#I really mean when I listen to that song while I lay down in bed I do fucking CONTORTIONS

[plainsviemenace]

It was one thing about Max that few understood. Wrestlers had been known to do drugs, drink, get crazy in bars after shows but not Max. Max loved wrestling but after he had been content to workout, watch tv, go to a five star restaurant and then back to his room to sleep before flying home where he would spend time with his family and his cat. Not that much had changed other than his globetrotting to support his girlfriend while she was working or staying in to cook for her instead of opting to go out and eat. He liked cooking for her and letting her help if she wanted, if not them they would talk, laugh and just enjoy being together while he cooked. This was their time now and he didn't have to share her with the world for a months, so they were taking advantage of every minute. He didn't stop her from writing or working on songs, no he sat and listened in awe of her. She was able to go see him at work and they had date nights, now they were man and wife and headed off to vacation after he finished work Wednesday. "I don't, I'm very in the present and aware of everything going on. I'm glad you're able to find out new things about yourself and also enjoy some of my kinks at the same time." He cocked his head sideways briefly." Yeah? I noticed you were really into that when you wanted a second go at it." He smiled as he teased her playfully. "You don't have to try to hard to talk me into things. I'm obsessed with you, just a look or a smile works but blow jobs and sex help too." Again he was teasing but he knew she knew that. "I enjoyed tonight for the most part." He didn't have to say the part that he didn't like. The fact some creep had touched her pissed him off. He was supposed to protect her. Cheek or not, that idiot had touched her. "Whenever you want to do it, we will." Smiling he nodded. "That's one thing I love about you. You always think of others even when you have so much going on." He had seen first hand how grueling tours were. The travel, the practice, everything having to work precise to make it go flawless, sometimes there were hiccups but he was in awe of how she was able to seamlessly handle things. She was truly a seasoned professional and a smart business woman. Tours weren't all sunshine and roses and she had to make sure to sleep, take care of her voice and her body which was one reason he had started giving her massages especially for her feet and legs. She used them every night just like she did her voice. He watched her use every trick from steam, tea, and the latest technology to keep her voice strong every night. Even when she got sick, she still put on a great show and no one would have known if she didn't say she was sick. He had so much respect and admiration for what she did night after night but was glad she was getting a break. "That means a lot to me and I'm sure to your friend and family." It was easy to love her when she was so kind and loving to everyone and such a family person.

It wasn't easy to control himself but he had to because the night was too special to just let it turn into sex right now after their ceremony. He placed kisses all along her back as he unzipped her dress, just enjoying the feel and taste of her skin. Kissing her neck, marking her as his and licking over the mark. He swallowed as he thought back to their conversation and bit his lower lip. His eyes looked on her naked form and he licked his lips at the sight. She was so beautiful and she was his, all his. "I want to consummate our marriage too. I've wanted you since we got married." He returned her kiss as he wrapped his arm around her waist. He was lost in the most, just kissing her and running his hands up and down her sides. Stepping back finally breaking the kiss he pulled his briefs off, letting his hard cock spring out. He locked lips with her again, and began to rub her clit. "Should move to the bed." He said between kisses and then lifted her in his arms easily, kissing her again before laying her down onto the bed. "Touch yourself for daddy." He crooned as he stroked his cock, again making her wait for it. He had never watched her pleasure herself and tonight he didn't want to miss anything. "Look how hard you make me babydoll."

"You don't get high, or drunk. So I don't have to worry about your mind being clouded if I try new things with you. Everything we have done has pulled out new kinks I didn't have. Knives, public sex," she paused for a moment. "I think we should do that one again on the dance floor before the end of the weekend. Or whenever I'm able to get you to go out drinking again. I think that's my new favorite kink." She smirked. Sure, it didn't end how they problably wanted with the asshole being around. But at least now she knew to drag Max with her to the bathroom if they ever went out together. He could stand outside and keep guard of the creeps if needed. Her own personal bodyguard and she loved it. Sabrina nodded, "of course I have. I always make time for those that I care about or love. Whether it's a friend or partner." She always did her best to keep a line of communication with the people she cared about open. Those relationships were important to her.

The anticipation was killing her. She wanted him in the car, and then it only grew in the elevator. Now that they were in their room, she watched as he stripped down to his briefs. She bit her bottom lip as she started taking her heels off. She stood up from the bed and then turned so Max could help unzip her dress. Sure, she could totally unzip it herself. But she craved the intimacy that came with him undressing her. The small brushes of his hands against her skin, his lips on her neck. It all sent chills down her spine. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, a smirk curling along her features. She loved that he still asked, even though she thought it was obvious where her own mind was. "I want my husband to make love to me. I want to consummate our marriage." She turned around to face him, her arms going around his neck as she leaned up and kissed him.

[algrenion]

why the hell is Chappell Roan only just getting recognition when ‘Casual’ is such an absolutely spine twisting work of art

[telephoniii]

WHY WOULD A FELLOW WANT A GIRL LIKE HER?

☆彡 in which malleus and leona fight for your affections

leona kingscholar x gn!reader & malleus draconia x gn!reader

word counter: 4K

warnings: reader is prefect, cursing, love triangle, possible ooc

a/n: based off of the song “stepsister’s lament” from cinderella the musical— hence the title. one of my favorite works!! I had fun writing this!! both mal and leona are capital p PETTY and I'm living for it. i hope you enjoy :>

No matter how much he claims he doesn't care, Leona finds himself hissing at the sight of you and Malleus together. He wants to deny it so badly— but deep down he knows. 

He knows as he glares at you, sitting on a bench beside the fae, giggling and having a jolly old time. He’s well aware of what he’s feeling as he scoffs, telling the greedy hyena beside him that he’s returning to the dorm.

And he’s fully conscious as he lays in bed, staring at the ceiling; unable to get the image of you and that spiny horned reptile out of his head. 

He’s jealous. Envious. And any damn variation of the sort.

Out of all the people you could choose to spend your time with, you pick that slimy lizard?! 

Your taste is questionable—who’s he kidding? Absolutely awful. Really, going for the guy who doesn’t age? Ever think about how awkward it’s going to be when you’re getting hip pains and he still looks like a teenager? Hell, he’s not one for settling down but wouldn’t you at least want someone with the capacity of growing old together?!

What does that scaley little scumbag do for you anyway?

Sure, Malleus does gift you little trinkets you’ve mentioned in passing. Leona isn’t blind; he can see the way you light up at these gifts. He distinctly remembers seeing a dorky gargoyle keychain on your bag. It stank of that fae freak. 

Yet you seemed to adore the tiny statue, so much so that you went on a small rant about the history. To Leona’s surprise, he listened to every single word you had to say about it. Gargoyles are always way more interesting when it’s you talking about it. 

Though, everything involving you is more interesting nowadays… He had to resist the urge to sand that stupid little toy right then and there.

And he’s well aware of the ‘secret’ walks the two of you have at unholy times of the night, talking about whatever that overgrown lizard is interested in. The way you speak of it like nobody knows is irritating. Only an idiot wouldn’t pick up on it. 

Too bad NRC is full of idiots.

It’s not like it matters too much anyway. He doubts Malleus has the charisma to charm you. The guy isn’t invited to a whole lot of events for a reason. While Leona knows he can come off as a prick, he’s still a prince nonetheless. He was taught how to flatter and flirt— he remembers being surrounded by a bunch of bootlickers as a cub. 

He isn’t intimidated by Malleus’s magic all too much either. Although he’s more than sure you wouldn’t fall for a person solely based on their strength, Leona believes he could take on Malleus. The lizard is painfully predictable after all. 

Not to mention most of his ‘shows of power’ are akin to temper tantrums. If dueling wasn’t banned, that pathetic excuse of a dragon would be dragged in the mud by him.

Everything Malleus does for you, he could do better. He’s sure of it. 

Beneath the surface, is he scared of coming second place to yet another person? Terrified that he’ll always be the second-best choice? That all the time spent with you would never be more than that? Maybe. 

But those night terrors are lessened when he sees you approach— knowing he was the sole reason you were there. 

Leona feels his heart race as you sit beside him, casually talking about your day and whatever hijinks you got into. He worries you might hear just how fast it beats for you when you nap with him, laying your head on his chest. 

As he hears you mumble his name in your sleep, he feels reassured that he’s your one. 

I mean— why would someone as great as you ever want a flimsy, little lizard? Especially when he’s right here, ready to be your pillow in hard and happy times. 

~

A green thunderbolt struck through the sky. Coincidentally, you happened to be napping on Leona outside when this happened— shaking the both of you awake.

Did Malleus do this on purpose?… Of course not. He’s not immature enough to do that, unlike a certain lion he knows.

It’s not his fault that you two were cuddling outside when he was ‘testing’ out something with his thunder.

That doesn’t mean he was any less satisfied watching you get up and walk back to your dorm, leaving that mangy cat by himself.

He never understood what value you gained from hanging around someone as…unusual as Kingscholar. A ‘prince’ who lays around, sleeping the day away? What a joke! Wouldn’t you rather have a prince— better yet a ruler— who’s proactive in his kingdom?

That flappy street cat is better suited to accompany Grim rather than yourself. 

He doubts Kingscholar would hold open the door for you like he does! 

Malleus has heard it’s a human custom to do so; ever since then, he’s now perfected the art of swiftly rushing over to a door and slamming it open for you. It delights him when you giggle at his antics. He bets that idiotic lion would never be able to do that— Kingscholar barely moves anyway. It’s like he’s glued to that bed of his.

Kingscholar seems as though he’d let the door slam in your face. That alone just shows how superior Malleus is to him. 

Although, Kingscholar’s words of advice indeed seemed to matter to you quite a lot. Every time you had attracted chaos, you commonly turned to the lazy loaf and asked for his perspective. And each time, without fail, Mal had watched you take the prince’s suggestion in stride and use it.

It pains him to admit it, sometimes Kingscholar can be rather clever. Malleus is somewhat glad that said lion uses his intelligence to keep you safe.

He doesn’t know what, but something about Kingscholar’s mere existence seems to relax you. Malleus has seen you look at ease in a way he’s never witnessed before when you simply just lay beside the other student. He watches with envy as Kingscholar’s tail protectively wraps around your thigh. 

As long as you’re safe… Malleus supposes he can bear through you hanging out with the lion.

That won’t stop him from interrupting the two of you whenever he feels the time is right. Sudden bolts of thunder, random objects falling from the sky and hitting Kingscholar on the head, out-of-the-blue power outages…

It’s all fair play to him. You still get to hang out with that lazy excuse of a prince anyway.

It doesn’t matter too much to him— at least that’s what he tells himself. It’s not as though you’d leave him to hang out with Kingscholar; no, you’d never. 

You’ll stay, won’t you?

He’s sure of it as you walk beside him in the dead of night. Nobody else knows, nor do they need to as you two stroll along the campus. Seeing your enthusiastic smile next to him as you talk about your dreams fills him with unexplainable joy. Malleus fights the urge to hold your hand, interlocking your fingers with his.

You seemed to have read his mind— you always do understand him like no other— as you glanced down at your hands. A small giggle leaves your lips before you inch your hand closer to his.

“Can we…?” You hum with hopeful and amused eyes.

Wordlessly, Malleus indulges now with your consent. The warmth of your hand compared to the polarizing coldness of his made him feel dizzy. In a good way. 

You’ll never leave him. At least not when you're hand in hand together like this.

~

“Man I’m starving— Hurry it up, henchman!” A familiar, squeaky voice demanded as Grim pushed on your shoulder. 

“Patience, patience. This is very important. It can determine my mood for the rest of the day.” You murmured, standing strong despite Grim’s efforts. Narrowing your eyes, you stared at the different lunch options. 

What were you going to eat today?

“Prefect has a point. Your nutrition affects the way you function.” Jack shrugs behind Grim, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“You say that like they’re going to eat something healthy.” Ace yawns, stretching out his arm and lightly hitting Deuce. “Hurry it up, Prefect! Clock’s ticking!”

