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"Whatever you'd like us to be" | part 5

harry castillo (materialists) x fem!sunshine reader

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Summary: The one where you break all the rules and became lovers.

w.c: 5,6k (shortie because i haven't felt good)

warnings: age gap (harry is 45 and reader 29-30) fluff, smut (terrible because I don't know how to write smut) no proofreading.

A/N: First of all. Lower your expectations about this chapter. This is what I call a "filler" chapter, but it also changes the characters' dynamic. This story was supposed to be a mini series, and I made the mistake of becoming a people pleaser, and now I don't know what I'm doing. I hope you like this chapter, though, and PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU GOT THE HINT AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER.

AO3 account, where I'm also posting the chapters.

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You didn’t even notice you had made to Harry’s apartment. You felt like you were on cloud nine, lost in the scent of her perfume and the taste of her kisses. You didn't notice when Harry opened the door without moving his lips from yours, taking the time to explore your figure. Every curve, every inch, delicately and passionately, sending out sensations you no longer remembered feeling.

Harry pulled away for a moment, his breath ragged, eyes dark and soft at the same time. His thumb caressed over your bottom lip, swollen from all his kisses.

“I’ve wanted this,” he whispered, voice low and rough as his hand cupped your face and the other grabbed your neck, “Ever since I met you.” He kissed your lips, “But all you wanted were French fries” he smiled against your lips.

You smiled back at him, stealing pecks at his lips, not being able to find the words. Your heart spoke for yourself, in the way your fire raising throughout your body, in the way your hands gripped the fabric of his shirt.

His apartment was gloomy, guiding you further, without breaking the kisses as his hands kept roaming at your body, memorizing every inch of it. Tasting every single second of this.

“You have no idea,” Harry whispered against your skin, lips ghosting along your jaw, “what you do to me. The way you look at me… the way you always see through me.”

You melted under his touch, warmth blooming in places you’d forgotten could feel like this.

He pressed a lingering kiss to your throat before pulling back just enough to meet your eyes again, searching them, asking for the answer you gave without hesitation.

In a swift motion, his big hands slid down your thighs, lifting you effortlessly. As soft gasp escaped from your lips, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling his face closer to your as you placed your arms around his neck, as if even gravity couldn’t keep you apart.

Harry’s lips crashed back onto yours, all heat and hunger and tenderness in equal balance. He kissed you like a man starving for something beyond the desire, but for a feeling, for something that felt real and made his heart beat faster against his chest that even you could feel it, both beating in a perfect rhythm.

His fingertips dug into your skin just enough to make you feel claimed, wanted, adored and loved. The way he wanted to claimed you wasn’t rapid and short. He wanted to take his time to pour every feeling you had made him feel ever since he had met you.

So, when he reached the bedroom, he set you down over the bed slowly, carefully as you were a crystal he must protect.

He leaned over you, bracing himself on his forearms, his forehead pressed to yours as his lips curved into the softest, most breathtaking smile you’d ever seen.

“I want everything with you,” he whispered, his voice frayed with emotion. “Not just tonight. From now on, I want everything.”

You reached up, your fingers tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck, and you leaned in, closing the breath of space between you. Your lips met his in a kiss that was softer this time, not rushed, but still claiming desire for him.

Harry let out a quiet, broken sound against your mouth, like the feeling of you underneath him, kissing him like that, was striping him bare in front of you, allowing you to see what he had tried to hid beneath the surface of power. His hand slid up the side of your body, placing his palm over your ribs like he needed to anchor himself to this feeling.

He hovered above you, one arm braced beside your head, his thumb brushing your cheek as the kiss deepened, the thing was that when you were about to feel the person your love this way, all you could feel was a sort of peace and fire settling all over at once.

You pulled back again, lips barely agape, your noses still touching, as his eyes searched for a sing of regret inside yours, but there was nothing, just love and a softness he hadn’t come to face when someone had looked at him.

“I don’t want to stop kissing you,” you said, smiling as the vibration of your voice brushed against his lips.

He smiled then because it seemed to be clear that you were going to be his beginning and his ending at once.

His eyes locked with yours, asking a question without uttering a word. You gave the slightest nod he needed to lean in and kiss you again, slower this time, unhurried, like he was tasting your lips every second as he intended to do until the end of the times.

His hands moved to the hem of your blouse, his fingers brushing against your skin, and the he paused for a second, his gaze meeting yours once more for permission. You reached for his wrist, guiding his hand higher, and that was all it took for him to give up. Piece by piece, he started to undress you, as if it was a privilege, he was the only one able to have. His fingers traced every inch of skin displaying before his eyes, his lips following in, placing kisses everywhere he could. Every touch, every sigh leaving his lips felt like a promise you were making with each other, making your breath hitch.

“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered, as if it physically hurt him no to remind you of it every second.

You reached for him, your fingers tugging at the fabric of his shirt, eager to feel his skin against yours, to close the space that had been settled between the both of you. He helped you, shedding the last pieces of clothing between you both.

Harry’s lips returned to yours, stealing kisses from you before starting low his path down the curve of your neck. His hands framed your face for a moment like he couldn’t believe you were real, then drifted lower, his mouth following the trail down across your collarbone, the heat of his breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine, making you squirm beneath his touch. Each kiss poured apologies for every moment he hadn’t said what he meant, as the same time as he promised he would be there. His hands spread across your waist, holding you steady, grounding you under his frame.

When his lips brushed the top of your chest, he glanced up at you, his eyes heavy-lidded and softer, making sure you wanted this as much as him. You reached for him, threading your fingers through his hair, and the way his mouth curved against your bare chest.

“I could spend all my life here,” he murmured against your skin, his voice a low, kissing all over your breasts.

He looked up again, one of his curls falling into his forehead, there was something almost shy there, as if this mattered more than anything else had before for him. As if this wasn’t about him filling his own desires, but about finally finding a place he belonged to.

“You’re beautiful,” Harry reassured, “Not just tonight but always.”

Your throat tightened, your hand cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing over his lips. He kissed the inside of your palm, then leaned in again, his mouth finding yours in a sealing kiss, grabbing your breasts with both of your hands, as he pressed kisses down your neck all over again.

Your eyes rolled as you moved your neck to give him access to every inch of your skin, you claim it with his lips as you lay there. The warmth of your uneven breaths mingled, enveloping you both as he quickly as you curled your fingers in his hair as he kissed you all over your body for the first time. You could sense the emotions, but the intimacy and lust were like a fire in your core.

How long had taken you too feel this desired and loved again?

Harry raised his head to kiss you once again, slipping his tongue past your lips and gasping as he felt your fingers trace the lines of a map to the spot where you couldn't stop on his bare chest.

With one of your hands, you pulled him down by his neck to hold him against your lips. Once you tasted them, you couldn’t get over the taste of them over yours, and you couldn’t get over the whimpers he left in your mouth for you to devour.

You wanted to follow the route of his hands even though you knew it would go to a dangerous place, and the smell of his palms on your tights just intensified the sparks where you most wanted him.

And he wanted to worship your body and devour every whimper coming out of your mouth, so you kept kissing softly while he stroked your thighs. He nipped your skin between his teeth as he kissed you down over your neck.

He loved the way you were making him feel. Right now, motivated by the hunger and feelings you exchanged for one another. He was drawn by the simple fact that you weren't rushing. He wanted to meet where religion was, between your thighs.

You angled your hips up for Harry after feeling his lips against them. You were already dripping as he licked a route from your thigh to your cunt before sucking on your clit and pressing his fingers against you.

You held his head between your legs and whimpered. His cock hardened as the sound from your lips and you clenched around his fingers. He sucked like he was hungry, forcing your legs apart till you had one calf under his shoulder. His free hand moved up your torso, grabbing your breast, as his nose rubbed against your clit. For instinct, you buried your heel into his scalp and dragged him closer until all he could taste was you.

He fucked you slowly, taking his time to taste your wetness on his lips before locking eyes with you. You were flustered, and your eyes shone.

"Oh fuck…Harry, more” you whispered.

"I want all of you, baby," He whispered frantically, moving forward between your legs, pushing your knees up to your breasts, and effortlessly diving into you. With a sigh, you bent over and gave him a kiss. He was on your breasts, trying to touch you all over, while your hands were on the back of his neck. Trying to be as careful as you could, you lifted your hips to fuck up into him as he drove down into you during your kiss.

"Harry, please fuck me," You mumbled into his ear before he reclaimed your lips. He leaned down and sucked your nipples, lightly biting your breasts.

Both of you gasped out loud the second he started to push slowly inside you. His hands reached for yours to interlock them together as he kissed you with softness and lust.

“You’re so beautiful like this” He whispered. He was hypnotized by the way you were nervously laughing as you tossed your head back in pleasure. He bit your neck, causing your hands to follow their way up to his neck and his hands roamed down all of your body without any barrier between the both of you, focusing on every thrust, going deep to make sure he was making you feel good.

You opened your eyes to stare back at him, looking completely drawn and focused on you. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as his hands caressed your breasts as he kept devouring your lips, your back arched followed by a moan against his lips.

Every thrust felt so good you couldn’t help but feel you were in cloud nine. You could feel you were getting close as you squeezed him and you kept your eyes locked on each other. He pushed faster, with one hand caressing your cheek and the other holding your leg to ensure you fell apart.

The noises you made drove him crazy, feeling himself coming to the edge of the cliff. He wanted to look at you under him as you came, and with a loud gasp, it happened and he did it at the same time, falling over your bare chest, with your heartbeats becoming one.

“Give it to me, baby” he encouraged, “I can feel you clenching” he said between thrusts, grinding his cock as deep as into you as it could go as you encouraged him with your moans and nails scratching down his back.

He slid his hand down to your pussy and rubbed along your clit. You fucked yourself harder on him by thrusting back against him right away. “Come on, baby. Give it to me.”

When you came, he whispered something on your neck. You clutched around him and your hips trembled even as he continued to fuck you. Soon after, he began thrusting into you and eventually pulled out while making uneasy gasps in your shoulders. After that, the only sound in the room was the mingling of your breaths.

In the aftermath, the air felt different.

After catching your breath, you both lay there for a moment, listening to the rain falling over the city. Harry's body kept still half-draped over yours, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his breath warm and uneven against your skin. His hand was on your hip, fingers tracing lazy figures where he had just placed kissed over.

You felt his lips press lingering kiss against your collarbone. Then another, making you sigh in joy.

Neither of you had really felt the need to fill the silence consuming. You had spoken through your actions and that was more than enough for now. There were no lies, games. Just the quiet silence that comes with the person you chose.

He propped himself up on his elbow, his curls a mess, his eyes warm as always, darker, meeting a the soft spot on yours.

“Hey,” he murmured.

You gave a tired, content smile. “Hey.”

He brushed your hair from your face, his thumb stroking over your cheek. “Are you okay?”

You reached up and caught his hand, pressing your lips to his palm. “I’m more than perfect now.”

Then, he displayed that crooked, bashful grin tugged in his mouth, the one you’d get used to. He leaned in and kissed you again, slowly, taking his time, like he was still trying to make sense of how this had happened, how you were really here in his bed, in his arms.

How a game had ended up with two lovers meeting the ectasis for the first time.

He placed a kiss on the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, cupping your face with one hand.

“I meant what I said,” Harry murmured, his voice rough. “I want you, now, tomorrow and as long as you want me.”

You smiled, your hand resting over his heart. “Then I’ll stay.”

“Thank you.”

He pulled you against him, pulling the sheets up over both of you. His arms wrapped around your waist; your head tucked beneath his chin. You could feel his heartbeat beneath your palm, steady and sure, grounding you.

Then, you tilted your head, your eyes drifting across the room, the half-drawn curtains, the darkness of it, the soft glow of a lamp on his bedside table and something about it made you smile.

Harry noticed it. They way your eyes roamed all over his room, his place. You felt his body tense just slightly next to you, his breath hitched for a moment, as if something could have change in your mid. He cleared his throat softly, trying to keep his voice casual.

“What?” he asked, his tone light but edged with something wary. His heart hammered in his chest.

What if you regretted this already?

But then you looked back at him, that smile still ghosting at the corners of your lips, tiny and a little mischievous. You reached up, brushing the curl off his forehead.

“We broke rule number two,” you murmured, your voice tender, teasing.

Harry blinked, a beat passing before the meaning landed, and when it did, he laughed, a sound that filled the room and soothed his heart. Relief washed over his features, his smile breaking wide and boyish, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Yeah,” he breathed, cupping your face again like he couldn’t help it. “We did.”

You laughed too; the sound muffled against his shoulder as you snuggled closer. He pressed a kiss on your temple.

“It was a dumb rule anyway,” he murmured into your hair.

“Terrible rule,” you agreed, grinning. “Who even made it?”

He smirked. “Pretty sure it was me.”

You huffed a soft laugh. “Okay, well, revoke it.”

His hand tightened gently at your hip, pulling you impossibly closer. “Of course, I will,” he whispered, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “I will show how much I love you everyday from now on.”

Your breath hitched at his words. They were simple, just a promise that could became a void statement, but the way he had said it, it had sounded like a vow or a promised in a room where only truth lived. You pulled back just enough to look at him, your fingertips tracing the line of his jaw, the curve of his lips.

“I’m gonna hold onto that,” you murmured, your voice soft but there was something soft on it.

Harry smiled, again. “Good,” he said, brushing his nose against yours. “Because I want nothing more to stay with you.”

The rain had softened to a gentle patter against the windows, as if weather had known about your love, about how it took to people to walk through storm until meeting daylight, that kind of light that just the correct person could bring to you. The room felt just goo enough, the correct place to stay, like it belonged to you.

You sighed, letting you head fall on his chest against, his hand moving in slow circles along your back. For the first time in so long, you felt like you had found the fairy tale you had been looking for.

And harry too, he was a mand who had never hold onto the empty quotes of love spreading all over the places. He had never learned how to do love, how to find it or how to show it. It wasn’t something that came out easily. It was difficult.

But when he laid his eyes on you and that was enough to make him doubt and think about giving it a chance. He felt drawn. There was something in the way your nose scrunched when you laughed, the way your eyes shone with a special spark never got to see before. How everything about you felt genuine to him to make him feel brave and go to yo.u

And The moment his legs made his way towards your table he still hadn’t figured how to talk to you or how to sit across from you and not feeling amazed by your mere existence.

It was how you made him nervous for the first time.

Then, he got to know you and life became mad, passionate and funnier. A kind of extraordinary love he didn’t know he craved until he met you. The beautiful girl from the wedding who had offered nothing but kindness as freely as the sun offered his light.

That was the place where he wanted to stay at, feeling the warm of the breeze that came with the existence of you. With the warmth of you.

A love that offered calm and peace.

You.

Yes, you. Definitely, you were the one for him.

Morning sunlight spilled softly through the window, catching on the dust motes drifting lazily in the air. Harry stirred, there was a special kind of warm this morning, wrapping around his body. It took him a second to come to his senses and realize that you were there, head on his chest, steadily breathing, and a hand just over his heart.

His heart stuttered for a minute.

You belonged there.

