve developed a liking for the name. They may begin to venture out into unthinkable territory.”

You raise an eyebrow and faintly muse, “Maybe we can all call you big sweetie.”

He clicks his tongue with a squeeze to your hips. “You’re lucky there aren’t people around for miles, baby. Having that material in the wrong hands could be detrimental.”

Once again, a comfortable silence falls over the two of you. He unwraps his arms to reach for the zipper of his coat, slipping it off his broad frame to drown you in the thick, warm fabric instead. He smiles to himself, wrapping his arms around your middle once more as he dips his head just enough for his chin to rest on the crook of your shoulder. 

“Thank you,” you murmur, your saccharine voice filtering into the soothing ambiance of the winter night. 

He merely shakes his head, turning just enough to press a soft kiss on the side of your neck. “No need to thank me.”

You knew that he’d never accept your thanks, but you felt the need to say it regardless. His reassurance, his way with his words, his selfless gestures that were unending and unconditional—he deserved to hear that. You knew it. 

Tilting your head up, you can’t help but huff out a laugh that turns to condensation in the cool air. “You have snow in your hair, you know.”

Sylus smiles, raising an eyebrow as he lowers his head once more. “Help me.”

And you do just that, raising your hand to shake away some of the pesty fallen snow that had nestled in his silver locks of hair. You were sure that you would have had some too if he wasn’t constantly touching your head.

With that, he places his hands on either side of you on the wooden banister that outlined the luxurious deck. He rests his chin on top of your head, his eyes reflecting the green and purple hues of light that nature put on for the two of you. 

After a long stretch of peace and quiet, you hear the faint sound of scratching in the snow. When you look down, you find Sylus dragging his finger through the fallen snow on the banister to draw two small pictures. 

“What are you drawing?” you ask.

He smiles, kissing your cheek as he reveals the two semi-finished works of art to your gaze. With his pointer finger, he draws two carets on one of the circles. “A mother kitten,” he murmurs, drawing two smaller carets on the tinier circle. “And her baby kitten.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “You’re silly.”

“Silly?” he soon echoes. Evidently, your habit of censoring your language around your daughter has even bled into your conversations with adults. It was a tooth rotting-ly adorable habit you had that Sylus adored. “That’s an interesting way to describe a man in love.”

Your skin tingles in the wake of his fingertips brushing your hair away from your neck, his other hand coming up to rest on the curve of your shoulder. “Oh? What would a better word have been?”

“Hmm…” He kisses your cheek. “Enamored.” He kisses your jaw. “Smitten.” He kisses your neck. “Besotted.” He kisses the curve of your shoulder. “Lovestruck.” 

A hearty laugh consumes you as you inch away from his ticklish kisses, your hand coming up to rest on the back of his head. “Okay, okay!”

He chuckles too, cupping your chin to turn your head to face him once more. “Though I must say, my original verbiage was the most accurate.” His breath was warm and comforting as it found your forehead, and the longing press of his lips followed it. “I am in love. With you, with the life that we created together, with the life that you have given me. Just… in love.”

Your smile is far too wide to hide now, a sight that threatens to bring your husband to his knees, right here on the snowy porch. “I love you too.” And somehow, your words still paled in comparison to the sweetness of your grin, the curve of your lips and the crinkle of your eyes. “Hey… aren’t you cold now?”

Entirely distracted, Sylus buries his nose into your hair, inhaling your scent that always managed to make his legs feel weak without fail. “Mm-mm. Not really,” he murmurs, one of his large hands curving around your waist. “Not when I have my beautiful wife to keep me warm.”

There was that damn smile of yours again. So gorgeous, so natural, so… you. If lovesickness could be medically diagnosed, he would be the first known patient without a doubt. It wasn’t until you spoke again that Sylus blinks three times in a row, forcing his eyes to meet yours once again.

“Not really isn’t a total no, though,” you simply say.

His thumb brushes away the few water droplets that the melting snow had left on your cheeks that are warm with a blush he’s sure the cold weather hadn’t produced alone. “In that case, what would be your preferred method of warming us up?”

“Well…” you say with a dreamy sigh, turning around to face him and wrap your arms around his neck. “I think I saw a fireplace in the master bedroom when we sat down our suitcases.”

(Correction: Sylus carried and sat the bags down, and you watched with lovestruck eyes as you marveled over how this man could be even more perfect. It honestly worked best that way.)

“I like the way you think, sweetie.” 

In one swift motion, he scoops you up off the deck and carries you to the sliding glass door with one of his arms while his free hand reaches for the door handle. Pulling it open, he walks inside, but he has no clear intent of setting you down.

“Hey,” you say, poking his cheek. “I have two working feet, you know.”

He smiles, kissing your finger while his free hand expertly works at the straps of your heels. One by one, they fall onto the hardwood floor as the two of you make your way to the bedroom.

“I know,” is all he replies with.

“So… why haven’t you set me down?” you ask, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Just because my beautiful woman has two feet doesn’t mean she should be expected to use them,” he murmurs, crouching down to turn on the electric fireplace in the room. “Maybe I enjoy being your in-home transportation service.”

You chuckle. “Is that so?”

He can only nod, peppering a few kisses along your cheek that was now illuminated by the warm lights flickering inside of the fireplace. “It is.”

Sylus takes a seat on the edge of the bed, setting you sideways in his lap as he holds you close to his chest. Your head finds its familiar home on his shoulder, and he tilts his own to lean against yours. 

One of his hands settles on your back while the other runs long strides along your legs, the chilly feeling of his wedding ring gliding along your skin makes your muscles involuntarily tense. 

A nearly silent laugh spilled from his lips, his hand slipping beneath your closed thighs so that the metallic band would warm up. His eyes flit to you, the way your skin glows in the hue that the fire is casting onto the two of you. 

You were a sight for sore eyes. You were so perfect that he was inclined to believe that you could have been a figment of his imagination, a physical embodiment of his deepest desires. But you were here, in his arms. His wife. The mother of his child. 

Every lifetime with you had led him to this moment, and he would do it all over again if it meant that you were his. Because here, in the world that you two created, you were real. You were here. All that he has ever wanted, all that he could ever want—it’s you. 

Tears glossed over his eyes and he hadn’t even noticed. His hand gave your thigh a small squeeze, his head turning just enough to kiss your forehead. “You’re so beautiful.”

You smile, leaning into his touch. “So are you.” After a beat of silence, you turn in his lap to face him. “I’m warmed up now. Are you?”

He nods with a single jerk of his chin. “I am.”

Shifting around, you move to straddle his lap. Your arms wrap around his neck, and his hands settle on your hips. “I think it’s getting too warm in here.”

Sylus chuckles, giving your sides a gentle brush of his thumbs. “Are you suggesting I take you back outside and leave you to the elements? You’ll catch a cold, sweetie. We don’t want that, do we?”

You shake your head with a huff. “No, we don’t. But… there are other ways of cooling off you know.” 

To emphasize your point, your fingers find their way to the buttons of his shirt, slowly and tentatively popping them open one by one. His eyebrows raise, watching your expression as inch after inch of his toned torso is bared to your eyes. 

Curving a hand around your waist, he pinches the ribbon tying your dress together in between his thumb and forefinger. He inches closer—close enough for you to feel his breath on your lips—until he speaks. “Can I?”

Without hesitation, you nod and give him your permission. In turn, he slowly tugs on the fabric, watching the way your dress loosens and how it slowly begins to fall down your shoulders. 

Your eyes meet, and a smile tugs on the corners of your mouth as you notice the rosy hue that crept up onto Sylus’s ears and cheeks. It was something you never got tired of seeing, that blush of his. 

It was almost comical how his eyes lit up the moment your chest was revealed to his hungry gaze, and his fingertips gently brush over the fabric of your bra that covers your nipple. 

“Is this new?” he asks you, giving both of your breasts a firm knead.

You nod, placing your hands on his shoulders as the straps slowly fall down your arms. “Yeah. You like?”

“I love,” he replies, lowering his head to kiss along the valley of your breasts. A low groan leaves his mouth as his tongue laves over your skin, tasting you for the first time in what felt like forever. “I’ve missed these, pretty girl.”

His hands work at the clasp of your bra, undoing it in one swift moment before slowly tugging the garment down and off your arms. A sudden gasp leaves you as his lips wrap around your nipple, his tongue swirling around the pointed peak. 

Your hand snakes up the nape of his neck and into his hair, earning a deep groan from his mouth that vibrated against your skin. You could feel his cock quickly hardening beneath your bottom, the fabric of his slacks doing very little to conceal his more than obvious arousal. 

“Sy,” you whine, your hips instinctively working to grind your clothed sex over his bulge. You needed more, needed to feel him in a way you haven’t in so long. 

His hands latch onto your hips, halting your movements as he presses a faint kiss on your nipple after he releases it. “Don’t squirm,” he states, his voice low and full of command. “I need to take my time with you.”

And you believe him. This far surpassed want for him, this was a need. His need. His tone leaves very little room for argument or doubt, no matter how much you wish it did. Another sound of impatience and need leaves you as he sucks your neglected peak into his mouth, his iron grip still holding you still in his lap. 

In one swift, dizzying motion, he lowers you onto the bed. Your back hits the plush comforter, and he shifts to settle between your legs. He kneels on the mattress, shrugging off his unbuttoned shirt that you had begun to remove earlier. 

His hands then pull your dress down your legs, letting the fabric slip onto the floor near the bed. His lips press to your ankle as he looks down at you, his hands mapping out the skin of your thighs and calves as he hoists your legs up until the heels of your feet rest on his shoulders. 

Blinking twice, you feel a heavy sense of anticipation swirling in your lower stomach. You reach out, hooking a finger inside of his belt loop to try and tug him closer. He doesn’t budge. 

“Sylus,” you whine.

He can only grin, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your inner legs—your calves, your knees, your thighs—until he flattens onto his stomach. “I’ve never known you to be so impatient, baby.” 

You huff, tilting your head to the side. “And I’ve never known you to hold out on me.”

Clicking his tongue, he nuzzles his cheek against the warm skin of your inner thigh. “Holding out? No, that can’t be right.” His voice has a teasing lilt, one that would make you want to say something snarky in reply, but his mouth quickly distracts you from the idea. 

His lips leave soft kisses along the damp fabric of your panties, pointing his tongue to leave light kitten licks around your clit. You squirm, but his grip on your hips returns to keep you in place. 

“I’ve left my poor wife so pent up,” he whispers, ending his sentence with an open-mouthed kiss on your cunt. His fingers hook beneath the waistband, tugging them down your legs just enough for them to dangle around your ankles. “It’s only right I pay you a personal visit.”

And you almost scream when his mouth meets your pussy directly, dragging the muscle up and down to gather your slick on his tongue. He groans unabashedly, grasping onto your thighs to yank you even closer to his hungry mouth. 

He sucks your clit into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks. Your hands fly to his hair, hips bucking off the mattress as much as his grip on your thighs would allow them to. Grasping onto his soft silver locks, you nearly lose yourself when he fucks his tongue inside of you. 

“Sylus!” you pant, thighs pressing in on his head as he groans. “I—I can’t—I’m going to...”

Your warning is cut off by yet another whine, one that his groaning brought on. The hot sensations of his mouth and the trembling vibration of his voice stimulates your sensitive pearl, his words limited to coos of “I know, I know” that force you to come with a particularly hard grasp on his hair. 

All the while, he slows his movements, opting to give you faint licks as you come down from the intensity of your orgasm. A sigh of relief leaves your lips, and your smile returns with it. 

Kissing your mound one final time, he crawls up to meet you once more, his forearm bracing his weight as he towers over you. He chuckles as you bring your hand up to wipe away the wetness on his chin, prompting him to capture your wrist and kiss your palm. 

And when your hands then run down his toned torso to reach the belt of his slacks, a strained laugh leaves him. “Ah. Do you still feel that I’m holding out on you, sweetie?” 

“No,” you answer, undoing his belt and popping open the button of his trousers. “I just want to feel you.”

Sylus smiles, his biceps tightening up as he lowers himself just enough to leave a longing kiss on your lips. “I can do that for you, baby.”

As he begins to undress, all you can feel is a ball of nerves settling inside of you. You haven’t been intimate in this way in what felt like years, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little nervous. After all, much has changed since the last time and…

His hand comes up to cup your cheek, as if he had noticed the worry set into your beautiful face. “Sweetheart,” he softly whispers to snap you out of your thoughts. “I need you and your beautiful mind to stay with me. Can you do that?”

Sucking in a short breath, you nod your head. “I can do that.”

Kicking away the last of his clothing, he settles in between your parted thighs once more. “Spread your legs a little more for me, there you go.” 

His hands map out the dips and curves of your body, settling back onto his forearm beside your head while the other runs along his aching length. He runs his tip along your folds, gathering your slick for lubricant. And then, he slides his arm beneath your back, holding you firmly against his chest. 

“Hold onto me,” he murmurs, his breath hitching as the head of his cock catches your entrance. You listen, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

His cock slowly nudges inside of you, stretching you open with a sense of familiarity. Your nails dig into his back, leaving red welts in your wake. He keeps his movements slow and steady, easy rolls of his hips to fuck you long and deep, letting you feel every inch of him. 

“Feeling alright, sweetie?” he asks you, peppering soft, reverent kisses along your jaw and cheek as he begins to find a steady pace. 

You quickly nod, one of your hands delving into his hair. “Yes,” you breathe, clenching around him like a vice. “Feels so good, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

“I’ve missed you so much, pretty,” he whispers, kissing your skin from your cheek to your jaw to your neck, his plush lips brushing against you in time with each snap of his hips. “You feel so perfect. I love you. I love you so much.”

His mouth finds yours in a sloppy kiss, one that was messy and disorganized but undoubtedly perfect. A whirlwind of whimpers and gasps leave the both of you, but the feeling of your thundering heartbeats pounding against your chests is what grounded you both. His hand next to your head strokes over your hair while the other grasps onto your hip. 

“I love you too,” you say against his lips, your nails on his back, holding him impossibly closer to you. 

One of Sylus’s hands shoots up, grasping firmly onto the headboard in an attempt to hold himself back. He needed this to be perfect—for you, his perfect wife who only deserved his best. 

You can feel the way his back muscles contort in the new position, prompting you to grasp onto him even more. “I’m close,” you manage.

His fingertips dig into the wooden frame enough for the sound of splintering to rip through the air, but Sylus pays it no mind. His attention is on you, the softness of your eyes and the parting of your lips. 

And when you clench around him and your sweet sounds fill the air, he knows that holding back is no use. It’s impossible. His pace staggers as he chases his own orgasm. Tensing up inside of you, you feel the way his seed floods inside of your inner channels, filling you up with the proof of his undying love for you.

For a long moment, all you can do is hold each other close. You breathe heavily into each other’s warm skin, exchanging stolen kisses and the smallest of smiles. 

Sylus finally releases the headboard with a huff, prompting you to tilt your head up and look at the damage. A gasp leaves you, your brows furrowing together. “Sylus!”

His eyebrow quirks up as he follows your gaze, finding that he had, in fact, splintered the wood under his vice-like grip. He sucks on his teeth, turning to face you again. “It’s alright. It’s just a… happy accident.” 

“A happy accident?” you echo, watching as he makes his way over to the en suite. “This bed frame probably cost a fortune.”

When he returns, he has a damp cloth in his hand and both of your bath robes. He settles between your legs once more, carefully wiping up the mess that he had made of you. “Mm-hmm. That it did.”

You raise an eyebrow. “How do you know?”

He shrugs, wiping himself clean before disposing of the cloth in the laundry hamper. He then wraps you up in the silken robe, following suit for himself. “Because I bought it just for us, sweetie.”

A gasp of surprise leaves your kiss-bitten lips as he scoops you up into his arms and walks you both towards the kitchen. “You did? But…we’ve never even thought of staying here until now.” 

“When we first started dating, I ensured that the furniture at each of my properties was well equipped to handle two guests,” he states as if it were obvious. “Though now, I should begin the furnishing process again to make plenty of room for three.” 

Your smile widens. “You’re such a softie.”

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The following morning, sunlight cut through the maroon curtains that drape over the gaping windows of the bedroom. You rolled over onto your side, only to be met with Sylus’s back. 

Your eyes finally crack open, your fingertips slowly tracing over the scratches that you had left behind last night. Then, you snake a hand around his waist. He places his hand on top of yours to give it a lazy squeeze. 

“Good morning, sweetie,” he says, his voice still thick with sleep. 

“Good morni—”

Your voice was cut off by the sound of Sylus’s cell phone ringing on the bedside table. With a groan, he reaches out, tapping on the pesky green button to answer a call from Luke and Kieran. 

He winces at the sound of their loud and excited voices, rolling onto his back to throw an arm around your shoulders, tucking you into his side. 

“Boss!” their voices cut through the speaker at the same time. “We came up with something that has little sweetie cracking up! Wanna hear it?”

“Go ahead.”

“Watch this, watch this,” Luke says into the receiver as if Sylus could see their escapades through the voice call. “Your mommy is the original sweetie, you are the little sweetie, and you daddy is the…” His voice cuts off for dramatic effect, before it blares through the speaker once again. “Big sweetie!”