“Fine! Fine!” Quickly, you grabbed the same thing you’ve gotten for the past week. A series of groans emerged from behind you.

“All that time just to get that?” Ace crossed his arms, giving you an unamused look. 

“Okay, I’ll get something else then—“

“—Nononononono!” Practically everyone behind you yelled in a panic.

“Just go sit down ‘n secure us a table already!” Epel huffs, to which you happily comply.

You scout out the area, looking for a free table to sit at. Geez, was the cafeteria always this packed?

A sigh of relief escapes your lips as you spot a familiar, robotic Shroud waving to you from a table.

“Prefect!” Ortho chirps, his voice synthesizer going a pitch up. Just as you were about to walk over, you felt your blazer being pulled on from the back. Suddenly, you were yanked away.

“Ay! Watch it—!” You grab the hand that was pulling on you, turning around to come face to face with a smug Ruggie.

“Leona’s callin’ you.”

You rolled your eyes.

“He didn’t want to send a text or call? He just had to send a goon to come and get me?” 

Ruggie nodded with a cheeky grin.

“Yep.”

Groaning, you turn towards Ortho and wave him goodbye, signaling that you are going to leave. “Lead the way, hyena.”

And with that, you found yourself walking through the hallways on your way to Savanaclaw. You hope Ortho told the others about you leaving. It kinda slipped your mind to tell them.

You snapped out of your thoughts as you heard munching coming from Ruggie— “Wait, that's my lunch you’re eating! How’d you even…!? When did you…?!”

It also slipped your mind that Ruggie is both a great thief and greedy when it comes to food.

“Shishishishi… you left yourself open, Prefect! I’m sure Leona will get you something else to eat. He always does.”

“Always is a stretch.” You grumble, watching Ruggie eat your food. “Is it?” You didn’t want to ponder his question. 

Instead, you turn your gaze ahead of you and focus on walking… At least that’s what you would be doing if you didn’t walk face-first into somebody. 

“Gah! I’m so sorry—“ “Child of man.” 

Only one person used that nickname for you. Looking up, you were met with Malleus’s amused smile. 

“Impeccable timing,” The fae seemed happy to see you. You could see his fangs the way he was smiling. Ruggie was unsettled but thankful that Malleus was ignoring his presence. “Would you accompany me for lunch? Lilia, Sebek, and Silver will be there too, of course.” 

You were about to accept right away before you felt a light hit to your side. Ruggie sneakily elbowed you. Before you could curse at him, he gave you a look and— Oh, right. You were going with him to spend lunch with Leona already. A small frown made its way on your lips as you turned back to Malleus.

Great sevens, it was hard to turn him down. Especially when he was all cheery like this. 

Fortunately— or unfortunately, you didn’t have to. A roaring voice from behind you did it for you.

“Herbivore’s coming with me. They agreed to it already.” Leona huffed, a scowl clear on his face as he approached. Ruggie seemed surprised.

“Leona?! What’re you—“ “Did they now? I didn’t exactly hear them say no to my proposal though.” Malleus interrupted Ruggie, whose ears went flat against his head. 

“They don’t need to. They’ve already got plans.” The lion growled, narrowing his eyes at the other third year. 

Malleus stepped forward, the fae’s irritation growing. “Why do you insist on speaking for them so vigorously? My dear child of man, don’t let him dictate your choices—“

“I’m not doing shit. Just stating what they already agreed to.” Leona also stepped forward, refusing to back down. 

You were starting to get worried and turned your head to murmur something to Ruggie. Except Ruggie wasn’t there. The hyena snuck off already. Bastard. A voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Well, Prefect? Who would you rather accompany? Kingscholar— who’ll likely laze around the whole lunch— or I?”

“Damn lizard…” Leona grumbled under his breath before shaking his head and facing you. “Well? The choice is yours. I wouldn’t force you to do anything.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, your gaze flickering between the two. “Well… I—“

Before you could finish, you were interrupted by a loud ring.

The lunch bell had rung. It was time to head back to class.

~

“Are you doing okay?” You ask, shifting closer to Leona. He lets out a small grunt in response, his eyes closed as he sprawled out in his usual spot inside the Botanical Garden. 

For as tough as Leona was, he was unusually soft when tired. He carried this relaxing air around him. That no matter what happens, you’ll be okay with him around. The thought makes you smile as you tilt your head at him.

He was also kinda cute when he laid there like that—

“Quit staring.”

Leona abruptly huffed out. Blinking in surprise, you soon realize that one of his eyes was cracked open. A tiny blush finds its way on your cheeks while he stutters out an apology. The lion’s lips soon form a smug grin.

“You were looking at me pretty attentively, herbivore…” His words are slow and agonizing. Leona’s tail swishes up and down as he leans in closer. Your eyes widen as he comes mere inches away from your face; from your lips.

“…Got something you want to tell me?” You feel your breath hitched at the sudden, feather-light touch of Leona’s hand against yours. Just as you were about to respond—

“Roi du Lions!” 

The romantic atmosphere Leona so carefully built went down the drain, along with his motivation. A groan left his lips.

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to interrupt.” Trey soon appears behind Rook, an apologetic expression on his face. You shake your head, standing up. 

“You’re good! What’re you two up to?” 

Leona had an annoyed look on his face as you engaged with the other students. He tried to ignore and drown out everyone’s voices. At least he was, till Rook caught his attention.

“During an exploration for new ingredients that we could bring to our club, Roi de Dragons made a magical appearance.“ You raised a brow while Leona’s ear flicked.

Trey let out a small chuckle at Rook’s dramatic storytelling.

“Malleus just asked us to find something for him in the Botanical Garden.” 

Leona’s scowl deepened. That damn lizard.

“Maybe we could help! What’re you looking for?” You offered.

Trey soon fiddled with his pocket, searching for something. Shortly after, he pulls out a piece of paper. “A… toy? It looks like this. Malleus said he last had it here.”

You made an “O” shape with your mouth. “His virtual pet! Gao-Gao!” Trey lets you hold the paper, letting you get a closer look at the drawing that resembled Malleus’s Tamogachi. 

“I know what it looks like, I’ve got no idea where he could’ve left it though…” Soon enough, you, Trey, and Rook are scouring the Botanical Gardens for this little toy. Leona finds this stupid. 

Slightly bitter about his ruined moment, he lays back down to take a nap.

That’s when his ear flinched after hitting something hard. Turning around with a displeased look, Leona’s eyes narrowed.

There, in his favorite sleeping spot was Malleus’s dumb toy —which wasn’t there literally minutes ago might he add. Picking it up, Leona contemplated crushing the small electronic. However, as he held it, the lion was quick to notice a bit of ink getting on his fingers. 

He turned the Tamogachi around. Written on the back with a blue pen was “Kingscholar :)”

Oh, that fucking Draconia did this on purpose.

~

Sitting up from your bed, you rub your eyes. With an annoyed groan, you get up and go to the door— trying not to wake Grim in the process. You could feel the ghost watching with curiosity. Not that you blamed them. Hell, you were curious too!

Who was knocking at 2 in the morning!?

The sun wasn’t even up. Ramshackle probably looked horrid, inside and outside, at this time.

You weren’t looking too great either: bags beneath your eyes, saggy pajamas, slouched posture… Vil would die on the spot if he saw you. Internally, you prayed it was anybody but him. And thank the Sevens that your prayer was answered.

You titled your head in confusion at the one in front of you.

“Malleus?” He smiled back at you. As though his appearance on your doorstep at the crack ass of dawn was the most normal thing ever.

“Greetings.”

You shook your head, still waking up and trying to make sense of the situation. “Do… Do you need something?”

Now he looked confused. Which only heightened your confusion.  The fae furrowed his brows. “Did you not want to talk, child of man?” 

“I like talking with you! Just, preferably not this early in the morning— Look, why are you here? Did you just want to hang out, Tsunotarou?” You tried being as polite as possible, but damn you were tired. 

Malleus looked just as lost as you.

“…Perhaps you’ve forgotten about the letter you sent me?” You look to the side, slightly scrunching your nose as you try to remember what ‘letter’ he was referring to. 

“Uhh— When did I send this letter?” You give him an apologetic smile. It wasn’t too far-fetched; the idea of you giving him an invitation to Ramshackle. 

However, you feel as though you would’ve remembered if you had actually done it. And you would’ve hoped that past you would be smart enough to set your invitation time to anytime BUT 2 AM. 

“I recall receiving this letter yesterday, in the library,” Malleus explained, his hand reaching into his pocket to find said paper. “You slipped it to me when you walked by—“

The fae grabbed his invitation, only for him to be met with sand that trickled down his hand.

“—with Kingscholar…” He fell silent as he stared at the tiny particles in his hand. You seemed to catch on quickly, giving him a sympathetic look as your eyes flickered between the sand and him.

“Tsunotarou, did you see me give you this letter?” 

The way he averted his eyes to the side, his pale cheeks faintly turning pink from embarrassment, already gave you the answer you needed. It’d be cute if not for the circumstances. As expected, Malleus shook his head.

“My apologies… I assumed it was you since I had acquired it right after you had waved at me and it was an invitation to Ramshackle.”

You let out a small chuckle before brushing off the sand that still dirtied his hand. “Don’t sweat it. It’s not your fault that Leona is… well Leona and he does stuff like this.” Offering Malleus a smile, your hand soon intertwined with his. The blush on his cheeks subtly brightened.

“Well, you did come all this way just to hang out. It’d be a shame to turn you away now. Here, come.” You kick the door to open it wider and pull the fae inside Ramshackle. Leading him to the couch, you could gauge that Malleus was amused by your antics. Practically dragging one of the top mages in the world by the arm into your dorm…

“Let me just freshen up first! Wait here— I’ll be right back. Then we could watch some movies or whatever.” You shrugged with a grin before running upstairs to wash up. Malleus gave you a polite and happy wave as you exited.

Once you left, he let out a sigh and leaned back on the couch. His hands balled into fists as he felt more sand pooling in his pockets. A green bolt of lightning struck from the sky.

That measly fucking lion.

~

You let out an aggravated sigh. Did they not think you realized what both of them were doing to each other? Between the Tamagotchi incident and the whole letter debacle a few nights ago, they were being so obvious.

Jeez, you get that they had a rivalry going on and whatnot, but why did they have to involve you? Fed up and rambling, you look to your side at Grim to get his thoughts on the matter. He sat next to you in the kitchen, munching away on a can of tuna.

“They’re getting really annoying! Stealing my henchmen’s time like that…” A chuckle left your lips at Grim’s bitterness, causing you to pet him on the head. 

“Mhm. I just want them to quit it— at least around me. I’m good friends with both and care a lot about them… Also, don’t talk with a mouthful.” You lightheartedly huff, getting up from your seat to grab Grim another can of tuna as he was beginning to finish his first. He usually ate two to three cans before bedtime.

“Why don’t ya just tell 'em?” The cat curiously asked with a tilt of the head, staring at you. You let out a snort. “Yeah, just tell two extremely powerful mages with an intense hatred for one another to stop. Like that’ll work.”

Grim let out an annoyed groan at your sarcasm. You opened a new can of tuna and slid it to him. His frown quickly disappeared as he began to dig in.

“Eh— sounds like Leona and Malleus could use some quality time together.” Grim offhandedly comments, chewing away on his food. 

“What did I say about talking with a mouthful, man?” You roll your eyes before falling silent, pondering his words. Quality time… Leona… Malleus…

“Grim! You’re a genius!”

~

“Herbivore, what the hell.” Leona’s tone was unamused, giving you a deadpan look.

“I thought it’d be nice if we hung out all together! As a group?” 

The two men stared daggers at each other across the small, dusty table in Ramshackle. With a nervous chuckle, your eyes flickered between the two as you slowly passed out cards for some random board game that Idia lent you.

Leona and Malleus didn’t take their eyes off one another. It was at this moment you were starting to think that Grim, in fact, was not a genius.

These two were definitely going to kill each other.

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Mark and you laid in his dorm room, lights dim, him still wearing his iconic suit, mask strapped tightly onto his handsome features.

