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ele-sme · 1 year ago

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Can you write something in Spider pov towards Jake? since today is his birthday? thanks.

Tw: Spider is 7, not a real warning but you guys could get confused, also Neytiri is nice to him.

this is late sorry.

it was a cloudy morning,

Spider stirs in his cozy bed, the diffused light casting a soft glow. Torn between dreams and the day ahead, he rubs his sleepy eyes. With a determined sigh, he threw off the covers, his tiny feet meeting the cool floor of his room.

He wanted to stay in bed some other hours, the day was perfect for staying in bed some other hours, but his duty tugged him upright into the embrace of the cloudy day.

well, to be honest, it wasn't exactly a duty, but he promised his friends he would have been there.

Today was their father birthday, Jake sully birthday, the olo'eyktan of the omatikaya clan and most importantly Toruk Matao.

Spider arrived to his bathroom and clumsily removed his pajama, to then enter in the shower.

he was still a little sleepy, so when the cold water hit him he let out a little yalp of surprise.

after getting used to the water, he started soaping his body, other kids his age couldn't clean themself without the help of their parents, so Spider felt proud of himself everytime he showered.

as his hairs got on his face, he wondered if he had time to at least braid them.

'would take me all day, so no...maybe just one?'

he had to take out his locks the day before so he could wash his hair, he planned to re doing them the day after with Kiri helping him.

' i wonder if Mr sully will like having me there or not '

he almost fell on his butt when he got out of the shower, with a towel he carefully dried himself, and he put one of his loincloths on.

the most pretty of them all, it was a gift from his friends for his seven birthday.

the green color made him almost invisible in the forest, and the soft cloth made him comfortable to run in the forest for as many hours as he wanted without getting any rash or worse.

Finally, he was ready to go out, he only needed his oxygen mask, which was on the counter of the kitchen.

grabbed it, put it on, made it work, and boom he was ready.

he opened the door to go out and...

his eyes, widened like saucers, gleamed with a mix of wonder and determination.

Bounding through the forest, Spider's agile movements mirror the creatures that share the same forest he does. his feet are barely making any sound, this was something Lo'ak taught him, but Neteyam perfected it on him.

during his path, he found an orchid, and c'mon how could he not play a little with it?

as he kneeled down to touch the plant, its tentacles touched his fingers, making him giggle before standing up again.

his laughter rang through the trees of the mighty forest, a joyful sound that seemed to draw energy from the very heart of it.

In the end that always a child laugh, and the great mother at hearing it could only rejoice.

after another five or ten minutes? - he didn't know the path was always so fun that the time seemed lost everytime he took the way- he was now inside the clan.

all around him, mans, womans and children doing things.

starting from cooking going then into playing.

as he now walked towards the olo'eyktan and family pod, some teens stopped to ruffle his hair, or to give him some fruits which he had to refuse.

finally, he could enter the pod of the family, and immediately Lo'ak was on top of him, hugging Spider like he hadn't seen the kid the day before.

his older siblings came along, hugging Spider so hard he finded hard to even breath.

but that was okay for him, for him those were his siblings, so they could give him as many scratches and bruises as they wanted.

as the hug finished, Spider noticed that Neytiri, his friend's mom, was cooking something.

she was always nice to him, unlike his foster mother.

she and him hadn't even spoken that week, and it was already Friday, probably his fault she was an adult she was probably too busy to talk to him.

"Sa'nu, sa'nu! Spider arrived!" Lo'ak yelled running towards his mother, who catched him immediately, laughing with him as she tickled her son a little.

"sempu, we invited Spider for your birthday!" Kiri said giggling, taking Spider's arm and practically dragging him towards her father.

Jake, who was putting the toys of his children away turned his head to face the kids before him.

"Good morning, Spider, how ar-" Jake stopped mid-sentence as he watched the boy with worried eyes.

"What sempul?" Neteyam who was next to Kiri asked, and Spider could feel Neytiri and Lo'ak's eyes on him.

he also felt a gasp coming from behind, it sounded to adult to be Lo'ak.

" ’evi, why is your hair wet?" Jake asked concerned.

oh right, Spider hair were wet, he still couldn't dry them alone, and no one called him over to dry them when he put the mask on or before he headed out.

' They are busy people probably they haven't noticed '

Kiri and Neteyam's hands were now on his head as to really confirm his hair were wet, then they both nodded to themselves as to confirm it between eachother.

"Come here, i dry them for you," Jake said, and Spider slowly walked over him, Jake made him sit down on his lap and with a towel started ruffling his hair.

Kiri and Neteyam in the meanwhile pick their toys back and started dancing around with them, as their ikan toys would really fly.

"Spider, yawntutsyìp, you shouldn't go around with wet hair, you might get a fever," Jake said, his words were soft, they made Spider's fear of him drift away.

he wasn't like his foster father, he was nice, even carrying, it was quite nice to spend time with him.

' I'm sure Mr Sully would never yell and Neteyam or Lo'ak for not washing the dishes, Nash is really mean then! '

"Here we go, all dry" Jake said putting the towel away, and now ruffling Spider hair with his own hands, which were way bigger the the boy head.

Spider turns his head to face Jake eyes, and the older man smile at him warmly...in the same way he smiles at Neteyam?

Jake's gaze is warm and steady. With this gentle smile, he leans down. his lips touch Spider's forehead, a tender exchange of emotions takes place in Spider's tiny brain

he feels trusted, and protected, Does his friends feel like this too when Jake kisses their heads?

Until now, only his friends had bestowed gentle pecks on his head, cheeks, and hands, little gestures of their close bond.

But never before had anyone else kissed him, and he felt a mix of curiosity and surprise. This was something new, something he hadn't experienced.

The touch of a fatherly kiss held a different kind of warmth from the ones of his friends, a sense of protection and care that felt unfamiliar yet comforting. It wasn't romantic or strange, just a simple gesture that made him feel accepted and loved.

Jake then looked at the kid again, the smile still on his face, but now he was holding Spider more tightly, making Spider be beside Jake's chest, he could even hear the man's heartbeat!

it was funny to listen at, tum tum tum tum, Spider never listened to a heartbeat.

he didn't know that above his head, there was a conversation between Jake and Neytiri, only that was with their eyes, him pleading, she thinking and in the end nodding.

and a fond smile appeared on both parents faces.

Spider's stomach rumbled.

" 'evi, what did you eat for having hunger this early in the day" Neytiri asked him.

and Spider shook his head "i didn't eat today" he said leaving Neytiri with half mouth open.

"Then you want some episoth seed?" Jake asked and Spider nodded vigorously.

the other three children lamented wanting some too, but their mother quickly shushed them up, saying if they ate more their bellies would explode.

this made Spider laugh, so much that he almost fell off Jake's lap, luckily his tight grab on him prevented that.

the rest of the day was spent with stories, and laugher and sweets!

a lot of sweets since it was a birtday.

Spider never felt more..loved in his entire life.

Jake and Neytiri even offered him to stay for the night!

and the night after too,

and then too

until Spider was basically living there.

for his eighth birthday Neytiri and Jake made him the most wholesome thing ever, going to live with them forever!

there is nothing that could be possibly made him go away from his family.

gosh i haven't wrote something in like an eternity, is nice.

i hope you liked anon.

#avatar 2 #avatar spider #miles spider socorro #avatar #jake sully #neytiri #neteyam #kiri #spider sully #lo'ak sully #jake neytiri and spider 🥹#jake and spider #one shot #anon ask #request

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slyvester101 · 4 months ago

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The first time Tucker offers to cut his hair, Wash honestly thinks he’s joking.

It’s not a secret that Tucker isn’t the fondest of Wash, what with him being part of the reason his friend is gone, so it’s a surprise Tucker would offer to do something so… helpful.

But Tucker is genuine about it. He’s seen how Wash cuts his own hair, choppy and uneven and poorly taken care of and it pains him to watch. Especially since Tucker has been doing his own hair as well as the sim troopers hair for years.

So Tucker sits Wash down in his salon chair and decides to give him the works.

Wash was hesitant at first, he hadn’t let anyone get close enough to even touch his head, let alone let them wave around sharp objects by it, but here he was, sitting in a chair with his head tipped back into the sink as Tucker washes his hair. He damn near falls asleep from the treatment, Tucker’s hands are gentle but firm as they scrub his hair with nice smelling shampoo and conditioner, making Wash’s hair feather soft and looking more healthy and shiny than it had ever been.

“You good there dude?” Wash simply hums in response and unconsciously leans further in the hands untangling his locks. It feels so good. Wash didn’t know a person could feel like this.

After his hair is cleaned and detangled, Tucker begins the actual haircutting part of this impromptu hair care session. There’s a little bit of talk over what Wash would like for his hair, but since Tucker is the designated hairstylist for the canyon, Wash lets him go wild with whatever he thinks would be best.

“I trust you.” He’d said without an ounce of doubt. Tucker may have his reservations about Wash, and for good reason too, but the man saved Wash when he didn’t have to, gave him a home and a team and a purpose that had all been taken from him. Tucker could’ve let him die, should’ve let him die, but he didn’t. And Washington will spend the rest of his life laying that debt back.

Tucker had given him a wide eyed look, but didn’t say anything more as he began to snip away at Wash’s hair. It ends up a little shorter than Tucker would like but Wash’s hair is so uneven that there aren’t many options for a good haircut. At the very least, it’s better than what Wash had before. He finishes it off with by massaging a hair mask in, hopefully helping Wash’s hair recovery from the neglect it’s received over the years.

Tucker steps back and admires his work before giving Wash a nudge to do the same. “So, what do you think?”

Wash opens his eyes, a little sleepy from all the soft touches and soothing motions of his haircut. He’s surprised by what he sees, not quite recognizing himself in the mirror.

It’s not all that different from what he usually does with his hair, just done a bit more professionally with a bit more intention behind each cut and buzz. But his eyes are also lacking the heavy eye bags he’s grown used to seeing, his face looks healthy and fed and clean, he looks like a person rather than a hollow shell he was as Recovery One. All together, he looks well rested and almost content.

He look like himself.

“I think it suits me.” He says with a small smile, admiring himself in the mirror in a way he hasn’t done since before he joined Project Freelancer. He turns his head back and forth, really giving himself the chance to look over Tucker’s clean cut, before he looks back at Tucker and honest to god grins. “Thank you, Tucker.”

Tucker is also taken aback by how soft Wash looks. His face had been painfully neutral the whole time they’ve been at Valhalla, but right now, with a smile gracing his lips and contentment relaxing his normally stiff posture, Tucker would dare to call him beautiful.

Wait, what?

“No uh, No problem, man.” Tucker chokes out, turning his face away to hide the blush creeping up his face. He eventually coughs up an excuse to leave the room, suddenly very aware of how pretty Wash is and how close he’d been standing to him the whole time.

He leaves Wash to sit in awe of this new side of him, one he hadn’t seen since before Epsilon. Wash stares at himself in the mirror and smiles again.

It feels nice to be happy about something for once.

#rvb #red vs blue #lavernius tucker #rvb tucker #agent washington #rvb wash #tuckington #writing #hairdresser tucker is best tucker #cutting hair is how tucker shows his affection to the other reds and blues #change my mind #oh wait you can’t

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justatypicalwizard · 1 year ago

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Wants Within | S. Shinazugawa | Chapter 19

✦ Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au, reader is adult

✦ Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate event you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention.

✦ Word count: 2,2k

18+, minors do not interact

‘’You can stay the night if you want.’’ Shinazugawa shrugged.

Your eyes lit, even more alone time with Sanemi? Oh heck yes!

‘’If it’s not a problem.’’ You answered, glad that he asked. ‘’But what about your brother?’’ You were genuinely curious where he was.

‘’He’s out at a friend's house and won’t be back until tomorrow evening so no need to worry.’’ You nodded at his answer, fair enough.

‘’So, what do we want to do?’’ You asked, not sure how to carry out the night.

‘’Well, we can just talk, it’s kinda… nice.’’ He struggled a bit to let it out of his harsh throat but in the end the white haired admitted it, he liked you. ‘’Also, I’m still curious about one thing.’’

‘’Yes?’’ Your head perked up.

‘’Just how little shame do you have to go after your lecturer? I’ve seen students eye me but never did they do anything like you.’’ A low chuckle exited his vocal chords as he teased you.

‘’Oh, I’m so sorry, you look like you really hate the attention.’’You spat back. He only shrugged, not ceasing to eye you. ‘’I also don’t know, it was just so random and dynamic at times. I’m not the bravest person but it kinda just… happened on it’s own.’’ You tried to explain the whole situation best you could, but it was pretty hard.

‘’Don’t fuck around for a moment. You did think about me.’’ He grinned your way, happy with the victory.

‘’And did you think about me?’’ You tried to attack back.

‘’I was being professional, at least to some extent.’’ He shrugged once more, trying to mask how he really felt about this situation.

‘’Oh yeah, you’re very professional with my pussy.’’ You mimicked his ignorance and he gave you a dark glare.

The alcohol did make you brave.

‘’What are we?’’ You asked out of the blue after a few moments of cloudy thoughts.

‘’Why do you need to name everything so much?’’ Sanemi scoffed.

‘’It’d just complicated for me.’’ Your head sunk.

‘’Eh, okay. What would you say if we just agreed that we are not dating but kinda, getting to know each other for now?’’ He tried to come up with a solution that would please both sides.

‘’That sounds… understandable. Though, we started from a shitty side.’’ You giggle, wiggling your brows.

At this time your humour was really up and down all the time.

The two of you spent a lot of time talking, not messing with hard topics anymore. Soon it was late and you started to get tired. Fighting off your yawns you tried not to look sleepy.

‘’Hey, I see that’s your falling asleep on the couch.’’ Sanemi laughed at you.

‘’Mhm, eh, sorry.’’ You apologised.

‘’Whatever, I also want to go to sleep.’’ He standed up and started to roughly clean everything.

‘’Where do I sleep?’’ You asked in a sleepy tone.

‘’Where you want.’’ He threw at you, minding little.

‘’Is the couch okay?’’ You asked, patting the palace that you just sat at.

‘’It’s cold. You can sleep in my bed.’’ Your head darted his way as he was putting the plates in the dishwasher. ‘’What?’’

‘’Nothing.’’ You shook your head abruptly.

Having sex is one thing, sleeping in one bed in another. You didn’t know what you wanted at that moment.

Unsure, you standed up and slowly, step by step started to move towards his room. You still waited for him to jump at you and say that it’s a joke and you go sleep somewhere else, but he didn’t. He finished the cleaning and marched your way, soon standing behind your back.

‘’What are you doing? You're in the way.’’

‘’I’ll just go to the bathroom.’’ You shoved yourself behind the bathroom door and shut them.

Looking in the mirror you washed your face and hands, the alcohol not leaving you even for a single moment, making your decisions rush and mind hazy. Did you want to sleep in one bed with him?

Sliding out of the bathroom quietly, you looked at the door to his bedroom, they were cracked open a bit. Your actions were lightheaded, as if the only thing in your brain and stomach right now was thousands of butterflies, fluttering everywhere.

You saw him on the bed, under the blanket and scrolling something on his phone, the screen illuminating his palace features. You slowly slid beside him, Shinazugawa putting the device away. You lied down for a moment, not sure what to do. Did you even want to cuddle with him?

Your students brain told you not to, but your greedy heart wanted so. Turning around you faced him and saw that he was eying you. The cushion embraced him, his white hair looking like a snowy halo.

‘’What?’’ He asked but you only shrugged. ‘’Go to sleep.’’

‘’Yeah, okay.’’ You pulled the dark blanket up to your nose and closed your eyes.

Even though you were excited about the whole situation, the sleepiness took over you, powered by all the wine you drank. Slowly, you felt your consciousness fade away into the depths of dreams. Unconsciously, you turned around and lied on your side, facing the other side. Just as you were about to drift away you felt someone's hands snake around your form.

Sanemi struck to your back, embracing you in a firm grip. He mumbled something but you couldn’t make out what it was. Maybe he was also partially asleep?

‘’Goodnight.’’ The white haired said in a perfectly conscious voice and you gasped at it, at the way in which he held you.

Just then, your eyes shut.

Grey light sneaked through the blinds, creeping up your face and waking you up.

‘’What are you doing here?’’ Shinazugawa’s voice shook you awake.

‘’You invited…’’ Just as you were about to defend yourself you say that he was not in the bed.

Instead, he was standing in the bedroom door, covering the frame with his body. Then you heard another, unknown voice.

‘’Sorry, I just need to take one thing. I forgot to grab the controller and now we can’t play games toge…’’

‘’Whatever, just take it and go.’’ Shinazugawa’s voice was unpleasant, suddenly you felt as if he was once again scolding a student.

‘’I’m sorry.’’ Genya pleaded in a quiet voice but his brother’s anger was already there.

The younger one looked past Sanemi’s form and spotted you in the bed. You quickly shoved the blanket over your face, you didn’t want to get recognised.

‘’I didn’t know you had a new girlfriend.’’ He whispered.

‘’I don’t.’’ Shinazugawa spat out and it made your heart drop, reminding you what you were to him.

‘’Oh, so who is…’’ Genya paused for a second, then mumbled something.

You heard his footsteps past the room. Then, after a while the front door closed.