You find yourself laughing at the sound of your daughter cracking up over the line, evidently having a great time with Uncle Luke and Uncle Kieran and their jokes that only an infant could find humorous. Sylus glances down at you with a glare, as if he were silently asking you a question.

You shake your head. “What? I didn’t tell them anything.”

𝑛𝘰𝘵𝑒. not that anyone asked but i’ve been working on my first series on this app and i’m motivated to write for the first time in forever :,) it’s for love and deepspace (of course) and it revolves around caleb. i’m lowkey nervous to post thoooo i might try and get a few beta readers to see if it’s any good. anywho thank you for reading, rb/comment if you enjoyed <3

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[bbokicidal]

sneaky, sneaky boys. | [SKZ]

warning: fem!reader; 18+ (MDNI), public sex/penetration/fingering/etc., also spit kink w/ jeongin

perv!chan who cannot keep his hands off of you in public. we've seen it before that he's very touchy, almost always needs to have something to touch and feel on. so when you're near, he's always on you. always squeezing your sides when he laces an arm around you, kneading your hip, reaching down to grope at your ass when he hugs you for just a second. oh, and sliding his hands up your shirt when you sit in his lap and the two of you have a few minutes alone. he just loves getting to cop a feel at your chest when there's a risk of getting caught in the practice room, studio, car, etc.

perv!minho who loves fucking you in public restrooms. he gets rock hard at the thought of you having to hold in your whines because otherwise the two of you will get caught; but he also knows you can't do that, it's just impossible when hes fucking into you so hard from behind. so while he's got you pinned up against the stall door and his cock is buried so deep you swear he's kissing your cervix, he'll slap a hand over your mouth and whisper over your shoulder how you have to keep your pretty mouth shut unless you want to get in trouble.

perv!changbin who needs you to cockwarm him whenever you can. he's not ridiculously big so it's easy to slip into you while being slick about it, but he's thicker than a motherfucker - so you need to control your facial expressions when he stretches you out even if you'd fucked just a few hours earlier. he bites back a grin, teeth sinking hard into his lip as he relishes in the warmth of your pussy while you sit in his lap to watch the others practice choreography - and he swears, when they tease him for sitting for so long, that he's just taking a small break.

perv!hyunjin who gets off on fingering you in public - specifically under dining tables. he's come in his pants more times than he can count on both hands because of that exact scenario; every time the group goes out for a fancy dinner and you wear a sexy dress that shows off all of your curves - how is he supposed to keep his hands off of you?! so he slips his hand under the tablecloth, under your dress, and dips two fingers in to rub against your gummy walls. and he can't help the way he smiles over at you every time, your cheeks pink and his hand moving discreetly beneath the table where no one can see. (though, Jisung did catch on once. and then dipped under the table to watch with the excuse of picking up his dropped utensils.)

perv!jisung who is actually very good at being subtle when he's literally humping you from behind. you think he's being very obvious about the way he's grinding his hips against your ass and you're pretty sure at any moment he's going to whip his cock out with how eager he seems - but none of the other members seem to notice, or at least don't point it out if they do. jisung just plays it off as hugging you from behind; which isn't exactly a lie, but not the whole truth. you ended up asking minho about it once, knowing they were close since they live together, to see if the older man noticed at all only to be met with; "He WHAT?"

perv!felix who has a bad (but very sexy) habit of using his tongue on you when he probably shouldn't. he likes to hug onto you, as affectionate as he is with all of the others; though it's more than that. he's kissing you, kissing your neck, dragging his tongue over your skin, giving you surprisingly quick hickies because he's biting at your skin. he's a menace - but he's sly about it and despite his affection feeling teasing - he always finds a way to leave a few marks behind in a short period of time.

perv!seungmin who likes to spank you and blame it on either someone else or you yourself. he'll come from behind on his phone and just reach down to smack his hand down against your ass - and when you yelp he'll either point to jisung and blame it on him, who then squeals that it was not his doing and that he didn't hit you, or reach down as if you spanked him. he thinks it's funny, of course, but you've figured out his pattern. if it's once or twice a day, it's teasing. if it's more than that - he's in the mood, and probably doing it because he likes to hear you whine.

perv!jeongin who spits in your mouth when people aren't looking. he's come really close to being caught but he's gotten better at being slick with it; it's the same process every time. he's quiet beforehand, eyes drawn to you - and if you catch him staring, you know what's coming; if not, you're caught by surprise. he'll wait until no one's turn in your direction before he grabs your jaw and watches you open your mouth before he spits right onto your tongue and waits for you to swallow. more often than not, he pulls this move right before he performs - all the boys walk past until he's left at the end, grabbing your face and spitting in your mouth as his little good luck charm before he goes on stage. if he's feeling cocky, he'll pat your cheek as he brushes past and mutter under his breath, "good girl."

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⋆˚࿔ told you so 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

-the LaDS men kissing you during an argument

୨ৎ── . Caleb

You walk fast—heels clicking against the pavement, every step fueled by the mix of anger and embarrassment boiling inside you. The crisp evening air nips at your cheeks, but it’s nothing compared to the heat rising from the mortifying scene Caleb just caused.

“Babe, wait! Please!” His voice is close behind, deep and breathless, but you don’t slow down.

You cross your arms tighter. “I told you to stop following me.” “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to—” His footsteps get louder as he catches up. “I just—he was way too close to you.”

You spin around so fast that he almost runs into you. “Too close? He was asking if I wanted coffee, Caleb!” you wave your hands in frustration, the image of your colleagues’ awkward stares still fresh.

He flinches but steps closer, towering over you, muscles tense beneath his hoodie. “I know. I messed up. I just…I hate the way guys look at you.”

You scoff and turn again, storming forward, but he’s right there, matching your pace. “Stop following me!”

“Not until you talk to me.”

You halt, shoulders tense. “And what should I tell you? That you’re an idiot?”

His lips twitch into the softest smile, like he’s grateful to even hear you insult him. “Whatever you want. I just miss your voice.”

You sigh, still looking at him with a harsh gaze. “Caleb—”

He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips, cutting you off.

You huff. “I was saying—”

Another kiss. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Stop kissing me when I’m—”

Peck.

“—trying to talk!”

A longer peck.

Your hands press against his chest, but it’s more to steady yourself than push him away. “It was just a colleague, Caleb. He wasn’t hitting on me.”

“I know…” he mumbles cradling your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against your cheekbones soothingly. “I overreacted.”

“You think?” you mutter sarcastically against his lips.

He chuckles, eyes full of that maddening mix of regret and adoration. “I just… I can’t help it. You’re mine.”

Your heart softens, just a little. You sigh, resting your forehead against his chest. “You have no reason to be jealous, you know I only have eyes for you.”

“And I for you.” he wraps his arms around you, holding you like he’s afraid you’ll bolt again. “I’m sorry. Really.”

Looking up, you shoot him a playful glare before letting a giggle escape your lips. “You’re such an idiot.”

His grin grows wider as he leans down to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. “Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”

୨ৎ── . Rafayel

You’re lying in bed, curled under the covers, warm and cozy—except for one glaring problem. The big light overhead is still on, shining down on you both like some relentless interrogation lamp.

“Can you turn it off?” you mumble, too comfortable to move.

Rafayel, with his head resting lazily on your chest, lets out a deep, dramatic sigh before slowly lifting his head to look at you. His tousled hair falls into his eyes and he gives you his best attempt at puppy eyes—big, soft, and just a little bit sulky. “Sweetheart,” he drawls, pouting, “I’m so comfy. And warm. And cozy next to you.” he emphasizes his point cuddling more into your side.

You snort, unimpressed. “Nice try, but I got up last time. It’s your turn.”

He groans, flopping onto his back like a starfish. “But I painted all day! My arms, my poor arms, they’re like noodles. I’m basically a ghost of a man now.” he throws an arm over his forehead for dramatic effect.

You roll your eyes, already used to his theatrics. “A ghost who’s fully capable of walking the five steps to the light switch.”

He turns his head toward you, mischief sparking in his tired eyes. Slowly, he crawls back over, propping himself up on one elbow. “What if…” he starts, voice low, “I give you a kiss?” his fingers gently tilt your chin up.

You raise an eyebrow, but before you can respond, he leans in and kisses you—soft and lingering, his lips warm against yours. When he pulls back, a cocky smirk tugs at his mouth. “That do it?”

You stare at him flatly. “I’m still not moving.”

His smile falters and he lets out another heavy sigh, before dramatically collapsing on top of you, his full weight pressing you into the mattress as he spreads his arms and legs like a human blanket. “I’m too tired,” he mumbles against your collarbone. “This is it. I live here now.”

“Rafayel, you’re crushing me.”

“This is your punishment for not appreciating my kiss.”

You try to wiggle free but his arms tighten around you like a koala. “Seriously, we can’t sleep with the light on.”

“We’ll adapt,” he murmurs, already sounding half-asleep.

You both lay there, stubbornness thick in the air, neither willing to move. The soft hum of the lamp above is the only sound between your bickering breaths.

Minutes pass, your eyelids grow heavy, and eventually, you give in—not to turning off the light, but to the warmth of him sprawled over you, his steady breathing slowing. You sigh, before sleep takes over—both of you tangled together under the too-bright light, too stubborn and too in love to care.

୨ৎ── . Sylus

The wind whips through the street, biting at your skin, but you keep your chin high, refusing to shiver. Sylus strolls beside you, completely unfazed, his long white hair tousled by the gusts, red eyes practically glowing with amusement.

“Told you this would happen.” he says, his voice laced with smugness.

You glare at him from the corner of your eye. “Told me what?”

He gestures at your shivering jacket-less self. “That this would happen. You never listen to me. It was sunny for like five minutes, and you just—what? Thought winter vanished?”

You cross your arms, trying not to let your teeth chatter. “I’m perfectly fine.”

His grin widens. “Really? Because your lips are turning blue and you’re shaking.”

You scoff. “I already told you that I’m fine.”

Sylus lets out a low chuckle and begins to shrug off his thick coat, holding it out to you. “Here. Before you turn into an icicle.”

You eye the coat like it’s some sort of trap. “I don’t need it.”

“Seriously?” He raises an eyebrow. “Why do you have to be so stubborn?”

“I’m not stubborn.”

“You’re literally freezing.”

“I’m not.” But the tremble in your voice betrays you. Worse, your lips start quivering, and you can’t stop them. Damn it.

Sylus’s teasing smile falters, his sharp eyes softening with concern. “Hey..” he murmurs, stepping closer. Without another word, he cups your cheeks, his hands warm against your icy skin, and leans down to kiss you.

His lips are soft and heated, chasing away the cold. You feel his hands glide down your arms, fingers brushing over the goosebumps before sliding around your waist. In one smooth motion, he pulls you tightly against him, wrapping his coat around the both of you. His scent—warm and familiar—envelops you as much as the fabric does.

You melt into his chest, feeling the warmth seep into your frozen limbs.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his eyes filled with something softer now. “There. Better?”

You huff, but your cheeks are flushed—not just from the cold anymore. “You cheated.”

He smirks. “You’re warm now, aren’t you?”

You roll your eyes, but your fingers clutch the fabric of his coat tighter. “...Yeah. Maybe.”

His grin returns, full force. “Told you so.”

୨ৎ── . Zayne

You stand in the doorway, arms crossed, watching Zayne munch on your cookie—the last cookie—the one you’d been dreaming about all afternoon. His green eyes widen when he notices you, mid-bite, like a deer caught in headlights, but it’s too late. The damage is done.

“Zayne.” Your voice is sharp, dripping with betrayal.

He freezes, cookie halfway to his mouth. “What?”

You gesture dramatically to the now-empty container on the counter, filled with nothing but sad little crumbs. “You ate my cookie. The one I saved. The one I was going to eat as a reward.”

He blinks, then swallows. “I…I’m sorry, I ate it without thinking.”

Groaning, you stomp out of the kitchen, leaving him behind with the offending crumbs. You flop onto the couch, crossing your arms tightly over your chest, an annoyed pout settling on your face. You hear his footsteps approaching, slow and hesitant.

“Love…” His voice is soft, like he knows he’s walking into dangerous territory. “There are still some brownies left, you want them?”

You don’t even look at him. “Not the point.”

He carefully steps closer, holding up an imaginary peace offering. “I can warm them up. They’re gooey. Chocolatey. Even better than a stupid cookie.”

“I’m not hungry anymore,” you mutter, but the traitorous growl of your stomach echoes through the living room.

There’s a beat of silence. Then you notice it—Zayne biting back a smile.

“Really?” you snap, shooting him a glare.

He grins shamelessly, a little glint in his eyes. “How about this? I’ll bake you more cookies. Fresh ones. But…” He leans closer, voice dropping to a playful whisper. “it’ll cost you.”

You narrow your eyes. “Cost me?”

“One kiss,” he nods, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You’re about to roll your eyes when he doesn’t even wait for your answer. He dips down, catching your lips in a soft, warm kiss. It’s sweet—too sweet—and when he pulls back, you blink at him.

“You taste like chocolate.” Despite yourself, your annoyed pout melts into a reluctant smile. Maybe one kiss—and some fresh cookies—weren’t such a bad deal after all.

୨ৎ── . Xavier

You shift on the couch, curled up beside Xavier, who’s been glued to his phone for the past hour. His blue eyes are locked on the screen, a lazy smile tugging at his lips as he scrolls through yet another dumb video.

“Hey,” you start, voice light. “do you wanna watch that movie I’ve been dying to see?”

No response—just the faint sound of whatever clip he’s watching. But you catch the slight curve of his lips, a tiny smile hidden behind his phone and you take that as a silent ‘yes’ to your question. Hopping off the couch, you stretch your arms briefly. “I’ll grab snacks. Can you search for the movie in the meantime?”

“Mmhm” he hums without looking up, still lost in whatever rabbit hole he’s fallen into.

You head to the kitchen, grabbing popcorn, candy and drinks, even taking the time to slice some fruit because, well, balance. When you return with your arms full,you find him in the exact same position you left him—phone still in hand, thumb lazily scrolling.

You stare at him, your patience evaporating. “I can’t believe you right now.”

He hums again, barely acknowledging you. That’s it.

You slam the snacks onto the table, tug on your jacket, and start slipping on your shoes. The sudden movement finally breaks through his phone-induced trance.

“Wait—where are you going?” His head snaps up, red flushing his cheeks slightly.

You roll your eyes so hard they might get stuck. “Home. If I’m gonna be ignored, I might as well do it in my own apartment.”

He stands lazily, as if this is all some mild inconvenience. “Didn’t you want to watch a movie together?”

“Oh, wow, so your ears do work!” you spat sarcastically. 

You head for the door, but before you can reach it, Xavier steps in front of you, blocking your path with his tall, broad frame. His big eyes glint with something teasing, but there’s a softness beneath it.

“You’re not actually mad at me,” he says, voice low and confident.

Your jaw tightens. “I am mad.”

He tilts his head, studying you, then gently cups your face in his large hands. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, his thumbs brushing your cheeks. “I wasn't giving you the attention you deserve.”

Before you can respond, he leans down and kisses you—slow, tender, and apologetic. When he pulls back, your tough facade crumbles a little. Despite yourself, your expression softens slightly.

You sigh, dropping your eyes. “Do you…do you think I’m boring or something?”

His entire demeanor shifts. “What?” His voice is laced with genuine concern now. He peppers your face with soft, quick kisses—your forehead, your cheeks, your nose—before meeting your gaze again. “Of course not! Listen, I was just being an idiot. I should appreciate every single second that I can spend with you instead of wasting time with some useless video.”

He grabs his phone and turns it off in front of you. “See? You have my undivided attention now.”

Your heart does a stupid little flip.

“Good,” you mutter, crossing your arms wanting to still look mad at him, but the little smile on your face betrays you.

He grins, taking your hand and leading you back to the couch. “Now, let’s watch that movie, properly this time.”

[iixch]

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Simon and the great cockblock

synopsis: Titan (simon’s great dane and everyone’s favorite canine) is pushing boundaries, and there is only so much Simon can allow. But when Titan becomes an official cockblock, his owner has had enough.

warning: curse & smutty

this is will make sense as part two of this fic but they can both be read as stand alone’s

He wanted it to be special, it was your second year anniversary of being with you and he needed it to go just the way he knew you would love it. He made all the necessary reservations, arrangements and plans so when they day came everything would go as planned.

and everything did in fact, go as planned,

almost.

You had just made it back to his home from your dinner at the restaurant. You both dined wonderfully, and wined just enough so that you were both loose and relaxed than before.

Coming in he closed the door and was instantly on you, having you cornered between himself and the front door.

“Can’t believe you wore this dress just for me,” He says with a dark grin as his hands go to your waist. Pulling himself closer against you, and in turn your back on the door as he goes to press his lips against your neck. “Such pretty wrapping paper for the gift underneath,” He murmurs between kisses.

Your hands wrap around his shoulders, baring your neck to a side, inviting his affections. “Mm, I know I hit the nail on the head with this years gift,” You say with a chuckle.

“Every year with you is a gift, sweet girl.” He says pulling back from the skin of your neck to your eyes, his right hand slithering up your side to then hold your jaw. “Can I kiss you, love?”