Your fingers raking over his stomach as if he was a huge house cat, chest rising and falling.

Him looking down at you, his heart melting with love when you two locked eyes.

A hand coming up to your cheek, thumb brushing against your lip.

You always did have beautiful lips..

“You know you’re the only thing in the universe I would die for, right? The only thing I’d kill for”

He said, staring up at you lovingly, through his goggles.

“Lil ol’me huh” you laughed, half asslingly believing marks words.

He chuckled at your comment, nose doing its usual cute scrunch.

“Yea.. Lil ol’you” he mocked dragging your hand from his hard abs towards the centre of his chest

Flattening your palm down onto his chest, where his heart is, “your the reason I breathe, your the very reason I live.. I live for you”.

You hated yourself for this.. but with such a strong confession, it freaked you out, alot actually, but you shoved the distasted feeling down, your smile faltering while you kept your hand on his warm chest.

“That’s uh.. a bit intense” .

You tried easing into his lovesick delusions.

He smirked, shrugging his shoulders while laying on the small bed.

His eyes frenzied with earnest intensity “yea well, deal with it. I’m crazy about you mama~”.

You coughed on air swatting close to his face, with a peachy blush on your face.

“Mark!!” You laughed at marks comment, him grabbing your hand, just intensely starting at your e/c irises.

Without breaking eye contact he kissed your hand, placing it back gently onto his chest.

“What can’t take the fact, that one day you’ll be my pretty mama one day~”

He tapped your nose lightly with his finger, his other hand squeezing yours gently over his rapidly beating heart.

“Think of it.. pretty little babies running around.. seeing you nice and motherly over them.. you can’t tell me you don’t want that sweetheart~”

You rolled your eyes not playing into his needy thoughts he’s been having recently, just soothing his body.

He let out a soft sigh, his eyes fluttering closed as he enjoyed your touch. His body relaxed under your gentle hands.

leaning into your touch like a cat seeking affection.

"You know, sometimes I can't believe you're real," he murmured softly.

“Really now? What’s that supposed to mean” You smirked, feigning an offended tone, feeling marks stress spike.

He cracked one eye open, knowing you too well and your annoying games to get a rise out of him.

Smirking, his free hand lazily traced patterns on your arm. "Just that... gorgeous girls like you aren't supposed to actually exist. It's like, laws of the universe or whatever. Beautiful inside and out, hilarious, amazing in bed-“

“MARK” you cut him off, face flush as a tomato, levitating an empty soda can on his counter at his face, the poor lover, so star struck over your eyes to even flinch, as if you hung the stars in the sky.

The soda can hitting him, He laughed heartily as the can gently bounced off his forehead, catching it with lightning-fast reflexes to toss it back playfully very gently.

"Okay okay, okay! No need to use your powers against me~" He tugged you closer, trapping you in his arms while wearing a mischievous grin.

The soda can not even hitting you, from marks crushing speed, forcing you onto his godly body.

“Then don’t give me a reason to then Grayson~”

You said pulling back enough you were straddling him.

He let out a low chuckle, pulling you closer to his bulge. "Or what? You gonna fly me into the sun for daring to compliment you?" His said, voice holding a mischievous note to it.

“Mm I could” you smirked, putting your finger on your chin, faking a pondering face, mark letting out a strangled whine, thighs rubbing against his cock in the tight spandex he was wearing.

“Whoa there, gravity girl! No sun-toshing the boyfriend, alright?" His hands gripped your waist tightly. "I'm too handsome for space dust anyway~.”

“So cocky!”

You swatted at him.

He caught your hand mid-swat, his hand wrapping around yours to pull you closer.

"Cocky? Nah, just confident. Confident that my girl loves my face too much to turn me into a supernova."

His eyes then grew lidded, the feeling of your plush thighs so close to his cock, got him acting up.

You smiled at marks neediness, cupping and peppering his face full of kisses.

He moaned into the warm kisses, his strong hips thrusting up into yours, cock rubbing against your hot cunt and thighs, while his tongue tried snaking in.

His hands slid up to cradle your head, fingers threading through your deep hair. "Mmm, that's the stuff right hereeee,".

You rolled your eyes at his neediness, tugging a strand of his black hair, his head rearing.

A guttural whine leaving his lips.

He’s such a sexy whiner~

Lips making contact on his Adam’s apple and neck.

Red blushes starting to cover his neck.

He groaned softly as your lips met the sensitive skin of his neck, his head tilting back to give you better access.

His hands gripped your hips possessively, holding you closer. "You're such a fucking.. tease," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. “Kissing me like that..."

Mark rutted into your clothed cunt in a frustrated attempt for pleasure, the friction making his cock twitch.

He hated teasing with an addictive passion.

“True but I don’t knowwwww mmm beg~” you smirked reducing Mark to nothing but dirt under your shoe as if he wasn’t one of the most powerful man in the galaxy

He let out a playful growl, his hands squeezing the flesh of your ass, as he begged, his voice taking on a whiny tone.

"Pleeease, babe? I'll do anything, you know I’d be your slave~, be your fuck toy~ just touch me baby”

“I’d fuck you so good baby~ just give me a chance~~ I’d reach so deep you’d need me to just walk straight for weeks~”.

You felt yourself get wetter.. him and his damn mouth.

You smirked at his neediness, eyes hooded, head reared up wanting to be marked up by his queen.

“Mark me baby~” he whimpered, tugging on your lose hair very gently, a silent plea.

You sucked at his frosted skin, It taking its succulent time to bruise, the wetness and swirling of your tongue on his neck, only tightening his cock in his boxers underneath the tight suit.

Eventually targeting his lips next, tongue prodding for entry into Marks mouth.

You pulled at his ravenette hair, kissing feverishly over his face and neck, his lust barely contained.

His hands squeezing harshly at the fat of your ass, delivering a sting to your ass, his hand then rubbing your plumb flesh.

“Mm’Love this ass baby~”

his hands tensed around your plush ass, lifting his hips to grind against your core.

His kisses became sloppier, more desperate, as he tried to convey just how much he loved these intense, passionate.. raw love~

He was hard as fuck, and always is around you.

But fuck theres more blood in his aching cock than his brain at the moment.

he caught your bottom lip between his, sucking gently before letting it go with a wet pop.

His hands slid up to your waist, holding you firmly in place.

"Seriously though... fuck, you’re dangerous."

He nipped at your lips again, threatening to break the skin.

Alone in his euphoria, you took him by surprise, tugging his yellow mask off with force, slicked black hair falling forward in pieces, while you grounded your slobbering cunt against his throbbing cock.

He mewled, hands on your ass again, rocking his hips, cock soaking into your cunt with more vigor.

You held onto the black suit for dear life, fingers tearing at the fabric.

His hands were moving, gripping your thighs tightly as he lifted his hips up to grind against you, a low growl escaping his throat.

He was so fucking hard, the outline of his cock clearly visible through his tight supersuit.

He loved getting you all worked up for you. "Mmm, baby...".

“Mark!~”

You whined, feeling your cunt grow wetter against Marks boner, the slickness dampened your panties, Mark feeing the warmth.

Making him buck deeper, feeling pre collecting at his tip through the suit.

“Mm please le’me fuck you.. I swear.. I’ll be gentle”

You kissed him to shut his whines.

Grinding your core against his cock, mark whimpering.

His hips moving in sync with yours, creating a delicious friction.

He could feel how wet you were through the thin fabric of your clothes, and it was driving him wild.

“Goddamn, you feel so good," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

The teasing growing too strong for Mark, eyes hooded or closed the whole heavenly experience.

You didn’t remember when or how it happened.. but mark snapped.

One minute he’s your whining good boy the next he’s a bitch in heat.

The teasing too intense for his sensitive cock.

Flipping you onto your back easily, making you yelp.

He was between your legs in an instant, his hands going to your thighs to spread them wider.

"Off," he growled, referring to your panties. He was done playing nice.

You knew the drill pulling them to the side.

He let out a dark laugh, "Like that? Jesus."

He husked out a laugh unzipping his suit enough to free up his aching length, the tip already leaking pre.

looking at your exposed core, fucking delicious..

He wrapped a calloused hand around his beating cock, the thing sporting a few ropes of pre.

Diving his tongue into your fleshy walls.

Eating your cunt as if a man starved

His tongue explored every inch of you eagerly, tasting your sweetness.

He let out a satisfied hum, continuing to stroke himself with his free hand, while he bucked his fist as if on heat.

“Fuck, you taste so good." His tongue circled your pink clit before sucking it gently.

"Is this what you needed, baby?"

You panted, this felt so fucking good, you thought biting your lower lip when mark nipped and sucked your bud.

“Huh~ Gravity Girl?”

He slowed his sucking.

He pulled back, his face inches from your pussy, his hand still slowly stroking his thick length.

You gotta tell him how good he was eating you out.

His eyes locked with yours, challenging. "Tell me how good my tongue feels in your cunt, baby."

“S-So Ah~~ Good!” Your needy cunt salivating, poor you just wanting more sucks.

You flailed your legs, bucking your cunt.

“Marky~ Baby.. Please”

Tears threatening to spill from your eyes, the cause of the throbbing pain of your bud.

His lips curled into a smug grin at your reaction.

Nothing more delicious then sweet pay back~

He loved reducing you to whines and moans.

“Is that all you've got?" he mocked, his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh.

"You want my mouth back on you?" he asked, his fingers splaying your thighs wider.

"You want me to suck and lick until you're screaming?" He could see your hips bucking, trying to pull his face back down.

He chuckled darkly. "Say it."

Your ego starting to dwindle from marks teasing.

You turned your head away.

“Please..Mark.. don’t make me beg-“

Before you could finish he pulled your cunt closer to his face, pupils blown when your scent hit him.

"Either say it, or I'll make you..." He pressed a slow, deliberate kisses to your inner thigh, deliberately avoiding your center.

“Tell me how much you need my mouth on this pretty little pussy, baby. Beg for it."

You sucked the lemon, biting your lip at his big eyes waiting for you to speak between your thighs.

“..yes please mark.. I want you so bad~”. You spoke, playing into his kink.

A triumphant smirk crossed his face as he heard you beg so sweetly. He loved it when you surrendered like this.

“That's my girl," he groaned approvingly. Without hesitation, he dove back in, his mouth covering your cunt completely.

His tongue delved deep inside you, curling and thrusting rhythmically.

He could feel your legs trembling as you tried to pull him closer.

He added his fingers, spreading your lips wider to allow his tongue deeper access.

He could feel you getting closer, but he pulled back abruptly.

“Mark!!”

You whined, tears fat and beading at the corner of your eyes.

He sat up, licking his lips. a wicked grin playing on his face.

So sweet~

He knew you were right on the edge, and he loved pushing you close to the breaking point.

“You're so close baby, aren’t you~" he said, his voice low and husky.

Without much of a growl, Mark tugged your bagged shirt, the fabric flying into the corner of his dorm room with a thud.

His eyes darkened as your breasts spilled free.

No bra?~

Dirty girl

He captured a nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly while pinching the other between his digets.

His other hand went back to stroking himself rapidly.

“Fuck, these tits..." He switched to the other nipple, biting.

You yelped, mark just swirling his toughest over the light pink wound.

The pleasure euphoric, your cunt wetter then the ocean right now.

Eyes rolled back, ass arched, heart beating fast.

You pulled on his suit a silent plea to just ditch the thing then just leaving it unzipped.

He got the hint and quickly shed the suit, revealing his muscular, chiseled body.

He kicked it aside, the black and blue flopping to the floor, now completely nude before you.

His massive erection jutted out more than it did when unzipped, red and angry, pre-cum dripping down its sides.

You raked fingers over his chest, his abs contracting, a whined leaving his throat, while he pushed you back down onto the small bed.

He wrapped an arm around your lower hips, pulling your legs to snake around his hips, gripping tight as he began to rock you back and forth, grinding your wet cunt all against his abs.