Sanemi came back to bed with a sigh.

‘’Sorry about that, he’s too stupid to take everything with him, always forgets something.’’ He groaned, hitting the blankets.

‘’Didn’t you tell him that you invited someone?’’ It was weird to you.

Shinazugawa could just tell his younger brother that he had someone overnight and he shouldn’t come earlier. That would definitely stop him.

‘’We don’t talk that much.’’ Sanemi ended the topic with a dark whisper.

You didn’t want to budge him more, sensing something in the air. Instead, you faced him and smiled a little.

‘’At least he didn’t spot me.’’

‘’Yeah.’’

The two of you ate breakfast and then you went home, cautious to not meet anyone familiar around Sanemi’s apartment. For the rest of the weekend you studied, texted a bit with Sanemi and once again met with Tanjiro. Soon it was Monday and you had to get your ass to the university.

You got a text from what seemed an unknown number. Yet, you recognised the name that you keyed into your phone. Tomioka. He wanted to meet today at the laboratory to show you everything and talk about what you’ll be doing. After classes you headed his way, meeting him at the lab.

‘’Good afternoon Mister Tomioka.’’ You greeted him, dressing up in a lab coat.

‘’Good afternoon.’’ He replied, not looking at you. ‘’Look at this.’’ He pointed at a few vials with some liquids that were all transparent. ‘’Do you recall any of these?’’

‘’With all respect, Mister Tomioka, I can’t identify them by only looking at colourless liquid.’’ You shrugged.

‘’That’s… quite right.’’ He was uneasy.

Without further honorifics and chit chats he started to explain what he was going to do today and how you were supposed to help him. You nodded, listening to him patiently. It seemed rather interesting. You also wanted to keep everything here formal and professional, given what Sanemi told you a few days ago.

It looked like Tomioka had the same thoughts because he didn’t try to pull any moves on you. Literally nothing happened. When you finished for today he thanked you, watched over you so that you exit the lab and not harm yourself, he closed the doors and said goodby.

Maybe Sanemi was overreacting? Maybe Rengoku told the black haired man something about you and that’s why he asked. In fact, your grades were good and you were eager to study, giving all the paper works you handed to Sanemi, the trip and the competition. It did seem like a good explanation.

You sighed in relief, there was nothing to worry about. You were just overthinking and Sanemi might be… jealous? It was funny to think about him like that. Nah, he is just angry by default.

Happily, you skipped to the cafeteria for a late dinner and saw Zenitsu sitting there. Waving at him you bought yourself some food and sat down next to the guy. Because of the hour there were little to no people around here, beside the two of you.

‘’How are you doing?’’ You asked.

‘’Good, and how are you?’’ The blonde answered, glad that he had company.

‘’Actually great! I started to help one bachelor wannabe in the lab and it’s an amazing opportunity for me.’’

‘’Oh, I heard about him. Is he the one that recently moved here?’’ Zenitsu asked.

‘’Yes.’’

‘’Professor Rengoku told us about him.’’ You nodded. ‘’Isn’t Professor Shinazu… you know who… jealous?’’ The blonde whispered.

‘’Why would he be? And why are you asking?’’ You became defensive.

‘’Ugh! Nothing, I- I’m just trying to get along!’’ His eyes filled with tears and you instantly regretted you lashing out on him.

‘’Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I just get anxious when it comes to this topic.’’ You rubbed your temples in annoyance.

‘’I get it, if you don’t want to talk about it it’s okay.’’ His head went low.

‘’No, well…’’ You had an idea in your head, but you didn’t know if you wanted to go through with it. ‘’You are aware of the… situation. Could I maybe ask you for… advice?’’ Hope lingered in your voice.

‘’Of course.’’ He answered eagerly.

‘’But you have to promise that you’ll keep it low. Even from T.’’ You looked him deep in the eye.

‘’I’ve never said anything.’’ He waved his hands in front of his face.

‘’Okay.’’ You sighed. You really needed support at this moment because few things messed with your feelings. ‘’We met again and it was nice. He prepared a lot of things. Later… you know. But that’s not the important thing. At the end of the night I stayed over and we kinda… cuddled, I guess you can name it like that.’’ You spat out everything, a waterfall of words out of your mouth. ‘’I don’t know what to think about it. I thought it would be just a one night stand or a fwb at most!’’ You bent his way to whisper the last part really quietly. ‘’But he said I’m girlfriend material for him.’’

‘’And is he boyfriend material for you?’’ Zenitsu looked genuinely shocked and concerned with your problems.

‘’I don’t know. That’s what I have a problem with.’’ Wringing your hands, you felt defeated, your brain was your biggest enemy right now. ‘’The whole university stuff complicates it all. And I don’t want to wait, what if he meets someone else before I graduate? Just look at him!’’ You started to panic a little bit.

‘’And if… Hey, Y/N, imagine if you would meet him just like that. No university, no honorifics, you just meet him as a man.’’ Zenitsu looked you deep in the eye, even though the blush being the colour of a matured strawberry in June, lingering on his cheeks. ‘’What would you think of him then? Would he be a boyfriend material?’’

You really focused on this, making mental lists and calculations.

‘’I think… I would go for it.’’ Even though you were not hundred percent sure of your answer, your heart whispered to you such things.

‘’Then here’s your answer. Give it a try.’’

Normally, Zenitsu was a blushing, flustered mess that had a hard time talking with people whatsoever. Sometimes, he was able to give the best advice one can think of.

‘’Gosh, why does everything seem so simple when other people tell you about it?’’ You rested your head on your arm with a blank expression.

‘’Magic of overthinking.’’ The blonde grinned at you, lightening your mood in an instant. ‘’That’s what you have friends for.’’

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missrockii · 9 months ago

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► vixen

blk fem reader x connie

s. you come up on rapper!connie's timeline and he's intrigued

cw. suggestive imsg

an. considering continuing thisss. how bout it?

you and rapper!connie knew each other through a mutual friend. you guys had met a few times, and despite it being a little flirtatious, it never progressed into anything more

rapper!connie who scrolled through his timeline as he hotboxed in his car until a video of yours came up. it was you in the dance studio which wasn’t surprising. the cheers from the other people watching in the room was heard over vixen by miguel playing loudly through the speaker

rapper!connie watched your controlled and sensual moves. he watched you stare past the camera into what he figured was the mirror. your eyes were low and your face was focused yet relaxed

the way your hips swayed had connie damn near drooling, especially when you got on the floor and showed off your flexibility. the way the black leggings stretched over your hips and the way your crop top rode up a little did not help

when you finished, everyone cheered and your face shifted completely. the sensual look turned to a bright smile that graced your pretty plump lips. you shied away from the applause and cheers from your friends before the video ended there

rapper!connie who liked the post and pressed on your username to view your page.

connie noticed the purple ring around your very pretty profile picture (a selfie of you smiling in the driver seat of a car with the sun shining on you) and clicked on it to view your story. there were some from 22 hours ago about your new nail set, a smoothie place you tried, and a repost of the flyer for the ‘stilettos ‘n saturday nights’ dance class. the caption read ‘2 hour masterclass. come out and support ladies and gents 😉’

rapper!connie who watched the very last story which was from an hour ago and turned the volume up to see if he could hear anything in the back. it was a short video of you messing with your curly hair and putting up the peace sign with a kissy face at the end

rapper!connie who ignored the hop on cod message from his friends for the time being so he could send you a dm

he settled on pressing the heart eye emoji that was in line with the others (‘a subtle move’ he told himself) and tried to remain calm after seeing the emoji fly up the screen

stop being a chicken

rapper!connie who was away from his phone for just two hours to play video games with his friends until he felt himself start to get sleepy

he yawned for the umpteenth time into the mic as he rubbed his eyes harshly. “ight ima hop off”

all of his friends bid him goodnight before he shut off his console. the room that was previously only lit up by the light from the monitor now remained dark. he removed his wife beater with one hand and used the other to open his phone

connie was excited to be met with a notification from instagram that read y/user sent a dm. it was one winky face emoji. a smile spread across his lips and he fell face down on to his bed. literally all you had to do was acknowledge him and he nearly fell in love

rapper!connie who felt a desperate feeling of needing to keep the conversation going, sent a message that said ‘your dance was fire asf’

rapper!connie who was geeked when you sent a reply that said ‘thank you 🥰’ within ten minutes

his friends and family would describe him as a lover boy even though his intimidating demeanor masked that. however, he never found himself in too many relationships or even situationships since he claimed the right person hadn’t come around

rapper!connie who’s heartbeat sped up when it showed that you were typing again

if i knew you would’ve seen it i would’ve tried a little harder

“oh god,” connie murmured out loud

rapper!connie who felt obligated to show out now. nah dont trip you can show me in person his message said

boyyy stop you replied back

wyd tmrw night, connie persisted

rapper!connie who physically cringed when you left him on seen. he knew for a fact that he blew it and he was lowkey embarrassed

he sighed before going to close out of the app until the three dots began dancing on his screen again

hopefully spending it with you

his reply back was quick, bet.

#connie x black reader #connie springer #aot x reader #black reader #anime #connie x black y/n

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cyberball · 2 years ago

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snow on the beach

leo valdez x reader / no pronouns used \ not rq

warnings: two swear words i think

summary: reader and leo finally kiss. that's it

genre: fluff obv

notes: cyberball comeback!!!! everyone clap. also i feel compelled to say I wrote a lot of this listening to yes to heaven by lana. also, lots of midnights by taylor references so reply if u have taste u recognize!!

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10:00 PM

You ran a hairbrush through your hair again. “Amor, your hair looks amazing,” Leo assures you. “What, are you in love with me or something?” You retort, and he looks down at his feet. “The bigger problem is if my hair looks okay,” He says, sliding toward the mirror in your cabin. “Forgot I literally always look amazing,” He finishes, earning a smile and an eye-roll from you. Your sibling swings in the door, reminding you that the campfire is starting.

You’ve loved Leo for, God, how long? You can’t really remember; it feels like forever. Everything about him is amazing. His honeylike voice, his gorgeous, dizzying smile, the way he always has an arm around your shoulder.

Which is why, when –upon remembering that he might’ve left a fan running in the bunker– he leaves saying, “Go to the campfire, I’ll be back in a second. I love you,” you freeze for a second, quickly picking yourself back up, but he notices. So he adds, “Tell me how much you love me later,” and runs off.

You start walking, hoping that the night will mask your unending love for him. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you both to remind each other you love each other. There’s no point in hiding it because you knew, at any moment, danger could strike. He was your best friend, and you his. It was just that, ever since you started wanting more, every ‘I love you,’ pet name, and each and every touch sent you into overdrive. Now, you weren’t love-crazy or anything, but he made you crazy in love, and you had come to accept it.

The campfire shined fiercely in the distance. You slide into the seat behind your sister. Leo shows up almost a minute later and shoves some people off the bench so he can sit next to you. You’ve warned him against Chiron’s anger many times but he never listens. He never sees.

10:30 PM

Campfire whisked away like decaying embers and you spent all of it staring at Leo. How come he doesn’t notice? How come every breath you take isn’t a ragged melody of your adoration toward him? And when you walk with him to the bunker now, how come every step you take doesn’t echo all your feelings and doesn’t send up whirling tornadoes letting him know? Letting him know that you love him?

Bunker 9 couldn’t be reached any quicker. The walk in the woods is dark but you can still see him. He shines so brightly and he doesn't even realize it.

You walk into the little bedroom he’s made in the bunker. The gods know how many nights you’ve spent here, giggling at his stupid jokes, at his stupidly gorgeous smile, at his sleepy voice.

You’re fixing up the collar of his shirt as he rambles on about the project he’s working on.

He sees you in the mirror, reflecting back his love for you if he squints. Your eyes are focused on his face, so his gaze quickly darts away. He realizes the attention you’re paying to him, including the way he’s gone silent. He turns around to look at you; he takes up that chance any time he can. He swears it’s either caffeine pumping through his veins or his love for you. You look at him like whatever bullshit he’s talking about is actually important, that he’s actually important.

“Amor, what’s the point in fixing my shirt?” He says, looking right into your eyes. He sees the morning star in them, burning brighter than the sun. You have this way about you where it seems like everything you touch glows. He hasn’t had someone who genuinely is interested in him and what he has to say since his mother. But, even then, as he sends up a prayer and leans in, he fails to believe you’d love him back.

If he didn’t believe in your reciprocal of his love, how come he risked putting your friendship on the line? Maybe he finally saw the sparkle in your eyes whenever you thought of him. He takes a deep breath and connects your lips.

You’re stuck, flying in a dream. His lips leave behind pocketfuls of starlight and shoot up straight up to your heart, illuminating you. You kiss him back strategically; not too intense, but with the right amount of pressure that barely mirrors the pressure he exerted on your heart. And his warmth is a blanket; it spreads to you and covers you. When he pulls away, you know. It’s like snow on the beach, the realization that he must adore you back. There’s no other explanation for how he looks at you.

“God, can you say something?”

“I don’t wanna jinx it,” He replies.

“Not the time to be romantic, Lee,” you say, and he scoffs. “What, you kissing me back for the first time isn’t a good time to be romantic?”

“‘Kissing me back for the first time,’ implies you have tried before and I just didn’t do it back,” you say, unable to meet his eyes. This was all you dreamed of, for months, so why couldn’t you look at him? Were you afraid you’d have to chart the constellations in his eyes?

“Listen, man, I liked it. I like you, I like this, so do you wanna do this?” He asks, genuineness seeping into his voice. He speaks as if you would shatter if he said the wrong thing.

Were you afraid to explain how he’d brought you back to life?

Obviously, you fucking liked it. You loved it. He tastes like ambrosia, leaving a sparkling, shining aftertaste. What was there not to love?

“I– Leo, I like you,” you say, gathering all your courage, “And obviously I want this–” He interrupts you, “‘Cause you’re head over heels in love with me?” continuing with, “Sorry, go on,” when you shoot him an incredulous look. “Are you sure you do?” you ask.

It was a simple question, really. But it produced a softness in his eyes you had never seen before like you were a kicked puppy. It made you feel vulnerable and seen, but you didn’t mind. With him, you hardly ever did.

He reached out to take your hand. It was the only one he’s ever reached out for. He vowed to always be yours the moment he saw you. He just had to make sure you knew that too, that he was willing to braid sweet-nothings into your hair and to fall asleep on top of you every day. Willing was a humble word; he fucking needed it.

And the gods know you were determined to let him know just how much you loved him, to plant kisses on his body until they grow into surety; the type of knot that would never ever come undone.

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emmyhem · 4 years ago

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everything you’re missing (c.t.h)

a/n: hi everybody, i’m back with another post. this is my first calum piece and i’m so excited to finally get it up. this is once again unedited, i’m way too tired rn. it’s also the second smut i’ve posted so that’s pretty exciting as well. yeah i don’t really have much to say right now because i’m literally exhausted, my classes are really kicking my ass. anyway i hope you all enjoy this bff!calum piece. feedback and comments are always appreciated. hope you all are doing well and are being safe. thank you - emmy <33

pairing: bff!calum hood x fem!reader

summary: a drunken text meant for your ex shows up on calum’s phone and leaves him questioning everything he’s missing out on with his best friend.

warning(s): talk of a previous bad relationship, y/n’s ex body shamed her, mentions of alcohol, insecurity, smut, cursing

word count: 4.7k

You’ve decided that 3 glasses of wine is your happy medium, but even a sip into the 4th and there’s no telling what you’ll do.

So, naturally you were finishing up your 5th glass on Friday night while angrily scrolling through your exes instagram when you got what seemed to be an incredible idea. It was simply too tempting not to, your mind was feeling hazy which made your confidence skyrocket, and you truly did just look good.

A day of pampering had left you in a black floor length silk robe with nothing but your favorite deep cherry red lingerie set underneath. Your face was bare and glowing after a refreshing and illuminating face mask, and your lips were left glossy and plump from a new scrub.

You had posed in front of the floor length mirror in your living room, giggling between snaps until you had taken the perfect shot. It was classy but provocative, the dressing gown slipping from your shoulders exposing the lace of your bra and a tasteful amount of cleavage. You had also left the bottom open, allowing a clear shot of your thighs and the curve of your ass from where you sat on your knees.

With a mischievous glint in your eyes you selected the picture into a message, typing a cheeky, “take a good look at everything you’re missing” and sending it off to your ex (or so you thought).

But you really couldn’t be blamed for your mistake, Cam and Cal were far too similar for your drunk brain to decipher the difference. You also couldn’t be blamed for the fact that you dozed off on the couch immediately after sending it, before you even had a chance to recognize your humiliating mistake.

You were awoken by the ringing of your phone at around 9:00 am, way too early for your liking. Before even registering who it was, you brought the phone to your ear and groaned a sleepy, “hello,”

“At your door.” a voice you recognized as your best friend responded.

“M’coming” you said, scooting off the couch. On your way to the door you registered that you were still scantily covered, the robe falling off of you as you walked. You clutched it around you as you swung the door open to a wide eyed, Calum Hood.

“G’morning.” he smirked, looking you up and down.

“Shh” you hushed, pulling him in by the arm. “Why in the world are you here so early?”