You smile and chuckle to his chivalry. “You better kiss me,” You tease as you pull yourself tighter against him, your dress and his dress shirt the only material between you two as he leans down kissing your lips.

Every thought in his mind is a thought of you. Every desire coursing through his body is desire for you. Every breath he breathes, is in need of you.

So of course he’s oblivious to the fact he forgot to put Titan in his cage. But he’s reminded when as you’ve just opened your mouth enough for him to delve deep-

Bark!

Followed by Simon grunting as Titan pushes him behind the back of the legs.

“The fuck-” Simon pulls away from you and immediately scowls at the appearance of the canine. “I forgot to put the big shit in his cage.” He huffs.

“Awww, hi Titan,” you say going and bending down to pet the big loving dog. “You missed me?” Titan of course sits politely so you can pet him, tail wagging and eyes wide.

Simon glares at Titan as you slip away from his hold to pet the damn dog.

“I’m going to put him in his cage,” Simon says grabbing Titan by the collar to guide him.

“No, don’t do that. He’s a good boy, just let him be. You and me can just close the door to the room.” You tell him as you give Titan a kiss on the head before standing up. “Be nice to him.”

Simon rolls his eyes, before pulling your hand and guiding you through the house to his bedroom. Muttering annoyed by the canines presence, as Titan follows you two. When you both enter the room and Titan tries to follow, you gingerly close the door before he can enter.

Simon, trying to push the interruption behind him, sits down on the edge of his bed, before calling you over, “Love, get over here.”

With a smirk and a smile you walk over before sitting yourself down on his lap. “You should just focus on me, ignore the distractions,” You tease as your hands behind unbuttoning his shirt.

Simon huffs at the remark, his hands sat on your thighs as they gently knead and glide deeper under your dress. His lips curling into a smirk as he watches your breathes become heavier, your eyes fluttering and grip just a tad tighter.

“You should focus on cumming when and only when I have my cock in that needy pussy.” He whispers harshly in your ear, as his hands meet the lacy material of your panties, and traces your outline with a tantalizing finger. Your hips shifting against the spine shivering touch. His finger slipping past the lace edge and he groans when he’s met with your wet squishy entrance. “Ain’t no better way to celebrate than fucking you good, huh”

You were going to respond but you have to close your mouth to avoid moaning so deprivingly when he pushes through his thick middle finger and curling it up inside you, his thumb you your clit.

“Ha- you call this..fucking?” You push him on as you feel your hips twitch under his touch.

He pushes another finger, the stretch burning so good, a soft gasp leaving your lips. His other hand goes to the zipper of your dress, and in one harsh swift movement he unzips it completely, the material falling down and collecting at you hips.

BARK BARK BARK

The sound of scratches to the bedroom door and repeated barking interrupts the moment.

Again.

This time Simon in physically irritated, and you wouldn’t had been bothered to care until you feel Simon remove himself- leaving you feel empty and needy.

“Si, come back,” You huff and pout when he softly turn to leave you on the bed, but standing up himself.

“Let me put that damn mutt in his cage so that I can properly take care of you, love,” He says as he walks over to the door. Before he can walk outside, Titan rushes in.

Immediately going to the bed, where you’re sat in the middle. Despite your need you have to laugh and the dynamic between the two boys.

“Your such a big clingy baby,” You say watching as the Great Dane comes up to you in the bed, snuggling into you and resting his head on your thigh. Your hand goes to his head and pets him.

“Y/n i’m trying to get him out of the room.” His voice agitated. He would had been more patient with the situation if he didn’t have a painful hard on strained under his clothes.

“He doesn’t wanna.”

“To hell with what he wants, I want you.”

You laugh, “Ok, ok,” you hop out the bed, becoming Titan. “Come on boy.”

And as if an invisible leash connected him to you, he obediently follows you to the room. Tail stuck high as he passes Simon. To which Simon sneers, “Cockblock.”

Titan had allowed you to cage him, with a handful of treats, and a good amount of head pats. Letting you and Simon finally indulge in each other without the worry or distraction of Titan in the way.

Simon swears Titan plans and coordinates his interruptions and disruptions, little does he know how right he is.

[soldateins]

A little Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader drabble below, 18+ Smut mdni!

While I fully agree that Arthur is a big fan of being face to face during sex, I also think that he loves having you on your knees, too.

One forearm braced over your chest with the hand holding the side of your neck, the other snugly wrapped all the way around your waist.

Your soft back pressed against his sweaty chest, occasionally arching. Your hands pawing at his forearms, wanting to hold him in return. God, he wishes there was a way to be even closer.

His face pushed into the nape of your neck, lazily mouthing at the tender skin as he huffs and steadily thrusts into you.

Each time he draws a whimper, a gasp, a moan, an "Oh, Arthur-", his arms flex around you, squeezing, thrusting that bit deeper, pulling more delicious sounds from you as you pulse around his cock.

It only makes him do it again with a broken moan, an amorous cycle coaxing you both closer and closer to the edge each time you round it.

[thatnerduknow98]

I know Mary knows I’m not Jake, but I can’t figure out why she knows or why she’s not telling the people who can do something about it.

That said, I don’t think she knows how I became Jake or what happened that resulted in me replacing him.

It’s kind of a long story. I also haven’t learned all the language I need to tell it accurately, so please excuse my inability to explain certain moments.

I am an alien from another planet. I cannot figure out what my planet would be called in your languages. Truthfully, it is physically hard to speak your language for us, so I stay mostly quiet, and practice speaking English to Mary’s cat, Mr. Oranges, when she is at the grocery store.

I was part of a team of my kind observing humanity from a spaceship resting outside Earth’s orbit. Your kind won’t see it with your instruments because we blend it in with the stars. I think the word in your language is camouflage. We also emit no heat.

We got fixated on Mary’s town because it is smaller and its people all had very specific roles. The simplicity of it helped us get a basic understanding of how humanity can function in a society. Paul farmed most of the land and sold the crops to Patty who turned it into grain and sold the grain to Robert and Barbara who turned it into dough and then bread at their bakery, who then sold the bread to the rest of the townspeople to eat, for example. Everyone seemed to have one or two main contributing roles in the community. Except for Mary.

Mary specifically stood out because she had many roles. It seemed like every month she had a new role and oftentimes had multiple roles at once. Mary did everything: watching and teaching the towns smallest children, gardening and selling her produce, tending to the sick, providing cleaning and housekeeping services, making things like clothes and art. She also assisted with other functions of society in menial ways, like bagging items at the grocery store or helping sort out their waste. They refer to their waste as trash or recycling, which my race doesn’t understand because in your words, we recycle everything. If Mary had a primary role, it was taking care of Jake and their home.

We heard Mary tell Jake once about a new term she learned about after speaking with a visitor while cleaning the town’s inn once. I don’t remember the name; but it sounded like a medical term, and we gathered it was assigned to types of humans who had trouble being still and always needed to have something to do.

Jake’s primary role was to build things. He worked with various materials, like wood, concrete, stone and brick (though I still don’t know the difference between them all). He was very skilled, but we gathered the work hurt his body a lot.

My team and I decided we could solve this problem by visiting the town with our medicines and placing them in his favorite drink when he’s not looking to help him consume it. I am the smallest of my team, so we thought I would be the most able to sneak around and complete the task.

I took our big ship’s smaller pod down to Earth, intending to land in a park nearby Mary and Jake’s house. I was halfway there when I realized I took the right handed pod instead of the left handed pod. Our species dominant side is so dominant we craft our equipment to cater to both sides. I picked the wrong side.

This meant I had to turn my seat around and manage all the controls with my left from right inverted. You have to understand, the way my species is designed, we can not simply use our other side. Our other side has no muscle development. It can’t do anything other than hold things and maybe move up and down, if we train it to. I don’t want to scare you, but we would be kind of freaky looking if you actually saw us in our true forms.

Anyways, I crashed into a house Jake was building and the whole thing collapsed on top of him. My team saw the encounter and immediately came down to resolve the situation. We restructured the house and healed Jake’s body, but he wouldn’t wake up, and we couldn’t understand why.

My team was mad, to say the least. We aren’t supposed to get involved with our observations anyway, and we already broke that rule, and my actions had the potential to bring our 8-year study in this area to an end. Then I had an idea.

Our kind can do this thing where we can attach to and inhabit minds of certain species. We weren’t sure if we could do it to humans, but when I suggested it my team captain said the equivalent of “Sure, why not?” with a flippant tone. I believe the word in your language is sarcasm.

Which I took literally. It was successful.

After a couple of hours of trying to pilot Jake’s body by continuing to build parts of this house (of which I absolutely mixed the construction materials up) the sun began to set and it was time to return to Mary. My team promptly returned to our spaceship.

When I opened the door, I set Jake’s keys on the table nearby like Jake always did. I took Jake’s muddy boots off and left them on the rug, like he always did. I put my jacket on the coat hangar and took the pack of smokes (I think the actual word is cigarettes?) out of his pocket and set them next to his keys, the way he always did. Then I went straight to the shower, like he always did.

This process was really neat. I got to observe humanity by being one of its kind. The only thing that threw me was that normally when I pilot another body, I can understand that body’s thoughts and emotions. Jake’s body had none. I did not understand why.

When I got out of the shower I caught a sensation I had never experienced before. I realized this was the purpose of a nose or a tongue, maybe both. My kind does not experience this phenomenon.

I followed the sensation into the kitchen where Mary was cooking something. We knew the humans cooked lots of different kinds of foods, and each food had different nutritional properties that needed to be consumed to be in good health, but we couldn’t figure out why they would make the same foods in different ways.

Mary stood aloof with her spatula, stirring around three different foods in the pot. Two of them she grew in her garden, and one she bought from the butcher. One was a round, brown food she diced up and the other was a long green food she cut into smaller pieces. She sliced the food from the butcher into smaller round pieces as well.

“If you’re getting a beer, will you grab me the butter from the fridge too?” Mary asked me.

Jake always grabbed a canned drink out of the metal box that kept them cold after getting out of the shower. I assumed the box was the fridge, and the drink was the beer, but I was unfamiliar with the butter. I hadn’t practiced speaking yet, so I nodded and opened the fridge. The door was heavier than I thought it would be. The cans were in a drawer on the bottom. I grabbed one for myself. There was so much food in the fridge it was hard to logic which one could be the butter.

Mary got tired of waiting.

“Are we out?” she said as she came over. “No, it’s just behind the milk.”

She grabbed a brown tub with an image of a field on it from behind a container of white liquid. The latter must be the milk, I thought.

Normally, Jake would open his beer and go sit in a big chair in front of the tv. We assumed this was to entertain himself and rest his hurting body.

But I was curious about the sensation, the names of the food Mary was cooking, and the purpose of butter. So I sat down at the kitchen table and watched.

Mary was taken aback by my presence but said nothing. I wondered if my decision was drastic enough to blow my cover.

She plated the food and brought it to me. I nodded thanks, reminding myself to practice speaking so I could actually thank her next time she cooked for me.

Mary took her plate of food into the room where she keeps her artistic materials. This was not uncommon, as I’d observed her many times making pictures of the food she cooked with various materials, like paint and pastels, though again I wasn’t sure what the difference was.

I took the fork and picked up a piece of the brown stuff, which was white on the inside. The heat from the meal melted the butter on top. Jake’s body perceived heat differently than mine, like it could cause him pain, so I waited for it to cool before trying it.

The sensation through Jake’s nose was pleasant, but the sensation in his mouth was even better. I tried the green food next.

It tasted different than the brown/white food. It was sharper almost. I don’t have the English words to describe it. Its texture was harder to chew than the other food, which fell apart much easier.

The food from the butcher was different than both of the produce items. It was also quite a pleasant experience.

I promptly ate all the food on the plate and put the plate in the sink. Mary usually cleans the plates after eating and then puts them in a machine that I think cleans them again? I am not sure what its purpose is.

Jake did not usually help with these daily tasks. Suddenly I understood why Mary was sometimes frustrated with him. But he was in pain, and I don’t think Mary knew that either.

I washed the plate and put it in the machine, which was empty. There was more of the meal still in the pan on the stove, and sometimes Mary would put it in a sealed container in the fridge, but sometimes she came back for more, so I left that part alone.

I decided I wanted to experience Jake’s chair and the tv. That’s what he would usually do next. I noticed the orange creature at the back door that they called Mr. Oranges. Sometimes Jake let that creature inside. I let it inside.

Mr. Oranges usually ignored Jake, but I think it knew I wasn’t him. I was thankful it could not speak English. I had seen Mary gently pat the creature, so I did too, and it let out a sound I’d never heard before, then rubbed its whole body on Jake’s legs. I felt like it was telling me it’d keep my secret.

I sat in the chair and Mr. Oranges jumped on top of me. It sat on Jake’s chest and made that sound again, which I realized this time had an accompanying vibration through its body. I grabbed the remote and turned on the tv.

My team was right. Tv was for entertainment. It told lots of stories, some of which I think were real historical events and others I think were made up. Jake liked to watch the stories about space and science. I tried watching a couple of a show called “Star Wars” and decided that is not at all what the universe is like.

Mary came back out and put her plate in the sink.

“Did you wash your plate?” she asked surprised. I nodded. “You’re letting Mr. Oranges lay on you?” she added with more surprise.

I think that was when she realized I wasn’t her husband, but merely in his body. It wasn’t until later I realized I’d opened the fridge door with my left hand. Jake was not left handed.

Your "friend" has been replaced by a doppelgänger. You aren’t sure where it came from or what it is under the disguise. But you know one thing; you prefer it over the original.

[moody-alcoholic]

Ex-boyfriend

The block is back with a vengeance, writing a little bit of angst to try and break it. It kind ends weird, I think I'll make a smut follow up for this something along the lines of; 'let us fuck away the thought of your ex.'

Summary: Ghoap x reader. Neighbors to lovers??

CW: domestic abuse, violence, alcohol, description of injuries, angst, little hurt/comfort.

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Another shouting match, another night listening to him plead through your front door. This time it’s different though. He hit you, it still doesn’t feel real, you can’t even remember what you were fighting about. 

Your face throbs though, a sick reminder that in fact it did happen. You didn’t even flinch, when his fist crashed square into the side of your face. 

“Please babe, it won’t happen again.” He calls. He’s right, it won’t happen again because you’re never going to see him again. 

“Go away!” You shout through your sniffles. You didn’t want to cry, you didn’t want to look weak but you couldn’t help yourself. As soon as you saw him with his fist raised, the person you thought you loved, there was no stopping the tears. 

You hear a door open in the hall. “Alright mate, maybe you should go. She clearly doesn’t want you bothering her.” You hear Johnny’s familiar Scottish accent fill the halls. Great now you’ve bothered your neighbours.

“Not really any of your business is it.” Your boyfriend snaps back. You put your head in your hands. This is all your fault, you don’t want to cause a scene, you just want him to leave. 

“It is when you’re shouting in the hall while I'm tryin’ to relax.” Johnny replies. You need to stop this, this is your fault. You pull yourself up to your feet. 

“Wouldn’t be in the hall if she would just let me in so we could talk.” Your boyfriend says banging on the door again. You look through the peephole, you see Johnny leaning in his doorway, your boyfriend is almost squaring up to him. 

You let out a breath to compose yourself, quickly wipe your tears away and open the door. They both turn to look at you. Johnny straightens up and your boyfriend comes towards you but you step back. 

“Go home. I’ll call you.” You say, your voice cracks. You feel the confidence you had slip away. You can’t tell if he’s angry or sad, you don’t care, you just want him gone. 

“I’ll call you.” You repeat, anything to get him gone. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t try to come in. He just lets out a sigh and turns to leave, shooting once last glare at Johnny on the way out. You let out a shaky breath looking over at Johnny. 

“I’m sorry about the noise.” You say, you’re barely holding it together, you need to get back inside so you can throw yourself in bed and just cry. Johnny steps up to you with a concerned look on his face. 

“Screw the noise, did he do that to ya lass?” He asks. You don’t know what to say, you open your mouth but words don’t come out, instead you just sob throwing your head in your hands again.  

Arms wrap around you and he squeezes you against him. Johnny’s hugged you before, he’s a very friendly person. He would throw his arm around your shoulders and walk you back to your flat when you would both run into each other. 

This hug is different though, maybe it’s the embarrassment making you over think things but this feels like a proper hug. 

“Si!” He calls as he starts to rub your back with his hand, the sobbing is relentless now, it feels like you can’t get a breath of air.

“What?” You hear Simon say. Johnny breaks from the hug moving to the side and you look up at him standing in the doorway. You don’t see Simon as much but he’s always there. You remember when you moved in they helped carry boxes for you. Then they both bought you a homemade shepherd's pie and bottle of wine to welcome you to the building.

You watch as Simon’s jaw clenches he lets out a sigh then crosses his arms. You feel sick, embarrassed. You just want this night to be over. You hang your head sniffling and wiping the tears. 

“How about a cup of tea?” Johnny asks his hand comes to your waist and you look up at him. You nod and he smiles guiding you back into your flat. You expect Johnny to go into the kitchen but he doesn’t he takes you over the sofa and Simon goes into the kitchen.