For a long moment, he just stayed there, staring down at you, his chest tight with so many things he didn’t know how to name yet, so many feelings and emotions that were foreign to him. He wanted to imprint this image into his memory, the color of your skin, the way your eyelashes seemed longer, the way your lips parted a bit.

Panic creped in.

Should he get up and surprise you breakfast? or should he stay right here, pretending to sleep so he wouldn’t risk waking you up, just so he could have a few more stolen minutes like this? Would you wake up and think he regretted it? That it hadn’t meant as much to him as it did?

He hated that thought. Hated it so much it made his stomach twist.

The idea of you waking up in an empty bed, of you thinking he’d run, that he didn’t care enough to stay.

So, Harry stayed because he didn’t want to ruin his chance with you.

He stayed still, one hand brushing gently over your hair, watching the way the light kissed your hair. He pressed a tender kiss to your temple. And in that tiny and simple moment, Harry realized he wasn’t afraid of the feeling anymore. He wasn’t afraid of the way you fit against him, and of how right it felt.

He breathed you in, the faintest trace of your perfume clinging to his skin, and closed his eyes for a moment.

Your fingers twitched against his chest, like your body had reacted to him before your mind did. And he smiled, a small, helpless thing, tightening his arm around you just a little.

Harry didn’t move. He didn’t risk breaking whatever this was. He stayed right there, heart beating steady for the first time in years, holding the girl who broke every rule he’d made and somehow made him grateful for it.

And he stayed, because anywhere else felt like home but you.

You stirred a little against his chest, a soft hum left your lips as the warmth of the morning brushed your bare body under the sheets. Harry felt you shift, your hand pressing the skin of his chest as if you were looking its warmth in your sleep.

Then your eyes fluttered open, lashes brushing your cheeks as you blinked up at him, dazed and beautiful in the soft morning. A small, sleepy smile tugged at your lips when you realized where you were, who you were with.

“Hey stranger,” you whispered, your voice still rough with sleep, and it made his chest ache in the most beautiful way.

“Hey you,” he breathed back, his hand brushing your hair from your face. “Sorry. I didn’t want to wake you.”

You gave a lazy stretch and nestled back against him, your head fitting perfectly beneath his chin, you pressed a kiss on his neck, “You didn’t. I could feel you staring though,” you teased, a faint grin in your voice.

Harry laughed softly, the sound low and tender. “Don’t blame me for it. You look beautiful this morning.”

You felt heat rising up to your cheeks, but you didn’t look away, you couldn’t prevent yourself from being perceived this way under the stare of a person who had promised to love you. And there was something about the way he was looking at you now, like you were a rare rose growing up out of ice frozen ground.

“Well,” you murmured, your fingers idly tracing a path on his chest, “I guess you’ll just have to get used to waking up next to me.”

Harry’s smile faltered for a second, not because he didn’t like the idea, but because it weakened him. Completely. The thought of this being the first morning of thousand more, the beginning of the story between you two, made him completely joyful.

“I would be the luckiest man alive,” he whispered, leaning down to press his lips to your forehead, lingering there for a beat longer than necessary. “By the way, I plan on getting very used to it.”

You closed your eyes at the warmth of his kiss, the words wrapping around your heart like someone caressing it with such delicate touch.

“Great,” you whispered, your hand resting over his heart. “Because I want to stay right here.”

Neither of you moved for a long moment, one moment became five minutes and then more, the morning light creeping in brighter now, the city beginning to stir beyond the window. But here, it was still quiet, as the world waited for you both to catch up.

“I was thinking…” Harry started softly, pulling back just enough to look at you again. “Breakfast. In bed. I’ll cook for you.”

You grinned, your stomach fluttering in that way it only did for him. “Okay, but I’ll let you go only if you stay like this for five more minutes.”

He chuckled, settling back with you, pulling the covers higher around you both. “Five more minutes then.” he agreed. “But don’t blame me if it turns into the whole day.”

Like an hour later, you both made it to the dining room instead. Harry insisted of getting up to prepare breakfast by himself, leaving you to rest a bit on his bed for little bit longer. By the time he called you, you appeared on his sight, wearing one of his t-shirts. His heart stopped for bit, beating a little unsteady in the best possible way.

The table was set with two black mugs, a couple of plates with toasts, avocado, fruits and scrambled eggs that looked better than you expected, and a pot of coffee that Harry was absurdly proud of.

You smiled as you took a sip, the warmth spreading through you as you leaned back in your chair, giving him a teasing smile over the rim of your cup.

“Well?” Harry asked, raising his brows as he sat down across from you, watching you, waiting for your verdict.

You set the cup down dramatically on the table and sighed. “It’s actually really good.”

He grinned like you’d just handed him an award. “I told you. There’s no way anyone could make better coffee than me. No one.”

You snorted, shaking your head as you grab a piece of fruit with a fork. “Oh, you’re insufferable. I literally own the café you said you had drunk the best coffee you’d eve had.”

He pointed a fork at you. “Yeah, well, that was before I discovered my hidden talent this morning. Things have changed. The title’s mine now.”

You burst out laughing, the sound filling the space, you felt light and you haven’t in so long. It wasn’t just the moment, or even the night before. It was him. It was this.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you said through your grin.

Harry leaned forward on his elbows, his eyes softening as he looked at you like you were the only thing that existed in the world worth seeing.

“Yeah,” he murmured, a crooked smile pulling at his lips.

And with the way his eyes looked at you, you felt your heart do that same fluttery ache it had last night. Harry leaned in, closing the space between you, and pressed his lips to yours.

It wasn’t the kind of desperately, rushed and hungry kiss like the night before. This was completely different. Slower, more certain. He had finally made peace with the was he felt about you. His hand brushed your cheek as he deepened the kiss, tasting the coffee and warmth the liquid had left on your lips.

When he finally pulled back, his thumb traced patterns over the edge of your jaw.

“I could kiss you like this every morning,” he whispered, a lazy grin tugging at his lips.

You smiled; your eyes still closed for a beat longer, just letting the feel of him linger on you.

“You better do it,” you teased, your voice soft, playful, but full of pleading.

Harry chuckled, pressing one last kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling back, his eyes brighter than you’d seen them before.

“Of course, baby,” he murmured, his hand slipping into yours across the table like it belonged there.

And somehow, without even realizing it, the two of you had stumbled into something that felt like home.

The morning stretched on lazily, fulfilled by the love blossoming between the you and Harry, lost conversations, kisses that almost lead to other things. And for you, time seemed to spot under his stare. It felt like the world outside didn’t exist. But no long after, time caught up with you both. You glanced at the clock and groaned.

“Oh, I’m gonna be late,” you sighed, setting your empty mug in the sink.

Harry stood from his chair, grabbing his keys from the counter. “I’ll drive you.”

“Harry, you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he said softly, crossing the kitchen in a few steps to stand in front of you. His hand found its way to your waist. “I don’t want you walking” he added with a crooked grin, leaning down to steal one more kiss from you, “I’ll take any excuse to have you with me a little longer.”

You smiled against his mouth, your heart squeezing tight in your chest because, God, you were getting so used to this. To him. To this easy, unguarded affection that came without conditions.

You loved love, the idea of it. You craved it for so long and now that you were tasting this piece of it. You couldn’t get enough of it.

“Alright,” you murmured, brushing your fingers through his hair. “Drive me then.”

He chuckled, reaching for your coat and holding it open for you.

The drive was quiet, but joyful. His hand stayed on your thigh the whole time, thumb brushing slow circles, like he couldn’t help himself. Neither of you spoke much, you didn’t need to. The city blurred by outside the car window, but it didn’t matter. The only thing real was this small, perfect world you’d built inside his car.

When he pulled up in front of your café shop, he turned to you, hesitant at what it came with letting you go.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come in?” he asked, his gaze seemed serious.

You laughed softly, leaning over to kiss him one more time. “Go to work, Harry. Try to get something done today.”

“I will be too busy thinking about you.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. “I’ll see you tonight, alright?”

A big smile spread across his face. “Yeah,” he breathed, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You will.”

He leaned in to press a lingering kiss to your lips. “Have a good day,” he said against your mouth, smile popping.

You pulled back with a laugh. “I will now.”

And then you slipped out of the car, walking towards the door. The bell above the place jingled as you stepped inside. And you didn’t need to turn around to know he was still watching you.

Harry sat there for a moment longer than necessary, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel, heart a little fuller than it had been the night before and the day that would come.

Yeah. He was gone for you. Completely. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Harry sat there for a long minute, watching the door you had disappeared behind. The city moved around him, people rushing by, horns blaring, but none of it mattered to him. Not when his girl, the one he knows would become his whole world had just walked through that café door.

He tapped his fingers on the wheel, the ghost of her laugh still in his ears, and smiled to himself. Perhaps this was the kind of “easy” was of love was. Not uneasy, no waste of your time. With you didn’t feel difficult in any way. It felt so natural to get used to.

One day at a time, he thought.

Right now, for the first time, the idea of love didn’t terrify him. It didn’t feel like a contract or something you could pay for. It felt like the easiest feeling he had ever experienced. Hope, perhaps.

Mornings spent with someone tangled up with you, simple breakfasts, eyes always looking for yours at every room. He wanted it. All of it. With you. He wanted to take his time to built the perfect story for you. To show you the world he’d quietly gathered in his hands, one piece at a time, just waiting for the right person to share it with.

But perhaps fate had its own way of dispose its things.

A kind of rearrangement you didn’t see it coming. The kind that starts with a single thread tugged loose and ends with everything you thought you knew tilting. The kind of twist that changes the shape of your life before you can even name it, a new, unexpected future forming quietly in the spaces between heartbeats. As everything you had dreamed of becoming real. Not a dream.

Neither of you could have known it yet, but something was already on its way. And it would turn out to be everything you never thought you’d have.

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huntingcupid · 1 month ago

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THE PERFECT PAIR WITH JEUNG YOONCHAE

you ought to know that I think we're one and the same I don't think we could help it no, I don't think we could help it we don't talk much guess 'cause nothing has changed and I'm not sure I like it and I'm so tired of fighting

⌗ YOONCHAE — fem!reader, fluff, pining, somehow courting?, flirting, swearing, etc...

⌗ SYPNOSIS — the photoshoot went well, yet you felt a pair of eyes glued onto you, yoonchae, ever since you became friends with her she'd always get strangely flirty and shy

⌗ CUPID — request by @artistwitchgirl

your dad's job was one of the fun ones, the one you can brag around in class — you could meet literally anyone in the hybe company — name an idol you probably had a picture with them, it wasn't like you were annoying in the building or loud, actually you were cherished as the buildings daughter due to your age and how close you were to practically everyone

your father had asked you this morning to help him set up, since the company was preparing for katseye's first comeback gnarly — you had agreed since you had nothing to do at home and haven't met any of the girls, “can i bring my ipad?” you ask your father, yes you are an ipad kid but it's because of minecraft, “y/n last time you brought anything there you broke it, but i guess” your father replied just sighing knowing he wouldn't win over you

you smile and grab your bag going to the car, eating some chips — you flip through your dads “vision book” aka what he wanted for the photoshoot, the members of katseye were beautiful, truly they had black and green as the main colors with striking clothing pieces, “damn this is experimental alright” you giggle, yet one of the members caught your eyes, yoonchae was it?

“dad how old is yoonchae?” you ask as your dad drove, he tried to remember tapping the steering wheel, “I'm pretty sure 17 — just about your age, you're just a few months older” your dad replied, you smile softly getting excited to meet someone your age in the company, the rest of the drive was peaceful with your dad playing some sza ( you put him on it ) — once you two arrived you took the elevator up to the 7th floor where the photoshoot room was

you help your father set up the props and background, adjusting some of the cameras to the perfect angle — out of curiosity you asked your dad where is katseye since you couldn't see them and haven't seen them yet, “dad, where are they?” you ask while adjusting a camera's lens to the perfect zoom, “oh they're just getting dressed and after that we will start, go sit and play on your ipad” your father replied, you nod walking to the corner and pulling out your ipad to continue building your tree house in minecraft

a few minutes passed and just as you were finishing the door clicks, and the girls enter, wow, they looked amazing, your dad smiled just as he envisioned he must've thought, sophia the leader helped around while the girls got in position, your eyes were on yoonchae though she looked beautiful and fresh even, with the dark makeup on she didn't look an ounce of intimidating but still managed to make it work

“okay look over here!” your dad says to the girls they look at your corner since it was where your father directed, yoonchae couldn't help but smile, when she saw you, you were pretty and looked nerdy hunched over your ipad in the corner sipping on banana milk — “okay solo shots now! — manon you first” your dad says after clicking the shutter three more times, the girls all left the room, except one, yoonchae, she walked up to you, extending her hands to your reach

“I'm yoonchae, and you are?” she shyly asked that sweet smile plastered on her face, she was taller than you had initially thought and as you stood up the height difference only made itself more obvious, “y/n, you're really pretty by the way” you smile at the girl, “what are you playing?” yoonchae asks peeking at your ipad — “minecraft!, do you play it too?” you ask the girl nods and you two eventually sat at the corner yet again

you two chat for a while sharing your snacks and even exchanging instagram users, the young girl was very curious about you, asking you your hobbies and if you often come here — “mhm, i like drawing, but i don't come here that often” you replied she nods thoughtfully — “oh, actually there is practice in a week can you come?, you can watch us” the girl smiles excitedly you nod just as she got called for her solo shot

that day you went home with her insta user and a build she made in minecraft, yoonchae was persistent that you went to practice to watch claiming it will be fun, your father was reviewing the pictures and you caught a glimpse of yoonchaes picture, you decided to try sketching it out on your sketchbook, with a few doodles the drawing came to life, capturing her infectious smile perfectly — you sighed feeling butterflies in your stomach, you wanted to ignore it

pretend that it was nothing, but the way she looked at you to, made you feel special and wanted, rather you didn't want to sound delusional so you just slept through the night rather than overthinking

meanwhile in the katz hotel room, yoonchae was getting teased by the other members — “ooh yoonchae, she's pretty” lara teases looking over the youngers shoulder to see the girl stalking your instagram, yoonchae hides the phone only to smile like a caught child, “wait isn't that the girl earlier, the photographers daughter?” megan says peeking too — yoonchae tries her best not to smile but she does

“what, she's just my friend!” yoonchae defends earning her sarcastic responses from the girls, “guy's its just her friend that she's getting flustered over!” manon sarcastically says earning her laughs from the rest, yoonchae only hides her face out of embarrassment and whines, “whatever guys” the youngest says

the day of the practice came, you wore baggy jeans and some baby tee, bringing your phone and sketchbook

you asked your dad to drive you which confused him, “i don't have a shoot today, why are you going?” your dad asks as you sat in the passenger seat, “oh i know, yoonchae invited me to watch their practice” you hum, your dad nods with that stupid smug smirk, you knew him too well and knew he was sensing something, “she's my friend dad!” you annoyingly replied — “sure….” your dad trailed, he drops you off in front of the building driving home right away

you chat the younger telling her you were here now, a few minutes pass and the doors open yoonchae running up to you, hugging you tightly which you reciprocated — her hands interlaced with yours as you two chat, making your way in the building to their floor