He lightly laughed while taking a seat at the kitchen table, eyes following you while you moped over to the fridge and pulled out two water bottles.

“Well,” he sighed as you handed him one. “I got a very interesting text last night and I figured I just had to come over and see, y’know everything I was missing.” he spoke in a teasing tone as he gestured a hand down your body.

You tugged your eyebrows together in confusion. There was something familiar about what he was saying, but not familiar enough for you to put the pieces together.

“What are you talking about?” you questioned bringing the water bottle to your lips.

Calum shrugged his shoulders, a smirk still glued to his face as he took out his phone and began looking for something. After a few seconds he extended his arm to hand you his phone. You accepted it and glanced down absentmindedly as your body slumped against the counter.

The second your eyes hit the screen it all came back to you, your mouth fell open and you straightened out, suddenly very awake, not to mention very mortified.

Calum on the other hand was buzzing. Actually, he had been ever since his phone dinged last night awakening him from his sleep. Well, buzzing and extremely, extremely sexually frustrated.

When he first opened your message and saw the picture that would now be making a regular appearance in his wet dreams, he had nearly choked on his own breath. He knew that it was most likely a drunken mistake, and while that slightly saddened him it didn’t stop his dick from plumping up at the sight, straining uncomfortably against his boxers. He seriously debated wanking to the tempting image but decided against it, thinking it would be a gross violation of your privacy since it wasn’t even meant for him. Oh how he wished it was. Unfortunately that meant he had been sporting an exceptionally sensitive halfie since then.

“Oh my god.” you groaned, sitting the phone down on the counter and covering your eyes in humiliation. “Cal I’m soooo sorry, I was drunk, and overly confident, and I meant to send this to Cam and now I’m just, I’m sorry.” you reiterated.

‘Hey, don’t apologize on my account.” he countered. “Plus, you should be thrilled you sent it to me and not that asshole, doesn’t deserve ya.”

“I know, you’re right. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m mortified though. S’bit ridiculous, get a little alcohol in my system and I have a god complex all of a sudden” you rambled, running your hands through your hair nervously.

Calum stood and pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“You think too much, y’know that?” he quipped.

You turned your head, pressing a cheek against his sweater clad chest and mumbled, “Yea I’ve been known for that.”

Calum softly chuckled at your words before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head and pulling apart.

“S’really no big deal, y/n.” a teasing grin plastered on his face. “Besides I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it.”

“Calum!” you scolded, swatting a hand at his arm.

He dodged your hit just in time and held his hands up in surrender before taking his seat again.

“Why'd you let that dick bother you anyway? Y’know you’re way out of his league.”

Your jaw clenched at the question, your mind wandering to every time you had come to Calum crying after your ex had done something to hurt you. Everytime he commented on your “stomach pudge” as he liked to call it, when you wore a tight dress to go out. Or when he would ask if you were really “that” hungry, even if you hadn’t eaten much at all. And each time you would feel absolutely wretched and end up sobbing in Calum’s arms, but refusing to tell him why you were so, so sad.

“He texted me the other day y’know?” you muttered under your breath, while fiddling with the coffee machine.

“Really? What’d he say?” Calum responded, watching your back with narrowed eyes.

“Uh, he saw me the other night, when we were at that bar with the guys.” you said, shaky fingers pulling out a mug.

“And?” he spoke flatly.

“It’s stupid really,” you sniffled, willing your voice not to break. “He said I put on a few pounds, that he was glad he got out when he did.” your bottom lip traitorously jutted out as you turned to face him.

“Fucking dick.” he hissed.

Calum wasn’t necessarily proud of the violent images that flashed through his mind at the thought of that asshole finding yet another way to hurt you but, the sad little quiver of your lip allowed him to reason without a doubt that they were fair.

Before you could even blink he was holding you again, arms impossibly tight around you. .

“He’s wrong, y/n. Fuck, I don’t know how to even...he’s just so wrong.” he said softly, his hand rubbing your back reassuringly.

“I know.” you whimpered, holding tears back.

He pulled back enough to look you in the eyes, arms still firm around your waist.

“No you don’t. It’s...It really fucking pisses me off that he makes you feel like this. It’s like-fuck you’re just like-” he moved his hands to cup your cheeks. “You really are gorgeous.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and your whole body felt warm as you stared at his big brown eyes. His words felt sincere, everything about him felt so sincere.

“Thank you, Cal.”

He pulled you back into his chest, “Really wish I could just, like hug away all his bullshit.”

“M’used to it.” you mumbled.

“You don’t deserve any of it.”

“Yea, well what can you do.” you sighed, moving out of his embrace.

Calum’s eyes were still glued to you as you stirred a spoonful of sugar in your coffee.

“I hope you don’t let anything he says get to you.”

You let out a breath of exhaustion.

Confidence wasn’t something that you used to struggle with. I mean sure, there were spouts of insecurity here and there but you knew your worth, and you considered yourself pretty, hot even. That had all changed a few months into your latest relationship. First it was the backhanded compliments which quickly turned into passive comments, and then outright cruel insults. People really underestimate the toll their words take on others, especially when the person that’s making you feel so ugly and worthless, is one that you adore and who’s supposed to adore you right back, no matter what.

“I try but, he can’t just be making it all up.” you were ashamed. When did you become the girl that lets a guy affect how she sees herself? That just wasn’t you.

“He is. He’s insecure and a douche. He was probably trying to destroy your confidence to the point that you felt like you couldn’t leave him.” Calum assured. “But you’re way too strong for him, dumped his sorry ass anyway.”

You smiled gratefully at his words, taking a seat next to him.

“Yea, so strong I tried to send him half naked pictures for reassurance.”

Calum shook his head, “I wish you could see how hot you are.”

Your eyes widened at the compliment, your head dropping to avoid his stare as blood rushed to your cheeks.

“I’d be happy to reassure you whenever you want.” he continued, bumping his knee against yours under the table.

“Doesn’t count.” you dismissed, before sipping your coffee. “You're my best friend, you’re obligated to tell me I’m pretty.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t mean it.” he muttered back quietly, his expression dropping slightly. He hated when you deflected his compliments. All he ever wanted to do was make you feel good, and you made it very difficult for him when you blocked every swing he took at the wall of insecurity that Cam had built around you. He would kill Cam if he could.

You let out an apologetic sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder.

“M’sorry, you’re right. I love you for that, the only thing keeping me sane.”

Your heart squeezed as he hugged you back.

Calum was perfect, he was sweet, and funny, and quite literally your favorite person on earth. Not to mention you had been hopelessly in love with him since practically the beginning of your friendship. But as his best friend you had heard over and over just how uninterested he was in a relationship. Everytime you would ask about his love life he would just respond,

“I’m just not the boyfriend type, m’not cut out for it.” shrugging nonchalantly.

Which you thought was laughable because anyone would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend, in fact sometimes you would let yourself pretend he was yours.

Like,in a busy club with his hands on your hips, guiding you through the crowds. So close behind, you could feel each exhale on the back of your neck, as his eyes darted around the room to ensure there weren’t any potential threats to your safety, in the form of drunk overzealous flirts. Or after a night out when he got cuddly and clingy, and would find his way from the couch into your bed. You’d wake up with his cheek pressed against your chest and his arms snaked around your torso as he released soft breaths that caused goosebumps to rise on your exposed skin. You’d let yourself imagine that you had this every morning and that he would wake up any minute to smother your face in kisses and tell you he loved you. And of course, here he was again this morning being so thoughtful and kind and everything you wanted in a boyfriend. And here you were again swimming in his praises and physically having to restrain yourself from kissing him.

Begrudgingly, you pulled away and stood up.

“Gonna get changed.” you spoke.

“I’m making us breakfast.” Calum called as you walked away. You hummed in response and slipped into your room.

Once in the privacy of your own room you quickly pulled on a pair of leggings and a hoodie before scurrying to the bathroom sink and splashing cold water on your face in hopes of ridding yourself of any romantic thoughts towards your best friend.

Although you weren’t aware, Calum was doing the very same thing just a few feet away. Internally reminding himself repeatedly that it was never gonna happen with you. He wasn’t good enough to be anyone’s boyfriend, let alone yours. You didn’t want him that way and he could almost trick himself into believing that he was okay with that.

You hastily finished brushing your teeth before returning to the kitchen. You were greeted with the sight of Calum’s back, he stood over the toaster cutting an avocado and humming a song you didn’t recognize quietly to himself. He looked over his shoulder as your footsteps approached.

“Hungry?” he questioned.

“You have no idea.” you affirmed, as he fixed a plate for you both.

“Good. I was thinking we could watch something while we eat,”

“Fine with me.” you responded, hoping he wouldn’t notice the distraction laced in your voice. Your focus had easily been stolen from the conversation to how easy it was to see his back muscles flex through the thin material of his jumper.

But of course he did, it was Calum after all.

“Y’alright?” he said, handing you a plate.

“Uh, yep.” you rushed out.

“Not still thinking about Cam, are you?”

“No, not at all.” you answered honestly, walking to the couch, Calum trailing closely behind you.

“Then what’s got you all flustered?”

“You” you thought, taking a seat in the furthest corner.

“I’m not flustered.”

“Bullshit” he countered, sitting practically on top of you.

You let out a huff, and motioned to the other completely empty side of the couch.

“Is there a reason we aren’t practicing personal space right now?”

He laughed softly at your question and nuzzled closer into your side.

“Yea, you’re all pouty, looks like you need a cuddle.”

“I’m really fine Cal.” you shoved him lightly but saw no results, he just scooched in even closer and bit into his toast.

The two of you sat in silence while some newly released action movie played on your TV. Calum’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders keeping you tight to his side, and although you could’ve sworn that you had been in this exact same position hundreds of times, you felt as if this were the very first time. Every single one of your nerves were on fire and the warmth that had flooded your body was making you antsy.

Feeling overwhelmed by your senses, you allowed your eyes to flutter close with a deep inhale.

“You okay?” Calum whispered, dipping his head down slightly to reach your ear.

You opened your mouth to respond but didn’t trust your voice to protrude through your shaky exhales, settling for a subdued nod instead.

“You sure?” his words were long and drawled out, despite your eyes being closed you knew his proximity from the feeling of his breath just behind your ear.

Before you could speak up his hand secured itself just above your knee, and your muscles flexed involuntarily at the contact.

“Relax, y/n” he continued, his thumb beginning to run repeatedly over a spot on your inner knee.

Everything in your brain was screaming at you to excuse yourself, maybe even kick him out, anything to gain some space and hopefully some clarity from the cloud of sexual tension that was looming over the two of you and blurring boundaries at lightning speed. But you were essentially frozen in place, petrified that any movement would alert Calum to the way he was affecting you.

Your head lolled back to rest on his forearm which was lying behind you on the couch and finally peeled your eyes open, staring up at the ceiling.

He watched you from the corner of his eye, taking note of every rise and fall of your chest, every thick swallow of your throat.

If there was one thing Calum was well versed in, it was his ability to read you, he liked to think he knew you better than anyone else in the world. He could tell exactly how you were feeling just by watching you, your face, your breathing and he was more than shocked when he started getting the feeling you were no longer upset but something far more appealing.

Were you turned on? Right here in his presence? The thought made blood rush to his dick, which twitched in his pants when another breathy sigh passed your lips.

“What’re you thinking about, love?”

Everything in you urged you to answer honestly, just tell him the truth. “You, I’m thinking about you. I’m always thinking about you.” But you couldn’t do that, so instead you deflected.

“What’re you thinking about?” you countered, meeting his eyes.

Calum questioned his next words very carefully, debating whether or not he could recover if he was wrong about what you were feeling and you shut him down. It was pointless though, he knew he would never recover from your rejection. He also knew that spontaneous combustion wouldn’t look very good on his tombstone and that’s exactly what would happen if he spent one more minute not kissing you.

Fuck it.

“That pretty little set you had on last night.” he confessed.

That you weren’t expecting.

A quiet whine rang from your throat and you were far too affected to feel embarrassed.

And that did it, Calum was now impossibly hard in his pants, no doubt leaking precum onto his boxer briefs. He needed to get his hands on you, now.

His hand started to slowly travel up your thigh, goosebumps rising on every centimeter they passed.

“So gorgeous in red, aren’t ya y/n?”

“Cal,” you hissed when his thumb brushed the sensitivity of your inner thigh.

“Mm.” he hummed. “It’d be pretty hard fo’me to stop right now, but I will if that’s what you want. Is that what you want, love?”

He was sure he’d cry if he had to let go of you now, but he needed to hear you say it.

“No, don’t wanna stop.” you whined, turning your body flush to his.

“Whaddya want then, baby? Hm?” You could feel his every word on the flushed skin of your neck as he leaned into the crook.

“Want you.”

He could’ve came then and there.

“Then I’m all yours.” he admitted before crashing his lips on yours.

Your heart was in your stomach as his tongue entered your mouth, explorative and eager. He was too busy memorizing your taste to notice your fingers tugging at his sweater. You attempted to push it up desperate to feel his skin under your hands. You were able to pull the fabric up about halfway before they were blocked by his arms that were holding you close against him.

Calum laughed when you pulled apart from the kiss, giving him a disappointed look.

“Want it off?” he teased.

You couldn’t bother to be embarrassed when you nodded eagerly in response. He didn’t waste any time peeling the fabric off of his skin, and you were quick to lightly run a finger across the ink feather just below his collarbone.

Now it was his turn to tug on your clothes, “Level the playing field?”

You nodded, lifting your arms and allowing him to lift the sweatshirt over your head leaving your chest completely bare. Calum groaned at the sight of your tits, his hands quickly finding your waist and tugging you down to lay on your back in one swift motion.

Once you were laid out in front of him he took the opportunity to explore the new skin. His hands left a lingering warmth as they dragged across your stomach and despite the kind words and endearing demeanor that he always upheld with you, you found yourself shying under his gaze, wanting to curl away from him. As your hands began to wrap around your stomach in an attempt to cover yourself up he quickly pushed them away, locking them in place on either side of you.

“Wanna see everything baby, all of you.” he cooed in your ear before nipping at the lobe.

His kisses began to travel down your neck, sucking a few marks to your collar bones and the surrounding areas. When his fingers grazed over a fresh bruise in the dip just between your neck and shoulders you hissed lightly.

“You look so pretty marked up for me. All mine, aren’t you baby? Not Cam’s, mine. Say it.”

“Yours, Cal.” you admitted, feeling your body sink further into the couch. You had never felt drunk off of someone’s words before and the experience was leaving you sputtering, completely compliant to your best friend.

He hummed contently at your confession, his large hands gripping at your hips, before slowly peeling your leggings off.

“Y’feel so good in my hands, like you were made for me.” his thumbs poking at the soft skin, just beneath your panties.

The feeling of his hands so close to where you needed them, but not quite there was driving you crazy.

“Cal, please.” you begged.

He groaned before tugging at the cotton covering you. “Cam’s a fucking idiot, y’know that? He had the prettiest girl in the world and treated her like shit. I’d never do that, wanna worship you baby.”

It was ridiculous how overwhelmed his words were leaving you, all desperate and squirming. As his fingers met the soaked expanse of your cunt you couldn’t hold back the throaty moan it elicited.

A pornographic sigh followed close behind, one that made Calum want to pinch himself to ensure he wasn’t in the midst of a haunting dream.

“Soaked f’me darling.” he mused, running his fingers up and down your folds to completely coat you in your arousal. You whimpered at the feeling, bucking your hips up desperate for friction.

Tutting while shaking his head, he used one hand on your lower stomach to press you back down to the couch.

“Stay still for me won’t you, love?” he cooed, continuing to run his fingers over your core lightly.

When you bobbed your head up and down in agreement he lifted your leg to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your calf.

“Hm, good girl.” he praised, softly laying your leg back down.

Calum hovered above you, dipping his head down every so often to peck at your chest, his fingers still unrelenting. The knot in your lower stomach tightened every second that passed and you felt like you could scream at any second, yearning to be full.

Calum felt like he could burst any minute himself but was determined to make this experience the best of your life. He wanted to give you something to remember, a reason to want more.

Your soft moans and frustrated grunts alerted him to your neediness and he was just about ready to give in for the both of you.

“What do you need from me, baby?” he said against your shoulder before peppering kisses across your collar bones.

You could only respond with an airy moan when his fingers found your clit.

“Hm? My fingers?” You shook your head aggressively. He knew exactly what you wanted, the tease.

“No? Want my mouth?” he teased further, leaving an opened mouth kiss in between your tits.

“Cal,” you sighed. “Fuck me, please.”

He groaned at your words, nipping lightly at the skin before ridding himself of his pants.

“You’re a fucking dream, y’know that?” he praised, desperately searching for a condom in his pants. When he finally located one he held it up to you as if it were a prized possession, smiling proudly at his own preparedness.

He hastily freed himself from the constraints of his boxers and rolled the condom on, never once taking his eyes off of the blissful expression on your face.

“Ready?” he questioned, his tip lightly pressing at your entrance. You nodded and sucked in a breath, bracing yourself for the stretch, your eyes falling closed in the process.

When a few seconds went by and nothing happened you opened your eyes to find Calum staring down at you in awe.

“Cal,” you whined. “what’re you doing?”

Your words seemed to break him from his trance, he shook his head and muttered an apology to you.