“What happened?” Johnny asks as you sit down, he sits next to you with his hand your back. 

“We were fighting.” You sniffle feeling more tears come. You don’t try to stop them. Johnny pulls the box of tissues over and you take one. 

“I can’t even remember what it was about. Something stupid.” You say blowing your nose.

“Has this ever happened before?” You look up at him and shake your head. 

“I think maybe we had too much to drink.” You say trying to find some kind of reason. You look over at the dining room table, the half drunk bottle of wine and the half eaten food. You hear the kettle click and you look over at Simon in the kitchen. 

“I’m sorry to have bothered you. I know it’s not the first time he’s been shouting in the hall.” You say, Johnny squeezes you tighter. 

“Not a problem.” He says smiling. Simon comes over and places a mug down in front of you. 

“Thank you. He’s not always like this.” You say looking up at Simon. He hums looking round the flat then comes to sit next to you. You keep your eyes on him as he looks round your face, his hand brushes your cheek. Even his soft touch has you gritting your teeth, it’s going to leave a nasty bruise. 

“Johnny, go see if there’s any ice in the freezer. Or a bag of peas.” Simon says, dropping his hand. Johnny moves instantly, bouncing into the kitchen, you don’t have time to tell him you have no ice. 

“Will mixed veg do?” He asks, sticking his head round through the door holding up the bag. It makes you smile, he smiles too when he sees you then goes back into the kitchen. 

“Do you want to call the police?” Simon asks. You swallow, dread rises in you. You hadn’t even thought about that, you feel more tears come and you look over at your mug of tea. 

“You don’t have to press charges, just get it on the record.” Johnny says as he comes back with the bag of veg wrapped in a tea towel. You look up at him, the last thing you want to do right now is talk to the police. You don’t get time to answer them though, the lock turning on the door makes your breath catch in your throat. 

Shit, you forgot he has a key. 

Simon stands up as the door opens and your boyfriend walks in. He freezes looking over at you for a second before scoffing and shaking his head. 

“I fucking knew it.” He says. You can’t breathe, your whole body tenses. “Couldn’t even wait five fucking minutes.” 

You stand up. “It’s not what you think.” You plead, the sob coming back. You feel Johnny’s hands on your shoulders. 

“I always knew you were a fucking whore.” He snaps, there’s a slur in his voice.

“Hey!” Johnny calls, squeezing your shoulders. Simon tuts, turning to look at you both quickly then walks round the sofa. You can see a bottle of something in his hands. Where did he even get that from? He was always a mean drunk.

You always told yourself it was the alcohol though, it wasn’t really him. He would never be like that with you when he was sober. Until now. 

“What do you want then?” Your boyfriend asks, throwing his arms out as Simon walks over to him. He looks tiny compared to Simon, his hulking figure almost blocks out your boyfriend. 

Ex, ex-boyfriend. 

“Let's have a chat, outside.” Simon says with a low tone, nodding at the door. 

“Na mate.” Your ex says, moving to look around Simon and points at you. “How long huh? How long have you been fucking them?” 

“I’m not.” You say, fresh tears blur your vision. 

“I won’t ask again.” Simon says, moving back in front of your ex. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He snaps. You almost miss your ex swinging at Simon. A gasp leaves your throat as you watch him dodge it. A split second later Simon drives his fist into your ex’s stomach. He drops the bottle of liquor and you swear you can hear the air leaving his lungs as he grunts doubling over. 

Simon grips his shoulders, almost carrying him out the flat and into the hall. “We’re going to have a quick chat.” It sounds like Simon’s growling. A second later the door slams closed. You turn to look at Johnny. 

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t think..” You slump back down on the sofa. Johnny reaches over, picking up the bag of veg wrapped in the tea towel. He presses it on your head and you wince, you takeover for him, replacing his hand with yours. 

“He’s a mean drunk.” You say. 

“He’s an arsehole.” Johnny says his hand lands on your thigh. You look over at him and smile. The door opens and you both look over to see Simon coming in. He walks over to the coffee table and puts down a set of keys. You stand up dropping the bag on the sofa and walk round the table over to him. 

You wrap your arms around him, for a second it's like he’s not quite sure what to do. When his arms wrap around your back you let out a sigh of relief. 

“Thank you.” You say into his chest. 

“It’s okay.” He says. You feel Johnny behind you, his hand landing on the small of your back. You break from the hug looking up at Simon. 

“I’m sorry he tried to hit you.” You say. He smiles, you haven’t seen him smile much, he has a nice smile. 

“Don’t worry, I've dealt with worse.” Simon says, his hand comes up to your cheek he brushes the tears away. 

“Sit down, drink your tea.” He says, you nod sitting down on the sofa next to Johnny. His hand lands on your thigh, you reach over for the mug. It’s lukewarm at this point but you don’t care, you drink it down while your head throbs. 

“Do you want one of us to stay the night?” Simon asks going over to the front door picking up the bottle of vodka.

“No, it’s okay.” You say, you don’t really want to be alone but you don’t want to come between them.

“I’ll stay.” Johnny says, Simon nods going into the kitchen. 

“I don’t want to take you from Simon. I’ll be fine, honestly.” You say turning to look at him. 

“Is that his only key?” Johnny asks, gesturing at the one on the table. You could so easily lie, you don’t want to be a bother. You shake your head. 

“Then I'm staying.” He says pulling your chin up to look at him. Christ, he has nice eyes too, deep and blue, they make you think of the ocean. 

“Thank you.” You say, you’re going to have to make it up to them at some point. Simon comes out into the living room and Johnny lets your chin go. 

“You know where I’ll be if you need me.” He says heading for the door. 

“What no kiss?” Johnny calls after him. He stops and walks back over Johnny who’s sat with a cheeky grin on his face. You evert your eyes when they kiss, it feels like you’re invading their privacy. Why are the hot ones always gay? 

“You alright?” Simon asks you, you look up at him feeling the heat rushing to your cheeks. 

“Yeah. Thank you again, for everything.” You say smiling at him. He nods and heads to the door. You watch him leave, listening as you hear their door open and close. You turn to Johnny who's now laid back on the sofa with his arm over the back.

"C'mon lass, I'm nice and warm," he says gesturing for you to lean up against him. You hesitate for a second then lay against him. He wraps his other arm round you and you let out a sigh.

"He's never gonna hurt you again." He says, you smile. No he won't, you never want to see him again.

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[paulyenvol6]

Yours To Keep

This is just full of fluff and cuteness and Pedro and reader being all over each other which I hope you enjoy!!

Pedro takes you with him for the 50th anniversary of SNL and shows off your engagement to the entire world.

Contains: smut, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, soft and very slight dom Pedro, aftercare, tooth-rotting and domestic fluff, Pedro being the sweetest human on earth, established relationship, mentions of marriage and engagement

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Wordcount: ~8.60k

"You look nice."

You smiled and chuckled squeezing Pedro's hand twice before kissing his cheek.

"Thank you. So do you."

You slightly crouched against his shoulder burying your face in his jacket that smelled a little different but you were still able to make out his familiar scent.

"Are you nervous, honey?" he instantly asked sensing how you absolutely couldn't sit still in the car seat and wrapped his arm around you.

"A little…," you said but it sounded like a question. "Don't be."

"That's easy to say," you pouted poking him in the side.

"It's just a concert and we're guests. Nothing's gonna happen, we'll just be in the audience and have a good time."

His words gave you comfort but when your gaze dropped to your hand the nervous fluttering in your stomach returned.

"But… I mean they will notice this, right?"

Pedro grabbed your hand determinedly and pressed kisses to one finger after the other starting at your little finger and giving a special amount of attention to your ring finger that wore a breathtakingly beautiful silver ring that was both glamourus and elegant. Your engagement ring.

"They might. But there's no need to worry about it. I love you and I'm ready to share it with the world. What could possibly go wrong, mhm?"

You had turned away from him but Pedro gently took hold of the side of your face capturing your attention.

"I don't know. I really don't, I guess it's just general anxiety."

He smiled softly pulling you closer to him to kiss your forehead.

"Oh baby," he whispered so quietly that no one in the car except you could possibly hear these words. "You know I got you, right? I won't leave your side for a second. Except maybe when you go to the bathroom but if you want to I'll wait right by the door and I'm not even kidding, okay?"

You couldn't help but scoff and in a matter of seconds you gave him a genuine smile. That was the thing about Pedro Pascal. He never failed to make you laugh and brighten your mood. He was your safe space, your comfort person and when his thumb brushed over the back of your slightly shaking hand you actually believed him. He was all that mattered after all. And now the two of you were engaged and why shouldn't the world know it as well?

"I love you," you whispered and then leaned in for a kiss on his mouth.

"I love you too, y/n. And I promise you we'll have a good time tonight. If you're not gonna enjoy the concert I'll make your night good afterwards."

His crooked smirk indicated what he was alluding to and you felt the blood rushing in your cheeks.

"Pedro…," you whispered fearing that the driver might have heard him but as if he didn't have a care in the world he kissed you right next to your ear which made you giggle and feel like a teenager on her first date of her life.

"I'll make it up to you if you have a really bad time. But… actually I think I'm also gonna make it up to you if you have a semi good time. And maybe, just maybe also if you're gonna have a good time."

His hand was definitely resting too high on your thigh now and you shifted in your seat.

"Pedro. I don't think this is helping right now," you complained with a smile that gave your true feelings away.

Before he could answer you the car stopped and suddenly your heart pounded loudly in your chest again although Pedor had just been able to calm you. He immediately noticed the way you tensed and tightly gripped your hand.

"It's fine. It's gonna be fine, baby. It's just you and me and a bunch of other people."

You bit your lip raising your hand like you were going to punch him but then ran it over his arm instead.

"Shut up. Oh and by the way, I swear to god if you're gonna get drunk tonight and embarrass us both AND basically leave me alone I'm gonna be so angry."

You started to climb out of the car and heard him following close behind.

"Don't worry, honey. You know what they say about alcohol and erectile dysfunction…"

Now you couldn't help but smirk back at him while you adjusted your dress and he straightened up next to you.

"Have I told you already how pretty you look?" he asked while placing his arm around your waist.