“soo.., the song is unreleased but i think you'll be a good secret keeper right?” yoonchae warns before you two enter the practice room, you nod smiling at her, entering the room the song boomed on the speakers as the girls warmed up — lara was first to notice you shooting the other girls a glance with a teasing smile on her lips

“ill sit here for a while” you murmur to the younger, waving to the other girls, during the practice yoonchae seemed locked in, no mistakes nor slip ups which also surprised the members, “no mistakes yoon? — you're trying to impress someone..hmmm!” megan teases, yoonchae blushes glancing at you, you smile at her which instantly melted the youngest on the spot

“y/n, yoons sweating can you help her?” sophia calls you, you look around taking your own towel and running up to the youngest — wiping her sweat away, the girl blushes deeper as the members secretly took pictures

after so the practice continued, you focus on the youngest drawing her, her eyes darted to you curios but didn't ask — after drawing her you added a little letter at the bottom, hiding the sketchbook after

“y/n can you record us?” manon asks, you nod grabbing a seat to stand on, the music cue starts and the girls were going smoothly until yoonchae glanced up and saw you smiling — she makes a mistake, which didn't go unnoticed by the members whom just shoot her a teasing grin, you retake about three times making sure they did perfect

during their waterbreak you went to the bathroom to fix your makeup, yoonchae obviously still curious about what you were drawing earlier takes a peek at you sketchbook that you had left previously — the first few pages were flowers and scenery, she hummed smiling tracing over the pencil lines, the girls noticed and also looked, they flipped to the end and saw it

your drawings of yoonchae and the stupid little letter you wrote at the bottom, the girls erupt into loud cheer, shaking yoonchae as the maknae was frozen in place

“oh my god!, does she really like me?” yoonchae asks the girls who all nod, “its so obvious!” daniela replied, soon you enter the room again seeing them crowded near your bag your sketchbook open, you blush out of embarrassment

“soo.., y/n do you like yoonchae?” sophia starts her motherly instinct kicking in, “will you treat her right?” megan follows — “if you hurt her ill haunt your every move” lara threat, yoonchae stops them and goes infront of you

“do you like me?” she asks you nod, closing your eyes scared of rejection and afraid of what she might say, “i like you too” she responds you open your eyes as her arms wrap around your torso resting her head on your shoulder — you hug back earning you a satisfied smile from the girls who took photos again, you kiss the top of yoonchaes head smiling as the girl giggles

“okay now when is it my turn?” lara just jokes — “as if manon doesn't baby you too” megan hits back which lara just blushes to the eldest member smiling, the girls shocked but still glued their eyes on you two especially their happy maknae

wc: 1.6k words

#katseye #wlw #fem!reader #katseye x reader #kpop #gg fics #jeung yoonchae #yoonchae #yoonchae katseye #katseye yoonchae

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emeraldserenade · 2 months ago

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Fall In Love ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: you finally meet your best friend's family

tw: fem!reader, best friend's older brother!Joaquín, college aged!reader, slight age gap (like 4 years), barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

I don't know how I got this idea but I'm kinda in love with it

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Liliana had been your best friend for years, you met her at the beginning of your senior year of high school when you moved to Arizona. You had never met her family before, you've asked but she was nervous.

"Lili, come on, what's the worst that can happen?" You questioned as you stood in her room as she got ready. You two were staying at a hotel while visiting her family and family home over spring break.

"Oh, I don't know, my family hates you and then I sadly have to choose," she spun towards you as she finished putting her shirt on. "Or, worse, Joaquín and you fall in love," she sighed and you laughed at her.

"Lili, why would I fall in love with Joaquín?" You laughed some more but she just got up and left you alone in her room.

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You were fucked, you knew exactly why Liliana was worried about you falling in love with Joaquín. He was hot, exactly your type, and, from what you have seen in the fifteen seconds you've seen her family, unbelievably kind.

"Damn it, y/n," Liliana grabbed your arm and roughly pulled you away from her family before they even noticed you two. "You're already in love with him," she rubbed her forehead and you didn't get a chance to respond before her family spotted you.

"Ah, Lili, mi hija," her mother was the first to notice you two.

"Hi, mamá," Liliana hugged her mom and grabbed your arm after they pulled away. "This is y/n," she introduced you to her mom, and by proximity the rest of her family.

"Hi," you gave them an awkward wave but you were greeted with a hug by almost everyone instead.

"It's so good to finally meet you, querida," her mom gushed and just like that you were mashed into her family super well.

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"See Lili, you were worried about nothing," you told her as you finally got a moment to sit. Her family was admit about talking you as soon as possible and you were more than happy to oblige.

"Yeah, you really do fit into my family," she told you but her face set hard when her eyes landed on her brother. "He seems to like looking at you," she sneered and you laughed, her expression turned even more sour when Joaquín's expression tool on a more soft look.

"Lili, I'm sure you're reading too much into this," you told her, looking over at the one person you had yet to talk to.

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You really had to stop saying things, you were currently alone with Joaquín in the kitchen and kissing him like your life depended on it. You're not sure how it started but Joaquín had you pressed against a counter with one hand between your lower back and the edge and the other gripping your hip. Your hand were locked behind his neck and both of your hips slowly moving against each other.

"Are you joking?" Liliana's voice made both of you pull away from each other, you grimaced at her expression. She turned and walked off and you watched her leave.

"I'm sorry, I need to go talk to her," you muttered to Joaquín, he nodded but planted one more kiss to your lips before let you go. You made your way through the house, checking rooms and groups of people, you found Liliana in her childhood room.

"Go away," she muttered and you sighed.

"I'll leave but you need to hear me out first," you told her, leaning on the door frame. She was looking out the window with her back to you, but you could tell she nodded. "I'm sorry, ok. I don't remember how it happened but it did. I know you didn't want us to fall in love, and we haven't," she spun to face you at that.

"That's the problem!" She shouted and you could hear footsteps approaching but said nothing. "I could handle you two falling in love because at least then you'd end up my sister, but if you don't then you're going to be heartbroken and I'll have to face the fact that my older brother broke my best friend's heart," she ranted and you moved aside so Joaquín could stand in the doorway with you.

"Lili," you started talking again. "You've known me for years, you've been through every heartbreak and relationship since we met with me. When have I ever made you deal who broke my heart?"

"That isn't the point, the point is that I love both of you and having to chose would kill me," she told you.

"You wouldn't have to chose, Lili," you stepped into her room and gently grabbed her upper arms. You slid your hands down her arms to grasp her hands. "I would never make you chose," you assured her. "If you needed to chose, for whatever reason, I would never take you away from your family."

"I know and that's why you're my best friend," she told you, her eyes darted between you and Joaquín. "I'm leaving you two alone now, just, keep it pg in my room please."

"So, you're ok with me and her?" Joaquín spoke for the first time since he joined.

"Yeah, whatever, just please don't break her heart. I do want her to be my sister," she patted Joaquín on the shoulder and you shook your head in amusement.

"Well, you heard her," Joaquín walked to you, his hands landing on you waist. "And I believe we were in the middle of something," Joaquín started to lean down to kiss you when you heard Liliana's voice.

"PG!" She shouted and you laughed. Joaquín led you to his old room before going right back to kissing you senseless.

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#joaquin torres #joaquin torres x reader #joaquin torres x you #mcu #cabnw #cabnw spoilers #marvel mcu

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chenfleur · 2 years ago

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dreamy nights

pairing. streamer!jake x y/n ⇝ ft twitch chat

genre. fluff, twitch streamer au

word count. 1.9k

released. 10.18.2023

author’s note. i don't know if this requires context but just in case: a subathon is a stream where each time the streamer gets a sub, it adds time to the length of the stream!

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"That's not how the game works, chat!"

Even with a door separating you, Jake's whines still manage to reach your ears. Pushing down a smile, you delicately knock your first against the cold wood before slowly pushing in.

The room is shrouded in darkness, with the only source of light being the two large monitor screens set up; they're terribly blinding, causing you to recoil ever so slightly.

Too invested in the game in front of him, your boyfriend doesn't notice you've entered the room. This realization dawns on you, and instead of making your way towards him like you'd originally planned, you lean your weight against his doorway, simply watching him.

A fond smile dances on your lips.

The subathon's something he's been planning for ages.

It's something he had promised to his viewers, promised to himself that he'd carry out at least once in his streaming career. He's taken practically everything into consideration—what games he'd play, what guests he'd bring onto his stream, what would serve as entertainment while he's asleep. At the end, a chunk of the proceeds would go towards your local children's charity.

"Why?" you'd asked when he initially introduced the idea months ago.

He'd brought it up over some late night takeout—the two of you sharing food with distant sounds of traffic and quiet, curious conversations woven in between.

The plastic bag rustled as Jake pulled it closer to him, reaching in and taking out two bubble teas. As he slid your drink over to you, he had replied softly:

"Because I don't remember a time where I haven't wanted to do this. I've been given the privilege to give back to all of the people who have made my dream come true. I want this."

Jake Sim never fails to amaze you. You can't fathom how someone has been crafted with so much raw kindness—much less that you had managed to land that someone as your better half.

ari_01: look behind you bozo

"Look behind you, bozo- huh?"

Jake hastily spins his chair around. His eyes search through the dark before landing on you, tucked away in the safety of his doorway.

The sight of you eliminates tension in his body that he didn't even realize existed. A soft smile finds its way onto his face at the way your figure is illuminated from the pale blue glow of his monitor screens.

"Hi, beautiful."

It's been years and he still manages to make you reel at the simplest of compliments.

"Hi," you whisper back.

Turning back towards his monitor, Jake pauses his game. "Alright chat, Y/N's here. She's still a bit camera shy, so no monkey business, okay? You'll scare her," he scolds. You have to press a hand to your mouth to contain your laughter.

milkbread: MONKEY BUSINESS?

user1993: jake get out we want y/n

mariluvr: OMG ITS THE PRETTY GIRL!!! HIHIHIIIIIII

Jake playfully rolls his eyes before beckoning for you to join him. You oblige, pulling out a chair from the side and taking a seat. Habitually your hand reaches for his, fingers intertwining underneath the desk.

"Hi chat," you greet, a smile growing on your face as an influx of enthusiastic greeting messages appear on the screen.

A huff sounds from beside you. "Gosh, they're never this excited to see me."

"Don't dwell on it. I'm just naturally likeable," you tease, casting a brief glance off to the side. You expect a retort, yet it never comes.

Instead, you feel a squeeze of your hand. "How come you're up? It's late."

You purse your lips together, embarrassment filling your body at the thought of being in front of an audience of thousands of people.

"Go on," Jake presses.

"Just... missed you."

Jake swears his entire stream can see the way your words makes him melt into a puddle. He tries to—and fails spectacularly at—keeping his smile at bay.

"Yeah? Missed me?" he whispers. You nod, head lowered.

It's day four of what Jake had predicted to be an around week-long endeavour, but clearly he's underestimated how much his viewers love him (or hate him?) as the timer seems to see no end in sight. The only moments you've really gotten to spend with him over the course of the past few days are when he stumbles into bed late at night.

You've spent longer time periods apart, but you're still stirred by longing.

A small sigh leaves his lips. He runs his tongue over his teeth before lightly tugging you towards him.

"C'mere," he says, motioning towards his lap.

You look at him in bewilderment, reluctance etching itself into each of your facial features. "Jake, you're streaming-"

"Mmm," he hums, shaking his head childishly. "Don't care. They already know how far I'm gone. Besides, I need to prove them wrong—they keep calling me rizzless."

A laugh leaves your lips, but you still don't make any move towards him. Sensing your unwillingness, he places a gentle hand on your shoulder to encourage you.

"It's okay," he cooes. "It's okay, I promise."

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, as if challenging one another. His gaze is heavy on you, and eventually, you find yourself folding.

Carefully, you place yourself into his lap, the warmth emanating off of him instantly making you relax. His arms wrap around you loosely, resting on the curve of your hips.

"Stop subbing, chat. You're making my girlfriend miss me."

h3artz: i will literally gift 20 rn. do not start

minlmn: sounds like smth a PISSBABY would say

user0304: think about the children jake

"Think about the childr- Okay! Okay. Of course, for the kids," he laughs, rolling his eyes before redirecting his attention to you.

"Tired?" he asks, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You nod, sinking further into his embrace. "Are you gonna start up the mods segment soon?" you mumble into the soft fabric of his sweater.

Whenever it's time for him to go to bed, his moderators take over the stream for the night to ensure that there's always something going on—whether that's playing games or hosting a makeshift podcast.

"Yeah, soon. Via told me she wasn't available until midnight, so just a little longer. Then we can go to bed," he whispers, fingers gently tapping a rhythm on your lower back. When he feels you nod against him, he turns his attention back to his screen.

mi11: u guys r the reason why i believe in love

urmom123: BOOOOOOO YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE LAME LIKE THE REST OF US #NOTMYSTREAMER

streetfighter: u literally played league for 8 hours yesterday... what am i doing wrong with my life...

"Chat, stop being annoying. You should be happy for me," Jake grumbles. "And hey, to any league players out there-" he points at his webcam. "This is a sign. Don't lose hope, soldiers."

You erupt into soft laughter, removing your face from the crook of his neck and slapping him on the shoulder.

"Shut the hell up," you groan, eliciting a loud laugh from him.

Eyes scanning the live chat, you point out a message. "Look, Jake. Someone said 'not my streamer'," you snort.

"I'm used to it. I think I was collectively disowned yesterday during Uno."

"I heard about that from Jay. You must really suck at Uno."

He grins, hands travelling up to your waist. "But you still love me right?"

You scoff incredulously. "I loved you when you wore highlighter clothing to school everyday. It's going to take more than sucking at Uno for me to stop loving you, idiot."

Jake affectionately pinches your sides, causing you to yelp. Scowling, you begin to berate your snickering boyfriend before the sound of a notification interrupts you.

Upon reading it, Jake groans. "Oh, lord. Thank you for the twenty gifted."

You watch as the timer instantly shoots up another two hours, making your boyfriend close his eyes in defeat, leaning his head back against the headrest of his chair. Smiling, you brush some hair out of his face.

"They keep subbing," he whines. "It's like they enjoy watching my suffering."

You chuckle. "I don't think you should be badmouthing them. They're the ones who fund your stupid financial decisions, like buying a cardboard cutout of Heeseung. Which, by the way, came in today."

"Oh. You weren't supposed to see that."

"What is that even for?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

The two of you spend some more time talking with chat. You share what you've been doing for the past few days since Jake's been preoccupied with the subathon, recounting the bowling night you did with Jay and Sunghoon the other day. It takes you physically shutting Jake up with your hand to make him stop whining.

Exhaustion finally fully catches up to you, making you yawn. Jake watches you fondly before turning towards his monitor and swiftly muting his microphone.

"Go to bed," he coaxes, a hand smoothing over your hair.

You nod drowsily, slowly peeling yourself up from his hold. "Okay. Bye, chat."

"Mic's muted, baby."

"Oh."

You settle for some waves towards the camera, watching as messages bidding you goodnight flood in with a small smile. You think that you're incredibly lucky to be so well-received by his chat.

Jake's hand lingers on the small of your back. "I'll come join you in a bit, okay? I love you."

"Love you too," you mumble.