“Sorry, fuck you’re pretty. You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

“Then stop waiti-” your words were cut off by a sharp hiss that couldn’t have been prevented as his length finally pressed into you.

“Fuck.” Calum groaned his head falling back. You felt too good around him, seriously he was fucked, completely ruined for you.

You felt the exact same as your silky moans filled the room. You had never been filled this good and you questioned how you had gone so long without this.

“M-move” you sighed, clenching around him.

You could hear his breath catch at the feeling and he grunted out a strained, “Need a minute.”

He held himself in place for a few more seconds until his breaths began to even out once again before pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back in.

You yelped, pulling your lip between your teeth in hopes to drown the sound.

He continued slamming into you at an unrelenting pace, taking notice of each time your eyes would roll back when he brushed against your g-spot. He could write a book about how good you looked all fucked for him.

As his thrusts grew closer together you could feel your release creeping up on you.

“Cal, need’ta cum.” you stuttered out.

His hands tightened around your hips, pulling you even closer to him as his head poked at that spot again.

“Go on baby, let go.” he encouraged, willing himself to hold out a little longer as your walls fluttered around him.

Once you had came it only took him about three more thrusts before he was painting the condom with his release, groaning your name as his hand searched for yours to intertwine them as he came down from his own high.

His body flopped next to yours on the couch, both of you struggling to fit next to each other in such a small space, not that either of you minded the close quarters.

Your fingers remained laced together as you caught your breath, Calum peppering kisses to your shoulder and mumbling praises into your skin.

“You’re an angel. God, I just- I love you.” he said, causing your head to snap in his direction.

He looked like a deer in headlights when you asked for him to repeat himself.

“I love you?” he obliged.

“Is it a question?”

“No, I’m just not used to saying it.” he admitted, vulnerability clear in his eyes.

You wanted to kiss away the worried crease in his forehead but instead pressed your lips to his, pulling apart a fraction of an inch to speak after a few seconds.

“I love you too.” you ensured.

Calum eyes widened, not expecting you to say it back, at least not so soon. He had so much he wanted to say to you but figured all of it could be summed up by another kiss to your soft lips. So he closed the distance once again, using a bit more force this time in hopes it would convey the strength of his feelings for you.

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liptonsbabe · 4 years ago

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Remember me [F.O]

Finnick Odair x female! reader

Summary: President Snow hates the reader for some reason. The eyes and ears of the government are everywhere and Finnick fears you will be harmed. It's the two of you against the president's hatred, or the three of you?

Word count: 1.2K

Warnings: none

A/N: Finnick’s fic yay! I hope you’ all like this. This fic it’s finished but is in spanish so if you want to read the whole thing just let me know. As always, english not my mother language so please let me know if something’s wrong. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: A bun in the oven

My breathing pauses as I glance at the alarm clock resting on the stool. It reads two-thirty in the morning and I hold back a snort of exasperation.

I don't want to stir too much as Finnick is clinging to my waist like a koala. I can feel his breath on my neck and his oh-so-possessive grip on my hips. I must get up. I can't take it anymore

I gently remove Finnick's hands so he doesn't wake up, but suddenly he does and looks up at me. His sleepy eyes glaze over and he takes my hand as I sit on the edge of the bed.

“Where are you going?” he asks startled. I smile at him to let him know he has nothing to worry about.

“Relax. I have to go to the bathroom”

He nods and lets go of me, not entirely convinced.

“Don't spend too long”

I get up and grab the robe that's on a chair inside the room. I look at Finnick and notice how he's trying to fall asleep again, but he can't. He’s tense on the bed and closes his eyes only because he has to. I put on my robe and leave the room.

Ever since we started living together in the Capitol, Finnick has been surly as hell; and I don't blame him. He knows better than anyone what you're up against being in the Capitol with no chance of returning to the District. We can't go back to district four for the simple fact that we are mentors for the kids who every year go up against each other in the games. Finnick is scared because he knows that, if either of us messes something up, Snow would know how to remedy it.

Here we are helpless, kneeling at the mercy of President Snow with no way to escape. We are bound hand and foot

Finnick is scared; I can tell by the way he tries to spend most of his time with me and the way he acts like a rabid dog when anyone from the Capitol tries to engage me in conversation. I notice it, in these moments, when he can't stand me leaving him alone and taking too long to make an appearance. Especially now that we are in a house that Snow has given us as a gift.

I go into the bathroom and lean against the sink, lift my face and look in the mirror. Stress has done its thing leaving big dark circles under my eyes and small freckles on my cheeks; my lips are slightly chapped and my skin has lost a tone. I turn on the water faucet and soak my face as if the liquid could dilute the mask of doom this place has put on me.

I do the necessary and wash my hands, look at myself in the mirror again and bring a hand to my belly; there, where my child is growing. I frown worriedly whether I should tell Finnick or not, fearing he might get more hysterical than he already is.

I walk out of the room and am surprised to see Finnick standing in the middle of the room bare-chested and in his crumpled sleep pants. His fists are tense and he clenches his jaw.

“What do you think you're doing?”

“Finnick...”

“I clearly told you not to be late, you've been out of bed for over twenty minutes!” He comes up to me and grabs my shoulders hurting me. I let out a yelp and Finnick ignores it too angry to realize what he was doing.

“I was in the bathroom, Finnick. I didn't even leave this room”

He walks away as he tousles his hair; then I understand he's not angry, but worried. He turns his back to me and places his hands on his hips.

“Don't you understand? We can't stay away from each other for so long," he mumbles, knowing that they might be watching us.

“Really, you're overreacting, Finnick. I was just...”

“I don't care what you did!” he shouts and turns to me “It's the fact that you don't understand the seriousness of the situation!”

We stand in silence for a moment weighing what's going on. Finnick denies and walks over to me, grabs me by the shoulders this time gently and lowers his voice to a whisper

“Please, (Y/N), this is not a joke. We are not in a safe place”

“And when have we ever been?”I shout, too loud for anyone watching us to hear “Come on Finnick! We live in a place where they force little boys to kill each other for the fame and glory the Capitol can give them. This place is not unsafe, the world is”

“I'm talking about here, about this house” he says with a growing concern in his face- (Y/N), are you aware that we have entered the lion's den? For God's sake, we can't even go back to our District anymore.

“There would be no point in doing so, we would still come back every year to be mentors and watch our tributes die. There's nothing we can do, Finnick. Face it, Snow won”

I plop down on the couch leaving Finnick standing in place without saying anything. I tighten my arms over my stomach and lean back a little.

“I can't take it anymore, okay? I can't stand being with you all the time," I say. He looks at me sadly, "I love you. I really do, but this is getting on top of me. It doesn't matter if I'm with you or not, Snow will know the perfect time to attack.”

Finnick looks at me for the thousandth time and walks over. He gets down on his knees in front of me and takes my hands.

“That won't happen as long as I'm by your side, (Y/N). I know it's annoying and irritating that I'm glued to you all day, but it's the only way I have to protect you, do you understand? I can't let them hurt you. You are the only beautiful thing in my life and I don't want that to end because if that happens.... I would be nothing”

His clear eyes crystallize and his lips pucker holding back tears. I caress his face and begin to cry unable to hold back the secret that has been eating away at me. I close my eyes and my tears gain strength.

“Finnick..." I say and look at him. He squeezes my hand and a tear makes its way down his right cheek “I'm pregnant.”

I can notice his grimace of surprise only a few seconds after I let out the news. Finnick looks down, still squeezing my hand and then hides in my belly. I cry even harder and squeeze him against me.

“I'm sorry” I say” I'm sorry, I know this isn't the ideal time for this and I know....

Finnick's lips land on my robe in my stomach area stopping my speech. He begins to caress my belly and his tears wet my legs. Finnick was kissing his son with such fervor that it hurts.

“It's going to be okay," he assures us in a whisper. He looks at me and I notice the reddish hue in his eyes and nose “We'll be fine. Now there will be no one to stop me from my purpose. I will fight for you. I will give my life for you," he swears. And I believe him.

#Finnick Odair #Finnick Odair x reader #Finnick Odair imagines #Sam Caflin #the Hunger Games #peeta mellark #peeta mellark x reader #haymitch abernathy #gale hawthorne #katniss everdeen #harry potter imagine #the maze runner #harry potter #multifandom

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tommyfroggie · 3 years ago

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Chapter One: You Know... The Spider-Man Guy!?

Summary: You try to navigate the fact that your marriage and the person you have to spend the rest of your life with is someone you've never met and there's just one motive, revenge.

Pairing: Mob!Tom Holland x Mob!FemReader {Mafia AU}

Warnings: ANGST, Drug use, violence, guns.

Word Count: 1.2K

NO CHOICE MASTERLIST

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"What the hell do you mean I get married in 2 weeks!?" You screamed at the top of your voice as you rushed around the room to wrap your head around the thing he just said.

"It means that you will be getting married to a certain someone who's the son of one of our enemies in the underworld." Your dad, John replied as he kept his eyes on your fuming red face.

"Dad, I'm sorry but this isn't the 80's. I'm not letting you marry me off to someone just like that, just for the sake of the business. Besides, do you really expect me to fucking marry someone without seeing him or knowing him?" You growled back in complete anger.

"Well, this is him." He said as he handed you his phone with a photo of the man.

You snatched the phone out of his hands, eager to make complaints, but all those thoughts faded away once you saw the picture. There he was. A hot as fuck photo of him from his last photoshoot. TOM FUCKING HOLLAND.

"Dad, are you fucking kidding me right now? This is Tom. Tom Holland. You know... the Spider-Man!?"

"Yes I know."

"So, he's an actor!! Why the hell would you call him 'the son of one of our enemies'?" You mocked him.

"You see Y/n, you're a part of our rich and famous mob, but to the world, you're the famous singer and artist, Y/n L/n. So is it really that hard to believe that Tom is doing the same thing?"

"So you're telling me... That his whole freakin' acting career is just a cover up for a... mob, just like me?"

"Yes."

"How- how do you know that?"

"I have my ways."

"Ok but why would he want to marry me?"

"He gave the idea actually. It's no secret you have quite a lot of fans of your 'music' and he just so happens to be one of them."

"Cool cool, but I'm still not marrying him. I don't even know him and I have a song to record so I'm busy for the whole month anyway-" Your words were cut short as your dad interrupted.

"You don't have a choice. This is great for us, it'll be like a truce"

"What the fuck!? Are you serious right now? I said NO!! I get to make my own decisions!!"

He left the huge living room before you could finish. You felt weak to your knees and you broke down. Tears left your eyes as you screamed out. You were on the floor like that alone, for hours, other than the occasional visits of the hundreds of bodyguards to check up on you.

An hour later, you finally gathered the courage to get up and head back to your room.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Your mascara was running down your face. You wiped it off whispered to yourself. "I guess I'm getting married in the next 2 weeks. At least he's hot, rich and famous." You said that out of pure hatred.

'How could he have agreed to marry someone he's never met?' That was all you could think about, all night long.

You wanted revenge. Not just from your dad, but also from your soon-to-be 'husband'.

That's when you heard gun shots echoing through your huge house, in the middle of the night.

That suddenly brought you out of your thoughts as you grabbed your loaded gun from your bedside. You carefully tip-toed down the stairs towards the living room, where the gun shots were heard from.

That's when you spotted two guys in black masks trying to steal. They had shot in the ceiling to scare the family living here so they could get what they wanted. This was becoming a little bit of a daily occurrence for you.

"Seriously?! Ugh I don't understand why people come here to die everyday" And with that, before the two masked men could do anything, you shot both of them one by one, across their heads.

A pool of blood formed in front of you. You yawned feeling sleepy after seeing the same sight for the billionth time.

"Andrew!!" You shouted out.

"Yes miss Y/n?" Your dad's assistant came up to you.

"Get this mess cleaned up please and I'm not in the mood to talk to father so inform him that another robbery was about to take place so I took care of it"

"As you wish, ma'am" And he left the room to get the guys to take care of the bodies and clean up the mess.

You went back to your room and put on your silk nightgown and took out a Xanax from drawer, shoving it down your throat to hopefully relieve your anxiety. You tried to sleep but you just rolled around in your bed. Your thoughts automatically went to him. Tom.

You went to his social media profile immediately. 'Cute guy, looks nothing like a Mob Boss', you thought. And then you saw his 3 and a half million, extra followers than yours. "Shit" you exhaled as you switched off your phone and threw it in a corner.

'He's a really dreamy guy though....' Your head filled with the thoughts.

"Fuck no!" You shook yourself out of your thoughts. "You hate your dad, hate him! And you are going to take revenge! I cannot fucking get married without... without falling in love" You mumbled, giving yourself a pep talk as your eyes slowly fluttered shut. 'Love' This word kept ringing in your brain throughout the night, reminding you of your fucked up life.

The next morning, you had a huge business meeting, not for your so called 'music career', but for a huge underworld drug deal. Yes, you had talent. You could sing, no doubt in that. But, really and personally, you did enjoy this job better. You had that dangerous blood running through your veins.

You put on your usual black mini skirt paired with high black heals and a beige coat. It took you barely 10 minutes to close the deal. This was a big deal for you though. This has been done solely by the Y/n L/n, not by your father or anyone else.

Yes, people in the underworld knew your identity, but you had professional contracts with everyone, if they even thought about breaking the rules and remotely even tried to reveal your identity to the world, they would be dead in a matter of seconds. So, basically you were feared. You had that record of gruesomely killing people that ever came in your way, just like your dad, just like the Hollands.

Unlike you, who was building up, Tom, the oldest Holland son had already taken over the Holland Mob as his scary father retired a few months ago. He had several experiences in the past where his identity was threatening to be revealed and he didn't hesitate to pull the trigger. His brothers, Harry, Sam and Paddy are like him too, but you know, he's the king. He was so feared around the region, he didn't have to try one thing, for the victims to spill out all their secrets.

Yes, it was difficult for both of you to manage acting or music along with your family legacy but, you both just mastered it through the years.

You were laying in your room after the successful meeting, that's when you received a message. A dm on your Instagram, specifically, from Tom Holland himself.

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a/n: phewwww and that's all the first one. Lemme know your thoughts <3

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sebstanaddict · 3 years ago

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Always You

Chapter 10 - Locked Out of Heaven

Summary : A love story chronicling the love and life of Sebastian Stan and Female!Reader. Inspired by Sebastian Stan's recent love life.

In this chapter we continue where we left off in 2021 when y/n was surprised by the visit of her and Sebastian's friends.

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters 10 / 22

Chapter List >

Warning : fluff, smut

Word count : 6.5k

Brooklyn, New York - November 2021

Never in a million years y/n thought she would one day spend an afternoon being pampered as if she was in a spa by her own friend. Right after she had let Edward and Shannon came into her apartment, Sebastian had given her a call. He asked her whether she wanted to have dinner with him that night, to which she of course immediately said yes. However, since they couldn't risk being seen by the public if they went out, Sebastian had the idea to brought the whole romantic dinner experience to her home. He asked Shannon to help give y/n a spa treatment before helping her to dress up, and he requested Edward to help with preparing the food and setting the tables. Sebastian himself was unfortunately still filming for the movie Sharper. He was scheduled to finish by 5pm though. He promised to come by 7pm, 8pm at most if filming took a longer time to finish.

It was 6pm when Shannon finally finished giving y/n the whole spa treatment. She gave y/n a facial, full body scrub, and a hair mask treatment. Y/n's whole room smelled like jasmine as they used that scent for all of the beauty products they have used for the spa experience. Y/n sat in front of her dressing table, feeling relaxed and slightly sleepy after receiving all the treatments.

"I think we should choose your dress first before we start putting on make up and style your hair." Shannon stated.

"Alright, that makes sense." y/n agreed.

Shannon picked up five dresses that were put on the hanger in y/n's wardrobe. Sebastian had bought five designer dresses for y/n to choose from. She would've been satisfied with just one. But as she had learned in the past couple of days, Sebastian loved spoiling her by buying her things. Despite feeling slightly uncomfortable about it, she learned to accept and just be happy about it. She rarely had anyone spoil her rotten, not even her father. She didn't come from a wealthy family, so her parents couldn't really spoil her with material things. They did spoil her with love and affection though. One of the reasons why she turned out to be a generous and kind person. Always thinking about others before herself.

Shannon laid all of the dresses on the bed next to each other. They all had different colors and style. The colors ranged from the classic black, fiery red, to soft pastel. As for the styles, they ranged from sexy strapless dress, modern one shoulder dress, elegant princess dress to comfortable wrap dress. Y/n loved them all. She didn't know how she could choose. After studying them more closely there was one dress she particularly loved most. It was a champagne colored knee length dress made from chiffon horizontal pleats. It was sleeveless and had silver sequined accent around the shoulders and heart shaped neck line.

"I love it." y/n stated as she looked at herself in the mirror after putting on the dress. She turned herself in front of the mirror to look at the dress from several angles. She was satisfied with how it made her look. The dress hugged her body perfectly, showing off her curves in the right places without being too much. She felt elegant, classy and sexy at the same time wearing the dress.