Your breasts smushed against his chest, hard nipples dragging.

He gripped your ass tightly, as he ground you down harder.

He could feel your wetness coating his abs, making them slick.

His whimpers growing loud, his pretty cock coating your belly with pre.

He pushed you back down onto the bed, leaving you winded.

Finally registering the warmth against your abdomen, the pulsing wetness

His cock happily at home, resting above your entrance.

You looked down

Dick lying flat against your belly, your curves exaggerating its size.

He wrapped a hand around it, squeezing hard as he began to slowly jerk off against your skin.

"Look at this fucking thing," He murmured gruffly.

You clenched.. fuck this guy and words~

“So fuckin.. big.. so fuckin’n-needy~”

He rubbed his thick head up and down your stomach, leaving a snail trail of pre behind.

He wrapped his other arm around your waist, pulling you up so that his length nestled between your breasts.

He began to thrust his hips, breast-fucking you slowly.

Mark having obvious urges to mark you with his pre.

And it was working, you were hot and bothered everywhere~

Pre slick all over your body.

Mark's lips crashed into yours in a searing kiss as he continued sliding his cock up and down your breasts.

He swallowed your whimpers, his tongue delving into your mouth to dominate yours.

His fingers tangled in your hair, gripping firmly to angle your head just how he wanted.

Feeling your tits engulfing his throbbing cock was Devine.

Panting heavily between kisses, the pleasure overwhelming.

His hips jerked erratically as he chased his release, his cock throbbing and leaking more clear globs of pre.

He stopped mid thrust, moaning, not bucking his hips, just very tense.. eyes wide in euphoria.

A especially larger gush of pre oozed from his tip, his eyes relaxing back to a hooded state.

Close one…

With a silky squelch, Mark pulled away, relaxing you back onto his bed, one of his hands on your wrists the other wrapped tight on his cock.. this time his tip was kissing your folds…

Rubbing his slick up and down, to coat himself in your wetness, pre and arousal mixing.

You whined like a slut, trying to egg mark on to fuck you.

He chuckled darkly at your desperate whines, grabbing your thighs and spreading them wider.

Teasing your entrance with his tip, pushing in just an inch, then a little more, and more.. before pulling all the way back out.

He repeated this tormenting motion a few times, watching your face contort with need.

“So fucking eager,"

“Mark.. please~~”

You pleaded back.

Mark growled at your pleading whimper.

He grabbed your hips hard, completely forgetting your wrists, trying to get control.

Your nails digging into his pecs only made him harder.

He pushed in another inch, making you moan loudly. Watching your breasts bounce with each whimper, losing his mind.

“Please what?"

You swallowed your pride.. for the greater good of your swollen bud, hickeyed tits and well your deep itch for his cock~

“Please.. f.. Fuck me~”

With a savage snarl, Mark slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt inside you.

Tip kissing your cervix

You both cried out, the sudden fullness taking your breath away.

He stilled for a moment, savoring the tight heat of your pussy wrapped around his massive length. "Like this?"

You couldn’t breathe from his sheer size, needing time to recover.

Panting in a blushed frenzy

“Y-Yes.. perfect”

You said tensed up begging not to cum 3 seconds in.

Mark pulled back slowly, until just the tip remained inside you.

He paused there, looking into your face, watching your desperate expression.

“God don’t stare at me like that~”

Then, with a smirk, he snapped his hips forward, filling you up again in one swift motion.

He set a brutal pace, pounding into you relentlessly.

Your nails digging into the muscle of his back while he railed you.

The headboard slamming against the wall, the sound echoing.

He loved the feel of your nails digging into his back, spurring him on.

Each thrust was deep and powerful, the bouncing your tits, a fucking view to see.

But

One only

ONLY

he can see..

He wrapped an arm around your waist to angle your hips better, hitting that perfect spot with each thrust.

“Nobody else gets to see you like this. Don't even think about letting another guy touch this fucking perfect body."

He spread your legs wider, watching his thick length sliding in and out of your small body with unthinkable speed.

He imagined other men trying to handle these curves, touch your tits, hear your dirty moans.

His expression darkened. "You only spread your legs like this for me, right?"

“Yes Mark~ yes~”

"That's right, baby. Only I get to see this sexy body, only I get to hear those sweet moans."

He adjusted his angle slightly, hitting a spot that made you gasp loudly.

"Only my cock gets to fuck this tight pussy."

Your back arches nipples hardening.

“Yesss mark~~”

He watched your back arch beautifully, your tits bouncing perfectly with each thrust.

He wrapped his arms around your legs, pulling them up and over his shoulders.

This position made him go even deeper, hitting that spot perfectly with each snap of his hips.

"Fuck, look how deep I am inside you..."

Marks cock spasmed, twitching around your velvety walls.

Starting to grow sensitive, whimpering.

His movements became more erratic, losing control as his orgasm approached.

The sounds of your wet pussy taking his cock were driving him crazy.

He thrust harder, faster, completely losing himself in the feeling.

"I'm-so-fucking-close,"

he panted between thrusts, his voice breaking.

He held your legs tightly over his shoulders, burying himself as deep as he could go.

He was so close, his balls drawing up tight against your ass.

He looked down, watching his length disappear inside you over and over again.

"Fuck, I'm gonna fill this perfect pussy up..."

He tightened your legs over his shoulders, pulling you flush against him.

This new angle had his thick length stretch you even more.

Each thrust jiggling your tits deliciously.

He whimpered softly, sweat covering both of your bodies.

His eyes rolled back as he felt his release building at the base of his cock.

He buried his face between your breasts, inhaling your scent deeply as he pounded into you with wild abandon.

His wet tongue licking at your soft sweet skin.

his thick length throbbing inside you.

He looked up at your face through your bouncing breasts, his face contorted with pleasure.

“Love’these pretty breasts.. so soft.. warm~..”

You clenched, blush intensified.

Your velvety walls too much for him to handle.

With a final, deep thrust, he let out a needy groan, his cock pulsing as he released his hot sticky seed deep inside you.

Painting your womb white with ease

He held himself there, buried to the hilt, tip past your cervix, fill you up with his thick load.

You felt the vivid warmth he had filled you with

Placing a hand over your womb, feeling the warmth.

Mark stayed there for a moment, catching his breath, his large body draped over yours.

His arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping your legs over his shoulders.

Nuzzling his face between your breasts, inhaling your scent deeply, marking you further with his sweat and his seed.

“M’love you.. you’re so perfect.. my perfect girl”

The creamy texture smeared all over your belly, dripping onto the covers, Mark still buried deep inside.

His expression soft, looking down at you with adoring eyes, his voice gentle and filled with love. "Baby... you feel so perfect..."

He slowly lowered your legs from his shoulders, gently kissing each thigh before settling between your legs.

“You did so well”

He paused with a shit eating smirk

“Mm but’Looks like I need��a make you cum again.. huh?, you’d like that wouldn’t you~~”

“You deserve it for being such a good girl~”

You mewled, trying to deny his god-like sex.

He chuckled darkly, his still semi-hard length sliding back inside you easily due to his previous release.

Hardening quick

You tried disagreeing but the wetness between your legs says otherwise, your hands shoving his chest weakly..

“Mm’no.. no.. not y-yet”

"Shh, don't deny your man what he wants." He smiled kissing your temple, and teary cheeks, moving slowly again, his hands roaming your body possessively.

“I wanna feel you cum on my cock again~..."

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matt murdock x reader

summary: matt murdock has enough problems. but when his upstairs neighbor is upset over her breakup, he can't help getting involved.

contains: talk of an emotionally abusive relationship. mentions of fem!reader. other than that it's all fluff.

a/n: am i trying to process my feelings through fanfiction? absolutely. am i ashamed? no. also so happy to be writing for my boy matt again! gif by @djo

word count: 0.8k

It’s been a long day for Matt Murdock. Work was shit, in spite of Foggy’s attempts to crack jokes and cheer him up. His body aches in too many places to count from the endless hits he took last night. So when he finally stumbles in through his apartment door, the last thing Matt needs is another problem. But as he cracks open a beer and takes a seat on his sofa, he can’t help but notice how the silence surrounding him is pierced by a ragged cry.

His head cocks to the side, listening intently to figure out where the sound is coming from. It’s the apartment directly above him, the one with the young woman he often would hear singing or laughing. That was until the boyfriend moved in. There was still laughter, but exponentially less of it. He recalls a lot more crying and fighting and slamming doors. It was like that for a while. He can’t deny that some nights the arguments had him itching to waltz upstairs and break that fucker’s nose for putting you through hell. But then he figured, it wasn’t his problem, and he had enough of those.

But it’s been quiet lately, and after putting two and two together, he’s realized it’s just you up there now. Just you, crying your heart out into the pillow before bed every night, scribbling in your journal in the morning, inviting friends over to distract yourself from the pain. The pain he wishes he could take away. He admits it, he’s grown fond of you. When you sing, he stops what he’s doing and drinks in the sound of it as if it were an angel’s song. He can’t help but overhear your conversations at times, can’t help but chuckle when you make a particularly funny quip. He doesn’t know what you look like, but he’s sure you’re as beautiful as you sound to him. How that ass couldn’t treat you right, he’ll never know.

He ignores your cry this time, the way he has for the last couple of weeks. But when he lays his head down on his pillow after another restless night on the streets and hears your whimpers, he simply can’t take it anymore. He throws on the first shirt he gets his hands on and a pair of grey sweats before racing up the flight of stairs keeping him from you. It’s only when he knocks on your door that it dawns on him he doesn’t have a plan.

His heart stops when he hears you shuffle inside, sucking in your breath and no doubt trying to conceal any visible evidence that you’d been crying. He hears the doorknob turn and the creak of the wood as he comes face to face with you.

“Hello.” you manage to say, your voice still a bit hoarse. “Can I help you?”

“Hi, my name is Matt. I live right below you.” he starts. He’s praying to every god that you can’t hear his heart panging in his chest. “I know this may seem odd to you, but I get the sense that you’re not okay. I mean, I used to hear some pretty crazy fights from up here with who I can only assume is your boyfriend-”

“Ex.” you interrupt him, arms crossed and eyes trained on the welcome mat beneath your bare feet. “Ex-boyfriend.”

Matt nods, taking a breath before continuing. “Right. The thing is, I’ve got a really good sense about these things. I don’t know, call it intuition. But let’s just say I’m not hearing any screaming matches anymore and, though that is a good thing, I can’t help but wonder if you need someone to talk to or just a hug or whatever you need.”

There’s a silence hanging in the air after he speaks. You watch him wring his hands together as he waits for your response. You also notice the way his sweet, brown eyes seem to look straight through you before you realize he can’t see you. 

“You want to give me a hug?” you ask, and Matt in your voice the way your mouth quirks into a tiny smile. “Because I’m crying over my asshole ex-boyfriend?”

“A hug, some takeout, a walk around town. Whatever you need.” he’s grinning too now. He picks up on the way you casually lean on your doorframe, arms still crossed.

“What are you, some kind of hero or something?” you joke, adding a faux air of suspicion to your tone. “Who sent you?”

Matt laughs openly at that, throwing his head back as he does. “No one sent me, I just don’t like to know there’s a pretty girl crying over some jackass in my immediate vicinity.”

“Not to be rude, but what makes you think I’m pretty?”

Matt just shrugs. “Call it intuition.” 

He definitely doesn’t need sight to feel the way your hand clutches his shirt and playfully tugs him through the door. It’s right then and there that Matt resolves on making your problems his problems as well.

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3:12pm - matt murdock

summary - Matt is always listening, even when he’s meant to be working.

word count - 1.3k

warnings - MDNI 18+ - phone sex, dirty talk, use of good girl and having rules in the bedroom, female masturbation, please tell me if i forget anything!

note - first time writing phone sex eeee, sorry if it’s shitty :) love u all (credits to og pic poster)

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Matt listens - that’s obvious in many ways, but mostly in the way he can tell exactly what you mean, what you feel, just by the tone of your voice.