You begin to step towards the exit when suddenly, you're jerked backwards. A yell would've escaped you if it weren't for the fact that in a fraction of a second, your lips are on Jake's.

One of his hands is at the back of your neck gently pulling you down towards him, while the other one comes up into your hair.

For a second, you completely forget that you're on camera. The feeling of his plush lips on yours overwhelms you—your mind can't help but go blank.

But when that second is over, your eyes immediately snap open. You push at his shoulders, quickly stepping away from him. A scowl overtakes your face as he snickers at your reaction.

You flush crimson. "Next time, if you're going do that, turn off your webcam," you hiss.

"Mhm. Whatever you say, angel."

When you stumble out the door and frantically close it behind you, Jake turns back towards his stream and unmutes his microphone.

user899: MY EYES

redskies: highway looking so comfy rn

plays101: mom and dad get a fucking ROOM challenge

user555: this guy's asking to be slammed with a ban LMAO

Leaning back in his chair with a slight smirk, Jake's hands rest behind his head.

"Relax, chat. I'm not going to get banned. You know-" he pauses, his bottom lip between his teeth as he fails to contain his smile for the hundredth time since you appeared.

Jake hears you turn on the sink in the bathroom, yet the ghost of your presence still lingers in the way his body is still warm from your touch—the way he can smell the citrusy undertones of your shampoo.

"...that's what love is. Makes you do all sorts of stupid shit."

#im back on my twitch streamer shit 🔥🔥#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen oneshots #enhypen drabbles #enhypen jake #jake sim #sim jaeyun #jake x reader #jake fluff #jake imagines #jake scenarios

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yujiqi · 7 months ago

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match made in heaven

stranger!hyunjin x wealthy f!reader

synopsis: you’re feeling desperate tonight so you decide to look for someone to hook up with on a dating app and it seems you guys could be more than a one night stand

genre/s: smut, fluff

warnings: oral f!receiving, vanilla sex, lil bit of dry humping

wc: 1.7k

a/n: listen to singularity - bts while reading! i wrote this 2 years ago so it’s not that good but i feel bad for not posting so heres a little smth! mostly proofread!

you long for evenings like this. sipping on a glass of wine, taking a hot bath with a rich lavender essence filling the bathroom.

"miss y/n, your food has arrived. shall i leave it here?" you hear your butler from the other side of the door.

"leave it on my coffee table, thank you"

you hear his footsteps fading away. being wealthy is fun. many people say money cant buy happiness but you think that's false. they're just saying that because they don't have money.

you live alone, your butler and the others that do your housework come early in the morning, but by midnight, it's just you. a part of you wishes you had someone to spend your nights with. you’re the ceo of the company your dad owns. some say you were born with a silver spoon. they aren't wrong, but it does bother you how people badmouth you behind your back when you could easily end their career.

you take the last sip of your wine and set the glass down. you carefully step out of the bathtub and wrap a towel around yourself. the aroma of food fills your nostrils. you ordered lobster with a couple other sides. your butler left a new bottle of wine right by it. you usually don't have big meals like this but it’s friday and it’s been a tiring week. you hear your phone ring and you hesitate for a moment. you don't feel like talking to anyone right now. it’s your mom calling. she's always bugging you about how you need to get married.

"hello" you finally answer the phone.

"y/n. what did i tell you about ignoring my calls." she sounds mad.

"you know i'm busy, mom"

"too busy to answer the woman that brought you to this planet?"

"mom," you pause for a second because you really don't wanna do this right now. "i have to go"

"when are you going to get married, y/n" you feel like she can practically hear your eye roll at this point.

"why are you so worried about that when i'm literally the ceo of a company? i'm well off, i don’t need a man" you protest.

"i just think it would be best if you settled with a man, have a kid that will soon takeover the company too"

"i'm going to sleep. goodnight" and with that, you hang up.

you’re 26, she seriously needs to back off a bit. although you do feel you should find a man. you don't want a man to settle down with though, you want a man to satisfy you and pleasure you. lord knows you need it. you can't remember the last time you had sex. maybe 3 years ago? you’ve been so busy, you haven't had time to think about yourself. you look at your phone and can't believe what you’re about to do. you open the app store and type in "hookup apps".

you’re shocked you’d stoop this low, but you’re feeling really desperate tonight. you open the app and it asks for the basics. name, age, city, and a few extra questions. the app is very quick to find matches. none of them interest you until someone catches your eye.

hyunjin, 23, seoul

cool, hes 3 years younger than you but you can make it work. you send a request to him and he immediately sends a message.

hyunjin: into younger guys i see?

me: im gonna be honest... im really desperate rn

hyunjin: oh yeah? dont u wanna know even a little bit about me?

me: not really

hyunjin: i could be an old white man yk

me: the fact that ur saying that alr lets me know ur not

hyunjin: true

me: ill give u my address then

hyunjin: already???

me: i told u im desperate

you send him your address and anxiously wait in the lobby area of your penthouse. you mess with the strap on your velvet robe. you’re not wearing anything underneath so easy access, right? you get a message from hyunjin asking for the gate code. you give it to him and soon you hear the doorbell chime throughout the house. you quickly get up and open the massive door for him.

"woah" his mouth wide open, pure shock on his face

"you like it?"

"i'm not talking about the house, i'm talking about you" he says.

well that's a first. you don't get many guests, but when you do, all they talk about is the house.

"you're bold" is all you manage to let out. he's fine. incredibly fine. the way his long black his falls perfectly onto his shoulders. you notice the mole under eye. how unique. he's also very tall, much taller than you at least. he has long, slim fingers and your mind can't help but imagine what he can do with them.

"do you want a glass of wine?" you ask him

"i thought you were horny"

"i am, i'm just building up to it" you look up at him with those eyes. the ones that make any guy melt. you grab his hand and lead him upstairs to your room. we sit on the couch and you pour him a glass. even while he drinks, he doesn't take his eyes off of you. he looks hungry and you like it.

"this is a nice place you have" he says, setting down the glass.

"yeah, i'm the ceo of my dad's company" you’re not really one to brag so you don't know why you said that, internally face palming. he nods and continues to stare into your eyes. he then looks down to catch a glimpse at what you’re wearing. the hunger in his eyes grows even more. with the way he's looking at you, you don't think you can sit still any longer. you get closer to him. he watches you closely. you look at him and ask,

"what do you want?"

"you" is all he says before placing his lips on yours. he kisses you so slow and sensually, just how you like it. you wrap your arms around his neck and your hand moves to the back of his head. he deepens the kiss, if that was even possible. he adjusts himself on the couch, making you sit on his lap. you can't help but to slightly grind against him due to the lack of friction. he lets out a slight groan into the kiss. so he likes this... good to know.

"hyunjin, please" you breathe between kisses

he only lets out a low moan in response. his hands find your robe strap. he wastes no time unraveling it. you get goosebumps from the cold air. but the second his hands land on your bare chest, you feel hot. he plays with your breasts for a while before breaking the kiss. his lips move to your jaw, then neck, then collarbone. you start to breathe heavy as you wait for him to put his mouth where you want it the most.

he kisses the area right above your left nipple and takes it in his mouth soon after. you almost immediately moan at the sensation you haven't felt in forever. you run your fingers gently through his hair as his face is shoved in your chest.

"hyunjin, the bed" you whisper into his ear. he stops feasting on you and looks into your eyes with that same look from before, but this one more desperate. he hurriedly picks you up and places you on your king bed, white satin sheets. your lips connect again with the slow and sensual pace as hyunjin climbs on top of you. it feels like you’ve been doing this all night but its only been a few minutes. you pull his shirt over his head. he has a slim appearance, but also has visible abs. what a sight. he's so beautiful, you admire him before he starts to kiss down your stomach. he gets closer and closer to your pussy and you want to moan before he even does anything. you like that in this moment, no words are needed. you’re taking things slowly. you desperately want him to touch and feel every part of you. he looks up at you before eating you out like you’re his last meal. with every movement of his tongue, you feel like you’re in heaven knowing you’re far from it. you thrust your hips, shoving yourself further into his mouth. he pulls your legs further apart, trying to taste every inch of you. there's that familiar yet unfamiliar feeling building up in you.

a breathy "hyun m’gonna" is all that can come out of your mouth.

"not yet love" he moves away from your pulsing cunt. you’re about to whine before he shuts you up with another kiss. he sits up to unbutton his pants. he discards his boxers as well. he pumps himself a bit before leaning down to place more kisses onto your lips as if he'll never get to feel them again. he adjusts himself before thrusting into you slowly. gosh it's been so long since you’ve felt something this good. he leans forward onto his elbows, his cock buried deep in you. you feel his breath your my ear. you wrap your arms around him tightly. the way you are right now feels so comfortable. it's like you’ve known him your whole life even though you met 30 minutes ago. he ruts into you deeply and passionately.

"y/n you're doing so good" he breathes out. he holds you tighter, kissing the skin by your ear. his thrusts start to get faster as you both get closer to your orgasm, and your moans get louder. there's that feeling again, except it's much more intense this time. with one final thrust, you both release. it's interesting how you’re so in sync with everything. you don't want this to be your last night with him. you guys catch your breath for a second before he removes his head from your neck to look at you.

"you're amazing" he smiles at you, a sincere one.

"you too" you smile back.

for some reason, it feels like you don't need to say anything else. like you both know what the other is feeling and thinking through everything you just did. it's connections like this that you should cherish. you plan on sticking with him.

"lets stay like this for a while, then get cleaned up, yeah?" he says

you just nod, his hair tickles your chin.

you’ve finally found your match, your match made in heaven.

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 2 months ago

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VOODOO KISSES (I miss you)

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem! Summary: It's been a month since you graduated and you haven't seen Eddie since, you thought he must have left, until you bump into Wayne, and he tells you otherwise Warnings: a few swears but nothing i don't think?

sorry for the late update, i had bad writers block and had absolutely no idea where this series was going, figured it out hehe, thank you for your patience.

hope you like it!

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A job was a nice way to start your life, free from school, you could save money to find somewhere to live on your own, maybe get out of this shitty town.

Just like Eddie did, gone to find success and be a big rockstar, you figured it wouldn't be long until you heard his name on the radio as you drove to the diner.

You often thought about him, nothing much, just what he was doing during that time or if he was thinking about you too.

If he was having fun, you hope he was, it would make you feel less guilty for pushing him away.

He'd be having more fun wherever he is than he'd ever have with you.

But you just wondered sometimes, if he was serious about you, if he really wanted you to be his girl.

Sometimes you wish you didn't send him away, you curse yourself for always speaking before you think, it was a disease, you swore, but you always say it's your gut speaking for you, your heart talking.

Thats why you always back yourself up, if you hadn't had so much pride, you would have apologised, told him the five words he wanted to hear you say.

You'd say 'I want you to stay'

But alas, you'd cut your own tongue off so you couldn't if it didn't hurt so bad.

Maybe you'd meet him somewhere if you save enough to leave, you'd go to LA just to find him and apologise, maybe kiss him if he managed to still be single.

Which is why you go to your minimum wage job with a smile, your apron tight around your waist as you enter through the back, greeting Larry, the chef.

It wasn't so bad, you probably got more tips than you actually got paid, thanks to the middle-aged creepy men who liked to stare at your tits through the thin pastel yellow button up.

And not to forget the nice old lady who comes in every Wednesday and tips you a 40 every time, she was sweet. But you'd probably cry if she mentioned her grandson your age one more time.

It was a kind gesture, really, trying to set you up, but you just weren't interested.

You don't know when you would be, maybe never.

But ever since Eddie walked away from you, you realised you shouldn't have denied it for so long.

You liked him, a lot.

But it's too late. The damage was done.

You put the kettle on and went to the front, swapping shifts with your co-worker as they leave saying a quick hello-goodbye as you cleaned up a few tables.

It was right after the lunch rush, so it was pretty dead.

You loved when it was like this, you'd sit at the counter, or lean over the pass and talk to Larry, he was a grumpy guy, but he always had a sweet spot for the servers, a sweet man overall, but God help you if he's angry.

You've never seen it, but you'd heard the stories from your co-workers from before you were hired, and you prayed it would never happen to you.

You served a few customers before you saw a familiar face that made you gape in surprise.

He sat down at the stool by your left, not opting for a booth as he looked up at the menu above your head.

You gave him a few minutes before grabbing your paper and pencil, awkwardly making your way over to him as he looked down at the newspaper, glasses low on his nose as he read.

You put your customer service voice on, not knowing if he'd even remember you.

"afternoon, sir, how may I help you?" You asked sweetly, watching as he looked up, a frown on his face as he pinpoints where he knows you from

He thought for a second before putting his search on a pause to order "just a coffee and cheeseburger- no pickles, thank you"

You smile and ring in the cheeseburger as you get the coffee pot and a mug.

He watched you as you poured the coffee, looking at the name tag before letting out a noise of acknowledgment "you're Ed's friend, aren't ya'?"

It was your turn to frown now

"I'm sorry?" You apologised for your composure that made the man feel as though he said something wrong

"Eddie's friend? You came over for his birthday, no?"

You nodded slowly, but your questions were then answered with his next response

"Why haven't I seen you in a while? I told him I'd leave you kids alone, kissing ain't that bad.."

You felt your cheeks go hot as you remembered the scene. How could you ever forget that night? You'd never get rid of the regret that followed it every time you thought about it. You should have told him you liked him too.. maybe then this conversation with his uncle wouldn't be so awkward.

"Oh, right..um.." you started, sighing deeply as you tried to come up with a reason that wouldn't make you sound like a total and utter bitch.

You found no such excuse.

"You should come over for dinner" the man nodded his head, already confirming the dates in his mind.

You shook yours, taking the coffee pot back to its spot as he racked his brain.

He should be free on Wednesday, wait no, Bill had him cover his shift, no Wednesday

"You want to have dinner with just me?" You questioned, a hand placed on your hip as you leaned your hip on the counter, an eyebrow raised as you wondered why on earth Uncle Wayne would want to have dinner with you.

He was a kind man, rough around the edges, but not one-on-one dinner type of guy

He tilted his head, him now being the confused one

"I ain't saying it's just us, neither of us want that, trust'me" He spoke heavily, but which a light chuckle, taking the coffee mug into his hands and taking a sip.

It wasn't that hot, cooled down from sitting there for a while, but he seemed satisfied, or just didn't want to point out the fact it was probably the worst cup of coffee he's ever had.

But if it was- he was good at not showing it.

But that was besides the point.

His words stuck with you.

"Oh...is Eddie back?" You asked.

He didn't get time to respond before the food bell rang, to which you turned around and grabbed the plate.

It wasn't the worst looking burger, but Wayne didn't have much to compare it to.

You placed the plate right in front of him as he moved the newspaper out of the way

"Did he have fun? any record deals yet?" you wondered out loud

You didn't mean to pry; it wasn't your business. What Eddie did with his life didn't have anything to do with you anymore, and best believe it was your fault for that.

You couldn't help it, you just needed to know what he was up to.

But it was strange to only be gone a month. Maybe he didn't enjoy it like you thought he would.

"Unless he went somewhere I don't know, then, no"

You leaned against the counter again, fully facing the man as he took a bite of his burger.