"Okay, cool. Now we need to choose the shoes to go with it." Shannon picked up five shoe boxes from the floor and put them down next to y/n. She then opened all of them. The shoes were as varied as the dresses. From black peep toe style, simple red stilettos, to comfortable pastel wedges. But from the color alone y/n knew which one would go well with her dress. She picked a champagne slink back heel shoes with open toes and straps beaded with swarovski crystals.

"I think this is the one." Y/n commented, picking up the champagne shoes.

"Okay, cool. I love what you've picked. It's so you." Shannon commented.

"Thanks Shannon. I guess Seb really knows me." Y/n said.

"How could he not. He's been pining after you for 20 years." Shannon snickered.

"Has he really?" Y/n asked doubtfully.

"I called it from the very beginning..you just weren't listening to me." Shannon said, feeling a little annoyed at how blind y/n could be.

"I guess you did.. I just think it was impossible for someone like him to like me, you know." Y/n commented while closing all the other shoe boxes and put them to the side.

"Stop saying that y/n. He's just a regular human being who happens to be hot and is a movie star. It doesn't make him better than you. And don't ever say again he's out of your league. I mean, have you seen yourself in the mirror, girl? Come on.. you're gorgeous and you should start believing in that." Shannon said, giving y/n a stern look.

Y/n smiled. "Okay okay, no need to be so stern about it Shannon."

"I'm serious..say it with me.. I'm beautiful, I'm gorgeous and any man is lucky to have me." Shannon demanded while guiding y/n to the front of the full body mirror behind the door of her wardrobe.

"I'm beautiful, I'm gorgeous and any man is lucky to have me..." Y/n said slowly while staring at herself in the mirror.

"Where's the energy, the belief? I don't hear it. Come on say it again y/n." Shannon demanded.

"I'm beautiful, I'm gorgeous and any man is lucky to have me..." Y/n said, louder this time.

"I still don't hear it y/n.." Shannon protested.

Y/n giggled and said "I'm beautiful, I'm gorgeous and any man is lucky to have me...!" She shouted.

They both laughed. "Good.. that's what I need to hear. Now let's start on your hair and make up. He's supposed to be here in an hour."

"Okay, let's do this." y/n said, taking a seat in front of her dressing table.

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Sebastian arrived at y/n's apartment a little after 7 pm. Thankfully filming was finished right on schedule so he had time to go back to his apartment to take a shower and put on a nice outfit. He walked towards y/n's door with a spring in his step. He was certain y/n would accept to be in a relationship with him with how she reacted the past couple of days. He stopped in front of her door, switched his left hand to hold the red rose bouquet he had brought for y/n and knocked with his right hand. Moments later Edward opened the door.

"Hey Edward." Sebastian smiled and gave Edward a quick hug and went inside.

"Hey Seb, she's still in her room, still getting ready." Edward commented as he closed the door.

"Okay." Sebastian's eyes widened as he saw the table setting and decor in y/n's apartment that Edward had set up.

"I didn't know you have talent for decorating." Sebastian said, turning around and admiring the whole romantic atmosphere Edward had successfully set up.

"Ah well, I had help. All I had to do was follow the guidance I was given." Edward said humbly.

"Who helped you?" Sebastian asked curiously.

"Nina of course." Edward said, referring to his wife.

"Ah of course." Sebastian said.

"Where do you think I should put this?" Sebastian asked, holding up the bouquet of red roses to Edward.

"Here, let me put it in a vase." Edward said, taking the bouquet off Sebastian's hand.

Sebastian went to the karaoke system set up near the TV table. He decided to set up the music to accompany the dinner while he waited for y/n to come out. He picked various romantic songs from many different eras. Along with an Elvis song he also picked a Richard Marx song, Peter Cetera song, The Corrs song, even two Bruno Mars songs. Satisfied with his pick, he pressed play and the first song started playing on speaker with a video of it shown on the TV. He had picked Only You by Elvis Presley for the first song.

"Hey Seb, do you want me to teach you how to serve the food?" Edward asked.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that." Sebastian clapped his head.

Edward had ordered a 4 course meal from a fine dining restaurant in Manhattan. He offered to serve them for Sebastian and y/n, turning him into a sort of waiter for their dinner. But Sebastian declined. He wanted to serve the meal himself. Besides, they would need some privacy. They went to the kitchen where several take out boxes had been set up on the pantry.

"Okay, so you've asked for a 4 course meal, right?" Edward said.

"Right." Sebastian nodded.

"Here's the first one." Edward opened a take out box revealing the appetizer, a butternut squash ravioli with burnt butter sauce.

"Just put the raviolis on the plate and pour the sauce on it." Edward said, gesturing towards a small clip bag filled with a light brown sauce.

"Okay." Sebastian said.

"Second one is the salad." Edward opened another box filled with baby kale greens, asian pears, grapes, candied walnuts and gorgonzola.

"I'm sure you know how to serve this. The dressing is this one." Edward said, picking up a small plastic bottle filled with honey vinaigrette.

"Yeah of course." Sebastian commented.

"Okay, the main course is this one." Edward opened two boxes. One filled with balsamic glazed lamb chops and the other one consisted of white bean puree.

"Spoon the puree first on the plate then put the lamb chop on top. Then you can drizzle it with this brown sauce and sprinkle some chopped herbs." Edward picked up a bottle of brown sauce and a plastic clip filled with chopped herbs and showed it to Sebastian.

"Right. I understand." Sebastian said.

"Okay. Last one is dessert." Edward turned towards the refrigerator and opened it. He picked out a white honey yoghurt panna cotta still in its mold, and a bowl filled with sliced blood oranges.

"So it's a honey yogurt panna cotta with blood orange slices and sauce. Once you're ready to serve just flip the panna cotta on a plate and put the blood orange slices on the side or around it, it's up to you, then pour the sauce on the side of it." Edward picked up a plastic bottle from the refrigerator filled with blood orange sauce and showed it to Sebastian.

"Alright, I get it. Where are the plates by the way?" Sebastian asked, looking around.

"Oh yeah, I've put them all on the table setting." Edward said.

"Right. Maybe it's better to put them on the pantry, for easier access." Sebastian suggested.

"Okay, maybe I'll leave one plate on the table just so the decor isn't ruined." Edward said as he walked to the table to pick up the plates.

"What about the drinks?" Sebastian asked.

"I've prepared your favorite red wine. It's there on the table." Edward gestured towards the dinner table area.

"Okay. Great! Thank you so much Edward for doing this for me and y/n." Sebastian said gratefully.

"No problem, Seb. I'm really happy you two are finally getting together. It's about time." Edward said.

"Yeah. I know. Took us twenty years.." Sebastian said in disbelief. He reminisced about all the times he almost told his feelings to y/n but wasn't successful. How broken his heart was. But patience really paid off in the end, he thought.

Sebastian was looking down studying the food on the pantry when he felt Edward nudged him on the elbow.

"What?" Sebastian asked, turning his head to Edward. Edward didn't say anything but just gestured his head towards y/n's room.

Sebastian's jaw dropped when he saw y/n coming out of her room. He didn't remember ever seeing her looking so beautiful and radiant. She wore the first dress he had chosen for her, the champagne knee length dress he felt would fit her the most. He was right, the dress seemed to be made just for her. She also had worn the champagne shoes with swarovski crystals he had chosen to be worn with the dress. Her wavy hair was styled with a half up half down style. Her hair fell down in soft waves on her shoulder and several tendrils of hair framed her beautiful face. Shannon had put on natural make up on y/n, accentuating her features perfectly without going over the top.

Y/n looked across the room to where Sebastian was standing and felt her heart rate go up. Sebastian looked very handsome wearing a long sleeved black buttoned up shirt and black trousers. His hair was parted on the side and brushed smoothly. He was staring at her with love and adoration, making her blush.

Ripping her gaze away from Sebastian, y/n looked around her apartment and her jaw dropped. Edward had set up the perfect decor for a romantic dinner. Her coffee table had been moved to the side and in place of it Edward had put a square table covered with white satin tablecloth. On top of it were placed two tall red candles and small white candles in the middle. The candles were lit up, giving a soft romantic light on the table. Elegant plates and silverware were set up on opposite ends, as well as two tall wine glasses. Rose petals were strewn all over the table, giving a romantic feel to the table setting. He also had set up two chairs on opposite ends of the table. The chairs were decorated with large red tulle bows, with the bows sitting pretty on the back of the chairs. Most of the lights in the room had been turned off except those on the pantry, leaving the apartment dark safe from the numerous candles put all around the apartment. Bouquets of flowers were put throughout her apartment, she could see them on the bookcase Sebastian bought her, on the coffee table, on the window sill, on the corners, even on the kitchen counter. Curiously she could also smell something like roses. Apparently Edward had turned on an essential oil diffuser on the corner of the room and put in rose essential oils in them. She could also listen to love songs in the background, which she was sure was set up by Sebastian as it was an 80s ballad that was playing. It was a feast for all five senses. Y/n couldn't help but feel awed by the amount of work Edward had put into the decor and the amount of effort Sebastian had put into the whole thing.

Sebastian walked over to her and took her right hand then gave it a kiss, making y/n blush yet again.

"Hi.." he said, smiling at her.

"Hi.." she answered shyly, smiling back at him.

"You look beautiful." Sebastian said huskily, making her shiver. "The necklace and earrings look good on you."

Y/n wore Sebastian's gift from Tiffany & Co, the gold chain necklace and heart shaped diamond pendant as well as the heart shaped diamond earrings. They fit her whole look perfectly.

"Thank you. A rich millionaire bought them for me." she said teasingly.

Sebastian laughed. "Should I be jealous?"

"Well.. maybe you should. He also bought me a large TV, karaoke system, and a bookcase complete with hundreds of new released books. It's tough competition there." she continued to tease him.

Sebastian continued to laugh.

"Hey Seb, y/n, I think it's time for us to go." Edward said as he saw Shannon came out of y/n's room. Shannon was cleaning and tidying up y/n's room when y/n went out of her room, and she was done.

"Thank you guys so much." Sebastian said.

"No problem, Seb. Happy to do it." Edward winked.

Shannon approached them and give them both a hug.

"Have fun you guys. You both deserve it so much." she said.

"Thank you Shannon, thank you for everything." y/n said, smiling at her.

After Edward and Shannon left they continued standing in front of the romantic table setting, staring at each other, not sure how to proceed. In all the years they had known each other they had never felt more nervous with each other. Finally Sebastian broke the silence.

"Shall we?" he beckoned y/n to take a seat. He pulled one of the chairs out and y/n took a seat. He then walked across the table and sat on the second seat.

"So, would you like some wine?" Sebastian asked.

"Sure, I'd love to." y/n smiled.

Sebastian took the bottle of wine from the chiller, opened it effortlessly and poured it to two tall glasses on the table.

"Cheers." he said, picking up his glass to toast.

"Cheers." y/n said, clinking her glass to his.

"Mmm.. this is good." y/n said, feeling slightly more relaxed as the wine entered her system.

"So, how was your day?" Sebastian asked, putting his glass down.

"It was great! I finished reading Mindful Moments." y/n responded, referring to the Deepak Chopra book Sebastian bought her.

"Wow..that's great. How is it? Is it good?" Sebastian asked, his interest piqued.

"Yes, it is a very inspiring read. It might really be helpful for when we do meditations." y/n answered. She then continued explaining the book to Sebastian. Quoting it here and there. Her eyes lit up while she was talking. This is one of the things Sebastian loved about y/n. Her love of books and how she could remember sentences and phrases in a book she had read in perfect detail even if she just read a book once. Her voice was also mesmerizing. He could spend hours listening to her just talk.

They continued chatting lightly about their day while eating. Sebastian told y/n more about the movie he was filming and how it was to work with Julianne Moore, his costar in the movie. While y/n told him about her work and the books she had just recently read. They were eating the main course when y/n finally had the courage to ask Sebastian about the picture Ana posted earlier that day. She had been wanting to ask about it but was waiting for the correct timing.

"So, is Ana still staying at your apartment?" y/n asked, trying to sound like she didn't care much about it even though she actually was.

"No she's not." Sebastian answered.

"Oh, is she back in Spain?" y/n asked, her heart rate went up as she strangely felt hopeful she would be back in Spain.

"No, she's still in NYC. She's now staying at her friend's place." Sebastian answered while finishing his lamb chop.

"Oh okay. Can I ask you something?" y/n continued.

"Of course." Sebastian said, putting his knife and fork down and looked at y/n intently.

"I saw the picture of you that she posted earlier today. Is that recent?" y/n asked carefully.

"Oh that.. no, that's an old picture. It was taken a couple of days after she had just arrived in NYC. Before my dad died." he answered.

"Oh okay." she breathed a sigh of relief. She knew she wasn't officially dating Sebastian yet. But she couldn't help feeling hurt if they really went out last night after all the things Sebastian had done for her that week.

"She made it seem like it was recent." she commented.

Sebastian sighed. "You know that's what she does. She baits. I saw that picture that's why I posted a story afterwards, when I was in the car going to set."

"Well, that ruined her narrative then. She wanted it to seem like it was recent right?"

"Yes, that's why I did it. I hate it when she baits. But I guess that's part of the job in order to sell the relationship. I was just so sick of it. I wish it's over soon." he sighed and reached out to touch y/n's hand.

"I really want us to be together y/n. Like, properly, you know. Not like this, hiding out here for our first date because we can't be seen in public. It breaks my heart. Because you deserve the best." he said, staring at her sadly.

"Oh Seb, I don't mind not going out. I mean, having dinner here instead of out there is perfect! We don't have to pay for transport. We don't have to meet other people." she winked.

Sebastian laughed. "You're right. It is perfect. It literally is just the two of us."

"Yes, and I love everything you've done. The dress, the shoes, the decor, the food, the music, the pampering. I mean, this is the best first date I've ever had, Seb. Thank you so much." she smiled brightly at him. Sebastian can't help but smiled back.

"You're very welcome y/n. I'm so happy you like it." he said, squeezing her hand.

"I love it." she said, squeezing his hand back.

Sebastian stood up and leaned over the table to give her a quick kiss, surprising y/n.

"I love you." he said, breaking the kiss and sitting back down.

"I love you, Seb." she said, blushing furiously as she didn't expect him to kiss her so suddenly.

After they finished eating the main course, they moved on to have dessert. Sebastian had no problem plating the ravioli, salad and lamb chop. But he found a little problem with the panna cotta, no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't budge out of its mold.

"Seb, do you need my help?" y/n asked when she noticed Sebastian took a little longer to serve the dessert.

"Umm..yeah..I can't get the panna cotta out from its mold." he said.

Y/n stood up from her seat and walked to the pantry. She took the panna cotta from his hand and tapped the mold, then she put a plate on top of it and turned it over. She shook the mold slowly expecting the panna cotta to slide out but it was still stuck, much to her dismay.

"Weird.. " she said.

"Let's just eat it straight out of the mold." Sebastian suggested.

"Wait.. let me try it one more time." y/n requested.

"Okay." Sebastian responded.

She picked up the panna cotta mold, let it hover on top of the plate and hit on it hard. It successfully slid out from its mold but it didn't fall on the plate like y/n intended, instead it fell onto the floor into a heap of mess.

"Oh no.." she said in dismay. "I'm sorry.." she said, looking up to see Sebastian trying to hold back laughter.

"Oh.. don't laugh at me Seb. At least "I" got it out." she huffed.

"You sure did." he chuckled as he went down to clean the panna cotta from the floor.

"There's another one, let's just eat it from its mold. We can share." Sebastian suggested as he finished cleaning up the floor.

"Yeah, good idea." y/n agreed.

They went back to the table bringing the lone panna cotta which was still in its mold, the bowl of blood orange pieces as well as the blood orange sauce. They put some of the blood orange pieces on top of the panna cotta and poured the sauce on top.

"Okay, so how do we do this?" y/n asked, referring on how they should split the panna cotta.

"Here, let me." Sebastian took a spoon of the panna cotta and brought it to y/n's mouth. She was slightly shocked but opened her mouth anyway. She ate the panna cotta and licked her lips. It was delicious, she didn't expect it to be that good as she rarely ate blood oranges. She then noticed Sebastian swallowed hard as he watched her lick her lips. He licked his lips as well, making y/n's insides go crazy. She suddenly remembered the first and last time Sebastian ever fed her. It happened 5 years ago but it felt like yesterday. She remembered how it made her feel, and that feeling came back to her in full force.

Heart pounding, she picked up her spoon, took a spoonful of the panna cotta and brought it to Sebastian's mouth. "Your turn." she said nervously, her hand shook a little as she waited for his response.

Sebastian's eyes widened but he recovered quickly and ate the panna cotta y/n gave him.

"It's good.." he said after swallowing the panna cotta, his voice turned a little hoarse.

"Yeah, I didn't expect it to be this good." y/n commented.

They continued feeding each other the panna cotta, savouring the feeling of being fed by each other. Eyes studying each other's lips and mouths. Their minds wander to the sinful things they could do to each other, making the atmosphere thick with desire and tension. Several moments passed and they finally finished the panna cotta.

"Well, that was really delicious." y/n commented. "Thank you so much for the delicious dinner, Seb." she smiled, trying to break the tension between them.

"You're very welcome y/n." Sebastian smiled, feeling the tension leaving his body.