"Yes. But it's nice to hear it again."

~~~~~~~~~~

Everything happened very fast.

You were confronted with what seemed like a thousand cameras taking pictures of Pedro and you all at once and now it was obvious that the little secret the two of you had been carrying around for the last two months was out. Someone would surely notice the identical rings on both his and your left hand and one didn't have to be a genius to connect the dots. But who cared? Pedro was right, the love between the two of you was the most important thing and you wouldn't hide it anymore.

Once at the door, it was a matter of seconds before you were waved in, then you handed over your jackets at the cloakroom and were then led into the avenue by a woman in a black dress.

"There is food and drinks outside if you leave the hall through the main door. I will lead you to your seats now and then you'll have about… 30 more minutes until the show starts."

Pedro nodded friendly and squeezed your hand every now and then until you arrived at your seats in the second row.

"Wow, these are really good seats," it broke out of you and the woman gave you a wide smile.

"I should hope so. Now, I'm in a real hurry but I wish the two of you a lovely night and… congratulations."

She winked mischievously and at first you were too stunned to speak let alone thank her and only when she was already gone you stared at Pedro.

"Did you hear that?"

He nodded and opened the buttons of his jacket. "Very good eyes."

Then the two of you sat down admiring and examining the concert hall while also taking a look at the celebrities that were already there. Of course you spotted a lot of familiar faces like Paul Rudd and Anya Taylor-Joy so the next minutes were filled with chatter and laughter and you had to admit that you were having a very good time.

You especially enjoyed going crazy about Meryl Streep who had been an inspiration to you for so long. And your boyfriend, no, your fiancée would be doing a skit with her on Sunday. You really couldn't have been more proud of Pedro and didn't move an inch away from him the whole time no matter how clingly or ridiculous the two of you might look.

Pedro didn't seem to mind at all which didn't surprise you as he was the touchiest person you had ever met. His love language was physical touch and he didn't waste an opportunity to rest his head on your shoulder or toy with your fingers, especially when he got excited or nervous.

When the concert was about to start the people began to find their seats and Pedro and you finally sat down again as well.

"How are you, baby?" he asked stroking your back with his left hand.

"I'm very good, Pedro. But I want you to have a good time now without worrying about me. I'm good, really. And I'm even better when you're enjoying yourself so please do that now."

He lifted the corner of his mouth leaning with his forehead against your arm for a brief moment before adjusting in his seat. "I will."

And as it turned out, he did exactly that. The show was opened by Jimmy Fallon and while your personal highlight was Arcade Fire's performance of 'Heroes' Pedro absolutely lost it during Robyn's and David Byrne's rendition of 'Dancing on my own'.

You could only giggle and feel the butterflies in your tummy going insane while watching him record the performance with so much devotion that he almost seemed to tear up. How could you possibly love this man next to you more?

Towards the end of the show the two of you stopped sitting down and instead gave yourself to the music moving and dancing as if you were the only two people in this room. Your heart skipped a beat when Pedro held your hand during 'This Must Be The Place' toying with your engagement ring all while giving you these chocolate brown eyes of his that never failed to take you out.

If happiness could be defined by a moment it would definitely be this one, you thought and when the concert was over you still felt like you were on a cloud.

Your head was buzzing and Pedro didn't exactly do anything to help you leave your high.

"THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME," he screamed in your ear shaking your body by your arms.

"I KNOW," you answered equally excited and almost crushed under his weight when he threw himself in your arms. The two of you giggled and raved about the musical acts like teenage girls while leaving the building which turned out to take quite a long time as you were stopped by familiar faces every few seconds.

When you finally stepped out into the cold it was long past midnight and you greedily inhaled the fresh air feeling overwhelmed with the sudden silence. Well, it was still New York City and even at this time the air was filled with the sound of cars and chatter but your dizzy head seemed to finally get a moment of peace.

Pedro seemingly was swimming in his own thoughts as well, a dreamy wide smile on his face but his grip around your waist was firm. When the two of you entered the car, leaving the lights of the cameras of the papparazzi behind he clenched your hand.

"I fucking saw Robyn, y/n. And Nirvana. And Arcade Fire. What the fuck?"

You put your seatbelt on slowly feeling how your soul fully returned to your body and nestled up against Pedro's side.

"It was so amazing. I think I'm in love with St Vincent."

"That's okay but only because I think I'm in love with her too."

He held you the whole car ride back to your hotel. You exchanged a few words and expressions of excitement but the both of you seemed to be busy processing the concert at the same time. So a huge amount of the time you stared ahead of you replaying this incredibly evening and somehow trying to comprehend that it had actually happened.

Only when you arrived at the hotel did Pedro's attention shift again because while you walked through the lobby his hand on your hip traveled a little lower and you blushed nervously looking up to him.

"I tend to keep my promises, babygirl," he whispered against your hair and you cursed yourself for not even caring about the fact that someone could see you or even worse, take a picture of the two of you snuggled up like this. Instead your throbbing heat seemed to take control over your mind and your glossy eyes searched for his.

"I need you, baby," you said clenching his white shirt tightly to show him just how much.

"I know. And I'm gonna give you what you need. Trust me."

It wouldn't have been necessary for him to say this because obviously you knew what he was capable of making you feel. And yet his thoughts enhanced your desire for him even more and the last 20 meters to your hotel room felt like an eternity.

Once he had pulled you inside the room with him he quickly locked the door and then started to devour you like a wild animal. His lips were on yours, his hands all over your body and he was quick to press his knee between your legs knowing your body so damn well.

You wore a silk dress that revealed quite the amount of skin but of course it wasn't enough for Pedro so he slipped the straps of your dress over your shoulders pulling it down until your bare chest was revealed.

"You're telling me you didn't wear a fuckin' bra all night?" he growled against your forehead pressing you closer to the wall he had pushed you against.

"Pedro," you whined your arms entangled behind his back.

He smirked smugly enjoying the way he had you wrapped around his little finger. You were so incredibly responsive to his touch and the sound of his voice and he knew that not the largest movie role could give him a bigger ego-boost than your little sighs and whimpers that were only meant for him.

He kissed his way down to the swell of your breasts gently burying his teeth in your flesh so deep that he could feel you twitch but not so much so that he would seriously hurt you. When he started to take care of your nipples you threw your head back feeling grateful for the wall behind you and buried your hands in his hair that started to look more and more messy and curly the longer the two of you made out.

Not wanting to neglect your left breast his big hand took care of your other bud and enclosed it between his fingers which made you rock your core against his leg between your thighs.

"Pedro," you sighed again feeling almost too weak on your knees to stand but luckily he sensed it and steadied you by holding you by your waist.

"I know babygirl. I'm gonna make you feel so fuckin' good. 'Cause you deserve it. I love you so much and I want you to feel it."

This was probably the clostest to heaven you would ever reach because both his mouth and his hand was occupied with exploring your chest with so much delicacy that you felt like you were the most precious thing Pedro had ever held in his arms.

That was one of the attributes about him that you had fallen in love with first. The way he made his opposite feel as though they were the only and most important person for him. And he was especially good at doing so while devouring your body.

"You're so fucking pretty like this, baby. I don't know what I did to deserve all of this."

You widened your eyes because the question was what did you do to deserve this?

"I need you Pedro," you whimpered, seriously close to crying not only because of the gentleness of his words but also because you were so desperate to be closer to him, seeing and tasting every part of him while being utterly consumed by him.

"Patience, y/n."

Your nails lightly scratched over his shoulders hinting at the fact that you weren't in the mood to wait right now but he placed a messy kiss on your collarbone while soothingly caressing the side of your chest.

"I know, I know. Just lemme have a little more time with you, mhm? Afterwards I'll make you come as many times as you want, okay?"

You nodded because what else were you supposed to do? Were you supposed to deny him when he looked at you with these puppy eyes? You would probably agree to anything he was asking of you right now.

And so Pedro continued his explorations on your abdomen kissing and biting every inch of your skin. His big hands kneaded your flesh and rolled your buds between his fingers gifting you indescribable pleasure and if you hadn't been too fucked out already to articulate your words you probably would have repeatedly sighed his name over and over again.

His mouth additionally traced the outline of your breast and seeing this perfect man savouring you like you were the most beautiful and stunning creature he had ever laid his eyes on gave you more confidence than anything else in the world.

Soon, you had lost every sense for the passing time, he let go of you and guided you to the big bed in the middle of the room. Pedro gently pushed you on it but didn't immediately followed as he started to take off his shirt which he threw on the floor joining his jacket that he had already pealed off earlier. Then his pants followed and he eventually crawled, only wearing his boxers, on top of you.

You were mesmerized by his stunning body that you had seen more times than you could count and yet never failed to make you drool for him. His broad shoulders, the small waist and his muscular arms… Obviously he noticed the way you were staring and put a finger under your chin.

"Naughty girl…," he purred and then kissed you softly but pulled back way too soon.

"You're gonna let me eat that pussy?" he asked and you gulped feeling his hands on your hips. He was good at giving oral sex but you knew that in the kind of mood he was in tonight it would be sensational. Electrifying. You really were in for a ride.

Almost feeling scared of the reaction he would provoke in you you ran your hands through his hair.

"Yes, Pedro. Please," you whispered nevertheless and watched him make his way down your body.

He stopped at your stomach kissing the softness of your belly which made you giggle and then he pulled down your dress, took it off your body so the only thing separating him from what hid between your legs was your panties. He stroked your bare thighs looking at your body almost proudly as if he was dreaming about what would come now.

"Please. I really need it, Pedro, like really."

His eyes shot up to your face again and a smile formed on his face.

"Someone is a little impatient tonight."

You rolled your eyes though not entirely capable of hiding your inner peace.

"Someone is a teasing ass tonight."

That made him chuckle but he finally pealed off your underwear which you considered a success and you apprehensively pressed your legs together.

"You know you need to open your legs in order for me to make you feel good," he smirked gently and yet firmly parting your thighs. Then his eyes darkened at the sight of your pussy and you could hear his breath catching in his throat.

"Will you look at that…," he panted caressing the insides of your thighs. "The best fuckin' pussy I've ever tasted and smelled and touched."

The butterflies in your stomach were wakened once more and you blushed at his words. You couldn't believe that you had been anxious about him seeing, let alone eating your pussy at the start of your relationship just because your past partners had either not given you oral sex at all or expressed their dislike for it very clearly. But Pedro wasn't like them. He was absolutely crazy about making you come on his tongue and ever since you had let him dive between your thighs for the first time you realized what douchebags your exes had been.

You snapped back to reality when Pedro lowered his head and licked a strip from your hole up to your clit collecting your arousal and swallowing it with relish.

"For fuck's sake," he growled his eyes rolling back at your divine taste. "You're drippin', babygirl."

"Pedro, fuck… Please…," you whimpered already feeling like pudding beneath him.

This time he instantly followed your request, perhaps feeling addicted to your taste so much that he didn't care about teasing you anymore.

He wrapped his soft lips around your clit applying light pressure while circling his tongue around it, which was an intoxicating combination. Sometimes you believed that he knew your body better than you did because he seemed to know exactly where to touch you and when to go faster but if you slept with someone almost every day for more than 3 years you grew to know each other's likings and dislikings.

It didn't take you long until you realized that he was especially hooked tonight. He was always good, of course but tonight you felt like he was eating you alive. You wondered how he had the energy to get lost in you like this after having spent almost three hours dancing and exhausting himself at the concert but who were you to complain? It felt like he was trying to suffocate in your pussy and when he took your clit between his teeth to lightly nibble at it you let out a long whine.

"Fuckkkk," you whimpered gripping the bedsheets and feeling your toes curl.

"Ohh fuck, Pedro. S-So… fucking… good."

He smiled which you couldn't see and then started to circle your entrance with his pointer finger. His mouth didn't leave your clit for a second while he inserted his finger in you gently opening you up. He curled it just right and you choked on a moan.

"Please. Please, I need to…," you whined unable to finish the sentence but you honestly didn't know what you were even asking for.

"Yes, baby. I got you, you see? S'alright, I know what you need. Just listen to my voice and relax. I'll take care of you."

His voice was so soothing and mesmerizing that you allowed yourself to close your eyes. He really was taking care of you because minutes later you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm. He kitten-licked your clit now getting the hood that covered your little nub out of the way so it was even more intense for you. In the way your body tensed and your muscles tightened he was able to see that you were about to burst so he became faster.

"You're gonna cum for me, y/n? Gonna soak my face?"

You could only nod too focused on not letting out a shriek that was definitely not appropriate for an entire hotel to be heard and dug your fingers into his broad shoulders.

"Then come. Give it all to me, c'mon."

It was truly magical how you reached your high right at his words and arched beneath him.

"FUCK," you cried out buckling your hips and uncontrollably shook while he licked you through it.

"S'right. That's a good girl…"

The intense orgasm completely took you out and you needed a moment to collect yourself but once you did you realized how his touch had started to feel overwhelming.

"Pedro…," you whispered pulling at his strong arms.

"Feelin' a little overstimulated?" he asked raising his head from your cunt.

"Yes. But I need you now, please. Need you inside of me."

Pedro was more than happy with your request and crawled up to you again so your faces were on the same level.

"Yeah, you do?" he asked with flashing eyes and you couldn't wait to feel filled by him any longer so you wrapped your legs around his waist and crossed them behind is ass.

"Please. I want you so badly."

He looked down and your eyes followed him to where he pulled his boxers down to reveal his cock that stood hard against his stomach. The precum on his tip looked tempting and you were just about to demand to suck him off when he wrapped a hand around his shaft dragging the tip through your folds.

You instantly forgot everything and his dick quite literally took hold of your actions and thoughts. When he circled your aching clit your eyes rolled back and now you really were completely fucked out and at his mercy.

"Pedro…," you whispered almost feeling pathetic for begging him all the time but you really needed him now and he just couldn't make you wait any longer. Fortunately he finally released you from the torment and started to push into you with the tip.

"That's it… Oh jesus christ…," Pedro sighed his face drawn in pleasure.

"Breathe, sweetheart," he reminded you as he saw you staring up to him with eyes round as coins. "You're so fuckin' amazing, y/n. And you feel so goddamn good around me."

He was only with the tip inside but you already felt like it wouldn't take a lot more to make you come again so you applied pressure to his ass gesturing him to push deeper so the two of you could orgasm at the same time.

"I'm not gonna last long, babygirl, I'm sorry," he grunted in your ear his hands groping your right breast.

"S'okay," you managed to press out. "I won't either."

Pedro smiled softly and left kisses on your jaw while picking up the pace of thrusting in you. He still didn't go as deep as he could fearing that he might hurt you as he wasn't exactly small but it was enough to drive him dangerously close to the edge after an embarrassingly short amount of time.

Pedro swiftly reached down between your legs to search for your clit and started to rub you in messy circles so he wouldn't burst before you.

"Are you close, honey?" he breathed and you felt his thrusts getting sloppier.

"Yes. M'close, m'so fuckin' close."

He pushed inside of you three more times while stimulating your clit and then you came. You shrieked loudly and the feeling of your pussy clenching around him made him burst as well. Pedro let out a deep growl, collapsed on top of you and you felt his cum filling you up to the brim.

"Oh jesus fuckin' christ…," he moaned and bruied his face in your neck.

You on the other hand were powerlessly sprawled out underneath him enjoying the way his weight pressed you down into the mattress and soothingly ran your hands through his locks.

"That was so good, baby," you whispered and kissed his sweaty hair.

He didn't answer you but you were familiar with the way he always needed a moment to collect himself after a crushing orgasm like this. So you decided to shower him with the love your felt for him that was so intense currently that it almost cut off your breathing.

"I love you, Pedro. So so much. And I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. I want you by my side all the time, forever."

That was the point where he lifted his head glancing at you with wet eyes.

"How did I deserve you?" he asked for the second time tonight pretending to break down and cry and you cradled his head.

"C'mere," you whispered gesturing him to crawl up to you and pulled him in for a kiss.

"Pedro?" you asked against his lips after a while.

"Mhm?" he spoke sounding just as exhausted as you felt.

"I'm so tired. Can we just clean up tomorrow?"

He gently bit you bottom lip and caressed your cheek. "Of course. Just wanna sleep now."

With these words he rolled off you but was quick to embrace you again by moving your body around so your head could rest on his chest. When his hand began to stroke your hair you almost started to pur like a cat but you didn't find out whether you did because you fell asleep before it could happen.

~~~~~~~~~~

The two of you woke up late the next day which wasn't a surprise considering the concert had ended at around 1 am and instead of sleeping you had fucked afterwards.

So it was almost noon when you opened your eyes and glanced at Pedro to your left who was still fast asleep. You decided that the two of you deserved a lazy morning like this and moved over to him so you could crouch against his upper body. The sticky feeling between your legs reminded you of how you both had been too lazy last night to clean yourselves up but you were still not eager to leave Pedro so you pushed the thought of going to the bathroom away and instead inhaled his scent greedily.

You were able to dooze away for a couple of minutes again but were woken up when Pedro moved next to you and you smiled as he opened his eyes into yours.

"Mhmmmm… what's the time?" he asked and yawned open-mouthedly.

"Almost 12."

He sighed, but made no attempt to get up, instead grabbing your waist so that your body crashed against his.

"I just wanna stay here," he mumbled his eyes closed but you poked him in the side.

"You have a rehearsal later, baby."

His lips formed a pout and he opened his left eye. "I can skip it."

You smirked and kissed his ear while crawling on top of him.

"Yeah you can. But then I'm really curious to see how you're gonna do tomorrow."

Pedro let out a frustrated hum and took hold of your waist. "You can jump in for me."

You had to laugh at his morning-dizziness that almost made him act like he was high and pressed kisses on his neck.

"No one will notice, right?"

He shook his head finally opening his eyes and smiled at you. "No. Because we're basically the same person 'cause we're getting married, you know?"

"Mhm, yes, I know."

You leaned down to kiss his nose while your hand caressed the side of his face.

"Y/n?"

"Yes?"

Pedro closed his eyes again breathing steadily while you spoiled his face and neck with kisses.

"Where do you wanna get married?"

You chewed on your bottom lip and thought about your answer for a few seconds.

"I haven't really thought about it yet to be honest. Have you?"

He shook his head slightly moving up in the bed so he could pull you closer to his chest.

"No, not really. But if you could choose right now, what place would you pick?"

"Mhmm… You know that I'm a big Italy fan, right? Just imagine it. Italian coast preferably in autumn so it's not too hot. And then our families and friends and we could go take a swim in the ocean at night." You laughed and pinched his cheek. "Or we could do a karaoke night."

Pedro rolled his eyes and grimaced which only made you giggle harder.

"Don't remind me of it. I really don't know why I agreed to do it for SNL. I just don't get why people are doing it, I mean someone has written the song and sang it, why are people now ruining it by giving us their drunk version of it?"

You pretended to frown and stroked the hair out of his face. "You're not gonna be drunk while perfoming it, are you?"

"Well maybe I should be. Ohhh fuck, y/n why have I agreed to this?"

Pedro buried his head in your neck and dramatically shook your body while you soothingly ran your hands over his naked back.

"Shhhh. You got this. I know you do. And you're not terrible when it comes to singing. You might not have the perfect timing, but…"

He interrupted you by lifting his head and showing you the middle finger. You quickly took hold of his hand pushing it against his chest and seriously looked at him.

"What I was saying was… You might not have the perfect timing, but I know that you're gonna do amazing, Pedro, because you're incredible. And you have time to practice today which brings me to the next important matter: We need to get up now."

He let out a disapproving cry and was quick to roll the two of you over so you were trapped underneath him.

"No," he whispered and narrowed his eyes at you. "I'm not finished with my morning routine yet."

You laughed out placing your hands on his shoulders. "Your morning routine?"

Pedro nodded with an important look on his face.

"Of course. Don't you know that it gives stability to have a morning ritual?"

You bit your lip with relish as you felt his hand traveling up your waist.

"Is that so? What is your morning ritual then?"

Pedro answered you with a deep kiss that completely cut off your air supply and left you breathless once he pulled away.

"Now I'm finished," he smirked and rolled off you.

~~~~~~~~~~

The rest of the day was quite peaceful and eventless. Pedro ended up attending the rehearsal for the anniversary and returned to the hotel room when you had just started to read a book. His eyebrows were drawn together and dramatic as he was he dropped his head to his chest acting like he was crying.

"I messed up my entry a million times, y/n."

You put the book down stood up and pulled him into a hug. "Oh my love… I told you, the timing."

Pedro instantly pushed you away but couldn't hide the amusement on his face.

"Shut up. You don't know a thing about acting anyway," he prenteded to sulk and crossed his arms in front of his chest which made you laugh.

"How was it apart from your failure?" you then asked with flashing eyes. Pedro ignored your teasing and nodded while sitting down on the bed.

"It was good. I mean you know, I don't particulary enjoy karaoke but it was still fun. I was happy to see Marcello again and Sabrina was also very nice so, yeah. I think it's gonna be fine. I hope so."

"It will be fine, Pedro," you said insistently and truly meant it. "And even if you make a mistake it doesn't matter. This is the anniversary and it's supposed to be fun for everyone. No one's gonna care if you, I don't know, mess up the timing once or twice. Really."

He nodded again pulling you towards him by your hips until you stood between his legs.

"You're right. Somehow you're always right. How do you do it?"

You smirked and only now noticed how gorgeous he looked despite being exhausted from rehearsal.

"Keep talking, baby."

Pedro's hand were suddenly on your ass squeezing you softly which made your smile deepen. He was such a flirt and it sometimes drove you mad.

"Seriously though, we're gonna do what you wanna do tonight. I want you to relax. Even if it means watching an old film in bad quality on your iPad because you can't stream on Netflix on the hotel TV."

Pedro chuckled pushing you even closer to him until you lost your balance and landed on his lap.

"You're givin' me ideas, baby."

"If that's what you wanna do, let's do it."

And so the two of you actually spent the night watching 'Dirty Dancing' probably for the sixth time. You fell asleep once towards the end but woke up again before Pedro could even notice and then afterwards his hand on your thigh drove you insane but you didn't initiate anything as he was probably too tense and nervous to relax.

Tonight you went to bed early which you thought was exactly what the both of you needed and so you didn't fight the sleep creeping up on you as the sun hadn't even touched the horizon yet.

~~~~~~~~~~

The next day Pedro woke up early which was no wonder considering how stressed he was about his SNL performance. You didn't mind being waken up by his restlessly shifting body and although you had problems keeping your eyes open you decided to get up as well while Pedro took on his bathrobe.

"When are Coco and Julia gonna be here?" you asked rubbing over your tired eyes.

"They said they would be at the hotel at 4 pm I think. But I'm gonna check again."

"Alright," you yawned and opened your phone answering a few messages.

The both of you were still very tired so you didn't exchange a lot of words, well-aware of the fact that you just needed a few minutes of silence so you could properly wake up until you were fully ready for the day.

Despite feeling so excited and nervous Pedro knew about your habits and granted you these peacful minutes before the two of you decided to have breakfast downstairs.

It turned out to be a relaxed and beautiful meal, sipping on your cappucino while the sun shone inside despite the cold weather. Yet you worriedly watched your fianée only taking small bites from his pancake which made you speak up at some point.

"Pedro, you have to eat. You're gonna need the energy."

"I know," he sighed tapping with his finger on the table. "But I feel like I'm too anxious."

That made you take his hand and you traced his tattoo just like you always did when you attempted to make him calm.

"There's no need to be scared, baby. You practiced the skits, you are so fucking talented and they're gonna help you with the words if you forget. And you know that all these people performing with you love you and they're gonna try and make you feel comfortable. And I don't know if that helps but I'll be in the audience and I'm gonna cheer for you."

Your words elicited a smile from him and he stared down to where your hands were locked.

"It helps. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Both your rings reflected the incoming sunrays and you watched them taking in their beauty. You felt amazed and excited every time your eyes fell upon the ring because it still was so surreal to be engaged to him. Not in a way that you felt appalled or rejecting but more in a state of disbelief. You had been dating him for more than three years now, getting to know every aspect of his personality and had grown to love him like you had never loved someone before. And now he was engaged to you because he claimed to enjoy your presence just as much as you did his. It was simply perfect.