You concluded that He was joking, he must have been, because how could he not know about his nephews' dreams of being a Rockstar?

You only knew Eddie for a short few months and knew about it, so how could the man that basically raised him not know about it?

He was joking

But you were still left confused

"So, isn't he in LA?" you asked, giving him a knowing look he definitely didn't pick up on as he looked up at you

"Who told you that?" Wayne scoffed, sipping his coffee shortly before bringing it down again, a slight look of amusement on his face

No one had told you that, mostly because you haven't seen anyone since you graduated last month.

It was just what you assumed.

"He's still here?"

"doesn't want to leave" he said like it was the most causal thing in the world, like he had no clue about Eddie's rants about wanting to get the fuck out of there.

But why on earth would he change his mind about that?

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Eddie didn't have much to do now that he didn't have to go to school.

For a while he would just stay in the trailer, sulking, missing you for whatever reason until he wasn't upset anymore, this was all you, you pushed him away.

No, he wasn't upset.

He wasn't even mad.

He had no feelings towards it. he was indifferent.

Which is probably the worst out of all the things he could be.

Because one, Eddie was very expressive, he always had feelings or opinions on every matter, but with you, it was like he purposely locked you away in his head, now you were out of sight, out of mind.

Well, not entirely the latter part of that saying, he still thought about you sometimes, there were just no feelings behind the thoughts, he would just picture your pretty smile and that would be it.

He was lost inside his room.

Lost inside his head

He closed his eyes and fled, the image of him being a Rockstar slowly fading away with every day he spends in Hawkins, He knows he should get out.

What would the rants about leaving be for if he continued to stay? he had to make a point.

But every time he imagined himself on stage, His mind couldn't help but torture him with the sight of you with him.

It just wasn't fair.

You had to have done voodoo shit on him.

and that shit is something not even Eddie messes with, he's terrified of voodoo, but you've done it. He knows you have.

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If you had known Eddie was still in Hawkins, you wouldn't have spent so long wishing you had given him a kiss goodbye, made him promise to come back.

You wish you would have known earlier, maybe it would have made it easier to apologise.

Because now time has passed and everything has set in, probably unable to be fixed.

He wouldn't accept your apology now.

But he might have if you said sorry a month ago.

Better yet, you could have just not said what you did.

But this was good news. He was still here.

And for whatever reason he was still here gave you hope.

You missed him, how could you not? he accepted you when no one else did.

Which is maybe why you decided to go to the record store, just to reminisce in the music that might bring you closer to him.

You knew you couldn't see him, it was like an unspoken rule, but nobody ever said you weren't allowed to think about him.

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Wayne still never got the hint that you two weren't friends anymore, which is evident to not only you, but now to Eddie as Wayne comes into the trailer only two days after your encounter with a smile that silently said 'I like to meddle with things'

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I saw your friend the other day" He spoke, putting him bag down by the door, because for some reason, the honeycombs his nephew was eating reminded him of the diner.

"Which one?" Eddie said with his mouth full of the cereal

Wayne tried thinking, he really did, but he shrugged "dunno, the girl"

Eddie paused his chewing for a moment to swallow, looking at his uncle like he had something up his ass

He had forgotten to tell Wayne about your broken friendship. maybe out of embarrassment when having to admit he liked you, and you well, Eddie still isn't sure what you felt towards him.

Every time Eddie thought he had you figured out, you did something to throw him completely off track until all he knew is that you were using him to get by in the last few months of school.

He was the only person to take you under his wing because for one, he felt guilty, and two, well...

You were just really pretty

But all you wanted was to have 'friends' for the last part of your school life.

He gets it, he's fine with being the pawn in that game, it's not like he's never been used before, he can handle it, doesn't mean he has to paint you in a bad light, no.

He just chooses not to think about it, it was better like that.

So now, life had sprung him into telling the truth

"We aren't friends, Wayne" the boy started, awkwardly scratching his hand, already feeling uncomfortable with his conversation

"Oh no, of course you ain't. I never thought for a second friends kiss each other like I caught you two doin'" Wayne raised an eyebrow, moving past his nephew to the fridge, grabbing a bear before heading to the couch.

Eddie was mortified, blushing furiously "No, Wayne, as in I haven't seen her since graduation"

Now it was Wayne's turn to look at him strangely.

"Now why the 'ell is that?"

Eddie shrugged "just...didn't stay in touch"

Wayne wasn't an idiot, he knew when to stop asking questions. which he reluctantly did, but not without a last comment

"Well, this is awkward' I invited her to dinner" the old man sighed as he opened the beer, flicking on the television as he put his feet up on the old coffee table as the younger Munson's almost chocked on cereal, his eyes popping out of his head

"You did what!?"

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The record store was quiet, but it usually was on a Wednesday afternoon. It was actually quiet most of the time, which was nice.

You didn't have to squeeze past anyone to get to the shelf you wanted, and only a few people stared at you when you made your way towards the metal section, the dust still prominent in the sign.

But unlike any other time, you imagined it or waited until everyone was gone, you just didn't care.

If it meant you'd get to be in any way, shape or form closer to Eddie, you'd do it.

You didn't exactly know what you were looking for,

Probably anything he's ever mentioned- if you could even remember

nothing else had worked out for you, you've tried many things just to get a feel of him in any way you can, but nothing can capture the sting of the guilt you feel for letting him 'leave'

The fair might not have been a wise decision when you look at you now, but you don't regret it, it was probably the best decision you ever made in high school, all you could ever think about from that day is the slight moment where his eyes lit up every time he looked at you, you saw it now. How he felt.

You flicked through the CDs and tapes, searching for something that catches your eye.

They didn't have much, not a wide variety like any pop or country genre

looking through all of them, you focused on names first, Motörhead, Judas Priest, Black sabbath, Metallica, Iron maiden, Wasp, and Dio.

You'd heard or Metallica and Wasp, remembering the music he played for you, Wild child playing as he drove you to his graduating party at the trailer.

And you remember Dio, that beautiful image of him at the fair wearing that Dio shirt with ripped sleeves imprinted in your mind.

So, it was safe to say that Wasp and Dio were the way to go.

The options were limited, only two different albums, one with a picture of a man struggling in water with a somewhat demon behind him, and the other one a faded orange so worn out you could barely see the same demon and figures in the foreground on the cover.

You went with the first one, deciding you liked the cover better than the other one and them immediately finding the one album that you could never get off your mind ever since you saw it for the first time all those months ago.

The album that basically started it all. The fantasies, the fascinating, the wonders.

The scary man on the cover stared at you, almost mockingly as you slowly picked it up. But you smiled, the last command, you were sure you were going to love it, if he did, you would most likely find the courage to as well.

You compared the two CD's in your hand and nodded, feeling happy in yourself as you walked up to the counter.

You still felt the stares at the back of your head as you waited for the worker to acknowledge you, but you didn't mind, what's a few more people to settle you as a freak?

You cleared your throat, and the worker looked up from the magazine he was reading, looking at the discs you've placed on the counter before raising an eyebrow as he examined you

"These aren't really meant to be bought... nobody buys them" he said dully, sitting up in his chair

"Then you should probably take them off of the shelves" you smiled brightly "how much do I owe you?"

He rang you in and deadpanned "16.47"

You paid happily and thanked him, feeling oddly proud of yourself as you backed up, turning around when you bumped into a hard chest, making them groan deeply, your CD's dropping just as you backed up.

You gaped as he bent down, picking them up for you as you stared at him, him pausing him movements halfway up as he looked at the music you bought.

You weren't ready, you weren't ready at all to see that soft face that was now frowning as he looked up before straightening his composure.

A slight flare to his nose and his eyes dropped more than they usually would. He definitely wasn't ready to see you either, you presumed

There was a slight glare to his eyes as you held out the CDs to you.

"Thank you..." you muttered as you took them, hating the way you couldn't look at him.

All your pride and confidence completely washed away by his stare

After a month of thinking he was gone, as soon as you find out he isn't, you see him? what bullshit was that?

It was silence before he spoke up quietly "I take it I rubbed off on you, huh?"

You could barely hear him with how quiet he was, making you finally look at him in the eye

You only nodded

He nodded slowly, and you noticed his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek as he stepped away, brushing past you, deciding that was it

And it was. You agreed as you walked out of the store, you mind telling you to go back and finally apologise.

But you couldn't go back in there.

So, you stood outside

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Eddie didn't want to see you. Well, actually, that's not the truth.

He was fine with not seeing you.

But now that he has, it's hit a spot he didn't want to be touched again, you just had to look so good and be buying metal tapes? what was up with that?

He mentally cursed himself for talking, for even helping you pick them up, he shouldn't have even left the trailer today, but he just had to get away from the awkward conversation with Wayne.

Also, what were the fucking chances he sees you for the first time in a month right after talking about you.

That was the voodoo shit he was talking about, and it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up at the thought of your magic.

He wasn't there for a while; he looked for a few moments before deciding enough was enough, you probably cursed the store, he needed to get out before it seeped through his veins.

But in all seriousness, seeing you ruined his mood, it wasn't you fault for bumping into you, he'll give you that, you didn't want to see him as much as he was fine with not seeing you, but now he's going to spiral back into thinking about you for ages and he'd rather get away from that right now.

What he didn't expect was to be bombarded at his van with you standing there, your foot tapping on the concrete

He stood a few feet away and stayed there

'ok...what's up with that?' he asked himself before slowly making his way over

"Hi" you spoke hushly

"Hi" he parroted

You took a short breath as you looked down "I thought you were in LA.."

"I bet that's where you want me too, huh?" he spat

He didn't mean to, but then again, some part of him needed to get that out

You tried to talk but nothing came out so, you settled for scratching your arm nervously

"I saw Wayne the other day" you mentioned, not sure why you felt the need to even say that, especially with the way Eddie responded

"Oh yeah, I heard" he nodded "I wouldn't take him up on that offer for dinner if I were you"

You chuckled dryly.

Eddie would go right about now, drive off and leave you with that, but seen as thought your blocking the driver's side door, he's a bit stuck

And unlike any other jerk, he would rather almost anything than put his hands on you.

Not because he would be grossed out, but because he doesn't want to hurt you, not that he probably could with just a light shove.

His tone let you know he wasn't ready to talk to you as he spat out every word

"I know you're mad-" you started before he shook his head

"'m not mad, nothing to be mad about, but you know what? I was just on my way to pack to head off, got a great record deal I gotta show up to, it's so far away you'll probably never see you again" He deadpanned, his tone nothing but sarcasm

"Ok..." you nodded, understanding his want for you gone

"Should have left ages ago, actually, just like you told me to, should have fucked right of-"

"So why didn't you?" you asked.

It was just a simple question, so why did it anger him so much?

"pardon?" he blinked, his jaw clenched, his eyebrows furrowed deeply

"Why didn't you leave?" you asked again

Eddie went silent, he wasn't ready to answer that question, because there was no answer.

He doesn't have one yet.

He doesn't know why he's still here, in Hawkins, In the trailer, In front of you and not in a recording studio.

He just never left.

He's not sure why.

It was your voodoo shit, you're making him stay, he concluded once again, that was the answer.

Realising he didn't have an answer, you opted for another comment, just wanting it out there.

You wanted him to know.

He had to know.

You didn't expect him to say it back, but you had to admit it.

"I missed you"

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mitski-solos · 2 months ago

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gay rep in gaming and in kcd2: A Rant

Ok, I'll try to make this as cohesive as possible, but remember that this is a rant after all, so excuse any possible mistakes or typos.

The gay representation in KCD2 is genuinely the most well-done, realistic representation that I've seen in gaming so far. There are multiple types of representation that I see in games, so let's break down what they are, why they do or don't suck and how exactly the KCD2 Hansry romance is superior.

Type N1) forced mechanical bisexuality.

In most RPGs, or really any games where you choose your own romantic interest, there is no gender-based limit on who can romance who, to allow a fully immersive experiance, tho I feel inclined to point out that this mechanic was introduces to gaming quite accidentally during the early era of gaming, when everything was still pixilated to all hell, they js didn't think to add a code prohibiting same-sex relationships cz developers didn't take their existanse into accaount at all, but then some players discovered it was a possibility and that's how mechanical-bisexuality became an almost industry standard, scince it opens up a wider market for the game without feeling "threatning" to the true consumers which everything was marketed towards(str8 white men).

Now, why do I call it "mechanical" bisexuality, u may ask? Well, bc it truly is just that. Mechanical. No character in that game i truly bi, it's solely a mechanic that's easier for developers and more convenient for gamers.

A good example of that would be Stardew Valley. I don't remember which bachelorette it is exactly, but as you romance them, you meet their ex, and the sex of the ex is the same as that of the player. So if you're male, the ex will also be male, if ur female, the ex will also be female. So no bisexuality for you. But ig you could still count it as "gay" rep, even tho for me even that feels very technical and mechanical, as none of it feels actually gay, there is no discussion or reference to sexuality and the weight of being in a gay reletionship is never brought up even if the setting of the game is on earth and not some fantasy world where being gay is considered totally ok and gay ppl arent treated any differently from str8s.

And well, since I brought up fantasy worlds, let's talk abt type N2) gay rep in fantasy.

This can be very well done or absolutely terrible, depending on the writing and premise, and I feel like we can use Dragon Age as the perfect example for both ends of the spectrum.

So I actually haven't played Dragon Age, so my wording or explanations may not be perfect, but bear with me.

So from what I've heard and know abt the game, the gay rep in old games is great and the way they treat gender is very tasteful and generally well done, at least I've never heard anybody complain. Tho is the newest game, it's... well, let's just say it's not the best. You get this nonbinary character and they spend a lot of time bitching and moaning abt coming out to their mom even tho nothing up to that point has made them feel like their mom wouldn't support them or anything. and look, you may call this good rep cuz oh hey its a real life struggle that they are going thru right? But NO! bc it's the very fantasy setting where being gay is totes cool and ok that i mentioned a second ago and it's not treated the same way as on earth, so taking this character from a utopian fantasy world where even the lable "nonbinary" shouldn't exist bc there is no binary in the first place and projecting this earthly struggle onto them as a sorry excuse for representation feels forced and increadibly boring. Also, some other conversations in the game abt gender were incredibly cringe and also felt very forced, but maybe they were out of context or smth idk but whatever the case may be, it's a separate issue, so let's move on.

type N3) canon gays

So, most of the time, I love all the canon gays in gaming and any media in general.

In gaming, canon gays r mostly in big story games. Like, the first most obvious ones coming to mind would be Ellie and Dina from The Last of Us, or Mileena and Tanya in MK1. Tho those are the only straight up gay gay all up in ur face gay couples that I can think of from AAA games that I've played, so there isn't enough of this type of rep out there. Tho I feel it is the best and most "true" rep in gaming that is the most enjoyable for players AND could be more eye-opening and redeeming for any homophobes playing the game.

So now that all of that is out of the way, you may say, well, aren't Henry and Hans just another case of the so-called mechanical bisexuality? And to that I'll say a very confident no.