The way your voice heightens, pulls at the strings of his heart every time you laugh - like the most beautiful song he has ever heard. Often, he hears the way you drawl, drag the words out when you tell him how much you love him - he even hears it in the way you say it too quickly before you leave for work in the morning.

But the thing Matt loves most in this world - was listening to the change in your vocal chords as you fell apart beneath him. The way you became breathy, almost drunk on his touch, and he could always hear it in the way you begged for more of him.

Not being able to see you sometimes bothered him - but he got his fill from hearing you, hearing every change, movement and lift in your voice wherever you were - because, as you know, Matt listens. It didn’t matter where you were, what you were doing, Matt knew about it - to make sure you were safe, of course.

That’s why he was looking for your contact in his phone as soon as he heard your breathing, the way you whimpered - he knew exactly what was going on: you were touching yourself, and there was no way in his God’s hell he was letting this happen without him at least having a part in it.

After all, what good was having superhuman hearing if he didn’t put it to good use?

It was 3:12pm, and unfortunately for him - and you - Matt, Foggy and Karen were all swamped with cases, files strewn everywhere there was no way he could get off early, not matter how much he was so desperately craving to fuck you into the matress as stress relief. So, instead he chose the next best option - calling you while he finally had a few minutes to himself in his office.

“Hey, baby.” You answer, and it just confirms his suspicions when your voice comes through the speaker light, breathy - exactly how it was when he had you falling apart. “Sweetheart, what are you doing?” he asks, skipping past the beginning of a conversation in search of the truth.

“I-i’m-“ you stutter, a little giggle leaving your throat before you hear him start again.

“What did I say, sweetheart?” He starts, and he knows exactly what the answer will be before you even say it, so he doesnt let you respond before he carries on, “you think i can’t hear you getting yourself off without me?”

As your heart starts picking up speed, you realise he has been listening this whole time; he has been listening to the way your fingers glide through your slick, already sensitive to touch at the thought of him being home in a few hours - could you have waited for him to get home? Sure, but did you have the patience? No, you didn’t. 

“I’m sorry, Matt, i just couldn’t wait for you-” As you start to explain, you can hear the way he sighs in his disappointment.

“Lay back down, if you're not gonna wait till I get home sweetheart, I'll just get you off now, is that what you want?” Matt grunts down the phone, feeling the way his suit pants are tightening just at the mere thought of your moans being for him even when he isn’t there. “No, no please baby i’ll wait till your home, i need you.” You bed, and the lift in your voice tells Matt how desperate you really are, realising he won’t touch you tonight after the way you’ve acted. 

There wasn’t many rules you need to abide by to stay in Matt’s good books, but there were a few - do as you’re told, beggars can’t be choosers, and - obviously - no touching yourself unless he allows it. 

“You chose to try to make yourself cum without me, accept the consequences. Use your fingers sweetheart, let me hear you.” He instructs, and the seriousness in his voice sends a rush of warmth right to your core as you lay your head back into the pillows.

Listening and obeying his rules, you let your hand dance its way back down to where it was before. Whimpering when you feel yourself clench around your middle and ring fingers, you can hear the immediate effect you’re having on Matt - he’s enjoying this more than he cares to admit. You put the phone on speaker and carry it down to where he’ll be able to hear the obscene sounds of the way your wetness leaks from you with each thrust of your fingers, and there becomes so much more as soon as you hear him grunt, “Fuck.” 

Your fingers find a rhythm, curling gently but firmly inside your walls, your whole body screaming out just for Matt’s touch. Nothing could ever feel the way he does.

“Good girl, you like the way that feels? Feels better than when i touch you?” He asks, and you mumble something like, “N-no, wish it was you.”

“Mmm, would’ve been me if you’d have been a good girl for me. Would’ve been buried so deep inside you, fucking you like a good girl deserves.” He starts to palm himself gently under the desk, craving to feel some form of release.

“Being so good for me now, listening so well.” He approves, and the gravel in his voice sends a shiver right down to your toes, the way it does when you hear him whispering in your ear how much of a good girl you are for him.

“M’sorry, wanna come so bad.” you plead, and your voice trails like some form of whine - somehow even wetter than normal knowing he was listening to you moan his name, in his bed, all the way from his office. “Rub your clit for me sweetheart, but you can’t come yet, not till i say so.” Matt tells you, and he’s stern still, not letting up on the frustration you’ve caused him.

You do as you’re told, rubbing tight circles and listening to the slick sounds from between your thighs - Matt’s deep voice on speaker phone on your chest, one hand knuckle deep the other furiously trying not to bring you to release without him allowing it. You think about begging him for a second, knowing it’ll get him off even more than you are right now - but you want to save him for when he’s home, save all his tension for when he walks through the door and spends the night taking you in every place in his apartment.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” he’s whispering to himself, and you can feel the way your lower abdomen tenses at his words, orgasm building strongly across your body.

“I-fuck, baby i’m gonna-“ you gasp, and Matt can tell by the sound of your raspy breathing and the way your blood rushes around your body that you’re trying to hold back, but you’re right at the edge. “go ahead, honey, come for me.” he grants your exact wish, and the moment you let yourself tumble is when Matt decides he’s leaving early - no matter what Foggy and Karen have to say.

Your head hits the pillow behind you as everything takes over, fingers working yourself through your high as you can slightly hear Matt grunting through the speaker on your chest. Vision showing spots of white, your muscles tense as you wonder if you’ve finally entered heaven.

“Not sure if you can hear me still, but i’ll be home in 5.” Matt tells you, hanging up the phone immediately but still listening from his office to the way you try to control your breathing.

Matt knows the second he gets home, his night is about to be a long one - and not because of the mountain of work he has.

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Wet Dreamz ib: wet dreamz by j cole, please listen while you read :) mrta!patrick x fem reader

cw: nsfw (18+) mentions of reader’s looks once (long hair, brown skin, fat ass, like the song yk), mel posts twice in two days call it a double feature

and i ain’t never did this before, no

Patrick could not believe he was still a virgin at 18. He always imagined losing it younger, like 15 or 16, but he unfortunately wasn’t that lucky.

Sure, he’d done other stuff, he’s done everything but the one thing he’s been dying to do. It was always something. A roommate coming back early that cuts them short. Or they were “saving themselves for marriage” which yeah, even though his family wasn’t orthodox, that’s what Patrick told his mom whenever she asks. But he didn’t actually mean it.

There was one time he was so close he could taste it. But it was his first time hooking up with this girl and once she actually saw the size of his dick she said, “I don’t—yeah no there’s no way.” And Patrick wanted to convince her to try but Art had given him a long lecture about how persuaded consent isn’t actual consent or whatever the fuck.

So he’s still a virgin.

It was the first day of their last year at the academy and apparently there’s a new transfer student.

“Yeah she transferred from IMG Academy, something about not getting enough time with the coaches I think? I’m not sure,” Art says pulling a t-shirt on, getting ready for class.

So when Patrick walked into his math class and saw the most beautiful girl he’s had the pleasure to lay eyes on, he knew it was you.

Long hair, brown skin, and from what he could tell (since you were sitting down) a fat ass. This was going to be a long class.

He couldn’t stop staring. The way your hair flowed down your back. The way your jeans looked like they were painted on to your body. And how you smelled like cherries with a hint of vanilla.

He also couldn’t tell you what the fuck the math teacher was even talking about, he was too consumed by your presence. He didn’t understand how he was supposed to function for the rest of the year.

He was sitting directly next to you, so you could tell he was staring.

“Is there something on my face?” You asked slightly concerned. It was your first day at a new school and you wanted to get off on the right foot.

He shakes his head no really fast, he needs to pull himself together. He clears his throat, “No, unless you count beauty then, you know,” He smirks, shrugging. Smooth recovery.

You giggle wanting to respond until the teacher interrupts sternly from her place at the front of the classroom, “Is there something you want to share with the class? We want to laugh too.”

From then on you guys started passing notes in class instead. It was innocent at first. Asking questions like Where are you from? What’s your favorite color? Do you have any siblings? For you: New York, Lavender, and 2 younger brothers. For him: Massachusetts, Blue, 2 older sisters.

Everyday Patrick would look forward to going to math class. To seeing you. Your thighs, your hips, your lips. God. They haunt his brain and run wild in his imagination.

Thinking about how you’d ride on it, how you’d sit on it, bouncing up and down on his dick, watching your ass jiggle if you rode him reverse cowgirl. Watching your boobs bounce in his face if you rode cowgirl.

Thinking about how you’d lick on it. On your knees looking up at him, waiting patiently. Sticking your tongue out to give kitten licks to his tip Fuck.

He would try hard to divert his thinking in class because sitting at a desk with a boner is about as uncomfortable as it gets. Especially when you guys kept brushing hands when exchanging notes. It wasn’t helping.

Art didn’t understand why Patrick’s sudden interest in math until he heard Patrick one night. At first, Art just assumed Patrick was jerking off until he realized Patrick’s eyes were closed and his lips were slightly parted, drooling into his pillow.

Patrick was humping his bed in his sleep. Art has seen Patrick have wet dreams before but this time was different. He’s never seen Patrick do this before. Still Art couldn’t look away. Watching as Patrick lazily, half asleeply, switch between humping and grinding down on his mattress. Art was so close to touching himself until he heard Patrick moan your name is his sleep.

When Patrick woke up with cum stained boxers the next morning all he could do was sigh. Not mad at it though since his dream was amazing. You were riding him like there’s no tomorrow, until he got so worked up that he had to grab your hips and start fucking up into you.

He wants you bad. He’s never obsessed over anyone like this before. So imagine his surprise when the next note you pass to him in math class that day is You ever have sex before?

Well he couldn’t say no, he wanted to you to think he was cool. No way a girl as beautiful as you was still a virgin. So he wrote back Yeah of course, I’m like a pro baby ;)

You giggle reading his note. You write back without thinking Oh so you’re a pro? Well I want you to show me

Oh. Fuckkkk. Was this really going to happen? Patrick was getting worked up just thinking about it. That’s when you pass a second note saying My roommate’s gone for the weekend, so maybe Saturday you can show me what you got ;)

Yeah he almost passed out on the spot. Blood rushing from his brain straight to his dick. His heart was pounding in his chest, sweat starting to build up. All he could think about was how good you’d look lying naked on your bed. Yeah if the teacher called on him right now he’d be done for.

He almost forgets to write a note back, Yeah baby sounds like a plan

He’s trying to calm himself down internally and cool off. Why was he getting nervous? He was finally going to loose his virginity like he wanted for so long. But he’s going to have to live up to his bluff. And if you’re experienced it’s going to make it that much harder for him to live up to his lie. Fuck.

As soon as he got back to his dorm he had to come up with a plan. He started watching pornos for educational purposes as opposed to for pleasure like usual. Opening his completely new box of condoms he bought. Practicing how to put them on right.

He’s psyching himself out for no reason. He knows bare minimum, his dick is big enough to fuck with. He’s just hoping you don’t notice it’s his first time. Also praying that he doesn’t finish too fast.

So when the fateful day rolls around he tries to play it as cool as possible. Which doesn’t really work out seeing as he’s already hard by the time he gets there.

You guys are on your bed, making out while you straddle his lap. You’re grinding down on him while he moves his hands down to squeeze your boobs. You moan into his mouth as your movements become more desperate.

Patrick shifts his body weight, moving to lay you down so he can hover over you. You unbutton his jeans, pulling the zipper down. Reaching into his boxers to start stroking him.

His eyes slip closed for a moment, “Fuck,” he whispers. Your hands are softer than he imagined. His eyes opening back up, and you look so good underneath him.

He pulls your panties to the side to start opening you up. Pushing in one finger followed by another. Switching between curling and scissoring his fingers inside you.

He leans down, kissing up the side of your neck, making you gasp. He sits up, pulling a condom out of his pocket. He pushes his jeans and boxers down so he can roll the condom on (just how he practiced).

He plants one hand right next to your head to hold himself up. He makes eye contact with you right as he’s about to press inside.