"You're never gonna know 'cause I'll always be with you," you replied to his previous words and blared your teeth. "Oh and besides, another important point: You already hosted SNL and you were absolutely incredibly and so we know that you can do it."

"Yeah but do we…?" he scoffed lifting his eyebrows playfully.

"Yes we do. Just promise me that you'll try and have fun. Because then it's gonna be a success."

He nodded looking like he truly appreciated your words for once and thoughtfully moved his thumb to his mouth.

"Once again, I don't know how you always know what to say."

You leaned back in your chair crossing your arms in front of your chest and shrugged your shoulders.

"90 percent of the time I don't know either. Or let's say 80."

Pedro curved the corner of his lips glancing at you with those brown eyes that you wished you could sink into.

~~~~~~~~~~

Pedro and you spent the morning reading and listening to music as there simply wasn't enough time to really do something like going to the city. Then around 4 pm his stylists Julia und Coco arrived and started to take care of the both of you. It was always fun to have the two of them around and you didn't mind sitting still in your chair at all as you were getting well entertained.

You now wore a green gown and a matching scarf around your neck that highlighted your red lips. You looked elegant and classy, you found and had to smile when your pupils danced over your reflection in the mirror. Pedro was currently in the other room getting ready and you couldn't wait to see him all dressed up.

You had to be patient for another 30 more minutes until you heard steps coming closer and you sat up in your chair turning your head to the door to the other room.

When Pedro opened it your eyes lightened up and time seemed to be frozen for a brief moment. He looked handsome, like a literal dream.

Pedro wore a brown suit and a light brown seater underneath. The colours went perfectly with his hair and skin tone and you thought that you probably wouldn't get bored staring at him for the rest of your life. But now Pedro seemed to want to see something himself and gestured you to stand up.

"Let me take a look at you, honey." You rose up twirling for him while giving him a shy smile. Pedro's eyes softened and before you could register him coming closer his arms were around your back.

"You look fucking amazing. For god's sake, I don't know how to concentrate on anything that isn't you tonight."

You hid your face in his neck that smelled of his favourite perfume holding back tears of happiness.

"So do you, baby. You're gorgeous."

You got lost in time and only slowly pulled away from each other when Pedro's publicist cleared her throat.

"Sorry to interrupt. But we need to get going soon."

He pressed one last kiss to your cheek and then watched you proudly running his hands over your sides.

"Of course. I think we're ready."

Minutes later you found yourself in the car again next to your fiancée just like you had before the homecoming concert.

You simply couldn't take your eyes off him, he really was glowing tonight and the drive to the studio flew by. Outside you were greeted with even more flashing lights than two nights ago and you almost wanted to cover your eyes from the photographers.

Your heart pounded loudly being well-aware that your engagement would be obvious now at latest. The two of you proudly wore your rings and right now it seemed like every newpaper in the world would have a photo of you on their front pages tomorrow.

Pedro tightly held your hand and you weren't certain if he did it to comfort you or seek comfort from you but either way you were happy about it and ran your thumb over his knuckles. The two of you waved to the papparzzi letting them take their pictures and then you were led inside by his publicist, Anna.

Inside the whole procedure started again with what seemed like a million cameras capturing every gesture and twitch of your eyes and soon your mouth hurt from smiling so much.

Of course Pedro was a lot more interesting to the papparazzi and interviewers than you and you let him take the spotlight with pleasure. You smiled watching him on the red carpet so the photographers could take a few pictures with him alone and then waited while he gave a couple of interviews.

You really hoped he knew how much he deserved all of this. Not just because he was an incredible actor and entertainer but also because he worked so hard to get here. You didn't even pay attention to anyone else on the red carpet although there were the most famous people in the world walking past you because you only had eyes for Pedro. Your loving perfect Pedro. The one who had turned your life upside down three years ago and the one you wanted to get old with.

You saw how he scratched his nose at one point during an interview and couldn't help but think that it was intentional as the engagement ring was on display for the camera to catch it. He had also shown it off very clearly on the red carpet putting his hand on his hip so the whole world would find out that he was with you. Suddenly it was you who asked herself what you had done to deserve him.

When Pedro was done after a couple of minutes he quickly walked over to you and offered you his arm which you gladly took. Anna guided the two of you further until you passed the famous glambot which he did as well and then you finally found yourselves in front of the SNL stage.

Of course you would have loved to enjoy the show snuggled up against his shoulder but as that wasn't possible Pedro quickly pulled you in for a hug pressing kisses to your head.

"I'm sorry but I think I have to leave already. Hair and makeup, you know… Will you be okay?"

You smiled cupping his face and once again admired his beauty.

"Of course, baby. I can't wait to see you on stage. And once again, you got this. I'm already so fucking proud of you and there's absolutely no reason for you to be stressed, okay? We're all here to celebrate and have fun and even it something goes wrong please don't beat yourself up. But it doesn't matter anyway because you'll do amazing. Just try to enjoy it and don't think too much about it."

He nodded at you with these puppy eyes that made you want to squeeze his face but this definitely wasn't the time and place for it right now so you just kissed him one last time goodbye and then he left to go backstage where it certainly was a lot more stressful than here in the audience.

You passed the time with chatting to both people you knew and didn't know and you had so much fun that you didn't even notice the place getting more crowded. You met people you had never even dreamt of seeing in real life such as Jenna Ortega whom you repeatedly told how much you loved her in 'Wednesday' or Scarlett Johansson who from now on would probably be one of your favourite people in the world as your conversation felt so natural from the start. She hugged you in the end telling you how much she was looking forward to seeing you more frequently from now on glancing at your engagement ring and you felt the heat rising in your face.

When the show finally started you already felt high on your emotions very exhilarated and at peace at the same time.

You enjoyed Steve Martin's monologue, laughed at the first skits of the night and then it was finally time for Pedro's first appearance of the night so you dug your nails into the palms of your hands holding your breath.

Of course he did amazing. You noticed how he actually messed up the opening line just as he had predicted which you reacted to with widened eyes but he managed to keep going and in your opinion delivered a hilarious performance. You laughed and almost lost it when he had his reunion with Marcello and clapped and cheered loudly at the end.

Pedro seemed to search for you in the crowd as his eyes were dancing over the ranks and as you fortunately weren't seated too high up he spotted you and gave you wide smile that gave away how he relieved he was.

You returned the smirk and to show him how proud you were you blew him a kiss which he reacted to with a cheeky wink of his eye. Then the show proceeded so Pedro left the stage with the other actors which meant you had to wait now for his second skit.

It was a great show, you really had to admit that and you felt perfectly entertained watching all of these actors and singers putting their talents to show. But in the end it was Pedro you were here for so when his second skit was about to start you straightened up once again balling your hands into fists, muscles tensing.

You were nervous for him although you were telling yourself there was no reason for it. The performance turned out to be absolutely incredible and you couldn't hold you laughter for a moment.

Not only did Pedro do it flawlessly, no, you were also in awe of Woody Harrelson, Kate McKinnon and Meryl Streep and their ways of delivering their lines. You laughed tears, shook your head at the ridiculousness and genius of the jokes and even stood up in the end to show how impressed you were.

You even took a mental note to watch every single skit there was that included Kate McKinnon because she really had blown you away.

This time Pedro didn't have the time to make eye contact with you but you nevertheless followed his figure leaving the stage and exhaled loudly. He made it and he had done a hell of a job.

You couldn't wait to tell him how proud of him you were but first there were a lot more skits and musical performances to come so you once again relaxed and watched the show with a stupid smile on your face that just didn't seem to leave your face for a second these past days.

When the whole cast and guest performers appeared on stage in the end you finally saw Pedro again and rose to your feet alongside the other audience members. The cheers and clapping didn't seem to stop and a warmth spread throughout your body thinking about how wholesome and beautiful this whole night had been.

But now there was only one thing on your mind and that was to finally jump in Pedro's arms and never let him go again. And so as soon as the cameras were turned off and the celebrities seated around you started to move you swiftly gathered your jacket and purse and rushed down the stairs of the rang.

Pedro had seemingly already waited for you because he had opened his arms widely embracing you firmly while spinning you around. Neither of you initiated ending the hug so you enjoyed each other's warmth while you whispered sweet things in his ear.

"You did so amazing, Pedro. I loved it so much and you were so so incredible. I loved every fucking minute."

He pulled away a little to look at your face and formed his lips in a pout. "Thank you, y/n," he said clearly emotional and stroked the side of your head.

"But I messed up. Just as I said I would."

You strictly raised your finger lifting your eyebrows in a serious manner.

"No one cares. And don't you start with this now. It was a hilarious skit and you starting a little too early doesn't change anything about it."

He pressed your face to his neck swinging the two of you slightly.

"If you say so… It really was fun to be honest. But I was sooo nervous before, you won't believe it."

"But you did it. And I'm proud of you."

Pedro once again pursed his lips. "Thank you. This means so much to me. And I don't know how I would've done all of this without you."

In the way his voice broke you sensed that he was on the verge of crying and it made you tear up as well. Pedro quickly blinked them away pulling you in for yet another hug and then you stood like this for you didn't know how long but when you ended the hug a lot of people had already left the stage.

"Hotel?" you asked never having felt more content in your life.

"Hotel," he answered tightly gripping your hand and pulled you with him.

[gurugirl]

crime boss!harry x law student!reader

New series out now on Patreon!

Series Summary: Y/n's a fresh face in London, attending law school to get her barrister's license. Harry's the man who runs a successful criminal enterprise, part of the city's dark and secretive underworld. The Life is everything to him until he meets Y/n. This is the story of how they met and how their worlds are both turned upside down when they can't seem to stay away from one another.

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… one of the biggest crime syndicates in London. The leader of the Styles Family organization was arrested in the exclusive neighborhood of Kensington in front of dozens of residents this morning. Locals are asking what this means for their businesses and for their privacy…

Chapter 1 Teaser | the meet cute

Hushed whispers all around had her glancing in every direction as a pair of luxurious black oxfords draped in tailored black slacks stepped in front of her. Arching her neck to look up, she noted a custom three-piece suit filled out by a tall, powerfully lean body, and as she slid her sight up to his face, she was taken by the man's features more than anything. He resonated power and danger, and she couldn't stop staring. Overdressed for a house party, yes, but magnificent and male and gorgeous? Also yes. A resounding yes.

He sank into a graceful crouch until they were at eye-level. Y/n was momentarily stunned, unmoving, unblinking… His eyes captured her gaze, and his brows cinched together as a scorching intrigue washed over his expression. His magnetism seemed to expand the longer she stared into his jade-green eyes, and the levity of his apparent importance weighed down on her. She didn't know who he was, but she knew he was someone valuable.

Shifting, she tried to blink and look away, but her balance was lost. He quickly reached to steady her, big hands holding her by her bare arms so she didn't fall flat to her ass.

"Are you okay?" His voice was deep and smooth, with a rasp that instantly had her stomach wound in knots. It was evident that he was a man to whom people listened. The kind you didn't say no to.

Blinking, she nodded and finally freed her gaze from his as she looked down at his designer ensemble. All black. The shirt, the tie, the vest, the suit. He looked dangerous. He looked divine.

When he was sure she was steady, he let go of her arms and reached for her things that had fallen from her bag, scooping a handful of items up. She noted he had thick, expensive-looking rings on his fingers and wore a nice watch on his wrist. Pushing her purse toward her, he dropped a few things into it and looked over her school ID before passing it to her.

Taking her purse and ID, they stood simultaneously. He smiled at her as if unaffected while she was reeling inside from the interaction. She mimicked his smile in response, still having not uttered a word to the man yet.

His eyes were hard to look away from. She felt drawn, as if a rope had bound her waist, and he was slowly, imperceptibly pulling it toward himself.

"You sure you're alright?" His sight coasted down over her dress, freeing her eyes once again from his provocative gaze. Her brain lolled back into gear as she licked her lips that had suddenly gone dry.

Nodding, she finally spoke, "I'm fine. Just clumsy."

It was the way he ran his tongue over his lips slowly, or it was the dimple when his smile grew lopsided, or it was his green eyes melding with hers that had her heart skittering and skewing her equilibrium.

Her face heated when he touched her again, the tips of his fingers pressing into the top of her arm, moving her to the side like he owned her. She had the sense that he did, though. That he might own everything and everyone in that room they stood in.

Removing his fingertips from her arm, he held his hand toward her. "I'm Harry."

"Harry…" She watched his pink lips part the slightest as she spoke his name back to him, placing her hand into his, and immediately, sex came to mind. Primal, sheet-gripping, filthy sex. Blinking her thoughts away, she smiled. "I'm Y/n."

She let him guide their handshake before he slid his palm away. "Yes. Y/n who's enrolled in UCL. What's your major?"

"Yeah… How did you know?"

He laughed softly; even his laugh exuded influence and control. "Your school ID."

"Right. Yes. The one you handed to me because it fell out of my purse." She shook her head and let her eyes line up with his again. She felt silly for letting a man reduce her brain to mush like that. She was too intelligent to be acting like that, and yet there she was melting repeatedly at just a glance of his eyes. "I'm working toward getting a barrister's license. Going for my LLB."

He nodded. "Law. Smart girl. And where are you from, Y/n? Clearly, you're not a local."

She puffed out a breathy laugh and blinked her eyes. "I'm from the U.S. Just moved to London a little over a month ago, actually."

"And how's London treating you so far?" He tucked his hands away into his front pockets as he stared down at her. There was something about him that had all her senses stimulated. One part of her was ringing a bell of warning, telling her to run in the opposite direction. But another part of her was too enthralled to break their contact just yet. Besides, she had the feeling that if she had run, he'd chase her down and make her regret that choice.

"It's been pretty good. I haven't seen a whole lot yet. Mostly just getting myself situated, and now that school's in, I'm kind of busy."

"I can only imagine how much work must go into that course of study. It's good you've made time to have a little fun tonight. Fun is important. Who are you here with?"

"My roommate Victoria and her boyfriend, Nicholas. He said that this party was for his boss. I'm just tagging along."

He did it again, licked his lips as he kept his eyes pinned to hers. She swallowed to wet her throat. Maybe it was the air in the room drying everything out so that they had to keep licking their lips. "Are you drinking anything?"

"No. I've got to study tomorrow. Big test on Monday."

A red-headed guy suddenly approached. "Boss, congratulations. I know the circumstances with your dad might be—"

"Consider your audience right now, Ben," Harry cut off the young man before he could finish his sentence, looking at Y/n and then back at the man he'd called Ben.

Realization covered Ben's face as he glanced at Y/n and nodded. "Sorry. You're right. Wasn't thinking. Um…"

"We'll catch up tomorrow afternoon," Harry said.

Ben smiled at Y/n and gave her a brief nod before he walked off, and she turned her attention back to Harry. "So, you're the boss?"

"I am." The satisfied smile on his face shouldn't have been as attractive as it was. Y/n wasn't usually into overly confident men with big egos, but there was something about Harry that told her he could back it all up. He'd earned that ego.

"No wonder you're dressed so fancy." She grinned.

"Everyone here is dressed nicely."

Y/n gestured at him. "But not this nice. You're…" She trailed off, not knowing exactly how to finish her sentence.

"I'm what?" He grinned.

You're gorgeous, and your suit fits like you were standing naked in front of angels as they draped fine fabric over your strong frame and customized every tailored inch.

"Just… you're dressed a lot nicer than everyone here is all. Like, a lot more formal."

And she wouldn't mention it, but she had picked up something between Ben and Harry in their brief exchange. There was a secret, or at least there was something Harry didn't want Y/n to know as he'd cut the guy off from finishing what he was saying. She realized she was an outsider, but it did have her curious. Though with Harry, she wouldn't push. He didn't seem like the type to be an open book or who would appreciate a cross-examination. Which only made him that much more intriguing. A man with secrets. And power. The boss.

"Either you're telling me I have good taste or that I'm too stuffy. Hopefully, the former."

A soft laugh bubbled from her mouth as she blinked and looked down at his shoes again. "I would say you have great taste." She looked back up at him. "You don't seem stuffy."

Not stuffy, no. But dangerous, perhaps.

He nodded as he dragged his irises over her dress again. To her, the dress she had on was quite nice. It hadn't been a cheap thing at all, but standing there next to Harry, she was put to shame by how sharply he was dressed. Then again, he was putting everyone in that room to shame.

"Thank you. I like to think I have good taste. And not just in clothing."

She lifted her brows and felt her pulse thrumming in her throat. He could have been referring to his good taste in cars, art, movies, music… but the way his pupils caressed her skin, she became abundantly aware that this man would be getting whatever he wanted, even if that meant her.

She breathed a laugh out of her nose at her ridiculous internal dialogue. Wishful thinking. There was no way someone like Harry was interested in someone like her. She looked around to disengage and ground herself. She was letting her thoughts get away from her.