"So, since this is our first date and you said you wanted to do karaoke on our first date, shall we?" Sebastian asked, extending his hand to y/n.

"I'd love to." y/n smiled, accepting his hand and stood up.

They spent the next hour singing and belting their favorite songs. They also danced sometimes if the song was upbeat, swaying their hips and moving their hands and feet, twirling each other on the cramped space in front the TV, bumping to furnitures in the process, laughing and giggling all the way.

'Cause you make me feel like I've been locked out of heaven

For too long, for too long

Yeah, you make me feel like I've been locked out of heaven

For too long, for too long

Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Can I just stay here?

Spend the rest of my days here?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Can I just stay here?

Spend the rest of my days here?

Sebastian belted out the upbeat song Locked Out of Heaven by Bruno Mars as he held y/n's hand while y/n giggled and danced, jumping up and down, twirling in his hands. As the song finished, he went down on his knees, surprising y/n and said.

"What would you say y/n? Can I just stay here? Spend the rest of my days here.. with you?" he looked up at y/n expectantly, feeling slightly nervous.

Y/n's heart beat very fast. She already knew what she was going to say, but she needed one last assurance from him, ever the self conscious girl that she was. She pulled Sebastian's hand up, getting him off the floor and pulled him closer. She looked up at him and slowly asked.

"Before I answer, can I ask you something?" holding his hands in both her hands tightly.

"Of course, anything for you sweetheart." Sebastian answered, his heart beating fast in his rib cage, his hands sweating, being so nervous as he awaited her response.

"Please don't hate me for asking you this.. but.. here's a hypotethical question. If by some miracle, Maggie or Leila walked in through that door and asked you to come back to be with them, would you? Would you choose them or me?" y/n asked carefully.

Sebastian's eyes widened in surprise. He didn't expect her to be asking him that. But he understood that y/n needed to know how much he loved her. She needed the confidence that Sebastian would always choose her over everyone else. Something he had always done even if she didn't know it.

"Y/n.. it's you.. I choose you. I chose you back then, and I choose you now. Always." he said, gazing at her with love and adoration, making y/n's knees weak.

"Wait.. what do you mean you chose me back then?" y/n asked, just realizing what he was saying and wondering what he meant by it.

Sebastian told her all about his break up with Maggie and Leila. He never told her the details back then. When she asked why he and Maggie or Leila broke up he just gave her a general answer. She never pushed him about it, knowing it might be a too sensitive subject to talk about, despite them being so close. But tonight he spilled all the details. How in each occurrence it was always y/n that he chose. That it was her that caused him to break up with Leila and Maggie.

"It's always you y/n.. it has always been you." Sebastian said softly almost whispering to her. He put his hand on the side of her face, brushing her cheek gently with his thumb. His cerulean eyes gazed at her with love and longing from behind his long and beautiful lashes.

Y/n's heart beat wildly in her chest. She didn't expect Sebastian to be that much in love with her, she was so happy and overwhelmed. Feeling so loved and elated she reached up and pulled Sebastian closer by the back of his neck and kissed him feverishly. Sebastian kissed her back, putting his hands around y/n and pulled her up, hugging her and kissing her like she was his lifeline.

Kissing Sebastian felt so right to y/n, like it has always felt. She remembered the feeling of it the first time they kissed during spin the bottle game. It felt like it was meant to be. She finally understood it now.

Sebastian broke the kiss and put y/n down. He put his hands around her waist, his eyes burning with desire and he said breathlessly. "Y/n.. I love you.. I love you so much.."

"I love you too Seb.." y/n said, looking at him with desire in her eyes too.

"I want to make love to you y/n.. would you let me.. please?" Sebastian asked with a low voice, his beautiful eyes full of hope and longing.

Y/n blushed and smiled, she was speechless. Sebastian was so sweet. She never had any guy asked for her permission before. She nodded slowly, her eyes never left his. Sebastian smiled widely and scrunched his nose. He was so cute and endearing, her heart swelled looking at him.

Warning: smut ahead

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Sebastian took y/n's hand and guide her towards her room. Y/n's heart beat faster with each step. She couldn't believe it was finally happening. All the daydreams she had ever had about him since the day they met were about to be realized. She felt like she wanted to scream.

He opened the door to her room and they both gasped. They found the room to be decorated as well. There were rose petals shaped like a big heart in the middle of the bed. The lights were off except from the desk lamp located on the night stand. There were numerous candles lit throughout her room. An essential oil diffuser were diffusing rose essential oil in the corner of her room.

"Did you ask Shannon to do this?" y/n asked, stepping inside her room.

"No, I didn't. This was all her doing." Sebastian laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Oh I love her." y/n stated.

"Me too! She has been supporting us from the very beginning." Sebastian said while pulling y/n closer to the bed.

"I feel like we're on our honeymoon or something." y/n giggled, stopping as they reached the edge of the bed.

Sebastian laughed. "Sweetheart, if we ever really go on a honeymoon I'll make sure it'll top what you've gotten today." he winked, making y/n blush.

"You look so pretty when you blush." Sebastian complimented her. He cupped her face with his hands and leaned closer. Closing the gap he kissed her so slowly, taking his time to savor the feeling and taste of her lips.

Y/n felt like her heart was about to explode. He was so gentle and loving, something she never experienced with other men before. He broke the kiss and whispered to her ear.

"You're all I ever want y/n.." he then kissed her softly behind her ears, sending shivers down her spine. He planted soft kisses along the side of her neck making y/n squirm in pleasure. As he continued peppering kisses on her neck, his hands went behind her back and he slowly pulled the zipper of her dress down. He stopped kissing her and put his hands on her shoulders, taking the dress off as he caressed her shoulders gently. Her dress fell down to the floor in a heap, leaving her only in her lacy bra and panties. Sebastian stood back, admiring her body, biting his lip.

"Y/n..you're so gorgeous. You have no idea how many times I imagined this." he stated huskily, making y/n's knees weak.

He went down on his knees and picked her leg up. He took both her shoes off and took the dress and set them to the side while y/n just stood there, speechless, her heart beating wildly. He looked up at her, gave her a smile and he started kissing her right down from her toe, up to her shin, her knee then the insides of her thigh, making her squirm again. He continued kissing her while his hands caressed her sides. He kissed her on her panty covered privates, up to her navel, her upper stomach, the valley between her breasts, her throat, along her neck and finally he kissed her on the lips again. Y/n kissed him back hungrily, her blood burnt with desire. She started unbuttoning his shirt from the top down and with Sebastian's help his shirt was finally off. Y/n caressed his chiseled body, from his shoulder down to his bicep and to his broad back, all the while kissing him with fervor.

Breaking the kiss, Sebastian laid y/n gently on the bed. He went down and took off his shoes, then he took his pants and underwear off. His manhood popped out, already hard and ready. Y/n bit her lip looking at it and admiring it. Wondering how it could fit inside her.

He then went on top of her and kissed her again, harder and with more urgency this time. His hand fumbled with her bra. Y/n arched her back so he could take the clasp off and he did just that with one try. After pulling the bra off her he paused for a moment, staring at her breasts with admiration.

"You're so beautiful y/n.." he said huskily, making butterflies flutter in her stomach. He licked his lips and without hesitation he went down and started to lick her left nipples while his hand stroked her right nipples, stroking it around, pulling and pinching it, making her squirm and weak as the sensation connected downwards to her private parts, making her involuntarily buck her hips. Her hands stroked his beautiful fluffy hair and went down to stroke his back, and her nails dug into his back as his expert ministrations on her breasts made her want to explode. She wondered if she could come just by him doing this. But her thought was interrupted as he pulled her panties off and he touched her "there". His fingers went inside her and found her so wet and drenched.

He stopped licking her nipples and said "You're so wet sweetheart.. and it's just for me.. you're so perfect.." She blushed as he said that.

He pulled his fingers out from her and slowly went down, planting kisses on her stomach, her navel, and he stopped in front of her privates and inhaled her scent.

"You smell good." he stated, looking up at her with a twinkle in his eyes. Y/n bit her lip expectantly, knowing what was coming next, her heart beating wildly.

Seeing y/n bite her lip seductively spurred him into action. He opened her legs wide and started licking her folds. Y/n moaned hard as he started to eat her, licking her, sucking her. He put his focus on the small pebble on top of her folds, knowing how it would make her react. She put her hands on his head, pushing him in and her hips bucked as she chased the peak of pleasure. She moaned and whimpered, so weak and helpless under his expert ministrations.

"Seb..I can't hold it anymore.. I'm gonna explode.." she said breathlessly.

"Go on sweetheart, cum for me.." Sebastian said, encouraging her.

His words were her undoing. She finally unraveled, her body shook with pleasure. A small laugh escaped her and she giggled as the whole sensation washed through her like a wave. Sebastian went up to her and laid on her side. His left hand on her side, propping himself up. He watched her face intently as she was still reeling from the effects he gave her.

"You're so beautiful when you cum.. and your laugh.. that is so cute." he smiled as he brushed her cheek gently with his thumb. Y/n blushed as he said it. Looking at her pretty face spurred him into action again.

"Sweetheart, I'm going to go inside you now, okay?" he said gently. Y/n just nodded. She was speechless that Sebastian still asked her permission despite her having agreed for him to make love to her previously. He was such a gentleman, she thought.

Sebastian put his hands on her sides, trapping her between his hands and leaned down to kiss her, letting her get a taste of herself. He then broke the kiss and opened her legs wide. He took his hardened length which was already red and angry, and shining with a little pre-cum on its tip, and stroked it a little. Y/n bit her lip nervously, she wondered if he was going to fit.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'm going in slow, I don't want to hurt you." he said as if he could read her mind.

He put himself at her entrance and slowly put himself in. She expected it to hurt but it didn't. The more he got into her the more she felt connected with him. Until finally he completely put himself in her and she felt everything clicked into place. He was the one for her. The only man who could complete her. He gazed at her with his beautiful blue eyes, giving her a loving and adoring look glazed over with lust.

"You complete me y/n.." he said in a low voice, making her shiver. He then kissed her gently and started to move slowly. She moved with him, working with him as they chased the peak together, eyes never leaving each other. Her legs circled around his waist tight as he kept moving harder and harder. Her hands caressing his hair, his shoulders, his bicep and back. She dug her nails on his back as she got closer to the peak. She moaned repeatedly making him feel like he was going to explode. The combination of all of the sensations almost unravel him, but he held it in, wanting for her to reach her second peak before he could unravel himself.

"Seb.. oh Seb.. I'm gonna cum again.." y/n said breathlessly.

"Go on sweetheart, cum for me.." Sebastian responded, his voice hoarse, his heart beating fast as he himself was going to go over the edge.

She clenched him tight as the second peak washed over her. He watched her moaning and writhing underneath him, he felt her hot and tight around his length. He couldn't hold it in again and finally he let go. He fell over the edge, spilling all of his spend in her, hugging her tight, moaning and grunting like an animal.

She giggled and laughed as the peak sensation washed over her. She pulled him to her and he put his head on top of her shoulder, feeling weak and spent. He stayed inside her for awhile, enjoying every inch of their bodies touching each other. He then pulled his head from her shoulder and looked down at her, making y/n's heart beat faster.

"I love you y/n.. I love you so much.." he said softly. His beautiful cerulean eyes gazed at her with pure love and adoration.

"I love you too Seb.. so much.." she said, putting her hand on the side of his handsome face, stroking his cheek gently with her thumb.

He leaned down and kissed her gently, pouring all of his love for her into the kiss. He vowed he would never leave her. She was the one for him. His only love. The only one who could make him feel like he was locked out of heaven before he met her.

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Chapter 11 >

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seraphdreams · 4 years ago

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Sakusa’s Little Cheerleader..

warning : smut, fem! reader, breeding kink, soft dom sakusa, MSBY team

wc - 2.5k

a/n - this is one of my older works, so the pacing might be a little weird but overall, enjoy !

summary : you’re a little cheerleader that’s so infatuated with Kiyoomi Sakusa

You’ve been a cheerleader for the MSBY Black Jackals for a few months now, but you couldn’t help but notice the quiet, stand-offish curly head. When the cheer squad and the volleyball team would have joint practices, you always caught yourself staring at him. The way his black hair swished at every move he made and how he’d avoid the other players. It wasn’t until a big win that you finally decided to talk to him.

“You guys did great!” you say in an overexcited tone. “Oh, thanks y/n-chan” Atsumu says as he wraps his arm around your neck. Atsumu was always a touchy person towards you. Some days it was more flirtatious and others, friendly. He smelled like sweat and you couldn’t wait to be released from his grip. “You too, Sakusa” you say in a quiet voice, the man slowly turning around as he was walking out of the locker room. His hair was wet and he was wearing sweatpants with a black t-shirt, he most likely showered after the game. “Thanks” he hums, sounding a bit muffled under his mask. “Hey! Hey! Hey! We should definitely celebrate this” Bokuto exclaims in an overconfident tone. “Let’s go out to eat! c’mon y/n” Atsumu says. this is exactly what you wanted, an opening to talk to Sakusa, to know more about his personality. “No” Sakusa says quickly as to shut them up when he walks out of the venue and into his car. “Don’t worry, he’s definitely coming”Hinata says as he appears from nowhere.

“What do i wear? Is it a formal event? Casual?” You thought to yourself. You wanted Kiyoomi to notice you, but what if you looked to sexy or too bummy. You settle on a white silk tight, mid thigh dress. The back was strappy and the front lifted your breasts nicely while still being modest. Your phone suddenly dinged.

“hey best friend! we’re coming to pick you up in about 10 minutes” The text read. You honestly didn’t know why Atsumu referred to you as a best friend but it really didn’t bother you. Your heart was racing, finally a night with Sakusa. A loud honk of a car startled you, making you come out of your thoughts. You quickly grabbed your purse and phone and headed out.

“Sit in the front seat!” Bokuto yelled out of the backseats car window. The wind chilly on your skin as you walked to the car. It was dark outside and the only thing you could see were the streetlights and the black car in your driveway. You opened the car door and to your surprise, Sakusa was in the drivers seat. You shyly sat down, as your heart almost thumped out of your chest. He looked so sexy in his black suit. His hair was slightly gelled back but still curly and the white mask he was wearing added the right amount of contrast to his outfit. He drove off as Hinata, Atsumu, and Bokuto were bickering in the backseat. Every so often sakusa would take glances into the rear view mirror.

“How come i look like a squirrel and Omi-Kun over here looks like a god” Atsumu complains as he fixes up his suit jacket. You chuckle to yourself at Atsumu’s comment. Sakusa takes a quick glance at you. You feel his eyes go from your pretty face down to your exposed thighs. He reaches for the volume nob to turn the music up and drown out the sound of the backseat.

You finally arrive at your destination. It’s a fancy looking restaurant with many people waiting outside. He puts his arm behind your seat as he tries to back into an open parking spot. You try not to let your eyes trail on him for too long, fearful of if he caught you. He finishes parking and you grab your purse about to open the door until you hear a “wait” from Sakusa. You do as the tall man says, watching as all four men get out of the car.

Sakusa walked around to the front of the car then to your door. He opens it for you and grabs your hand as you step out. “Thank you” you say to him, finally taking in his scent. He smelled so clean, with hints of strong expensive Versace cologne. “Thank god i got a reservation” Bokuto states as all five of you walk towards the front of the restaurant. “Right, this place is packed” Hinata replies. You look down at your outfit as you walked next to Atsumu. He nudged your shoulder, noticing you being a bit more timid than usual. He moves from your side to behind you gripping you into a bear hug. “ahhh y/n! why are you so quiet!” You couldn’t help but laugh at the feeling, he eased your stress.

“Stop being so loud and walk” Sakusa says, annoyed. You arrived at the doors of the restaurant. The inside was classy and was dimly lit. You followed behind the host as she took you to your seats. You sat near the wall in the booth with Atsumu on your left side and Sakusa across from you. He looked so handsome, just sitting there looking at the menu.

After you placed your orders and talked for a while, you feel arms wrap around your waist tickling you. It was obviously Atsumu who couldn’t stop himself from being childish in a public setting. “Stop. Obviously she’s uncomfortable” Sakusa says in a gruff voice, face still fixated on the menu in his hands. “No it’s fine, you don-“ You try to say before Sakusa cuts you off. “I’m sorry, he doesn’t know how to behave” He says now looking out the window of the booth. “Oh chill out, Omi-San” Hinata says in a playful voice that lifts the mood.

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After you’ve all ate and paid for your meal, you load back into the car. Sakusa opening your door once again. The drive home was much more quieter now because the energetic crew was sleeping. “You seem responsible” You say to Sakusa as he drives. “I guess. I have to deal with these idiots most of the time”. You chuckle as the words roll of his tongue. A smile creeps from the corners of his lips as he hears you laugh. “How long have you been cheering” He asks, taking a glance at your thick thighs. “Ever since i was in middle school. I took a small break in highschool but decided to try again. How long have you been playing volleyball?” you ask him.

He starts talking about how Komori got him into it. His voice was as light as whipped butter and soothed your soul. He grabs his phone to look at his GPS, helping him find his way to drop off the sleeping idiots in the backseat. One by one, he dropped them off home, starting with Hinata, then Atsumu, to Bokuto. “Thanks bro!” Bokuto says as he steps out the car rubbing his sleepy eyes.