“Wait I—“ You react quickly, grabbing his condom covered cock to stop him. He raises his eyebrows a little shocked, “Is everything okay or?”

You nod, “Everything’s fine I just—I know you’re a pro but can you be gentle? I’ve never done this before.”

He lets out a sigh a relief which confused you for a brief moment. “I’ve actually never done this either, just wanted to impress you.”

You smile shaking you head, “I should’ve known.”

“I mean did you still want to do this?” He asks searching your eyes for an answer.

You nod biting your lip. So he wastes no time lining back up to press inside you. And it feels so good.

Once he hits that spot inside of you, it’s over. You’re so tight and warm and wet. He’s trying really hard to focus on other things. Like how the weather is starting to get colder, or how Art’s grandma would be coming to visit soon. But as he continues to pump himself in and out of you there’s no hope for him.

He looks down at you which was a mistake. Your cheeks are flushed, despite laying on your back, you’re trying to fuck yourself back onto his cock causing your boobs to bounce slightly. He’s mesmerized. Still trying to think about other distractions until wait is he going soft? Fuck, he came too fast.

He pulls out to check the condom and sure enough he came. He runs his hand through his hair, “Sorry I think I came,” He sighs.

“Already?” You joke smirking. You sit up to see that he did in fact finish un the condom already, “Awe it looks like you did.”

“Don’t patronize me,” He scoffs playfully, discarding the condom.

“Well it’s okay, it was your first time. If anything that’s a huge compliment,” You smile rubbing his thigh.

He looks at you unamused but you can tell he’s still joking somewhat, “No it’s embarrassing, and you didn’t even cum.”

“Well you can still change that,” You whisper into his ear, lingering to lick the shell of his ear before moving to suck at the juncture between his jaw and his neck.

“Mmmm yeah I can,” He says pushing you back to lay down, before scooting down to alight your pussy with his mouth.

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Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles.

Were You Wooing Me?

Prompt Day 11: Cabin | Word Count: 769 | Rating: T | CW: Language | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, Dustin Henderson: Matchmaker, Background Ronance (or not, your choice), Acting on Feelings, First Kiss,

It could be worse.

It could be better, too.

But it could definitely be worse. In the pro column, it's not located in the Upside Down, Steve supposes. But Henderson could have also not talked it up quite as much as he did. It looks like his great-grandparents just walked out one day and never returned. 

"Is there really only one bed?" Robin asks, pacing around the cabin, as if another room is suddenly gonna appear. 

"Looks that way," Nancy says, and Steve is pretty sure there's not room for more than one bedroom here. But Dustin swore there was room for all four of them, easy. 

He's a dirty, little liar.

Eddie's settled into the old rocking chair, and is gently keeping himself swaying. He's always moving as far as Steve can tell, but right this second he's looking distinctly unbothered for Eddie.

"You two take the bedroom, we can crash on the floor," Eddie says, and Steve thinks that's awfully generous of him. But it does make the most sense. He can't imagine listening to Robin yap about being stuck on the floor. 

This will be easier for everyone. Even if it means he has to sleep on the floor with the mice.

Fuck, he hopes there's not mice.

The girls go to bed, and he can hear them in the bathroom, washing their faces or whatever it is that girls do once they are in a bathroom together.

Eddie has started a fire, and it's actually warming up nicely. Steve has squatted down in front of the fire, rubbing his hands together as Eddie bustles around behind him. Steve's leaving him to it. Eddie was quite adamant that he didn't want, nor need, Steve's help.

It's still the floor, so Steve isn't getting too excited. But at least they probably won't freeze to death. They did bring a pile of extra blankets, just in case, because Nancy made them, and Steve's happy about that, now. This place wasn't exactly ready for guests. Eddie gathered up their share of the blankets, and said he was making them a pallet on the floor. Steve's not really sure what that means, but he lets Eddie do his thing.

"Tada," Eddie sing-songs, and Steve turns his way.

Whoa, it looks just like a bed, just without a mattress.

"Wow, how'd you learn how to do that?" Steve asks, and he's almost scared to mess it up.

"Wayne," Eddie answers. "I stayed with him a lot as a kid, and he'd always make me a pallet bed. Most of the time it was better than anything I had at home."

Steve swallows. That's a depressing thought. 

"That was before he had to give me his room when I moved in officially to make the state happy, of course. He bought a roll-away at an old motel auction for himself. It was never as good as his pallets, though."

Steve bets they made Eddie feel special, because hell, this right here tonight makes Steve feel special. It's not just a pile of blankets on the floor, which is definitely what Steve would have done if he'd been in charge.

"It looks really nice," Steve says, "thanks, Eddie. I would have just slept on the hardwood floor."

Eddie laughs. 

"Just get in bed, Harrington."

They lay shoulder-to-shoulder. Steve has been feeling some feelings about Eddie for a while now and he's just pushed it all down as deep as he could hide it. Sure that Eddie wasn't interested.

But, well. Maybe. 

Everything he's done tonight feels a little bit like wooing. 

And Steve?

He'd really like to be wooed. 

It's quiet between them, only the crackling fire providing background noise. It's a comfortable silence, though. 

But Steve still can't help himself.

"Were you wooing me?" Steve asks, and immediately regrets opening his mouth.

Eddie laughs, and Steve kind of wants to jump in that fire just to escape this. He shouldn't have said anything. He feels like a fool.

"I've been wooing you for months, Harrington. You just realized that?"

"Yes," Steve says, then adds, "No. I don't know. I didn't want to assume."

"Assume away."

And Steve wants to, he really, really wants to. 

Steve rolls onto his side, so he can see Eddie better. Eddie rolls onto his side as well, meeting him face-to-face.

"You think Henderson did this on purpose?" Steve asks.

"Oh, hell yes he did," Eddie says, and Steve smiles. 

He can't be that mad about it, then.

And Steve reaches out and cups Eddie's cheek, leaning in, his lips pressing to Eddie's for the very first time.

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tease to please | pmylm drabble (jyh)

⇢ tease to please - drabble two // ft. the pmylm couple

summary: there's only so much teasing yunho can take.

words: 3.1k

warnings: cussing/mature language, sexually implied content, phone seggs 😙, mutual masturbation, marking, some breast play, making out, sloppy kisses, oral (m. receiving), unprotected sex, we get a lil sprinkle of dom yunho, yunho pushes his cum back inside lol

"You'll be waiting at home for me, right?" Yunho asks huskily as he sits in his car, eating the last bits of his lunch.

"Mhm." You respond in a sing-song tone. "Why?" You tease, making Yunho chuckle.

"You know why, you 'lil brat. Don't be slick." You laugh loudly on the other line, putting a smile on Yunho's face hearing it echo in the car.

"Are you really eating in the car, Yuyu?"

"Yes." You laugh as soon as the response comes. "I'm not gonna sit in the lunch room with a fucking boner."

"Babe."

"Don't. You're such a tease." He whines. "First last night, then the picture? You're killing me." Yunho shifts in his seat when he remembers your phone session last night, the picture you sent him earlier. You had just hopped out of the shower, the mirror fogged up from the hot water. He could see your naked silhouette through it, the condensation dripping down the edges and exposing more of your beautiful body.

He was about to pass the fuck out.

♣︎ FLASHBACK

Yunho lays back while he presses the phone to his ear, settling into bed while listening to you get ready for bed on the other line. You've gone home for a few days to spend time with your mom and sister, Yunho being all alone in the apartment with Yeosang gone too. It's bad how much he misses you, but he truly adores the time you set aside for your mom and sister; enjoying your girls' days and self-care dates that you absolutely deserve. 

"Sorry. I'm done now." You cozy up in your own sheets and shut off the lights, giving your boyfriend the utmost attention.

"All good, baby. Did you have a good day today?"

"Mmyeah. I can't wait to get back to you, though." He chuckles.

"I can't wait either."

"You're still alone?"

"Mhm. I don't think Yeosang is coming back until the weekend."

"Damn, okay."

"I think he's out of town with his family."

"I see." You stretch a bit. "Miss you, Yuyu."

"I miss you too, pretty girl. Cozy in bed?" 

"Yeah. Wish you were here." Your mind starts to race and go into overdrive thinking about having Yunho next to you. Cuddling you. Showering you in kisses. Making out with you. Making love to you. You miss your man tons, and you can't wait to get all of that tomorrow. The need for Yunho is strong, and luckily for you, your boyfriend catches on quick. "I wanna cuddle."

"Well, good thing you come back to me tomorrow."

"You know what else I want?"

"Mm?" He hums.

"You."

"But, you have me." He smirks, biting onto his bottom lip when he knows where this is going.

"No, you know what I mean."

"I don't, baby. Enlighten me." He feels himself getting hard just thinking about you, his hand coming down to his dick— palming it slowly.

"Yunho." You whine. "Wish you were here with me." He lets out a shaky breath as he palms a little harder, hearing your whiny tone on the other line.

"So needy." He teases. "What do you want me to do to you?" You let out a small whimper hearing his deep voice on the other line, imagining your man kissing you in all the right places, holding you close, letting you lazily ride him cause he knows it's your favorite thing to do. Your hand comes down to the fabric of your panties, feeling the wet patch already building in the center. 

"Mm." You hum in a certain tone before releasing a small breath, Yunho already shoving down his boxers just enough to freely stroke himself. "A lot of things."

"Like?" He keeps it slow at first. "Want me to be the one touching you instead?"

"Yeah. Not the same. You do it best, Yuyu."

"What else, princess? Tell me while you keep touching yourself."

"I wanna ride you so badly." Yunho shuts his eyes and picks up his pace, picturing you wrapped tightly around him, working your hips the way you do, hands traveling down his chest— the feeling is unmatched.

"Yeah? Like feeling stuffed that way?"

"It's so good." The way your voice drags on into a moan has Yunho swallowing the lump in his throat. Everything feels ten times hotter, his dick is painfully hard; he could explode any minute now.

"How many fingers are you using?"

"Two." You dip two digits in and out, spreading your wetness all over your folds. "If only you knew how wet I was." Yunho lets out a small groan in response, gripping his cock a little harder at how frustrating it is to not have you next to him right at this moment. He'll lose his mind. 

He can't wait 'till he sees you tomorrow.

"All for me, right?"

"Mhm. All for you." A small whine slips from your lips, one that isn't too loud to be heard, but enough to keep Yunho spiraling. 

"You're making me so fucking hard." You continue to rub at your clit, grinding against your hand until you feel your high approaching. You shut your eyes, now shifting your thoughts to having Yunho stuff your mouth, cock down your throat until he makes you cry.

"You know what else sounds good?"

"Hm?" He barely is able to respond, too focused on how good everything feels right now.

"You in my mouth."

"Oh my god."

"I'm close, Yuyu. Can you cum with me?" You ask him so sweetly, so innocently, even though everything about this situation is anything but.

"Yeah, anything you want, baby."

"Wish you could fill me up." You hear Yunho's breathing become irregular over the line, causing you to work at a faster pace until the coil within you finally snaps. You try to muffle your moans as much as possible as your body twitches under the sheets. Yunho follows shortly, spurts of cum painting his lower abdomen and hand as he tries his hardest to keep it contained. "Wow, holy shit."

"You okay? You did so good, love." He licks his lips and rests for a minute for analyzing the damage you've done. "Fuck, it's all over." You laugh. "I gotta go wash up."

"Hot."

"Baby, it's not funny." Yunho whines. "You're so mean. All you do is tease me, especially when I can't have you right away."

"Oh, you big baby. You'll see me tomorrow."

"Tease."

♣︎ END

"Sorry. I just wanted to shower you in some love." You giggle.

"Wait 'till I get home."

"And then.. what?" You bite onto your bottom lip, feeling your heat throb at the thought of Yunho ruining you.

"The things I'm gonna do to you." He takes a swig from his water bottle before capping it and placing it back into his cup holder. "Think you can behave for the next few hours until I'm off?"

"I dunno, I kinda don't want to." You poke fun at him and Yunho lets his tongue poke his cheek.