Let's tackle Henry's sexuality first. In both the first and second game, he can get with various women, not even mentioning all the trips to bathhouses, and the only men Henry can get with are Black Bartosch and Hans. The sole existence of the Black Bartosch option is, I feel like, an argument enough to Henry's true bisexuality, but if you choose to turn him down, you need to choose an option saying "I prefer women", so some may argue that there! He said it himself! But there is a second piece of evidence in the game that confirms his sexuality to be canonically bi. When you get to Kutttenberg, one of the first side quests you can do is "A Good Scrub" in which you help the new bathhouse owner Betty safely transport her bathhouse wenches from some inn to the bathhouse. While on the road, you can talk to them and at some point they'll ask you if you prefer tits or ass(game of the year type convos am i right?) and u could either staight up answer ass or tits or you could try to evade answering the question, and if you choose the last option, the girl will joking ask henry "are you sure your don't prefer boys?" and that gets Henry INCREADIBLY flustered, he starts stuttering and can't fully deny it and just mutters a quiet, frustrated "fuck" at the end. Yall that's not a reaction of a str8 person, it's a reaction of a queer man that's just been clocked. Don't even try to deny it.

Now onto Hans. We do see terribly little of him and his interactions with other ppl, but there is still very strong evidence for his bisexuality, which is a book that you find under his bed in the Devil's Den, titled "A Collection of Somewhat Bawdy Poems". It's literally just a book with a bunch of homoerotic poems in it, I'm not ever kidding. Here are all of em so you get the full picture:

"My love for you is heartfelt.

You can tell from my unbuckled belt.

My mind is troubled badly

by one question above all:

When will my lover fondly

caress my left ball?

"Love thy neighbour", saith Our Lord.

And I took it to heart.

I started to fulfil His word,

at least in their southern part.

My heart is mourning dejectedly.

Even my hand rejected me!

By day and night I think of you,

I shall love you always.

My heart is faithful, loyal and true,

Though my body sometimes strays.

A knight in battle attire

got into bed with his squire.

Instead of conquering forts,

They played with each other's swords."

That last part I highlighted is literally them ARE YOU SERIOUSSSSS. Now I did see someone on Reddit saying that the book appears in the room before Hans ever moves in, but let's be so honest for a second, in a game as detailed as KCD2, that book being specifically under HANS'S bed is no coincidence, even if it appeared earlier than Hans himself. The devs knew what they were doing. and that book is still there whether you romance Hans or not, so call me delusional if you want, but for me, that's evidence enough.

Now, onto the most important part: why is Hansry so good?

In my purely subjective opinion, I think that if KCD2 was a story game instead of an RPG, it would be a type N3 representation, and Hansry would be the canon couple. Henry undeniably has the most connection and chemistry with Hans. He doesn't interact with Katherine much and it does feel like they're more good friends-at-arms than anything, and at the end of the game, Henry himself jokes that she's too old for him, and ugh don't even get me started on Rosa. Henry literally barely interacts with her, her romance option is so weird to me fr.

I also think that Hansry was planned, or at least thought of and acknowledged by the devs from the very beginning of the franchise. The way they interact in the first game can VERY easily be interpreted as flirting and they're literally your textbook example of the enemies-to-friends-to-lovers troupe. So with the foundation that the first game gives us, their eventual romance is very believable and realistic, it doesn't feel like one of those gay relationships that was never meant to be but was basically "pushed" into canon by fans, ykwim?

So for me what makes their couple such great rep is how even without the gay relationship, they remain queer men, their sexuality isn't purely mechanical. Their relationship doesn't feel flat or forced, like it often happens with optional gay romances. And even without ever acknowledging the weight of their relationship, it feels natural and not like the devs didn't wanna discuss gay stuff yk? Like in early game Henry can literally fuck some girl (i dont remember her name srry:3) out in the open - in a forest, but he specifically locks the door before kissing Hans. After the kiss, Hans looks worried and scared and apologises bc he knows that he, as a man, literally just kissed his dear friend, another man, and he doesn't know how Henry will react to it, and that's why he's so worried. And through these little details, the game acknowledges the weight of their relationship without them ever having to sit down and talk abt it, or the game having to address it, and that's what good writing is! It's refreshingly realistic.

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satanforbrains · 1 month ago

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Learning to Dance Again

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Dance Teacher!Reader

Summary: "I haven't danced since 1943."

Reader is a dancer; the best one there is. She teaches Bucky how to dance again. Just soft, sweet fluff, really.

Warnings: Little bit of pining, kissing, soft Bucky, the petname "beautiful."

Word Count: 3,720

A/N: My first ever Bucky fanfic, just a little short story I wrote inspired by a conversation I had with a friend. I have a bunch more. Reblogs for reach would be so appreciated 🤗 I hope you love it

You spent most of your weekend evenings on the dance floor at local clubs. You were the most talented dancer in the room and every time you hit the floor, the rest of the club goers couldn't help but stare. Anyone who watched you was amazed, seeing you do anything from the Foxtrot, the Mambo, or the Jive, to more contemporary styles, such as ballet, jazz, and lyrical dances. You could do it all.

During the day, you taught at your own studio, the one you dreamed of having since you were little. Boys, girls, men, and women of all ages flowed in and out of your studio every day, learning any type of dance their hearts desired. Your best friend even tried to convince you to become an Olympic dancer. You're just that good.

On a Saturday night, you'd just finished dancing the jive with another person in the club. Once again, you'd amazed everyone in the room, including someone you hadn't seen before. You hadn't thought much of it, and made your way to the bar, coincidentally sitting next to the unfamiliar person. He appeared to be about your age, perhaps a bit older, and a bit stand-offish. The man wasn't talking to anyone, and his primary focus was on his glass of whiskey, even though it seemed as though he'd barely touched it.

You order yourself a cocktail and the sound of your voice makes the man next to you nearly break his neck as he turns to look at you. He had been captivated by not only your skill on the dance floor, but the smooth sweetness of your voice. You hadn't noticed the way his head snapped to look at you, as you were already talking to a group of people who seemed significantly younger than you, so, he quickly looked back, thankful you didn't notice.

He snuck several glances at you as you spoke, noticing as you sipped your cocktail while others were talking, taking in every detail. The way your eyes crinkled when you smiled, how you made eye contact with each person as they spoke, the way your lips wrapped around the rim of the glass, and how closely you paid attention to what each person was saying.

When the group of twenty-somethings walked away, you turned back to the bar and sipped your drink again. The man's gaze shifted towards you again, and this time, you could feel him looking at you.

You turn to say something to him, but, he speaks up before you can.

"You're really good," he says, with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"Oh," you reply, your expression briefly flashing with surprise before turning to a warm smile. "Thank you. Do you dance at all?"

"I haven't danced since 1943," he tells you with a chuckle that was almost dry.

"Do you remember how to do it?" you ask as you set your drink on the bar and turn to face him.

"No," he tells you, his voice a little gruff but oddly inviting somehow. "No, I don't."

"I could teach you," you offer, without even thinking about it. "Y'know, if you wanted me to."

"What?"

"I'm a dance teacher, I have my own studio. I'd be happy to teach you how to dance again."

"Really?"

"Absolutely," you say with a nod and a slight smile. "My last class ends at 6:00 pm on weekdays but I'm usually at the studio until 7:30. If you come any time this week after hours, I'd be happy to show you the ropes."

"That would be really nice," he quips as he turns towards you, opening himself up more. "I'm Bucky, by the way."

"It would be nice. Y/n."

"Y/n." He repeats, as if trying it out. "It suits you."

"Thank you," you say with a slight laugh.

"Yeah, you're welcome," he tells you, his smile, that you happened to be enjoying quite a bit, growing just enough for you to notice. "Where's your studio? Wouldn't want to walk into the wrong one by accident."

"Oh, right, my bad," you chuckle. "It's the one at the south end of Main Street, Moonwalk Studio."

"Right," he says with a laugh as you take one of your business cards out of your purse and hand it to him. He carefully takes it from you and looks at the front and back before standing up and saying, "I know where this is. I'm sure I'll see you soon. It was nice meeting you, y/n."

"It was nice meeting you, too. I hope I'll see you soon," you say, offering him your hand to shake before he walks away. Instead, as you stand up, he turns your hand in his and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles. His lips linger for a moment before he drops your hand, nods at you, and walks away.

All this week, you stay late at the studio, sometimes even until 8:00 to see if Bucky would come. After your last lesson had cleared out, you always freshened up, but, he never came.

Your back was turned as you were hanging new decorations for the new season on Wednesday, when you hear the entrance bell ring at the door. Your heart dropped and you'd gotten too excited thinking Bucky had come, but, it was a couple and their young daughter.

The man cleared his throat to get your attention, making you turn around. Your excitement faded to disappointment when you saw that it was not, in fact, Bucky standing in front of you.

"Hi, you're y/n y/l/n, right? We've heard amazing things about your program and we'd like to register our daughter for the upcoming season," The woman asks.

"Yes, that's me, but, I do apologize, we're closed now. We open at 09:00 for registration and services tomorrow morning and I would be happy to help you then," you explain with a strained smile.

"Oh, right, our apologies. Thank you so much," the man says with an awkward laugh. "Have a good night."

"You too, thanks for dropping in. I do hope to see your daughter next season," I say with a wave as they leave, before going back to hanging decorations, still with the hope that Bucky might come. It wasn't even 7:30 yet.

But, he didn't come on Wednesday. Or on Thursday. You had started to wonder if he would ever come.

On Friday, you considered going home right after your last class had ended, not bothering to wait. The only reason you didn't wait was because you needed to work on the choreography for a new lesson for one of your most advanced classes.

When you were dancing, you were in your own world, focused on nothing but the movements of your body and the way the music almost ripped through you as you laid out a routine for your dancers. You were so focused that you were totally oblivious to the fact that Bucky had come in, especially considering the fact that he was quiet upon his entrance. And, he was okay with the fact that you hadn't noticed him yet. He was mesmerized by the way you moved your body, just like he was that night at the bar. There was nothing sexual about it, but, something about the perfect movements of your body that seemed to be of a second nature to you, made him unable to look away. He felt as though if he did so much as blink, he'd miss something.

When you finished planning the new choreography, you'd turned around to stop the music, but stopped in your tracks, startled, when you saw Bucky leaning against the reception desk. Your mouth went bone dry, but, you quickly came back from the feat.

"You came," You said with a slight smile. "It's good to see you again."

"Of course I came. It's good to see you, too," he says with that warm smile of his that you could never get enough of.

"How long were you standing there? I'm sorry I hadn't noticed."

"If I wanted you to notice sooner, you would have, beautiful, don't worry. You're incredible. I liked watching."

"Did you?" You tease as you push a few loose hairs out of your face.

"Of course I did."

"You ready for me to show you the ropes?"

"Take it away."

"Of course," you nod as you head over to your CD player and take out the contemporary disc you had in. You pick through some CDs before taking out a Frank Sinatra CD from 40s and skipping to a track called "What Makes the Sunset." Bucky softens and his expression melts into a smile as he recognizes the song. "C'mon," you say, gesturing for him to join you on your dance floor. "Let me teach you how to do the foxtrot. It's easy."

He grimaces slightly but joins you anyway. "What do I do?" He asks, looking at you for instructions.

"We'll start with the footwork. Pretend there's a square on the floor. You're going to keep your movements confined to that box," You explain, never taking your eyes away from him. "You got that?"

He nods, and you take that as a sign to continue.

"Good. The footwork is simple. It's just step, step, feet together, step forward, step, step, feet together," you tell him, demonstrating the steps as you go, and counting off the steps that follow the beat and tempo of the song. "Go ahead, give it a try," you encourage softly.

"Oh, god, alright," he chuckles, nervously, and tries to follow your demonstration. You count the beats out loud for him to follow and watch him closely. You notice he struggles a little but you figure more practice will help.

"Keep trying," you encourage softly. "You've got this."

Bucky nods, his eyes glued to his feet as he tries to mirror your movements, which caused him to stumble a bit.

"Hey, look at me, not at your feet," you instruct and almost instantly, he meets your gaze. "If you focus too much on your feet, you'll stumble. Keep your eyes on me, you're doing good."

"Like this?" He asks, causing you to glance down at his footsteps.

"You're slightly offbeat, but, otherwise, exactly like that."

"The music makes it confusing," he admits softly, almost as if he didn't want you to hear him.

"That's okay, I'll turn it off and we can try again?" You offer as you head over to take the CD out of the player. You put the CD back in the case before joining him again. "Do you want to try again?"

"Yeah. We can try again."

"Great. Same thing, just try to follow the beats I count out," you tell him gently before restarting the footwork pattern again, watching him as you count out the beats. He seems to have a much better grasp on the steps without the music.

"Good," you say with a smile. "You're getting the hang of it. Now try rotating as you step forward, like this." You demonstrate the rotations and he copies it shockingly well, having a vague recollection from the 40s, now that he's gotten the hang of it. "You're doing great, keep trying and hold your arms up, as if you were dancing with a partner. Hold your left arm up and curve your right arm in towards your body."

He looks at you again, doing his best to follow your guidance to the letter. You nod in approval, a silent encouragement to keep going. His eyes are glued to you as he tries to mirror your movements.

"Just like that," you praise, breaking the silence in the room that was filled with nothing more than footsteps on the floor. "Now, try to turn your box steps into more of a glide, like this," you demonstrate, still counting off the beats for him as you dance in the silence.

You keep a close eye on him as he practices, and at one point, you stop and approach behind him to fix his posture and the way he holds his arms, which makes the movement so much easier for him. He gives you a thankful look as you step away and continue mirroring the movements for him, the room still silent except for the sound of both of your footsteps and your voice counting off the beats.

"You're doing really good. Now try to add a bit of a sway, particularly in your shoulders and torso. Just like I do," you explain, adding the final step of the foxtrot once you think he's ready.

The first time he tries, he messes up a bit because his form isn't great, but, again, you correct it, and he has the dance almost perfected.

"You're incredible," he says with a laugh, his smile finally reaching his eyes and making them sparkle.

"So are you. Do you want to try it together?"

"Together?"

"Yes. Let me have this dance," you say as you outstretch your hand.

He takes it and pulls you into his arms, your body flush against his for just a second. Both of your faces warm as you meet eyes before you step back and hold his left hand with your right, holding your arms out at an angle, before hooking your left arm under his right, outstretched. His metal hand rests on your back between your shoulder blades and his flesh hand is interlocked with yours.

"You lead, and I'll follow. You step forward as I step back. We can start with the box step, then work up to the glide and sway if you want, or you can jump right into it. Do whatever you're comfortable with," you instruct softly.

He nods and starts with a few box steps with the rotations, but, eager to impress you, he starts to glide and sway across the floor with you in his arms. You follow his footsteps, stepping back as he steps forward, gently guiding him. You mouth the beats to him instead of saying them out loud, his eyes never leaving your face.

His dancing definitely needed some work, but, you definitely planned on helping him with that. "You're a bit bouncy now, try stepping heel to toe," you suggest. He isn't a man of many words, but he nods and follows your advice. It takes him a few tries but he gets the hang of it, already having improved.

"Do you want to try something?" You ask softly, your smile turning into something more determined.

"Show me."