Y/n noticed how some of the guests were watching them. Eyes lingered on him and then on her briefly. Where before Harry had approached, no one gave her a second glance, now curious gazes tarried between them and just like that, her existence was being analyzed by strangers.

Even with the unwanted attention, her focus was on the tall, important man next to her. He was so elegant and enticing, but just under the surface, there was something severe… something ruinous. Whatever it was, he wasn't bothered to hide the vicious parts of himself completely. And maybe that was on purpose. A warning to anyone that might cross him that there was more than meets the eye. The way the alpha predator makes it known to other predators that he is not one to be fucked with.

. .

If drama, angst, and heavy action are your thing, you might enjoy this new series! xoxo

[lokipokey]

࣪𖤐.ᐟ — there’s just something about putting gojo and nanami in the challengers threesome situation that i simply cannot resist so lest us fret and let us feast

the chase was always the fun part. that back and forth banter between you and your counterpart — pushing them past their breaking point as you saunter away time and time again because they'd always come back for more. you knew how to lure. and you were divine at it. so much so that it was even a foundation of your cursed technique. the chase was something you lived for. those moments of feeling ever so high, especially alongside the horrors of the profession of sorcery, was what got you through the day. it was elementary, really. a good work crush could solve everything.

satoru gojo was too easy. you had him wrapped around your finger the moment you met him. even if he was just as quick-witted and could send your shit right back at you, at the snap of your fingers he was your dog and he’d sit down and listen. the eye and admiration of kento nanami, on the other hand, was your prized possession, something you learned you had to earn. nanami was your work in progress. he puts up a fight to remain the epitome of calm, cool, and collected. he’d never allow himself a crush in the workplace. the profession of sorcery was too serious. but from the moment the two of you met in school, unbeknownst to you, he quickly realized you were different. kento nanami saw everything he needed to know in the way you carried yourself as a sorcerer. despite his usual indifference to people in general, you grew on him pretty quickly. it was something he kept to himself. you’d been etched on his heart ever since.

the pair were polar opposites. the egotistical asshole and the stoic gentleman. two of your colleagues that shared nothing in common. you laughed to yourself in your head. that wasn't all true. they did share one thing.

that’s why you almost didn't know what to do with yourself now that you had them both here on the end of the bed, sitting on either side of you, so close your outer thighs pressed flat against either of theirs.

it was dead silent, aside from the shallow breaths. the tension in the air so thick you could choke on it. you could feel both sets of eyes on you as you sat there facing straight ahead. they didn't dare move, not without your say.

with a release of your breath, you ran your hands down either of their thighs, trailing a reassuring rub back and forth with a gentle squeeze of either knee. both men faltered at your simple touch. they were antsy, thanks to you, and unapologetically desperate. anything from you and they'd come undone. filthily shameless, too, both of them— neither giving a single fuck that the other is there. anything they can get from you, they'll take with open arms. even in the presence of the other.

it dumped fuel on your fire.

your eyes flitted over to your right, meeting nanami's hazel gaze, taking a moment to yourself to revel in the piercing look before taking his face in your hands and pressing your lips to his. as if he was a delicate thing, despite the strapping size of him. his big strong arms closing in on your frame as they find either side of your ribcage and hold you there with him. as if you would saunter away at any given moment. his lips matched yours in a soft, passionate dance, with a deep-rooted passion that had begged to see the light of day for so long now that was finally allowed to burn. it was achingly sweet, filled with an unrecognizable desire and warmth from the reserved man. you re-met his lips again and again and again, each reunion needier than the last. his hands strained around your frame, his hold so firm like he was making a claim of you.

gojo was genuinely tweaking on the left of you. he needed your attention, now. needed your pretty eyes on him and somewhere to put his restless hands. watching you kiss nanami like your life depended on it shamelessly had his dick hard, waiting his turn so patiently that you'd give it to him just as good if not better. you were playing with him, right? making him be the one to wait and prove he's a good boy so you'd reward him? god, he fucking hoped so. because he wasn't so sure how long he could last being good with a sight as pornographic as the one set out in front of him.

silently gojo’s fingers grazed the top of your left thigh, grabbing at it lightly, like he was reminding you that he was still there.

you swiftly snatched his anxious hand and held it to your center, holding it there against your ribs without breaking the kiss you were preoccupied with. you hummed in response to both of them, one for praise and one for patience.

you're slow to release nanami's face from your hand, drawing back from his hold. his eyes lock to yours in an instant, pupils so blown with lust you almost didn’t recognize him. you couldn't help the smile that tugged ever so lightly at the corners of your mouth, getting off on that fucking look he's giving you. the way it said everything for him. he was utterly submitted; without hesitation, he was at your mercy.

breaking nanami's gaze, you flip to gojo, who gasps at your full attention. your grin has taken over your lips at the sight of him— the tension holding his shoulders taut and completely upright, the sweat adorning his forehead, his baby blues a shade so bright you nearly squint just to have a longer look. you were torturing this poor man. you could feel him impatiently waiting his turn from beside you the entire time, but that's why he needed it.

you knew how to work your boys up so well. you also knew gojo couldn't handle it. he didn't have the self-restraint, not when it came to you.

his hands had already jumped the gun, trailing your thighs up til he hit your hips where they locked on, digging his fingertips in, his eyes boring into yours as he remained still as his chest heaved in shallow breaths. waiting for your word — for your initiative — and you caught it, holding still there in the moment for just a second too long just to revel in his anticipation before leaning in, ever so slowly, until your lips hovered in front of his. those bright eyes left yours to steal a glance down at your parted, panting lips, wordlessly begging you to close the gap. he knew better than to do it himself, as much as he yearned to.

but toying with your boys was what you did best.

you inched the last inch closer, just barely grazing his lips when that soft grin fought its way back to your lips and you whispered, "are you sure your infinity is turned off—"

"for fuck's sake—"

gojo crashed his mouth to yours, not able to control himself any longer. and you oblige, letting him take control as he grabs you into a tight embrace, one hand clutching the back of your neck and the other wrapping around to press you further into him at center of your back. anything to get you closer to him. a place he could finally have you and keep you in. the kiss was rottenly sweet, despite the torment you put him through. he can't keep still, trailing his hands to your face, caressing it as you make quick work of his tongue. you knew he'd need more of you after the teasing, your efforts making him moan raggedly into your mouth.

your right hand dragged up his front to rest delicately at his jaw, grasping it with force at your fingertips. there was a want with every press of his lips, desire coating every flick of his tongue. doing everything he’d been dying to do since he first laid eyes on you.

you paused your fit of passion when a another smile graced your lips. gojo pulled back to look at your face, those baby blues studying your features as his saliva-glossed lips hung parted as he panted to regain his breath.

you caught nanami off guard when you flicked your attention back to him for another kiss, but he returned it with matching energy. gojo pressed his chest up into your back, cupping at your breasts through your shirt, lips connecting with your neck as he peppers soft wet kisses along it. you flicked back to gojo, redirecting his lips to yours again and he gladly obliges. nanami's hands found either side of your ribcage from behind as he buries his face in your neck, breathing in your hair like he was committing it to memory. you flicked back and forth until you had your hands at the back of their heads, drawing them closer and closer to you in the center until you closed the gap between them right before your line of vision, and watch as you press their lips together.

they’re so lost in the moment they don’t react how you might have expected them to react given any other circumstance. your wide-eyed stare can't be broken from the sight. frozen there, you can only watch as the two men go at it. it's ravenous, leaving you slack jawed as you fought to regain your breath. their hands are a blur — in a fit of pure chaos darting from place to place — running through one another's hair to clutching at your thighs to grasping at each other's throats. you're lost in the trance that is this, caving backward to lean on your elbows against the bed, cunt throbbing at the scene set before you. admiring your boys, bonding over the one thing they agree on.

as they made work of each other, several seconds passed as your mind raced with the possibilities now laid out before you. in that very moment, you closed your eyes to release a sharp, relieving breath, and then flicked them open.

the chase had just begun.

“i better head out,” your voice startled the both of them out of the fit of passion they were lost in, both flicking their heads to you to give you their full attention, eyes wide at your statement.

dumbfounded words of protest at your suddenly announced departure began tumbling from their mouths, though you were quick to cut it off.

“it’s getting late. we’ve gotta be up early to finish the mission. wouldn’t wanna ruin your beauty sleep,” you grinned at the pair as you rose up from between them on the bed, them remaining frozen there as you sauntered to the door, sending one last glance back to drink in the same stunned expression on both their faces, “see you bright and early, boys.”

[aakaneeee]

Love is presented in many ways throughout Alien Stage: For Mizi and Sua, it's codependent, romantic to a worrying extent. For Ivan and Till, it's one sided, unrequited, and painful.

And for Hyuna and Luka, it's a curse.

Not only a curse, but one that haunts them. Jacob once told Hyuna to "Forgive yourself", which, to her, was misplaced. She could have forgiven herself. It was Luka who she couldn't forgive. But, in the end, she couldn't fulfill the legacy. She couldn't forgive herself for loving Luka. She couldn't forgive Luka for killing who she loved. And so, what did she do? She passed on the legacy.

The words "Forgive yourself" didn't help her. They built who she was, but in the worst possible way. She couldn't take his words, because she didn't consider herself the culprit, but the one she resented.

She told this curse, "Forgive yourself" again. She told them to Luka, sentence that almost sounded mocking on her lips. She couldn't have died before because she had to keep moving forward, but now, the pressure wasn't on her shoulders anymore.

She loves Luka, of course she does. But she cannot possibly forgive him. She knows he doesn't realize the suffering he inflicts. It's ironic, he's so unbearably smart, solving puzzles in a matter of seconds, but he doesn't know how to take in the real world, and the feelings of the ones around him, the most important 'puzzle' of them all. So, she gives him the biggest dilemma of his life. It's harsh, cruel, messed up in every sense. It's the puzzle she knew he could never solve, because she herself, who knew humanity, couldn't. Hyuna knew Luka loved her more than himself. And Hyuna cared for Hyunwoo more than for herself. Luka killed Hyunwoo, and so, Hyuna repaid him with the same coin, an eye for an eye. With an act that is the ultimate sacrifice, and the ultimate revenge.

As I have said, Hyuna knew the love he had for her, beyond the limits of his own body. She must've known how much her act would destroy his world: a fate worse than death. Her kind tone, telling him to take as much time as he needs to solve the newfound question she has proposed in such an ugly way, appears almost taunting.

And the way she holds him in her arms, purposefully close, and looks into his eyes, makes it just so much more painful. And yet, when she speaks her soul, passes everything she was carrying on her shoulders, over to him, her face is hidden away, buried in his shoulder. She's free. She finally had her revenge. She can forgive him, and then herself, even though the price was destroying him, without building him up again. Leaving him like pieces of a puzzle that never got solved. She's been cruelly betrayed, and she, even more cruelly, fed him his own medicine.

Hyuna is haunted by both Hyunwoo and Luka, similar to how Mizi is haunted by Sua. Hyunwoo brings the horror aspect: the bloodied blouse and head, while Luka has the smile that Sua has in the imaginations. The two people she loved most: the one who couldn't forgive her because she didn't get to apologize, and the one she didn't forgive. It's all so incredibly complex: she hates and loves, she resents and adores. Hyuna can't pick anymore. We're shown that she's such an active person, sociable, loving, having a whole group of humans just like her, and yet, we're told that she thinks all of them are selfish, even if they seem altruistic. She doesn't trust them, it seems it's a facade. In this, Luka and Hyuna are similar, but divided by the fact he wants to conceal his emotions, and she wants to make them more visible.

This page, specifically, made me click MiziSua and HyuLuka together. They look scarily alike. The same lovey-dovey expression, versus the distressed one of the lover, even the slight glow that Luka has is similar. I think this is meant to show that they still depend on each other, despite the fact that Hyuna seems to resent him so much.

Hyuna says Luka doesn't know the meaning of love. That the only thing he's ever shown, the only thing he genuinely knows, is suffering, and that his abilities basically stop at inflicting the same. (At least, emotional ones.) This is a parallel to Ivan, in my opinion, who didn't know love either, but he liked the idea of it. Instead, Luka loved with everything he had, even though he had no idea what it truly was. His love is obsessive, and somehow, so impossibly innocent at the same time. Because in a way, he's still a child. When he sees Hyuna, he becomes immature again, his facade of control dissipating into thin air. He mocked Mizi for her inability, but he's even worse.

According to his ear monitor, his heart was beating out of his chest. He could hear his own erratic heartbeat. It's painful, how happy he was, how excited, to be in her arms again. And yet, despite the love, the embrace was just as much of revenge.

Ever since Wiege, we've seen Luka smile so much. Just for him to never truly smile again.

I am a fan of the gentleness that Hyuna treats young Luka with. She seems awfully attached to the image of that innocence she knew. But it's not like Mizi's idea of Sua, the perfect one. It's an image she can't bear seeing again. "I couldn't stand seeing myself on those posters, because I knew exactly the face the you'd have. Yes, I bet you were smiling ear to ear." We've only seen him like this for the first time, but to her, it was so familiar, even years apart, she still knew.

Another thing I have noticed is that Hyunwoo's grave is right infront of a tree, almost separated from the others, just the way Luka was sitting before Hyuna found him. Now, this time, Hyunwoo lost Hyuna, and he's forever forced to be lonely in the garden he'll never grow out of.

Hyuna wanted to give Luka a rubik's cube he wouldn't be able to solve, something difficult. A rubik's cube can represent human nature, who Luka seems to have mastered completely. But Hyuna finally manages to postpone him: the puzzle is herself.

And in the end, after Hyuna's body goes limp, he finally manages to take her in his arms. He promised that there, she'd be safe, but he didn't manage to keep her that way. And suddenly, the words "My Savior" from Ruler of my Heart are awfully true.

[frannyzooey]

Short Days, Long Nights One Shot

Joel Miller x f!reader

Rating: soft, soft, soft

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It doesn’t always line up like this, but for once, it has. 

June is at the neighbors house for the night (which, when you think about the concept alone for too long, you get emotional), Hank has been scooped up by his uncle for a little “man to man time”, and Dolly is (blessedly) down for the afternoon. 

The domestic stars aligning, you crawled into bed to soothe your ankles, which were getting bigger every day.  

“What are you doin’ in here, sweet girl?”

Joel leans against the doorway of the bedroom, just back from patrol. His curls are wayward and his scruff is a bit long and the hair on his chest peeks out above the collar of his flannel, just above where his arms are crossed. He looks tired, but soft. Relaxed, now that he’s home.

You gesture at your ankles. “Resting these enormous things.”

He chuckles, his boots softly thumping against the wooden floor as he makes his way to your bedside. Sitting down, the mattress dips under his weight, and you roll to your side, making room. 

“You feelin’ okay?” he asks, soothing a large hand over your bump. His fingers splay across the mound, and you place your own hand over his. 

“Yea,” you sigh. “Just tired.”

His hand skates down your leg to your ankle, and he wraps his hold around the swollen flesh, gently kneading. He stays quiet, and for a peaceful moment, there is just sunlight pouring in through your curtains, a soft cloud of a bed underneath your aching body, and the tender, firm touch of his calloused hand. You let your eyes slide shut, and he hums in approval, shifting to your other ankle. 

The room is warm with the heat of the afternoon, and you feel lazy, content. When his hand slips from your skin and he starts to rise, you open your eyes. 

“Where are you going?” you ask, the words soft and rounded. 

“Thought I would let you sleep.”

You consider him for a moment: the bags under his eyes, the tired expression on his face. He’s been up himself since before dawn with patrol, and you know he must be just as tired as you. If not more. 

“The kids are all gone.” You slide over a little more, patting the bed. “You should come join me.”

He raises his eyebrow, a deeply skeptical look passing over his features. “You know what’s gonna happen if I get in that bed, honey.”

You smile. “I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

He shakes his head, amused, yet sitting down to unlace his boots all the same. “It ain’t you I’m worried about.”

Toeing his boots off, he strips his flannel off too. Tossing it onto the chair beside the bed, he stretches his shoulders and back with a groan, and you watch the muscles shift under the thin fabric of his t-shirt. They are still formidable and solid, firm and sturdy, and when he stretches out next to you with a sigh, you tuck yourself against his side. 

“See,” he comments wryly, his eyes closed, “you’re already gettin’ handsy –”

“I am not!” you laugh, scooting as close as your bump will allow. 

“You better watch it, girl,” he warns, “or this won’t be a nap at all. We’ll end up with another kid.”

“I’m already pregnant, Joel. How –”

He shakes his head with a chuckle, cutting you off. “Listen, I don’t know, but we’d find a way, I’m sure.”

He keeps his eyes closed, a smile curled at the edge of his mouth. 

Taking his hand in yours, you bring his knuckles to your mouth for a kiss. Your lips mold to each one in turn, lingering on the raw scrapes, both old and new. They are working hands: rough from the reins, blackened under his fingernails from the soil. The experience that fits within them is evident, and you fiddle with his wedding ring, a burnished brass band, scuffed and dull. 