“It’s still kind of early, do you want to talk a bit more at my house?” Kiyoomi offers. “Sure, why not” You reply. You were honestly confused about what the outcome of this night would be.

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He unlocked his front door and invited you into his home. The interior was what you’d expect from him, big and dark. The living room was spacious with a black couch and atleast a 135 inch TV built into the wall. The kitchen had dark marble and there were so many rooms, obviously all being clean. He directs you to his couch and picks up a bottle of wine with two wine glasses. He lights a candle on his coffee table. You looked up at the high ceiling, as he poured your drinks. He handed you your glass as he questioned.

“I hope you’re okay with rosè”. You nodded cutely and chucked. He sat down next to you, cautious of personal space. The night went on as you two chatted about almost anything possible. He was unusually bubbly, adding to his sexy allure. “Wait, you haven’t dated anyone in how many years?” He asked slightly buzzed from the wine. “Four” You answer with a giggle. His eyes widening. “I refuse to believe that.” He says, realizing he might’ve said too much. He slowly moves closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he looks you deep in your eyes, taking a sip from his glass. Your heart starts pounding a bit too hard and you feel pounding somewhere else as well. He sets his glass down. “Please tell me you’ve been touched atleast” He says in a low tone. “Maybe....” You tease.

He stands up, his dark figure looming over you. He grabs your hand and leads you upstairs. It was so dark but somehow he knew exactly where he was going. He opens a tall door and there it is, his bed. A california king, so obnoxiously large for no reason. He drags you to the middle of the end of the bed.

You sit down as he stands in between your legs. He lightly taps your shoulder, indicating for you to lay down. He slowly creeps atop of you, kissing your lips once meeting your face. His kisses were sloppy and tasted of alcohol. He couldn’t possibly be this drunk. You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with the curls at the nape. You let out a light moan as he starts to kiss your neck. You could feel his cock harden as it brushed against your pathetically clothed clit. He lifts himself up ever so slightly. “Do you want me to stop?” He questions, big dark brown eyes lidded with lust. You shake your head and pull him down to kiss you more. His hands roamed around your body, his fingers meeting the lace of your panties.

He slowly slides them down your thighs and onto the floor. He motions for you to put your arms up as he removes the small silk dress off you. You were in nothing but a bra, feeling so pathetic and small under him. You sit up and take the bra off before laying back down.

His eyes trail down to your now glossy cunt. He dips his head down and wraps his tongue around your clit. “Kiyoomi” you moan. He sticks in a long finger, swirling your slick around your walls. The pleasure is unmatched, everything about this man was so perfect to you. He starts to pump in and out, curling his finger to find your sweet spot. He adds another, keeping the rhythm. You started to clench down on him as his pace fastened. His fingers were so long and they were drilling that sweet spot of yours.

You felt the knot build in your stomach as he kept swirling his tongue around your clit and pumping his digits in. You attached your fingers into his hair as you felt your orgasm wash over you. He looked at the mess you made on his fingers and slipped them into his mouth. “You taste good” He says landing a gentle kiss on your forehead. You pant softly as you watch him undress, his body even sexier than you imagined.

He gives his cock a few quick pumps before aligning himself with your entrance. He was just the right size, and so thick. All you wanted to do earlier was get to know him but now you’re sprawled out in his bed about to take his inches. He slowly pushes himself into your sopping wet cunt, hissing at the feeling of you tightening around him. The stretch felt too good, you were for sure you were going to cum right then.

He starts to thrust, grunting as he kept bruising your cervix. “k-kiyoomi” You say through pants and breaths. He was pounding you so good, you felt your body lax. “You’re taking me so well, baby” He says leaning into your ear. Moans and skin slapping filled the large room. You couldn’t even manage to say anything but words along the lines of “omi, please”. He kept going, even harder this time. You cup your hand over your breast and play with your nipple, pinching and rolling your thumb over the bud. You felt a sudden force on the back of your thighs. Sakusa now had you folded like pretzel and he kept thrusting. It hurt but you loved the pain.

His grunts and groans making you feel hot and flustered. He rested your legs over his shoulders as he gripped your waist. His thrusts getting sloppier. You wanted to cum, you were almost there, then he reached down to your clit. He rubbed it in small circles. You felt were so close to releasing. Just a few more thrusts and you creamed all over his cock. He groaned at the feeling. “Please let me fill you up” Sakusa moaned as he was chasing his own high.

You didn’t know what to say, you were already fucked out and too hazed to even think. You nodded. He slowly pounded deep into you as he let his seed coat your insides white. “Cumming” he groaned, balls deep.

You both waited to catch your breaths. He grabbed the baby wipes on the dresser behind him and clean you both up. He was really thorough, as you expected from him. “We should probably shower” He suggests as tucks his cock back into his underwear. He runs the water in the shower. He picks you up bridal style to the front of the shower, where you both undressed and cleansed yourselves.

After the shower, he gives you his MSBY practice shirt and boxers to sleep in. You walk into the bathroom as you watch him do his skincare routine. There were so many steps but it was all so fascinating. He looks at you with a light chuckle. You sit down on the stool in front of the mirror, resting your head in your hands. “You look nice with that on” He compliments. You let your tired eyes get the best of you as you drift off to sleep.

He finishes his nightly tasks then picks you up and brings you to his bed, where you both snuggled until he fell asleep.

side story:

“Ding Dong!” You both jumped up at the startling sound of someone outside. Sakusa puts on his sweatpants and jogs down the stairs, you follow behind. He opens the door, slightly peering through. “Hey, i left my wallet in your car oh-“ Atsumu says as he looks at the both of you. You were standing behind kiyoomi like a frightened dog. “What’s this” atsumu asks. Sakusa hands him the keys to his car, without saying a word. “No wonder you were so protective of her last night, Omi-Kun” Atsumu says as he walks away from the door and walks to Sakusa’s car.

Kiyoomi turns to you with a chuckle.

#sakusa smut #sakusa x reader #sakusa x reader smut #sakusa kiyoomi smut #sakusa oneshot #sakusa fic #haikyuu smut #smut fic #kiyoomi sakusa smut

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ladysyrinx · 3 years ago

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Lucifer's Match ch. 3: Dragon, not Lamb part II

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Chapter 3

Pride and Masks

I turn on my side, grabbing a pillow and burying my face in it to allow myself to cry, my shoulders shaking, hot tears cooling quickly as they soak into the fabric. I hug it because I have nothing else to hold on to. I don’t know how long I lie like that, sobbing, lonely, afraid and confused, before my sobs slow, becoming increasingly infrequent until they are finally gone. I sigh deeply, exhausted but not sleepy.

I look around my room, having a slightly more difficult time putting together what I’m seeing from the weird angle I’m at lying on my side. I’m not certain what I’m looking for. Something to do, I guess. There are the books Satan lent me. I smile slightly looking at them, at how Satan had kindly gathered them for me so I’d have a way to ground myself in this new world. I remember Levi, eagerly talking about obscure but interesting anime with me. I take a steadying breath. It’s not all bad. Right?

I sure hope so. Just then I hear a tap on my door. I freeze for a moment, heart rate picking up. I may be done crying for now, but I know I’m not a pretty crier and it’s gonna be obvious that I was crying to anyone who sees me.

I swallow hard, trying to make sure my voice will come out strong. “Who is it?” I ask politely.

“Lucifer,” replies that deep bass from earlier.

Okay. Worst possible scenario confirmed. Great. Just great. “Did you need something?” I ask.

“I just wanted to have a brief word with you, if you don’t mind,” he says.

“What about?” I ask, beginning to stand and look around my room for a solution to the red eyes and blotchy face issue.

“Just some things to help you get settled. Would you kindly open the door?”

I give the door a skeptical look. As far as I know, Diavolo has yet to curse it. He could get in if he really wanted. It’s only manners that are keeping him from barging in if I don’t cooperate.

“Just a minute,” I say, darting into the bathroom. I sigh when I look in the mirror. It could be worse, for sure, but it isn’t great all the same. I turn on the tap and begin rinsing my face with cool water, hoping it will help. It does a little, but it’s a long ways from normal. Maybe Lucifer won’t notice?

Oh who am I kidding? The man was always known for picking up on the smallest things, and I imagine his sister, who’s been stalking him for millennia, did a decent job characterizing him in the game. Probably. I sigh, drying my face on a hand towel. I’d just bluff my way. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath to center my emotions. I push the raw ones down, pulling out a smooth, practiced calm I’ve spent years cultivating. Yes, I know it’s not the healthiest coping mechanism, but masking sure does work in awkward social situations like this.

I straighten my shoulders and place my facial expression at a calm neutral. Knowing that’s all I can do, I stride over to the door and open it. Lucifer nods a greeting to me. “I apologize I couldn’t come by earlier. I had to finish up some last-minute business related to the exchange program with Diavolo.”

“That’s understandable,” I say.

He examines my face. I keep it steady, not allowing the worry that he might be able to tell I was crying to crack it. Fake it 'til you make it, as they say.

“Diavolo suggested I should make sure you’re holding up alright after the shock of being taken here so abruptly. And that I may have been a little too harsh on you when we first met.”

“Diavolo gives good advice then,” I say, face still neutral. His eyes narrow slightly as he examines my face more closely. I resist the temptation to change my expression. If I don’t give it away, he just might doubt what he sees is what he thinks it is. I hope.

“We attempted to prepare your room for all your needs, but we weren’t certain we got everything with how much humanity has changed in the last few years. Have you had a chance to look around? Is there anything you still need?”

“Thanks, I appreciate it. I haven’t found anything missing that I’ll need right away. Though, as I said in the meeting earlier, there are some things I will need to get from the human world, likely within the next few days. But I should be alright for tonight.” Luckily, I keep a few doses of my medications with me at all times, so I would last a few days before I’d need to go pick up the rest.

He nods slowly. “We have many things here in the Devildom, you may be able to acquire what you need here.”

“I appreciate the suggestion, but I won’t,” I say, tone confident and even.

He tilts his head slightly, narrowing his eyes as if he’s trying to pierce the mask I’ve put up. “You seem awfully certain.” A split second of nerves flit in my stomach before I recenter myself. None of it shows on my face. I’m certain because I can see that Lucifer didn’t get through as he wanted by the way his own face smooths out. He’d have gloated or said something if he’d seen through it. I’m pretty sure.

“I am quite certain. Even if you had a Devildom equivalent, which I highly doubt, I’d feel more comfortable getting what I need in the human realm, where I understand how things work.”

He looks at me again. “And what exactly is it you need to get?” he asks.

“Sorry, but that is none of your business,” I say, giving him a slight, polite smile.

“It’s my job to take care of you while you are here, so it is my business,” he says, eyebrows descending in disapproval.

I smile again. “Just because you are supposed to take care of me doesn’t mean you need to know everything or do everything. This is something I’ve been taking care of for years in the human realm. I think I can handle it just fine myself, so you have no need to worry about it.”

“I think I should be the one to determine that,” Lucifer says, frowning at me.

I smile at him. “Oh? I think I can determine which things I can handle without help, thank you. For instance, I think I’ll be able to handle feeding myself and brushing my teeth and bathing and walking without collaborating with you. Or do you intend to oversee all of those things as well? Should I also inform you when I intend to breathe, or when I need to use the bathroom?”

He frowns further but doesn’t argue. “You really are a smart-mouth, aren’t you?”

I simper slightly. “Only when I’m annoyed. And perhaps when I’m teasing.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Do you really think it wise to tease demons?” he asks.

I shrug. “I typically tease everyone, but if some demons can’t handle it I suppose I can go easy on them,” I say, smirking slightly with a teasing glimmer in my eyes.

His eyelids lower slightly in what I think is a challenge. It makes my heart beat just a bit faster, as if it is intrigued by the idea of pitting my own intellect against his. “If you tease, you must understand that you’ll be teased back?” he says.

“Naturally. I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I say, mock-simpering fully this time. His mouth twitches up in full amusement.

“Well then, so long as you’re prepared for the consequences,” he says. His face straightens out a bit as he moves on to business. “Classes won’t start until Monday. We’ll have the weekend to figure out your requests and help you get organized for RAD. Unless you’re already prepared to handle all of that as well?” His voice has a slight mocking edge that amuses me.

I smile. “I will gladly accept and appreciate your assistance with those things, if it’s not too much trouble.”

He looks a bit amused again, and I’m pretty sure we’re playing the same game. Though I can’t read minds to be certain that he is amused for the reasons I think he is. “Well, breakfast is at nine. If there’s nothing else you need, I’ll be off.”

“Thanks for checking in,” I say, more out of politeness than full sincerity. I have mixed feelings at the moment even though I know he had good intentions. Yes there is a part of me that appreciates the gesture. And the interaction did distract me from my wallowing. But I hate that he caught me shortly after I finished crying. Though, admittedly, he had no way of knowing that before he came to check on me.

I reach for the door to close it when he pauses, looking over his shoulder. “Oh, and Tahlia, one last thing,” he says. I pause, looking at him expectantly, trying to ignore the still-foreign name. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you’ve been crying. I’m the eldest of my brothers, and I’ve been looking after them a long time. It’s my job to keep you alive and make sure this program of Diavolo’s goes well, so if you’re struggling with something, I expect you to speak up and let me know. Understand?” His brilliant ruby and onyx eyes pierce deeper than I would like.

I feel my facial expression flinch slightly as I cringe inside at being caught. I almost immediately curse myself for it even as I slip my mask back into place. I’m not safe here. I need to be more careful to not let my mask slip, to not show any weakness. Especially to Lucifer, who would have the easiest time taking advantage and be most likely to look down on me for it.

“I understand,” I say, looking back at him evenly. But I don’t understand; I can’t quite place his facial expression. Is he actually worried about my well-being, or is he telling me I’m just an assignment from Diavolo? My eyebrows furrow slightly with the thought. As our eye contact holds longer than necessary, I begin to wonder if he doesn’t know what he meant by his words either. Perhaps he is also trying to figure out whether I’m the person he’s beginning to see, or the assignment Diavolo gave him before I even arrived.

He nods at me. “Goodnight.”

I nod back. “Goodnight.” I lean back into my room, shutting the door as I do so. I look at my hand on the doorknob, mind completely elsewhere as I begin to wonder if Lilith really understands her brothers at all.

~End Chapter 3~

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moonlightlullaby · 3 years ago

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no celebrations?

summary: Corpse and reader celebrate his birthday in the most chill way. Based on this lovely request (ty again for sending it!)

pairing: corpse husband x gn! reader

category: fluff

warnings: food ingestion; alcohol ingestion; loads of physical touch (let me know if I forgot to mention anything)

A/N: Hello (: This is such a lovely concept, I just couldn’t wait to get started hehe Also, I got a bit carried away and just went with it, so I’m really sorry if that’s not what you’d pictured. I do hope you enjoy it tho <3 Take care!

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Masterlist

Walking into our shared bedroom, I catch the sight of Corpse exiting the bathroom. As our eyes lock, my lips curl up tiredly and a long sigh I didn’t even know I’ve been holding finally frees itself. He sits on the edge of our bed and extends his hand to me. When I take it, he pulls me so I stand in the space between his legs.

“How was the day?” he asks with both of his hands on my waist.

I hum, quirking a brow and tilting my head a bit “At least tomorrow - you know, the most unspecial, completely ordinary day of the year -” this earns a giggle from my boyfriend “is Sunday and I can just ignore all of that” I wave my hand in the direction of the adjacent room, where my laptop - filled with texts, assignments, spreadsheets and appointed Zoom calls - is.

At my words, Corpse wraps his arms around my figure, pulls my body even closer to him and plants a kiss on my stomach through my shirt. My hands, in turn, caress his upper back and soft hair.

Coming in contact with the string of his eyepatch in the process, I lean back slightly, which causes him to shoot up at me with a small frown and pouty lips. He sits still, though, as I carefully remove his eyepatch, and, while his eyes are still closed, I give each of his lids a peck. He smiles and tilts his head up to meet my lips in a long, tender and effortless kiss. Oh finally.

The idea of quarantining together was welcomed as a blessing by both of us. It meant more time spent together after all. However, with my school and work demands and Corpse’s irregular schedule, we still barely see each other throughout the day in spite of being a few feet apart from one another. And when bedtime rolls in, we’re both so exhausted all we can do is mumble words that could be counted in the fingers of one hand before drifting off. This, of course, when my boyfriend doesn’t stay up until dawn working. Don’t get me wrong, I’m his number 1 fan and admire his passion and all the hard work he puts in everything he sets his mind to, but I’m also not going to lie and say I don’t miss his warmth at night. Hence I want to devote this Sunday to him.

After a while, I break the silence “I’ll be right back.”