"As you sway, turn in a circle. It's called a tumble turn. I'll move with you," you explain. He nods and does a few more steps before he tries the turn. You move with him, exaggerating the sway slightly, in the most graceful way. He uses the hand on your back to guide you, as you do with him as you fall back into the gliding steps across the floor. "That was really good. Now, turn again, with a little less sway, and let me fall back a bit, but lean into me as I do it. Whenever you're ready."

Bucky glides across the floor a few more times before turning again, as you instructed, and letting you fall back. You move your body back, almost like a dip, but not as deep, and much less dramatic. He leans back with you, his body perfectly in sync with yours as you move across the dance floor.

"That was perfect. How does it feel?"

"Good, y'know, it feels good."

I chuckle and nod at his reply. "The more you practice, the more you'll get the hang of it, it'll start to feel more natural," you explain as he tries to do another tumble turn. "I can always help you practice."

"Great. That gives me an excuse to see you again."

"I suppose it does. I'm certainly not complaining," I agree, laughing.

Bucky laughs, and you can't help but notice how his eyes crinkle just slightly in the corners. He extends his arm to spin you under it, a classic ballroom dance move. He pulls you back and into the perfect position almost flawlessly, something that almost seemed like a practiced skill.

"That was impressive," you comment, nodding in approval.

The room was still quiet, except for your voices and footsteps as the two of you continued to glide across the dance floor, practically basking in the presence of one another. He spins you again this time, but, in a too loose, too fast movement, he accidentally pulls you flush against him again, instead of back into position. Your faces both flush just enough for the other to notice, his eyes glued to your own. You both chuckle nervously, but, neither of you pull away.

"Look at you," Bucky murmurs to you as he leans in a bit closer so his lips are nearly touching yours.

"Bucky..." You reply as his flesh hand comes up to trace your jawline.

Your breath catches in your throat as your eyes flick up and down his face. His thumb brushes lightly across your bottom lip as his metal hand rests lightly on your waist.

Bucky half expects you to pull away, even leaning back in preparation for you to do so, but, you step just slightly closer and lean in more, so his lips just barely brush against your own.

"Can I kiss you?" He murmurs softly, the warmth of his breath brushing against your skin.

Your heart hammers against your chest, almost as if it might jump out. You nod, but before he can do it, you press your lips against his, finally closing the distance. Bucky's breath catches in his throat, surprised, but he responds quickly.

His lips move slow against yours. Soft. Unhurried. His metal hand gripped your waist, the touch firm, but not hard, or rough. Your arms made their way around his neck and held the back of his head, pushing him closer to you just slightly. Gently.

He only pulled away when both of you were breathless. Had neither of you needed to breathe, he could have kissed you all night.

"Finally," Bucky whispers as he tried to catch his breath. "I've been wanting to do that all night."

"Have you, now?" You tease as you draw your arms back. His metal hand stays on your waist and his flesh hand comes down, too. Just resting there, his touch no longer firm.

"Yes," he says as he leans in to press soft kisses along your jawline. You don't say anything but you tilt your chin up slightly to make it easier for him.

Neither of you said anything for a while. You'd moved to rest your head on his chest, and slowly, almost intimately, you were moving across the dance floor with him again. He held his hands in yours. There was no choreography, no specific steps, no music, no words. It was just you and him, basking in the moment; in the warmth of one another.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," you admit softly, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

"So do I, beautiful, but, it's getting late," he murmurs before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"I know. You should get home, get some rest," you say as he reluctantly releases you from his arms.

"You should, too," he quips, following you to your office in the back of the studio.

"We'll leave together so I can lock up. We'll have to be quick when I set the alarm."

He nods, watching you as you sling your bag across your body. You punch the code in and the alarm dings, letting you know it's been set.

"Alright, c'mon," you say as you quickly head to the door, knowing you need to get out and lock the door fast. Bucky beats you to the door, opening for you and letting you step outside first. "Thank you."

He nods as he steps outside with you, watching as you lock the door with quick, practiced ease.

"This was really nice," you tell him with a smile that he could barely see in the darkness. "We have to do it again sometime."

"We do. Thank you," he agrees, as he grabs your hand and places a soft kiss to your knuckles like he did that night at the bar.

"Of course. Have a good night, Bucky," you say before walking away.

"You, too, y/n. Get home safe."

He watches you for a few moments, to make sure you made it to your car safely, but, he quickly realizes that you're walking home.

"Wait," he calls out before you get too far away, taking long steps to catch up with you.

"What's wrong?" You ask, turning back to see him approaching you.

"Let me walk you home," he insists, offering you his hand. "It's not safe for you to be walking alone this late at night."

"Oh, no, that's okay, you don't-," you start, but Bucky cuts you off, but, he doesn't say anything. He just gives you a look that makes you relent immediately. "Alright, alright, thank you. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome," he nods as he takes your hand. He moves you to the inside of the sidewalk and keeps you close to him.

"Someone's protective, hm?" You tease, looking up at him with a smile.

"It's just the right thing to do," Bucky shrugs, as if it were nothing.

"That's sweet."

"It is not."

"Whatever you say," you quip with a singsong tone.

Bucky just chuckles as shakes his head as you continue walking. The rest of the walk to your apartment is silent, but, nothing needed to be said. He enjoyed simply just being in your presence, just as much, if not even more than you enjoyed being in his.

"I'm right here," you say, tugging on his arm just slightly as you approach your apartment complex. "Thank you for walking me home."

"Of course," he tells you with a smile before softly kissing your forehead again.

"Get home safe. I hope I'll see you again soon," you call as you both start walking in different directions.

"Don't worry, you will."

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ms--lobotomy · 9 months ago

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40k Lion being an an absolute freak. A slutty old man. A whore. Anything will do really.

Normally I don't answer requests while they're closed, but @kit-williams has a long overdue birthday gift involving Lion of either type. I was already going to do 40k Lion, but this is the kick in the ass I needed to finally write the fic. Thank you, Anon!

Summary: Lion reunites with an old lover.

Word Count: 649

Content Warnings: This one's real soft but like. Armor kink and breeding and vague NSFW

Image Credit: @squishyowl

You were going to become a mother. At least, that's what he had promised you. Before Horus lost his mind, before the man you loved vanished without so much as telling anyone where he'd gone. Ten thousand years had gone by. Despite your nature as a Perpetual, it was a long and accursed wait for something that might not even happen. Ten thousand years, and you'd not given up for a day.

Someone who'd been the lover of a Primarch would have had to go into hiding for the foreseeable future. So hide you did, moving from planet to remote planet and never staying for more than a few Earthen years. It was late at night while you worked. The noises you heard were like small earthquakes, but rhythmic as one thump superseded another. Right after the last one, you heard a knock.

"Shouldn't you be...?" you asked, words failing you.

"What in the galaxy do you mean?" you heard a familiar voice respond.

It all clicked in your mind. Perhaps the footsteps of a Primarch were so unfamiliar to you nowadays, so otherworldly that you'd mistaken them for something else. You hadn't looked out of any windows, but you saw a familiar shade of green. And you'd recognize the voice anywhere, if it was a little huskier and a little more worn.

"Lion?"

"Indeed," he replied, "now if you could invite me in, that would be quite welcome."

You tilted your head. He was never one to announce his presence, and the Lion you knew would open the door himself if he'd wanted to see you. Oh, well, you've reasoned with yourself. Most people change in ten thousand years. As you approached the door, you saw the familiar etchings in his verdant armor. You opened it and craned your neck up to look at him.

"You've aged," you said softly as he ran a hand along your cheek. His wrinkles were far more pronounced, and his hair was silver instead of the blonde you remembered. His forest-green eyes were the same, and he made rare eye contact with you as the crows feet grew deeper with his smile.

His smile widened. "You haven't," he replied, kneeling down. He slipped a hand behind your knees and lifted you up, his armor cold against your skin.

You relaxed. Despite the metal armor, his hold was as comfortable as your remember. He stood up. You hadn't felt that rush of air in a long while. You were now higher above the ground than you were tall.

He lifted you to his mouth, and you bared your neck as he pressed kiss after soft kiss into it. His whiskers were still rough against your skin, but that was a welcome feeling after going so long without it. Your eyes met again, and you let out a light giggle.

"I've missed you," he mumbled before resuming his activity.

"I've..." you started. How were you even going to begin to describe how you felt, those ten thousand years of sleepless nights waiting for him? That empty feeling of waiting, of not knowing whether your efforts were for nothing. Relief didn't even begin to cover how you were feeling. "I've missed you t-!"

He set you down and knelt before you again, pressing his lips onto yours and pressing you into the side of your house. The straps of your sundress were pushed up and to the side, and your eyes widened as his closed. After a minute, he pulled away.

"Too soon?" he asked, concern in his voice.

"N, no," you whimpered. You made no effort to pull the straps of your dress back up, thanking your lucky stars that you had no neighbors.

"Good," he said. "Now, help me take off my armor. I want to keep my promise to you."

"What-?"

"You're going to become a mother when I'm done with you."

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#warhammer 40k x reader #primarch x reader #lion el'jonson x reader #lion el'jonson #reader insert #warhammer lobotomy #sry all mine have been short i really wish i could be Wordier but i am Not

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fakeagatha · 2 months ago

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Mrs Fletcher | Prof!Eve Fletcher x Fem!Reader | Chapter Eight: Packing

Summary: The day before your trip, you find yourself preparing your luggage, when Eve pays you a visit.

Warnings: None Word Count: 1224 Genre: Fluff, Romance Date: 28/4/2025

A couple months went by since the ordeal with Miss Evanora. In the beginning, it was difficult. Everyone in the hallway seemed to stare at you, and you heard whispers when you walked past. You knew that hardly any students liked her, so they probably weren't saying anything bad about you, you hoped anyway, but it still bothered you. Eve had been an absolute sweetheart, as she would check in on you every day, even when you told her that you were fine now, and that you've let it go.

Time really goes by quickly because now, the afternoon before your flight, you were rummaging through your room for what you might need for a week abroad. You made a checklist on the notes app on your phone, but you were still worried that you would forget something important and not realize until it was too late. Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

You got up from your knees and opened the door, smiling when you saw Steve.

"Hey. I keep worrying that I'm forgetting stuff." You sighed, and he peered over to your suitcase.

"Do you have your passport? Your charger? A change of clothes?" He asked, and you nodded along.

"Yeah, all of that..." You bit your lip, "My wash bag, my money, oh! My iPad. You never know if I may need it!" You grinned, taking the device and putting it into the rucksack you were using for carry-on luggage. "Are you already packed then?"

"Yeah, I don't think I need to take much, just the essentials." Steve replied, sitting down on your bed, "I'm excited to visit the War Museum they were telling us about, it sounds cool."

"It does. I can't wait for the old prison!" You exclaimed, and he quickly agreed.

"That too! This trip is gonna be awesome Y/N, I'm telling you." He sighed, "I haven't been on a field trip since Highschool, that time we went to Oklahoma."

You laughed at the memory, "Remember when we lost Mrs Dickson at that natural park?"

Steve laughed along with you, nodding, "I can't believe she was left responsible for us."

He then cleared his throat and stood up, "I'm going to see how Logan is getting on, he always leaves everything to the last minute."

"I remember," You chuckled, "See you later!"

Steve closed the door behind him, and you sighed. You were looking forward to explore Malta, and learn about its history, but you were also excited about the different shops and restaurants you could check out in your free time there. The thought made you smile to yourself, the reality setting in that you'd be travelling tomorrow!

You bit your lip, your smile widening as you remember that you'll be spending the next week with your crush too. It was a bonus really, you get to travel, and you get to do that with someone very special to you.

Sighing, you took another look through your suitcase, and another knock on the door startled you. You rolled your eyes, standing up and swinging the door open, expecting to see Steve again, but your heart dropped when you saw Eve's smiling face on the other side.

"Hello Y/N! I'm just going round making sure everyone is getting ready! We missed our flight one year because someone who hadn't packed made us late..." She sighed, the memory bringing her annoyance mixed with disappointment.

"Hey Mrs Fletcher!" You exclaimed, "Would you like to come in?"

"I will, but I won't stick around for too long." She replied back, stepping into your room, "So, are you excited?"

"Yeah, really excited!" You grinned, Eve's expression matching yours. "But you know what I just realized? Since miss Evanora got fired, who's coming instead?"

Eve chuckled, shaking her head, "I think a lot of students forgot that she was coming with us in the first place. Mrs Olney has taken her ticket. It was a last minute decision really, we only came to the conclusion a few days ago because no one else wanted to accompany your group..." She shrugged.

"... Who's that?" You asked sheepishly.

"Oh right, she works part time in the university library. Normally only professors would come along, but it was either her or we'd end up short staffed."

"I might have seen her round a couple times. She seems nice enough!" You smiled at her, and Eve nodded enthusiastically.

"She is! She's been a wonderful friend to me and I'm glad she's coming along. Anyway Y/N, I need to go and check on everyone else! I don't want a repeat of 2016."

You chuckled, "See you tomorrow!" You replied, closing the door behind her. Clearly, she was anxious of missing her flight, or maybe it was excitement that made her want to see what everyone was up to.

You turned back to your suitcase, staring at it. You moved back to your dresser, rummaging through your makeup drawer and jewelry. You didn't want to overload your luggage, since you had done that on the field trip you went on in Highschool. Thankfully, they let you off without charge, but the airport staff isn't always that nice.

You opened up your earring case where you had lots of different plastic designs. Fun ones, such as different fruit or animals. You chose a different pair to wear for each day of your trip, which included rubber ducks, fried eggs, gummy bears, watermelons, grapes, limes, and cats. They weren't very big, so you were able to stuff them into a small jewelry box.

You took a makeup bag and added a few brushes, lipsticks, eyeliners and eyeshadow. You didn't normally wear too much makeup, typically just eyeliner and maybe mascara, but maybe during the trip you wanted to look fancier.

You sighed, nodding in approval as you managed to neatly sort your suitcase. It wasn't overflowing, and there was still plenty of room to bring back souvenirs and shopping.

Sitting back down on your bed, you decided to open up your diary which you hadn't updated in quite a while.

May 11th, 2019

Dear Diary,

I've just finished packing my luggage, because tomorrow we're flying to Malta! I'm super excited about it. Eve stopped by my room to see how I was getting on, which honestly reminded me how great this is going to be. They told us that when we land, we will be taken straight to the hotel so we can leave our luggage. The issue is, while the rooms have been booked, they haven't been sorted between us, which is honestly just disorganized and I don't know why they are leaving it until we are at the actual hotel. I haven't really thought about who I would want to share with, I'm not really the closest with my classmates, and we aren't allowed to stay with the opposite gender, meaning I couldn't stay with Steve. I'm convinced everything will work though, so I'm not worried about it. Anyway, I should get to sleep now, as our flight is at nine in the morning and they want us at the airport much earlier.

You closed the book and set it down on your nightstand. You took a pair of your pajamas that were way too small since your best pairs were in the suitcase, and changed into them. Taking a last look out the window at the campus below, you switched off the lights, and laid down with a sigh, and conveniently, sleep overtook you quickly.