"Alright then. Don't say I didn't warn you."

"You're so hot, what did I do to deserve this?" He laughs.

"Talking about yourself, huh?" He looks at his watch. "I gotta go. I have like, 5 minutes to get my ass back upstairs."

"No one said you had to eat in the car, Yunho."

"You're right, sitting around the lunch table with my coworkers and my hard ass dick sounds so much better. How dare I?"

"Stop." You snort. "Mmkay, babe. I'll let you go."

"I'll see you when I get home, okay? Behave." He reiterates and you let out another tiny laugh. 

"I will, god."

"I love you."

"I love you, too." And with that, the call with your boyfriend ends. You set your phone aside and finish packing before heading out the door for one last meal with your mom and sister. You all settle for some pho nearby, grabbing dessert and boba from the new small shop that opened next door. You grab some food and dessert for you and Yunho to munch on later after he gets home, your mom adding more to the snack rotation after handing you a big, brown bag full of different snacks she had bought for you two to try.

Your drive back to the apartment isn't long, being that you left right before the rush hour could hit. Soobin is the only one at the apartment, and that's because he picked up a summer internship nearby. He helps you haul in your bags, laughing at all the snacks your mom gave you. He sits on your desk chair as you hand him a few snacks from the bag while unpacking and catching up with him about his internship. Overall, he doesn't have any complaints and seems to be happy he stayed over the summer to put more experience on his resumé. You promise him you'll hang out with him tomorrow once he's off, patting his head as you grab your necessities and head out the door to Yunho's apartment.

You pull out the extra key you have and unlock the door, instantly smelling Yunho's cologne [with a mix of his laundry detergent] filling the air. You pop off your Crocs and set them aside before popping in the food into the fridge, setting the snacks aside in his pantry. You make sure to leave some on Yeosang's desk too, knowing he's always down to try something new. You set your things on the edge of his desk before washing up, changing and slipping into one of Yunho's shirts— snuggling under his covers while you rewatch episodes of your comfort show, Friends. 

Time seems to slip right on by [though half painfully] because before you know it, it's time for Yunho to head home. And sure enough, the moment Yunho clocks out, he's darting out the door and rushing home. He's been thinking about you all day, barely able to focus on his to-do list at work. All he can think about is you, that nude, the way you whined his name last night.

The way he's going to fuck you so good the moment he steps into his room.

"Yuyu?" He hears you call for him as soon as he slips through the door and kicks his shoes off. He walks into the room with a little pep in his step, dropping his bag to the floor before shedding off his jacket and heading over to you. "Babe!" You squeal when he completely hovers over you and instantly presses his lips to yours. He fumbles around until he finds your phone and tosses it safely to the side, smiling into the kiss when he hears you giggle and squeal more while shifting you onto his lap.

"Take this off." He says, taking his shirt off of your body with a quickness. His eyes widen when he sees you aren't wearing anything underneath— you and your natural beauty served on gold platter just for him. "Fuck. I told you to behave." He groans against your neck, devouring every inch of you as his tongue roams the surface; leaving light marks in between messy wet kisses.

"I didn't even do anything—" You mewl as you tilt your head back in pleasure.

"Mm baby, I think you knew what you were doing when you slipped on my shirt without anything else on." He flings off his shirt and starts unbuttoning his jeans, slipping it down with his boxers and kicking them off completely. "Gonna ride me just like you wanted?" Your mouth waters watching Yunho's large hand wrap around his length, stroking himself for good measure. 

"If you want me to."

"I do. Use it." 

"Can I?" You hop off and get on your knees. "Want you in my mouth first." He groans.

"God." He breathes out as he watches you through hooded lids. You prettily wrap your lips around his tip and give it a cute kiss before continuing your tease session. You press tiny kisses along his length before licking a stripe from the base and back upwards, taking his tip into your mouth. You start to stroke him at the same time, sinking your mouth deeper and deeper down his cock; repeating the motions to keep your man feeling good. "Oh— shit." Yunho's head kicks back while a strangled moan leaves his lips, fingers tangled in the strands of your hair. "That feels so good." He says lowly, eyes now trained back on you. "Think you can take all of it, love? No pressure." He says sweetly, teeth nibbling on his bottom lip. You nod, eyes looking up at him so innocently while he starts to guide you all the way down— his dick slowly hitting the back of your throat. He feels you gag, your hands squeezing at his thigh even though you continue to take him. "You okay?" You give him a reassuring look, keeping your position with him down your throat while he brushes your hair back. "Doing so well, baby." He coos. When you finally pull back, Yunho watches the string of saliva connect your bottom lip to his tip and he feels the urge to be inside of you with how fucked out you look already. As much as he wants to keep you here forever, he just needs you. "So perfect." He caresses your cheek. "Need to be inside of you. Now, please."

You quietly oblige and take your position back onto his lap, feet planted on either side of him while Yunho guides you down his cock. You glide down smoothly, your saliva coating the surface so messily; the noise it makes sounding like pure music to his ears.

"Yunho."

"Yeah, baby?"

"Feels so good already." You mumble against his lips as you work your hips back and forth.

"You have me so use me." He grips your hips tightly, your arms lazily wrapped around his neck. He presses feathery kisses to your chest, down to your breasts— popping in a nipple and swirling his tongue around the perked bud before moving onto the next. He sucks dark red marks onto the surface knowing it's safe, and that he's the only one who'd see them. You switch it up from time to time, bouncing up and down before rolling your hips at a quicker pace. Either way, his cock hits you in the right spot deliciously every single time— snug in between your walls and filling you up completely.

"Babe." You whine with a small pout. "Close." You breathe against him, Yunho locking you into a kiss in between.

"Keep going. You ride me so fucking well. Nothing comes close." He praises in your ear. "Made for me— you were made just for me." He repeats. "Look at me, pretty. Wanna see you cum all over this dick." He grips your jaw with just enough force to keep you right where he wants you, maintaining eye contact as you fuck yourself on him and continuously push yourself closer and closer to the edge. He hisses when he feels you work him faster, the squelching sounds from your wet pussy filling the room and driving him crazy. 

"Yunho— mm'gonna cum." You whimper as you feel your legs starting to give out, chest heaving, breathing becoming irregular as you feel the pleasure building right at your core. 

"Don't hold back. No one's home." His thumb glides along your bottom lip. Sooner or later, you sink and crash down, loud moans erupting as your walls pulse around him. "Fuck— that's it." He watches as your eyes shut tightly, mouth slacked open as your body moves in waves; letting your orgasm wash through. "Good girl." He praises you as you pant in his arms, trying your best to bring yourself back down from your high. "Turn around for me." He gently sets you on your fours, running his tongue down his hand before coming to your overly-sensitive pussy. You almost flinch at the contact, but don't have a second to process when Yunho's already plunging deep inside of you. He lets out a loud, guttural moan, squeezing your ass as he adjusts to the feeling. His hand travels down your back while he slowly thrusts in and out of you;

In and out.

Push and pull.

You let out desperate, repeated curses, mixed along with a string of Yunho's name while he pounds into you, cheek pressed down onto the pillow before you feel him tug you back. You can tell Yunho is holding on for dear life, waiting for that perfect moment to let loose and let himself go. 

"Come here." He lets out, pressing your body flush against him while his hand is around your neck. He dips his head forward to get a better look at you from the side, still fucking into you like the world is set to end tomorrow. "What happened to my needy little brat from last night?" He chuckles, watching as your face contorts in pleasure again. "See what happens?" He pounds into you harder, cheeks turning red from the impact.

"Yeah, and I might keep doing it just to test you." Yunho smiles hearing your response, so incredibly in love with the way your relationship is. Just radiating comfort, a safe space. Two people exploring new territories together and being utterly, sickeningly in love. 

"Fuck, I love you—" He continues and continues until he feels like he can't hold it in anymore, giving your neck a slight squeeze when he feels himself reaching his own high. "Gonna cum—"

"I love you too." You cry. "Need you to fill me up, Yunho. Please." You beg, and that's enough to make him snap. You both fill the room with loud moans, Yunho coming down onto your body as he spills into you. He lays soft, lazy kisses against your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you while he keeps himself inside.

"I missed you." He smiles against your sticky skin, the both of you sweaty; air in the room hot and filled with the scent of sex. "Dunno what I'd do without you."

"I missed you too, babe." He pulls out and watches his cum leak out, laughing when he takes his thumb and pushes it back in. "Yunho, you're so?!"

"Nothing gets left behind." He steps off the bed and holds his hand out. "Let's go take a shower? I'll wash the sheets after."

"Mmkay." He looks down at you and presses a kiss to your lips.

"So, did you mean it when you said you'd keep being a brat?"

"It's fun poking your buttons, Yuyu." You let out a squeal when you he smacks your ass, taking the lead to the bathroom before Yunho can even catch up.

"You play too much." He says when he hears you shut the bathroom door and leave him naked in the hallway. "Baby, open up, Yeosang can come home any minute now!" He laughs when he hears you loudly giggle, still keeping the door locked. "I'm not laughing cause you're funny or anything, I just— Y/N, please." He begs playfully. "I'm sorry, you are funny. I didn't mean that. I'm starting to get cold out here. I'll shrivel up and die out here, do you want that? Y/N!" He continues to fiddle with the doorknob until you finally let him in with a big laugh and take him into the shower with you.

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[desturns]

──── long day. m.s.

warnings. nada :) just something fluffy before i release this filthy oneshot on this man yall stay tuned. not proofread! <3

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matt was ready for this day to just fucking end already.

between two back-to-back hour long meetings, grocery shopping for the house, almost getting into a car accident because some idiot didn't know how to work his turn signals, driving around for a total of 7 hours, filming a car video, and having to review some stuff for his personal project; it was just all too much. not to mention the loads of laundry he'd have to do once he got home. if he even decided to do it tonight, that was.

he didn't want to whine, he wasn't like that. sometimes life wasn't all laughs and jokes and he'd have bad, long days. and that was okay. he was used to the long days by now. but, that didn't mean they never took a toll on him. much like now.

matt was driving home in silence after dropping nick and chris off at a friends house. they'd ask for him to stay for a bit, hang out and maybe play a couple of games, but really, all matt wanted was to sleep. wash all of their dirty shit and fold them, but sleep among all. because he knew he'd finally get to rest and that he'd finally be with you again.

you'd texted him just a few hours ago, letting him know you had gotten off work and brought him some cookies from some store that he didn't really take the time to read about. all he cared about was that you were home, waiting for him, and he just couldn't wait to wrap his arms around you like he did every night.

when he finally parked and made his way inside, he could hear the faint sounds of music playing. his ears perked up, his first genuine smile of the day making a brief appearance, and his feet moved one in front of the other until the music was louder and he was right outside of his bedroom.

…let the music groove you, let the melody move you…

he couldn't help but laugh to himself, shaking his head with slight disbelief. of course, out of all things you'd listen to when you were by yourself was the ‘lemonade mouth' soundtrack.

without hesitation, matt opened the door and the smile that was already on his face only softened at the sight of you, what he assumed you were doing, looking through clothes on the rack. your back was turned to him and you were moving back and forth on your feet, dancing along to the song played on the tv. if he listened closely enough, he was sure you were singing along, too.

he'd think after hours of teaching your dance class you'd be tired and already laying down with a face mask on, maybe watching one of your favorite reality tv shows and sipping on a hot chocolate despite it being the middle of spring. you hadn't noticed him yet and if you did, you weren't paying him any mind. you were just dancing to yourself, sorting through clothes, in your own little world with mumbled lyrics occasionally escaping you.

matt almost didn't want to disturb the moment. seeing you like this, where you were unapologetically yourself and unashamed about the things you enjoyed, only made him fall deeper in love with you. that's when he noticed his laundry hamper was empty and the clothes you were sorting through were his.

had you done what he's been dreading to do ever since leaving his brothers? he looked behind his shoulder and, low and behold, the washing machine was on. he could see it shake a little, something he didn't even notice as he walked by since he was too focused on you and your music.

you'd taken the time to do the laundry for him without even needing to ask him and suddenly disturbing the moment didn't bother him too much. you had taken this off his plate and with no complaints. his exhaustion faded away and after making his presence known, you two sharing a hug and you reminding him about the cookies, he gently guided you to the bed while placing small kisses on your neck.

you always knew how to make the long days just a bit more bearable and for that, he was going to show you just how thankful he was.