I let go of his hold and take my turn to use the bathroom. After doing my night routine, brushing my teeth and getting into my cozy pajamas, I walk back in the dark room and lie down, settling myself back in Corpse’s hug like two puzzle pieces matching together.

~~~~~

The excitement for a new day - not any day, no, but August 8th - washes over me as soon as I open my eyes and get a glimpse of the sleepy boy next to me.

A couple of minutes go by as I contemplate on getting up, torn between prolonging our cuddling for some more and doing something to show Corpse my appreciation for him. The latter wins and I, cautious not to wake him up, slowly unwrap my arms from him and step out of the bed. Drawing the curtains to make sure the summer daylight doesn’t disturb his peaceful state of mind, I make my way out of the room and to the kitchen.

Wondering what to make for breakfast, I take a good look around until my eyes catch the plethora of fruits we’ve bought a few days ago. Fruit salad it is.

Corpse has, for as long as we’ve known each other, made it very clear he isn’t too fond of his anniversary and similar celebrations - and, even if he hadn’t explained it to me, it’s rather evident how uncomfortable they make him. This year, his friends’ and especially his fans’ hype for the date - although unintentionally - has added an extra layer of unease to it all, to which I don’t intend to contribute.

Even though I don’t want to make matters worse and would never overstep his boundaries like this (because, thankfully, I’m not Betty Cooper and he isn’t Jughead Jones), I still want to celebrate Corpse. I want to celebrate his birth and his existence, which I’m immensely grateful for. He’s both the best friend I can confide in blindly and the lover I want to share my lifetime with. He sticks to his truth and dreams higher than I could ever imagine. He turns the darkness in the world and in his mind into light with his words and with his laugh. Having him in my life is one of the best things to ever happen to me and seeing him fly makes me more proud than I can put into words.

There’s a lot to toast to, so the solution is a celebration that is so smooth and so chill - the smoothest and most chill possible - that it doesn’t even feel like one. Just log off and enjoy a laid back day together.

As I chop a kiwi and make a mental list of fun and uncomplicated things we can do that don’t require much time and many skills, in walks Corpse, in an old white tee which is one too many sizes bigger than him and in his black sweatpants. He rubs his eyes and lets a raspy “good morning”.

“Mornin- wow! They really weren’t lying when they said when you hit 24, hotness knocks at your door”

He chuckles and shakes his head “No one’s said that”

“Well, then consider yourself the muse of a new proverb, baby”

He scrunches up his nose in response before grabbing the cup of orange juice I’d placed on the counter and taking a gulp.

“Thank you” he turns my face and gives me an orange-flavoured kiss, neither of us having ever really cared about morning breath.

“For calling you hot? Oh save it to when I’m done with the list of cheesy compliments I have for you” I take a grape and before I can get it in my mouth, he steals it, with wrinkles on the corner of his eyes.

“Then we’d be here for eternity!” he’s not wrong.

Corpse helps me put the fresh fruits in bowls and, with them and our juice cup in hand, we head to the balcony. Sitting next to each other, we calmly eat, take in the light blue sky and the cars and passersby changing the scenery ahead of us. Conversation flows naturally.

As we empty our bowls - after stealing many bits from each other -, I twist in my seat and face him “Hey, Corpse, do you see this?” I point to the very prominent and familiar dark circles under my eyes. “Wanna help me get rid of them?” I ask, knowing damn well it’d take a lifetime for them to actually go away and not giving up regardless.

~~~~~

The bathroom is filled with chatter and laughter and the sink, with hair clips, scrunchies, a sharpie, bowls, hair products and a towel. Corpse hisses as our cool homemade face mask comes in contact with his skin. His curly hair is pushed back and held by a blue hairband and I apply the mask to his face, making sure not to leave any spots uncovered. Well, that’s what I’m trying to do, which becomes an unnecessarily challenging task when my lovely partner can’t be still for more than two seconds.

He kept switching between dancing to Soulmate, by Mac Miller, and mouthing its lyrics. Now that I got him - after a small threat that I wouldn’t hesitate putting this weird mix we made in his pretty mouth - to keep his lips together, the (adorable, admittedly) swaying, however, continues. He stops momentarily, only to shuffle things around right after.

Something cold touches my skin, making it my turn to let out a hiss this time. The sound is accompanied by a small jump, caused by the surprise. Corpse chuckles and, when I glance at the spot on my arm the cold thing came in contact with, I realize it’s just the sharpie. All he does is give me a mischievous smile.

While I keep massaging his face and covering it with the mask, Corpse litters my body with his drawings. Smiley faces, lightning bolts, hearts, clouds... his repertoire is vast and any exposed skin he can find becomes his canvas. Each line causing me to giggle and shudder a little. With him focused on his creations, it’s 10 times easier for me to complete my task.

“Alright, my turn” he states, smiling, and I’m quick to grab the sharpie.

As he adjusts a matching hairband on my head, I put a dainty heart on his neck. And, as he takes the bowl in his hands, I swiftly plant a kiss on top of the drawing. At this, he sighs in content and my chest gets warmer.

I soon understand how hard it was for him to stay still as Stay comes on and all I want to do is have a little karaoke session and dance. Corpse entertains himself with my struggle and, because it’s his birthday, I’ll let it slide. So, to make the whole process easier, instead of focusing on the song, I focus on the gorgeous face in front of me. A beautiful face to a beautiful soul.

One of the various perks of sharing an apartment with Corpse is I get to see this face in all ways: sleepy, completely clean - no makeup, no mask -, all wrinkled in the morning, red when he’s embarrassed or when he laughs too hard… His laughter. Its sound pulls me from my trance “You’re staring, y/n”

“Well, at least I wasn’t moving around, Corpse” I reply with squinted eyes and nudge his side playfully.

We begin collecting the things scattered across the sink and storing them in the cabinet, and the song comes to an end, giving way to Dang!

“How long do we keep these on?”

I hum at the question and check the playlist on shuffle on my phone “How does 5 minutes and 2 seconds sound?”

Facing him, his grin mirrors mine and he spins me around. We laugh and allow ourselves to be as goofy as possible, jamming and moving our limbs around with a green paste on our faces.

~~~~~

After washing off the masks in the shower and painting our nails - so we’re both rocking the black nail polish look -, we’ve set our minds to - finally - finish the puzzle we started two months ago. It’s a 90’s anime setting inspired composition and we’d gotten about 40% of it done before our schedules got more hectic and the game, well, pushed aside. For weeks, the pieces sat on the ground of our living room and silently judged us every time either of us stepped to the side, as we crossed the room, in order not to crush them.

Sitting around the puzzle with comfy clothes, we team up against it and indulge in the wine Corpse’s got us and the hawaiian pizza I’ve ordered.

As the picture comes more and more to life, moments of comfortable silence and of chattery - when we talk about anything from our shopping list and gossip about our neighbours’ lives to parallel universes and the matrix - follow one another. A different playlist on shuffle is our background noise.

Time flies and the sun’s already hidden when it clicks to us that there are only 5 pieces left. Each piece is fitted in the whole with a giddier feeling than the previous. Corpse picks the last one - deep blue with purple and black specks - and turns to me with an excited smile and an eager gaze that I’m sure are mirrored on my face. I nod encouragingly. He places it in the puzzle and celebratory sounds fill the room.

Corpse stretches his arms and pulls me in a hug, but, since we’re both kneeling and because of the distance between us, we end up falling and lying on the ground in rather uncomfortable positions.

“Come on, puzzle, that was easy breezy! Gotta step up your game if you really wanna challenge this duo right here!”

“Oh for sure!” Corpse squeaks as we laugh at our nonsensical brag.

After a moment while we catch our breath, he rubs my back and speaks, pulling my attention to him “Not that I’m not loving this position, but what if we watched some Drag Race?”

Is this man real? If I couldn’t feel his heart beating under me or his arms around my figure, I’d be sure he’s just a figment of my imagination. “But it’s your b- don’t you wanna choose something you like more? Li-”

“Nope,” he boops my nose “Drag Race, or maybe Love Island, would be great right now.” And people still dare say the perfect man doesn’t exist!

“You’re such a dream!” I give him a quick peck before continuing “Ok, so I put on the show and you get more wine…?” He hums in approval and stands up. Our eyes briefly jump from each other to the puzzle and back to each other, then we simply nod. A silent agreement to leave the puzzle here. We’re both too lazy to put all the pieces back in the box and too proud of our achievement to let it go just yet; besides, everything’s been sitting here for about two months, what are a few more hours?

He steps to the side, gets our glasses and makes his way to the kitchen. I lie on the couch and scan Netflix for Drag Race. Corpse comes back, placing the glasses next to the couch, and gently lies down on top of me. He nests his head on my chest and we both hum contently.

While RuPaul announces what the winner’s prize will be, I play with his hair, letting my fingers knead his curls. His right hand flies up to meet mine and I bring our intertwined hands to my lips, peppering his knuckles with kisses. The gesture is cut by a loud laugh that escapes my lips as miss Vanjie Mateo’s iconic moment replays on the screen.

“Hey,” Corpse’s voice makes me look right back at him “I love you. You know that, right?”

My heart melts at his words and at the way he’s looking at me right now. I nod with a smile.

“I love you too, birthday boy.”

#corpse husband imagine #corpse imagine #corpse x y/n

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haikyuuuuuhypeeeee · 3 years ago

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September Scribbles - Thursday, September 2nd

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Featuring: Kuroo Tetsurou (1.7k wc)

Prompt: Person A is feeling down and Person B does not like to see them this way, so they start to bring them food, a nice cup of tea and their favourite blanket. (Prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting)

WARNING: self-deprecating thoughts, swearing

It was raining when you opened your eyes.

Normally, you loved waking up to rain - the gentle tap tap tap of rain drops against the window, the sky a beautiful canvas of monochromatic clouds, and an extra chill in the air would encourage you to burrow further into your bed.

But not this morning.

Because when you woke this morning, the outside was just a mere fraction of the storm raging within you. Relentless downpour and whipping wind pelted your inner-conscious, creating an incomprehensible cacophony of sound. But instead of running from this metaphorical storm, you just laid there. Anything you did to calm the storm wouldn’t work, so why try?

A hand on your shoulder just barely brings you from your thoughts. You turn to see Kuroo Tetsuro give you a lazy smile.

“Good morning, sleepy head.” He says gently. Your boyfriend’s voice is low and quiet and his bedhead wild, indicating that he hasn’t been awake for long. Part of you wants to call him out for the nickname he gave you (clearly not looking in a mirror) but even the idea of playful banter sounds exhausting to you.

You give him a smile instead. “G’morning.” Your sleep-addled voice covers the bleakness in your voice and you silently chastise yourself for the slip.

You feel even worse when Kuroo’s smile slips and he gives you a calculating look. “Are you alright?”

Shit, don’t make him worry.

“Of course.” You hope the smile you put on looks more authentic than it feels. “I’ve just got some work to finish up today.”

Kuroo frowns. “But it’s Saturday.”

That makes you genuinely laughs out loud. “The life of an artist doesn’t conform to the 9-5. I need to finish some panels or else my editor is gonna have my head.” You sit up and (hopefully) give another smile. “I think I can finish them this morning though, so we can hang out after.”

Your boyfriend does not look wholly convinced, and he still gives you a look. “Okay, but please try to take it easy. You look exhausted.”

“Wow babe, glad to know you think I look ugly.”

“Hey,” Kuroo replies indignantly. He flops back down on the bed and wraps his arms around you and pulls you towards him. “I said exhausted. You are a babe.”

“Alright, alright.” You wriggle, trying to escape but all you’re capable of is rolling around in his arms.

“I mean it.” Kuroo’s quiet voice makes you still, and you look up to his face. He brings a hand to your cheek. “You’re the most beautiful person in the world.”

Fighting off the blush you lean into his hand. The gentle gesture settles the noise in your head, grounding you in this moment. Kuroo has always been able to pull you from the dark depths of your mind and bring you back, from just his presence alone. His sarcastic and smarmy behavior masks a gentle, kind man, and you’re forever grateful for his patience.

“I’ll be good.” You say. “I promise.”

~~~

Kuroo knows you’re not taking it easy. Even after your promise. (Which he doesn’t blame you for breaking it at all.”

You’re dedicated and always strive for perfection, so you’re gonna get your work done and make sure it looks good. You’ve put too much time and effort to get where you are now, and you’d be damned if you threw it all away.

Kuroo knows this, and it’s a big reason why he loves you. Because he too is a hard worker. Like recognizes like - just as he recognizes you for your hard work, you in turn praise him for his accomplishments and accolades. You let him talk and talk about work and the business world, your focus solely on Kuroo.

It’s different from when Kuroo tries to explain anything to his friends (Bokuto’s eyes glaze over the second Kuroo starts to speak and Kenma just straight up ignores him.)

But you listen, no judgement or boredom found on your face. You make Kuroo feel validated, way more than the actual work he completes, giving him praise upon praise for all that he’s done. Even if it’s something small, you still make sure to let Kuroo know how proud you are and how amazing he is.

You’re his biggest cheerleader. His number one fan.

But it breaks his heart knowing that you just can’t do the same for yourself.

He questioned it. He asked you, unable to quell his curiosity. He was careful with his phrasing, because he never blamed you for it. Kuroo knew that the human brain and body will behave in ways that may never be explained. He just wanted to know what you really thought and believed, but more so he wanted to help.

“Honestly, I can’t even explain it.” You had said. Kuroo vividly remembers the droop in your demeanor when trying to explain. “Sometimes I just can’t fucking do it. Nothing will work the way I want it to, and it’s frustrating because I know I can fucking draw but my brain just tells me that it’s all shit.”

It kills Kuroo, hearing you talk so down about yourself. Because in his opinion, everything you draw and write is phenomenal. But he also knows that your work is a byproduct of your harrowing drive for perfection. The long sleepless nights, the skipped meals, the growing hatred you would feel towards yourself - when put together it would concoct some of the most gripping, jaw-dropping and moving pieces Kuroo’s ever witnessed.

He desperately wishes you could see what he sees when he sees your art, and feel what he feels when he reads your words. Because maybe then you wouldn’t feel the need to nearly kill yourself to produce what you deem “garbage but passable.”

(Those were actual words Kuroo heard you utter over a scene you wrote that nearly made him cry.)

But while he does gently push you to talk to a professional (which you do, when the stress of work gets too much for you to handle) Kuroo also appointed himself as your caretaker. A few meals here, some tea there. Gentle pats on the head, funny jokes to get you out of your stupor - he provided it all.

And he’d see the gratefulness reflected in your eyes when he brings a fresh cup of tea, and he’ll notice the tension released from your shoulders after he tells a particularly corny joke. And those little gestures, the visible proof that Kuroo is helping you, means the world to him.

And it’s his mission today - he reckons he should start with a hot cup of jasmine tea. Given the crumped papers littered on your desk and the number of exasperated sighs he’s heard, it’s time to move into action.

“Tea?” Kuroo asks gently, setting the mug (your favorite) on your desk. He’s careful to avoid any of the papers strewn across, including the crumpled up ones.

“Thanks,” you mutter. You’re hunched over you pad, pen discarded and your head in your hands. As Kuroo straightens back up he lets his hand settle on your shoulder and gives it a tight squeeze.

“Do you need anything else?”

You shake your head, still cradled. “No, I gotta get this done.”

Kuroo frowns at your tone - it’s downtrodden and full of self-loathing. He’s gonna have to step it up.

“I’m about to make some lunch, do you want some?”

You turn up to look at him, eyes wide. “Wait, it’s already lunch time?!”

“Uh, yes?”

You groan and let your head fall. “No, I wanted to be done by now but I couldn’t get the shading right because I fucking suck and -“

“Hey, hey none of that.” Kuroo says gently. He’s sure not to chastise and make you feel bad for your intrusive thoughts but he wants to keep you from spiraling. “I think it’s best you take a little break. We can have some lunch and take a breather.”

You sigh, looking back down at your work. Kuroo knows you’re waging the internal battle of giving in to him or pushing forward. The silence stretches on, far longer than what Kuroo wants and he starts to worry before you sigh and lean back.

“Okay.”

Kuroo can’t feel any satisfaction in your response, as he can hear the defeat in your tone. As if you taking a short break is admitting defeat, therefore making you weak.

He wants to banish those thoughts away, but he knows it’s not that simple. But he can comfort you now.

“C’mon, I ordered takeout - your favorite.”

You stand, leaning into his side. “I thought you said you were going to make lunch?”

“Well I can’t take credit for creating the technology to order food but this is the next best thing.” Kuroo gives you a smirk when you shake your head. He grabs your tea from the desk before bringing you over to the couch. He lets you get settled before handing you your tea. He doesn’t miss the look of bliss that flashes across your face as you relax, and he smiles back at you when he grabs your favorite blanket to bundle you up.

“This is a bit much, isn’t it Tetsuro?” You ask quietly. He sits next to you on the couch, immediately leaning into your side.

“Not in the slightest.” He answers, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “Anything for you.”

You scoff quietly. Kuroo brings his arm around your shoulder and leans his head against yours.

“I mean it,” he says gently. “I’ll do whatever I need to do to make you happy.”

He hears you swallow and sees your hand clench your mug tight. “And if I can never be happy?”

The quiet fear in your voice clenches his heart but he digs down deep inside to pull out the love reserved only for you. The unexplainable, unconditional love that he’ll give and give until the day he dies.

He squeezes you tighter, praying that his love and adoration for you will transfer via osmosis. “You being you, any day and every day, is more than I could ever ask for.”

The tiny smile you give back, paired with the light blush on your cheek, solidifying the truth in Kuroo’s words. That he will do anything he can to make you smile like that, and he wouldn’t ask you to be anything but yourself.

END

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