#fics #agatha all along #agatha harkness #kathryn hahn #mrs fletcher #eve fletcher #eve fletcher x reader #agatha harkness x reader #kathryn hahn x reader

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bendersmind · 22 days ago

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Sister Imperator #4

So I just finished Sister #4; It is as I suspected, this series was setting up the world in which The United Clergy of Ghost exsists. As any good "set up" does, it's left us with a whole bunch of questions. I have a few theories myself but, as I always do, I'm going to put those spoilers behind the cut. For those who will go no further here is a gif.

So, the biggest thing I keep seeing people ask is "Where is Perpetua?" That is a valid question to ask, but I can tell you exactaly where he is by pointing out a few things:

Isabelle cannot be the mother of either of the boys she brings to Sister's stepfather at the end of the comic.

Isn't it suspicious that the child running around with Stepfather is approximately the age of our dearest twins?

Funny how it is made apparent from jump street that her Stepfather is following her, or has his goons doing so.

She left Sleazy P. Martini in #3 alive and he was the one that knew Sister was pregnant(or guessed so).

She makes a point to say that she didn't want her twins raised by some evangelical asshole the night before she runs off to drop the twins with Marika.

If you aren't following my logic, which you very well might not be, Perpetua is the little kid at the bedside of stepfucker. The older boy is someone we haven't met yet, but is the person taking the keys to the kingdom and probably Perpetua's father figure for the future comics. Because I can tell you we're getting future comics. I'd bet my life savings of 0 dollars on it.

I also keep seeing people talking about the lack of Satan and the lack of the eye etc etc. I'm going to need to harp on this again, Sister is only telling half truths to the reporter she is speaking to. Notice how the story cuts off before she draws out the sigil and strings the old man up. He didn't see that part at the start of the comic, only that she was being taken away in cuffs. She's obscured a whole lot of the Satan shit but it's still there for us because we see the bigger picture.

I also don't really know what's up with the eye but I'll circle back to what Primo told us about his awakening to the dark, he felt the dark energy for as long as he could remember. If we go by the explanation that the eye manifests sometime after birth maybe there is a trick to awakening it. Maybe the reason Nihil got the eye during the party was him being drawn into the dark in a way that he hadn't yet experienced. Shit, maybe it has to do with being a party to a sacrifice or directly involved in killing someone. Only Topolino Furby knows.

Overall the Imperator comic builds out a world for Ghost to exsist in but doesn't really answer any questions. For an ongoing narrative (which is what we have with the twins) giving us the whole shebangabang in one shot would be horrible. Sister also ends in ~1975 or so, so we have a whole 50 years to account for still. Do you really think Sister just hopped on a plane with Marika back to Eastern Europe and set up a church under Sweden's 5th largest city for funsies? If Nihil is who she's asking Marika about would she even go back? Would she be ready to face him now?

My biggest question is why does Sister not know that only one of her twins is still with Marika? She says "my twins are half a world away" but it's clear that only Cardi is with Marika during the comic.

I was also totally unfair to snake lady, she, as far as we know, didn't kidnap one of the twins. It's pretty groady though that she lets her snakes regurgitate mouse bits all over the house.

#the band ghost #ghost the band #papa v perpetua #papa perpetua #frater imperator #cardinal copia #papa v #sister imperator #ghost theory

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bugs1nmybrain · 2 years ago

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Mommy's Boy: Shigaraki x Fem!Reader~Mommy Kink~☆•°♡☆°●♡

As always, Minors do NOT interact!

I remember saying how I thought writing Shigaraki fucking you in front of Dabi was out of pocket, but I've pretty much thrown all humility out the window at this point. Upsidaisy.

Updated: Nov 26th, 2023

Traits about the reader: Medium to big boobs, curvy, thick thighs, implied to be either shigaraki's age (20 in this) or older, implied to be on birth control, bad at playing video games

Notes: NSFW/smut, mommy kink, sub/switch Shigaraki, fem reader, shy and moody Shigaraki???????, Shigaraki loves boobs, awkward reader and Shigaraki interactions, spanking (reader receiving), tit sucking, vulgar language, mutual masturbation, slight degrading, a sprinkle of praise, hair pulling (Tomura receiving), no condom, reader and Shigaraki play GTA 5 in the beginning, kinda cringe tbh, season 4 era Shigaraki

I know each of my fics always end right after sex I'm so sorry. I'm going to have to get better at some plot after sex because I feel like it's so cliché.

"You suck!"

Unfortunately for you and Shigaraki, there was only one controller for the PlayStation. He had wanted a gaming date but there wasn't much you two could do together, so you had compromised by taking turns on GTA (story mode by your request).

Tomura watched as you continued to knock into every car in your line of view. You'd back out of a car you had hit only to knock into another. When you finally made it to a mission that required shooting, you were doing halfway ok, but only because of the auto-aim mechanics to be completely honest. However, the cops just showed up, and now it was you (Trevor), Franklin, and Lamar against a shit load of police. Shigaraki hoped and prayed you'd start catching on, but you just kept on dying.

"GTA 5 is easy! How are you fucking up this bad?" Shigaraki ponders in a near-genuine tone.

"It's been a while! I haven't played for maybe over 6 months."

"It's not even hard whatsoever, I don't get this. Give me a turn."

"You played like 4 minutes ago."

"Yes, but you're bad at this and it's making my head hurt. Give me that stupid controller," Tomura, without your input, snatches the controller out of your hand and plows through the mission for you with ease. You slouch on his shoulder and mope, your feelings hurt by your own pathetic gaming abilities.

"Maybe we should do something that we could both do. Why do I want to just sit here and watch you play GTA all night?" You whine. Shiggy responds with an annoyed groan.

"Take it then! It's not my fault you're shit at this. Maybe try a strangers and freaks mission," Shigaraki drops the controller on your lap. You breathe in and set your waypoint to Vinewood Boulevard. Tomura observes you drive so cautiously that it's almost worse to watch you drive so slow than to smash into cars.

Tomura sighs in agitation and slumps his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your soft tummy and burying his face in the crook of your neck. He hugs you tight as he watches you fuck up your game and turns his attention away from your awful playthrough to something that he'd consider you to take more pride in.

Tomura glances at the v-neck of your black shirt that looked like his, only short-sleeved. He allows himself to look at your tits while you're distracted. He's had some pretty good self-restraint today, he'd say, as the push-up you were wearing was driving him fucking crazy. They looked so hot and the complexion of your skin gave them a lovely glow. He felt like a pathetic little bitchboy, wanting nothing more than to touch them and bury his face in your tits. It was a good thing you were so distracted by GTA because he was scoping the terrain out to plot his next move.

He felt embarrassed. The two of you have had sex many times, but he still felt annoying to want to appreciate your tits. Would he seem like a little bitch with mommy issues or something? Oh well, you were his girlfriend, right? If you didn't like it then you'd need to find a better toy to play with, though the thought fueled his blood because Shigaraki hadn't ever found anyone that took interest in him like you did.

There was no helping it. He was already growing a boner and you were already feeling it press against your ass as you sat in his lap.

"Tomura?"

He felt a shock surge through him, knowing full well why you were calling his name. So he didn't answer.

"Tomura, are you okay?" You giggle teasingly.

Don't do this to him, he thought. This was supposed to be a simple gaming night. But who was he kidding? 9 times out of 10 your dates ended in kind of sex.

"What gives you the impression that I'm not?" He says in an embarrassed tone. Was he feeling flustered? Cutie.

"Because something's poking me."

"Haha."

You laugh, a little surprised that he's not trying to come back with some cocky monologue like he always does. You turn around to face him to see the cutest scowl on his face. He's clearly frustrated and the boner in his pants only makes it cuter. You take it upon yourself to straddle his lap, resting on his thin frame with your thick thighs. The outline of your crotch presses against his bulge and he grunts in response.

"What's wrong, Tomura?" You coo at him and begin stroking his hair tenderly. You're going to kill him, he swears. His gaze stays stuck on the TV screen as your player stands outside of the Los Santos hospital, but you turn his face to look at you instead. "Why are you being so moody?"

"Your tits have been distracting me all day," he pouts with a flustered face, his eyes now making their way toward your cleavage.

The immediate cackle you respond with almost softens Shiggy's cock all the way, feeling insulted.

"I'm serious," he says with a grumpy voice.

"Really? Is that all, baby?" You smirk with a nurturing voice.

"Pretty much."

Taking Tomura's neck, you kiss his nape gently. He cups your hips with his hands, leaving some fingers up so as to not harm the only person who has both shown him love as well as not piss him off to no end (well, for the most part). You begin grinding on his cock which creates heavy, frustrated sighs from him.

You continue to play with Tomura's hair, messaging his scalp in between your fingers. He tilts his head backwards with a drawn-out whine as if he hasn't been touched in his whole life. That notion wasn't entirely false, before you Tomura hadn't received physical affection like this from anyone and assumed he never would because of his quirk. You were such a lucky catch for him. Maybe it was why he was hesitant to say his needs, he was scared he'd weird you out and that you'd ditch him.

Damn, when did he start caring about how somebody else would feel about his actions?

"What's wrong?" You ask caringly.

"I told you what's wrong."

"Oh, right. What can I do to make it better?"

"Mm.." Shigaraki stares at your chest and back up to you, hoping that you would pick up on his desires without him having to say it. He felt so cringy right now, like a little subby boy begging for access to your tits.

He gives up on trying to be nice when you continue to play dumb. You were doing it on purpose, for sure. A part of you loved seeing Tomura shy and polite like this, as he was usually so abrasive. He tugs on the V of your shirt and whispers in your ear, "are you too numb to get the idea?"

"And what's that?" You banter.

"Bitch. What am I supposed to tell you? That I want to suck on your tits?"

"Is that what you want?"

"Shut up!!"

"It's okay," You laugh. "You don't have to be embarrassed. I know you've got mommy issues."

"What of it? Is that a problem for you?"

"No," you giggle. "Do you need me to spoil you, baby?"

"Ew."

"I'm trying."

Tomura cackles, his broody demeanor. He squeezes your love handles and buries his face in your neck again.

"It's not my fault that you've got the body of a MILF. How am I supposed to react?"

"Wow, what a compliment."

"It is a compliment," Shigaraki snickers as he begins kissing your neck and down your chest. His hands travel from your love handles up to your waist, gripping like his life depended on it. "So, are you going to let me indulge or what?"

You giggle are stroke his long hair as he hums in question, embarrassed by his request, but somehow honored.

"Knock yourself out."

"Mmm, thank you mommy.."

"Oh my god you didn't just say that."

"Just roll with it."

Shigaraki takes a finger and tugs at your V-neck, but is disappointed at your bra. He reaches underneath to unclasp the back and yanks it out from your shirt. His attention focuses back on your tits. Tomura pulls your collar down to reveal one. He wastes no time and begins sucking tenderly. You can feel his cock growing more inside his pants, so you start grinding on the fabric, causing him to grunt while your tit is in his mouth.

Tomura pulls the other breast out from your shirt, taking a moment to gawk at them before going for the other. He teases your other nipple with his fingers. You hadn't realized how sensitive your tits really were as his tongue was flickering against your nipple causing a dripping arousal to seep through your underwear. You whine at the pleasure.

"Is this making you feel good baby?" You ask sultrily to Tomura. He responds with an eager "Mhm" and continues sucking. After what seemed like forever he lifts his head up and pulls your face down to kiss him, his saliva-coated mouth being a lovely adhesive between your lips.

"Your tits are so cute, mommy.."

"When did I consent to this mommy treatment?" You giggle.

"You're literally the one who told me I have mommy issues! Don't make me feel like shit for this."

"I'm not!" you laugh. "I'm just teasing."

You kiss him and continue to tug at his hair, "Does my baby boy need mommy to take good care of him?"

"Yes please.."

"Please, who?"

"Please mommy.."

"Mm.." You lift off of his lap and take your leggings and shirt off, leaving your full figure out for him. He puts up a finger to signal "wait" and reaches over to his bag on the floor and pulls out his special gloves. Fuck what would he do without them? He needs his hand condoms if he's gonna thoroughly make love with you.

"You're so sexy," he says, trailing his fingers to your wet cunt as he begins stroking your clit. You whimper in excitement and begin to pull down his pants. His cute cock slips out, standing proud with pre-cum already leaking out from the tip. As he continues toying with your pussy, you stroke his sensitive cock which creates lovely scratchy moans from his throat.

"God..that's it...," Shigaraki his horny, pulsing cock out on your clit, rubbing circles on it rapidly. You moan out lightly, grinding your clit against his fingers to create more friction. You rub his dick in fast as he submissively cries out in pleasure. Your clit twitches in familiar waves of pleasure once he begins sucking on your tit again.

"Is mommy gonna cum?" Tomura teases, releasing his mouth from your breast to only go to the other.

"Mhm!"

The look on his face when you began falling onto him as you came was unlike him. Tomura snickers in pride, pulling you in for a kiss while you kept stroking his cock.

"I think you deserve some privileges," you coo at him, and you sit on his lap yet again.

"I do? Have I been a good boy?"

"Mhm. Very good boy."

You circle your groin around Tomura's leaking cock as he whines out in pleading.

"Please, mommy..."

"Please mommy what?"

"Fuck me. Fuck me mommy, pleaaaase...."

With a pleasant hum in your throat, you reach down to rub Tomura's cock, then inserting it inside of your dripping cunt. Tomura groans loudly at your gooey, wet walls and attempts to push his cock deeper into you, begging for you to fuck him. To his satisfaction, to begin to bounce on his cock in rhythm, and Tomura swears you're going to drive him insane.

"Mm..does my baby boy like this? Does he feel good?"

"Fuck, yes...," Shigaraki moans. He watches intently as your tits bounce while you fuck him. He smacks your ass in frustration, shocking you.

"I guess I'm a bad boy, then. Are you gonna punish me?" He chuckles maniacally.

"Tomura, that wasn't very nice of you," you squeal, pulling at his hair in response.

Without speaking you begin bouncing on him in a quicker pace than before. Shigaraki holds around your waist tight as he thrusts, trying to savor every inch of your pussy. You were so fucking tight, but so wet too. Your cunt always made him leak, but tonight it was driving him mad.

"..fuck me...fuck me harder, mommy!"

"MmmMM! Fuck! God, mommy, you're gonna milk me.."

You oblige, hopping on him while you clench your walls, purposely trying to milk him.

"That's it, baby. Cum for me. Cum inside of mommy's pussy."

You definitely didn't have to tell him twice. Tomura sufficates himself into your neck as he holds you tight, fucking you until he finally cums deep. His orgasm is intense and long, as he continues to pump you full of cum for many seconds.

Panting and sweating, Shigaraki kisses you once more before you lift your pussy off of his cock, cum oozing out onto his lap. He snuggles in your arms and you stroke his hair. He whines from his cock that's still throbbing after his orgasm.

"Did that feel good, baby?" You ask with a nurturing tone, kissing his scrunkly forehead.

"Uh-huh...I don't know if I've ever came that hard."

"Mommy told you she'd take good care of you."

"Okay stop it. That shit is over and done with," he laughs and flicks your forehead. You rest your head down on his chest while he holds you tight, breathing heavily as he pets your skin.

"I love you," Tomura says and kisses your head as he yawns, sleepy from his orgasm.

"I love you too, Tomura."

"Next time Daddy's gonna have to do something special for you."

#shigaraki tomura #Shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki smut

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