Sometimes he sits and cleans it, and it makes you smile every time. 

“I can hear you thinking from over here,” his voice rumbles out, and you look up at his profile. Eyes still closed, another smirk on his face. 

“You ever think about we never would have met each other if it wasn’t for everything that happened?”

It’s a heavy question, but he’s used to them by now. The way you seek out these quiet moments to learn more about him, to ask the questions you’ve got held in your head. You’re introspective, and he’s thankful for every glimpse inside yourself that you grant him. His own impulses when it came to thinking about the past were still buried out of habit, but the way yours are not has helped him in a lot of ways: to deepen his bonds with people after so many years of forced distancing, to help him remember without the raw hurt from before. 

“I mean,” you explain, fiddling even more with his ring. “Not that I’m glad for what happened, but –”

“No, I get what you mean.” He turns to face you, tucking his arm under his head. “Who knows. Maybe you’ve made your way down to Texas and found me.”

The smile you give him is gentle, and playful, and his heart melts just a little in his chest. 

“I was always into cowboys…,” you muse. 

His eyebrows lift, his eyes creasing with mirth. “Oh really? You ain’t never told me that, honey.”

It’s his turn to grab your hand, and he twines your fingers together, playing with the slender digits. He fiddles with your wedding band, a matching one to his own. 

“You need me to find a hat, darlin’?” His accent slips into something deeper, something with more twang. “You want me to show you what a real Texas cowboy is like?”

“I mean, if you’re offering.” Your eyebrows bounce with implication, and he smiles. 

“See,” he scolds. “It’s turnin’ into play time again. Keep lookin’ at me like that and see what happens.”

You put on a mock face of apology. “I’m sorry, you’re right. I’ll be good.”

“No you won’t,” he teases, bringing your hand to his mouth. He brushes his lips against the back of it, his moustache tickling your skin. “But that’s okay.”

He winks, and you grin.

Your hands continue to play for a moment, your fingers curling together, pulling apart. The light catches the grey along the edges of his jaw, and you admire it for a moment; his own eyes warm with affection as they trace your face. 

“You miss it?” you ask quietly. “Texas?”

He regards the question for a moment. “Sometimes. The heat was a lot, and sometimes so were the people, but yea. The sunrises. The land, driving those big stretches in my truck.”

Fingers lacing together, fingers skimming palms. He continues. “Football. Barbeque.”

It used to hurt to talk about this, he thinks, and it still does, but in a different way. An ache, rather than an open wound. 

“Sarah used to like this place down the street from our house. This old man ran it – nothin’ fancy, just a smoker and some picnic tables. We used to go on nights when I didn’t have a dinner plan, and she used to get sauce everywhere.”

You lay still, listening with an ache in your chest. It’s rare he talks about Sarah, but it’s more and more these days, and every morsel is a prize. A glimmer of the man that used to be, of the life he used to live. 

“Sarah used to be like that,” he said, the two of you watching the baby’s unsteady steps in the grass, June kneeling in front of her to catch her should she fall. “She was always lookin’ out for the little ones. Always so patient. A born caretaker.”

“This was one of Sarah’s favorite movies,” he said, a wistful look to his face as the lights dimmed during movie night. “I haven’t thought about this in years.”

“And when I mean everywhere, I mean it.” He gestures to his chin, his hands, his shirt. 

He smiles softly, lost in the memory. 

“Sounds like Hank,” you say after a beat, and he chuckles, agreeing. 

Resting his arm around the curve of your hip, he strokes your back in a slow, soothing circuit. 

The heat and his steady breathing and his soothing touch and the peaceful silence all work together to lull you, your eyes sliding shut. Birds chirp outside the window, a light breeze rustling the curtains. 

You slip deeper, his hand still moving. The weight of it slides up your spine and back down; again, again.

You fade, and he scoots closer.  His lips press against your forehead, his nose settling in your hair. 

“I’m glad, you know,” he murmurs, his mouth brushing against your skin. 

You hum sleepily in response. 

“That you found me,” he says, softer. 

Your eyes closed, you lift your chin for a kiss and he grants it to you, his hand settling on the soft curve of your cheek. He presses his lips to yours once, twice, and when he pulls away, you’re already sliding into sleep. 

Staying awake, he takes the time to look at you. 

You, barely a memory in the QZ. 

You, your sleeping body tucked into a tight ball near his on the trail. 

You, water dripping off the tips of your lashes in the lake. 

You, in the saddle on the way to Jackson, June’s smiling face right under your own. 

You, in this bedroom, on a warm afternoon. 

You, you, you, you, you. 

Closing his eyes, he joins you.

[livwritesstuff]

Eddie is aware that Steve is watching him.

It’s 2008, and Eddie is holding a baby, and Steve is watching him.

The baby, for the record, isn’t theirs.

No, Dustin and Erica finally decided to have one of their own after years, and so the whole rest of the Party had journeyed back to Indiana to meet the baby.

Eddie does like babies, to be clear. He’s discovered recently that it sometimes comes as a surprise that he likes babies, loves fatherhood.

He got some shit for it a while back at his high school reunion – “You just had to be the one to knock up Steve Harrington, huh?” Jeff had jokingly said – all well-intentioned, obviously, and sure, Eddie counts his lucky stars for a number of reasons, one of them definitely being that he gets to watch Steve in his final Dad form, but all-in-all people generally seem to be under the impression that Eddie had been dragged by Steve into the world of parenting. They never seem to consider that he might have wanted it just as much as Steve did.

Eddie gets it though. For people who don’t know him – people who only know him from his books, people who only know him from high school, people who don’t know the totality of who he is – it’s probably hard to imagine him being, like, all-in with the baby thing: cleaning spit-up, lugging a diaper-bag around everywhere, coordinating his life around interweaving nap schedules, the works. Again, he gets it. Even Eddie himself can acknowledge that his eighteen, nineteen, twenty-year-old self would be completely fucking baffled to see how comfortable he is holding a brand new baby (and he’d better be, considering he’s had three).

Steve and Eddie’s babies aren’t babies anymore. Their youngest, Hazel, is nearly three, and the older two are both in elementary school, and Eddie is pretty sure that their baby days are a thing of the past, hence why he’s trying to get his fix while there’s one available.

Steve is doing the same, or so it seems by the way he’s ogling Eddie from across Claudia Henderson’s kitchen. Eddie gives Steve a small smile even as he rolls his eyes because he knows that baby fever type of look, and he adjusts the way he’s holding the baby so he can free a hand to flip Steve the bird.

(Steve’s eyes flick to the arm still holding the baby, and Eddie gets the sense that he didn’t actually help his case at all).

A bit later, when Lucas came to reclaim his nephew, Eddie found Steve and sidled up behind him to wrap an arm around his waist.

“Hey,” he said, kissing the side of Steve’s neck, “Stop trying to impregnate me with your eyes, Harrington. You’ll offend the delicate sensitivities of Claudia’s dinnerware.”

“Shut up,” Steve shook his head, and then he said, “We should have another.”

“Another?” Eddie repeated, “Remind me again which one of us had a freakout when Hazel was born?”

“Uh, it was a minor freakout and purely situational,” Steve argued, “I said thirty years ago I’d be down for six and I stand by that.”

“Alright, we’ll see, big guy.”

[kawhh]

luke would lowkey be the opposite he’s asking you to hide ur stuffies to turn around the peanut jelly cat, he feels self conscious

Everything was going well for him until he looked up.

Please be gentle with me, I haven't written for him before.

He hasn't been in your room before. You've both been taking it slow with each other - little kisses here and there, cuddles in the dark together where he can feel safe with no pressure. Dragging his soft hands under your shirt, resting them on your stomach. Feeling him gulp, slowly testing both of your limits.

You broke his mind tonight, feeling him freeze as you take it further. Dragging his hands up your body, holding his hands over your bra, feeling his fingers twitch with the restraint he needs not to squeeze your pretty tits. He's physically and emotionally overwhelmed, whining as he buries his face against your shirt, nuzzling into you.

He's forcing your hands into his curls, needing you to ground him. To reassure him that you're fine with him taking this further. Needing your consent before he lets himself go.

The minute he gets the go ahead, he's scrambling to dig his fingers into your thighs, needing you to be wrapped around him, whimpering as he pulls them around his body, pushing them further around, needing you to squeeze him.

Using his strength to lift off the couch with you, wrapping his hands around your back to support you. He won't drop you. Even if he's already tit drunk. Moaning into you like your tits hold all the answers, like he needs them to breathe.

Clumsily carrying you up the stairs, accidentally hitting your side, whispering apologies into your skin. Sliding the hands on your back under your shirt on the way, clawing at your skin, dipping the pads of his fingers under the waistband of your shorts, hesitantly digging into the skin of your ass, too nervous to fully grab you.

As soon as he gets you in your room safe, falling on the bed with you, he can't resist getting more skin contact. Lifting your shirt, dragging his mouth up your stomach, following the revealed skin. Mouthing at you like he's whispering a prayer, compliments flowing from his mouth the minute he reaches your bra covered tits, before he makes his mistake.

He looks up. Stopping in his tracks, his face flooding with heat. You can feel the sudden warmth on your skin. He's just staring above your head, your calls of his name going unheard.

There's.. there's stuffies. There's stuffies all over your bed. They're just.. watching him. He feels like he's being judged. Burying his head back into your stomach, hiding under your shirt.

"Baby.. can't. I'm being watched, feel like they're gonna lock m' up in jail."

He's whining into you, embarrassed that it's such a problem for him. Embarrassed that he doesn't even feel like he can kiss you.

"Baby you gotta.. you gotta put them outside. I can't.."

Even as you lift off the bed to throw them outside the bedroom door, holding in your laughs, you can hear him speaking apologises into the bed covers, hiding his face. He can't look at you, can't believe that he ruined this for you.

You can feel him gulp, feel his breathing quicken when you come back to him, laying down over his back, burying your hands in his curls, reassuring him that it's okay. Not wanting to poke fun at this problem with him, wanting him comfortable. You can tell when he's in the mood for it and when he's not.

Kissing the back of his neck as you massage his scalp, murmuring praises into his skin, calling him your good boy, making sure he knows he did good. That you're proud of him.

@hughesinthebox I was gonna wait.. but.

[03den]

bfhamzah headcanons - sfw & gnreader

a.n: i do not know hamzah personally and do not believe this represents how he actually is/acts irl. i yap i yapped and i will continue yapping

( i feel like hamzah isn’t the type to fall just for anyone from one night to another. he gives me vibes of friends to lovers / friends to fwb to lovers troupe. his love grows gradually and he might only take his feelings seriously once he feels like he actually knows you, so you’d probably be friends for quite a while before it flourishes to sth else )

his primarily love language is acts of service. as soon as you mention anything he can help you with, he’s already putting everything to the side and standing up! oh, you need groceries for your ap? he’ll drive you and help you go through the list. your wi-fi is malfunctioning? dw, he’ll look into it. he might complain once in a while but it’s simply just to tease you — something like “your wi-fi is so trash i had to restart it twice this morning”. for him acts of service are also more than just helping, it’s his way of showing he cares and that he listens. e.g: if you mention liking * snack, don’t be surprised to see it laying around in his kitchen next time you come over

i also feel like he’s somewhat big on quality time. although editing and managing two youtube channels does keep his schedule busy, hamzah likes to be near you. js being in the same room as you—even if silent and both of you r focused on your own tasks—is enough for him. when not working, he likes to b js lazy with you too. he likes to stay in bed w you for hourss, not necessarily cuddling & to stay w u on the sofa, just slouched near each other watching cartoons. he holds those moments dear in his heart

there r still obvious exceptions where he takes you out to do sth, but he’s not overly romantic nor is he into that stuff. i can see him preferring a stay-at-home dinner date and cooking you your preferred meal than going out to a restaurant for a romantic dinner. but overall the places i imagine he’d take you r all a bit funny — laser tag, bumper cars, pet store js to look at the animals, etc..

he just isn’t much of a fan of grand romantic gestures, specially not in public or in front of cameras, so do not expect a lot of pda from him. most of his physical touch in public would have a playful insinuation, more pestering than romantic; smacking or pinching your tight, resting an arm on your shoulder like a deadweight, randomly poking your sides, and pulling your hood over your face.

it all still comes from a place of love though, and as time passes, there’s a progress on his srs and casual display of affection. if sitting down, his hand will start resting on your knee or tight while talking; if walking tgt on a busy street in front of the camera, his hand might reach for your wrist and grab it gently. if you’re outside and cold, instead of being all gentleman and giving you his hoodie/jacket, he’ll js pull you into it with him. and as time passes, appearances of kisses on the cheek and eventually on the lips on videos will start being more casual as well (outside of youtube, it all depends on how many people are around. he usually tries to be discreet with his smooches).

don’t get it wrong though, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like physical affection. in private, that man is all over your space. he’s touchy and clingy, hands always on you even if subtly. his teasing touches in public turn into something more caring and loving in private. if he’s used to mess up your hair to annoy you, when it’s just the two of you he’ll absentmindedly stroke through it. the putting-his-bodyweight-over-you-till-you-complain also turns into him being half on top of you most of the time, whether it’s draping himself across your lap, resting his head on your shoulder or flopping onto you when you’re lying down

actually, while on that, something i feel like he definitely loves is laying his head on your lap or chest. he for sure lovesss when you run your fingers through his hair too even if he doesn’t directly says it. he will even shove your legs apart js so he can lay between them. also! i have seen people say this but i’ll repeat it, he loves manhandling you and he will casually do it for no necessary reason. lowkey back hugs is also sth he likes — no dramatic embrace, js arms wrapped loosely around you and his chin resting against your shoulder

notices everything about you. your favorites, your hates, your comforts, your distresses… he’s so fast to understand and tell apart your moods too. i wouldn’t say he feels too confident in his reassuring, although he always does it and it always helps you

he texts/calls you a lottttt. def tried to be nonchalant at the beginning of your friendship but he quickly gave up. so, now that you’re dating? forget about double texting—the normal is for him to quadruple text

words of affirmation are not his strong suit. he tries his best and you’re also patient with him, but still, ‘i love you’s will take their time to be heard out loud. he prefers showing it over saying it

omg i have so many other hcs ideas.. maybe i’ll do a part 2. hope u enjoy these for now! sorry for any possible grammar errors btw English is not my native language

[revelboo]

✨All hail Revel! All hail Revel! Thank you for sharing your work and feeding us thirsty robot simps. ✨

I humbly beg for more Sunny and Sides crumbs or more Armada Starscream. Pretty please!🙏

Both are on my list for today.

Even If It Kills Me Pt 17

Armada Starscream x Reader

• Watching you fuss over the mini-cons, there’s a new awareness of you that he can’t shake. All those taboo thoughts just there, taunting him. Impossible things. Like sparklings and a family. An after to this unending war. And you. Keeps imagining it and you’re always there. If he mass shifted, he could lace his servos with your fingers. Hold you in his arms. In his idle daydreams, he lounges back with you draped against him, those soft hands on his arm resting against you. Whispering together and relaxed in each other’s arms. Fooling himself with things he can’t have. Sooner or later, you’ll want other humans. You’ll leave him.

• “You’re quiet today,” you call up to Starscream, your head lifting from where you’re wiping mud off of Runway while the other two patiently wait for you to help them even though you know they can do it themselves just fine. They just like being babied and you enjoy having someone to take care of. To feel useful. And keeping muddy mini-cons from sprawling into your nest of blankets is a priority even if you never really sleep there anymore. Spending your nights stretched on Star listening to the hum of his spark instead. Watching Star grimace and turn away, expression almost guilty like he was doing something wrong, you hesitate.

• “You know if you decide you want to be freed, if you don’t want to be here anymore with me, you just need to ask. You’re not a prisoner.” Hates saying the words, but needs you to understand you have a choice. That if you decide you want your freedom, he’ll give it to you even if it kills him inside. Even if he doesn’t want to. And you just stare at him, expression emptying to make his spark ache. Had you felt trapped here with him? Too scared of angering him to speak up?

• Why say that all of a sudden? Is he getting sick of having you around? Maybe you’re in the way. Annoying him. Mouth dry, you go back to cleaning the mini-con, but you can feel those optics on you. And it’s not like you haven’t realized this can’t last. That you can’t just hide here and pretend away reality, but it still hurts. Making you realize how much you like it here. Like him. “Right. Sure,” you manage as panic claws at you. Because you don’t have anywhere else to go. Can’t go back. Not after having somewhere safe and removed from the daily fear and uncertainty. Eyes burning, you duck your head. Not wanting to start crying, but you’re scared.

• Runway chirps in distress as you turn away from him and them. Reaching up to scrub the back of your arm against your eyes like you’re- Primus, are you leaking again? What did he say to upset you this time? Venting, he moves closer and you pointedly walk away. Avoiding him and you’re so small it’s easy for you to keep from looking at him. Acknowledging him. Frustrated, he glances at the closed door to his habsuite. Knowing it’s not safe even if the Autobots are his allies. That he’ll be vulnerable, but growling, he mass shifts anyway and catches you by an arm, startling a frightened noise from you as you reel back. Eyes wide and lashes spiky with tears before your face just crumples. Sobbing. Helplessly looking at the mini-cons as they chirp their own distress, he carefully pulls you into him. “Don’t make me go back,” you whisper, voice breaking and terrified. Little hands clinging to him as you press your face against his neck, dampening his mesh. Making him remember your bruises, your resignation when he’d found you. Your scars. As broken as he is even though you’re always smiling for him.

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