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desspeaks! honestly this is like a little filler of sorts. figured i'd give you guys one more fluff before getting into the nitty gritty of things. and thank u guys SM for the love on my last one, it truly means a lot to me especially since i didn't expect such attention.

[sturnioloisland]

Boyfriend Headcannons | M.S. [SFW]

Pairing: Matt x GN!Reader

Warnings: None - just sweet ole fluff

A/N: Hey you guys, I’m back from the dead :)🫶🏼 Pt. 1 [SFW] + Pt. 2 [NSFW]

If you’re someone who enjoys reading, Matt definitely loves resting his head on your lap while your lost in your book. Just absentmindedly reading the pages while running your hands through his hair. It’s comforting to him and sometimes causes him to drift off into a light slumber.

He’s definitely the kind of boyfriend who would enjoy being on the phone with you - although that doesn’t mean he will be talking the entire time. He just likes knowing you’re there. If he’s away from you on some trip, he’s definitely falling asleep with you on the phone.

Matt quickly picks up on your quirks and interests. He takes note of whether you prefer sweet or savory foods, what condiments you prefer (secretly praying you despise ketchup too), what songs you listen to depending on your mood, etc. He’s very observant when it comes to you.

He’s definitely a little spoon argue with the wall. Matt loves nothing more than to be wrapped up in your arms while you’re both all snug and cozy in bed. He definitely isn’t against being big spoon, but there’s just something about having your arms around him.

I definitely believe he would keep like a cute polaroid picture of you either somewhere in his car or in his wallet, but honestly maybe both. There’s also a framed photo of the both of you on his nightstand. It’s one of the first things he sees when he wakes up in the morning, and it always brings some kind of smile and warm feeling to him.

We all can agree that he would definitely try to teach you how to play his favorite video games, but he doesn’t want you getting to the point where you’re better than him. He’s still very competitive, and even though he loves you very much, he doesn’t want you to beat him.

He likes driving you guys down to the shoreline and just sitting in silence while listening to the waves crashing against the shore. It doesn’t matter if you’re laying on a blanket in the sand or just sitting in the car with the windows rolled down. Sometimes he’ll play soft music in the background, but really he just enjoys having you there with him.

The most unhelpful person to take with you if you need to go grocery shopping. You’ll be on a mission to gather what you need, and one minute he’ll be standing next to you — the next you’ll lose track of him only to find him back at the candle isle holding one out to you saying “this one reminds me of you” OR he’s looking at an arrangement of stuffed animals pleading with you that one of them looks lonely on the shelf and just has to come home with you guys.

No matter how long you guys have been together, he’ll love you just as much as he did when you first got together. His love and loyalty to you knows no bounds, and he always strives to make your life better. He wants to feel worthy of being in your life, and he will never hesitate to show you that.

A/n pt. 2: Sorry I’ve been gone for so long. It’s been a crazy and hectic couple of months for me, but i’m going to try to get back to writing some more.

[straylightdream]

getaway car

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭: hansol vernon chwe x f.reader

↳ The ties were black, the lies were white. In shades of gray in candlelight. I wanted to leave him. I needed a reason.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: soulmate au??, neighbors to lovers, non idol au

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.6k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mc boyfriend is a jerk, the mc ex is physically cheating, mc is emotional cheating, lots of emotions, smut warning below the cut

𝐚𝐧: my next story for SVT inspired by reputation songs by taylor swift. This is part of a loosely connecting series called “all for you” you can absolutely just read this as one shot. Thank you @whimsical-whatever for helping me figure out this story and listening to me ramble about it.

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: oral (fem rec), fingering, protected sex, starting to have sex in the shower, multiple positions, this is very fluffy vanilla smut, lots of emotions

When people talk about being in love they always make it sound so grand and wonderful. They don’t talk about the heartbreak that can also be experienced loving someone who doesn’t deserve your love.

Laying in bed you stare at the empty spot that should be occupied by your boyfriend of five years, but instead he’s nowhere to be seen.

In the last seven months things have fallen apart. No matter how hard you think back you don’t think you can pin the moment when it all started. You’re not happy anymore by any means. You’re not even sure you’re still in love.

There’s only one gleam of light in your life. The boy who lives down the hall Vernon. Whenever you see him he instantly brightens your day. You had met when you moved in, but you didn’t really talk until one day he rode in the elevator with you while you were crying. Since that day Vernon has been a fixture in your life. He became a shoulder to cry on when your boyfriend hurt your feelings. He was also someone you could talk to when you wanted to pretend everything was okay.

You tried your hardest to not complain about your relationship all the time. Most of the time you would just say you were sad and needed a friend.

This last week has been bad. It’s quite obvious your boyfriend is cheating on you.

From the moment you met Vernon you felt drawn to him. At first you told yourself it wasn't a romantic feeling but the longer you knew him the more you realized you felt like you need him in your life to exist. You told yourself over and over you were faithful to your boyfriend that this was nothing more than a crush. But the more your relationship starts to crumble the more you let yourself realize you have feelings for the boy down the hall.

It’s another night of fighting with your boyfriend. He’s come home from work way later than he should have. He walks in after midnight and you instantly spot the stain of lipstick on his shirt collar. There is a stabbing feeling in your chest. No matter how hard you loved him he was never going to be faithful to you.

You’ve pointed out to him a handful of times that things he does makes you think he could be cheating, but this is the first time you have called him a cheater. You would think that maybe he would defend himself and tell you that he’s not cheating, but he doesn’t do that. He tells you he cheats because of you. He points all the blame on you.

You scream at him, you're done and it’s over. You feel utterly broken. Sobbing that he broke your heart as he storms out of the apartment saying he needs air.

You sit on the couch trying to gather yourself. Giving yourself a moment before you pick up your phone and rush out of your apartment.

Walking down the hall there is only one person you wanna see. It’s way past one in the morning now. Opening your phone you hit Vernon contact. Holding your phone to your ear it rings about five times before he answers the phone.

“Is everything okay?” It’s rare you call him let alone in the middle of the night.

“Not really. I’m outside, can you let me in,” you start to cry again.

“Yeah.”

Moments later he opens the door quickly. He’s just in a pair of boxer briefs. He must have been in bed already.

“I’m sorry,” you say as tears slide down your cheek.

He doesn’t say anything. He takes your hand leading you into his apartment he shares with Chan and Seokmin.

He shut the door, locking it. He hesitates for a moment before he rests his hand on your cheek and gently wipes away your tears.

“I told him I’m done. He came home after midnight with lipstick stained on his collar. I don’t wanna do this anymore. He doesn’t love me and I can’t love him anymore. I don't love him anymore.” You lean into his touch.

“I’m glad you left him. He doesn’t deserve you.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. You’re sorry for so many things. You know he cares for you and that he probably has always romantically liked you for a while just like you have. And no matter what you do you hurt him in one way or another.

“Stop saying that. You have nothing to apologize to me for.” He gives you a gentle smile.

“Can we go to your room? I don’t want to bother the boys. It’s already so late and I already woke you up.”

Reaching down he takes your hand in his for the first time and leads you to his room. He shuts the door and releases your hand. “Would you mind if I stayed with you tonight?”

“Of course you can stay here.” You’ve never been so happy you stormed out of the house in your pajamas. “Did you want me to take the couch?”

“No, I was hoping I could sleep in your bed with you. I just really want to hold your hand.”

He can’t help the smile that tugs on his lips. You crawl under the covers and watch as Vernon turns the light on and crawls into bed next to you. You both lay there facing each other. There is a gap between you. Laying your hand there you want to be close to him. You want him to hold you and to kiss you and tell you you’ll be okay. But that is too much to ask of him.

There is always something about Vernon that he’s always been able to read you. He must notice you’re struggling. He reaches out, taking your hand in his.

“I don’t want to go back to my apartment. I don’t want to live in a building that is haunted with memories of him and I.”

He takes a deep breath squeezing your hand. “You don’t have to. I’ll help you pack your things when he’s gone to work.”

“Where am I supposed to go?” You can’t help the tears that are slowly falling.

“You can stay here with me as long as you need.”

“The boys won’t like that.” You can’t imagine either of the boys would be a fan of another person living in their three bedroom one bath apartment.

“They won’t care. Seokmin is back with his ex and barely lives here and Chan loves you. He won’t mind having you around.”

“Okay, I might need to stay here for a while. My lease wasn’t up for like six more months. Maybe I can find somewhere new by then.” Maybe Vernon has a friend who needs a new roommate.

“You don’t have to worry about that right now.” He wants to pull you close to his body and hold you like he has desperately wanted to.

There is a long moment of silence between you. “I didn't tell him I wasn’t coming home tonight. I just left after I told him we’re done.”

“That’s okay.”

“Thank you.” You’re trying to stop your tears.

“You don’t have to thank me,” he gives you a sleepy smile.

It doesn’t take long before you fall asleep with your head on his chest. His hand gently rubs your side soothing you to sleep. When you dream that night you dream about Vernon the boy who saved you. You dream about him finally kissing you the way you desperately want.

-

The next day you call out of work and send your now ex boyfriend a text telling him that it’s truly over. He’s luckily at work and away from the apartment. When he finally returned to your shared apartment last night he sent you seven texts trying to get a hold of you in the middle of last night.

You expect to receive an angry text responding to you telling him you want to break up but he leaves you on read. It’s probably for the best he does. You don’t think you could take arguing with him.

While he’s at work Vernon and Seokmin come help you pack up everything they possibly can. Seungcheol even brings his truck over to take some of your bigger stuff to a storage unit he has. You could cry at how kind Vernon and his friends are being to you. By the time five o'clock comes around basically anything that ever meant anything to you is long gone from your apartment. Seokmin and Seungcheol left you alone while you wrote a goodbye to your ex telling him he wouldn’t be hearing from you and that you would send him one more month worth of rent and that would be it.

Locking the door to your now former apartment stung. Tears brim your eyes thinking about how much you truly loved this apartment. Vernon takes your hand and brings it to his lips where he places a gentle kiss on top.

Moving on wasn’t going to be easy. You know that even though you have fallen out of love. This breakup is going to hurt. At least you now have Vernon there by your side. How much you desperately wanted to be with him, you wanted to heal and you didn’t want him to feel like he’s just a rebound.

Laying in bed that night, your head once again rests on his chest as he holds you close. “I wanna be with you fully,” you whisper.

“That’s good because I wanna be with you.” He’s slowly drawing circles on your arm.

“I don’t want to jump right into this. I think I need some time before we fully try this. But I’m begging you to be patient with me.”

Gently he presses his lips to the top of your head. “I will wait as long as it takes. I’m just asking that I can still hold your hand and hold you while we sleep. I don’t want to push you into anything else while you heal.”

After that night things stayed like this with Vernon for a while. You lived in his home and shared a bed with him for over a month and half. Vernon was truly your person. He was your rock and you have fallen for him even more.

-

Today has been hell. Anything that can go wrong is. You got yelled at at work, your ex has been trying to contact you all day and on top of that. The icing on the cake is getting stuck in a rain storm without a jacket or umbrella after getting dinner. Luckily Vernon is with you so you aren’t alone getting stuck in a rainstorm. After finding out about your terrible day at work Vernon took you out for dinner to cheer you up. Neither of you had any idea a rainstorm was coming. You had walked from the apartment about a mile to a cafe for dinner, but the rain was making it where you needed to get a cab home.

Running from the cab to the apartment building you can feel the water soaking through your clothes.

Opening the door to Vernon apartment you both instantly notice how quiet the apartment is.

“Chan is at work and I think Seokmin is with his girl. They’re fully back together now,” Vernon says. You’ve only met Seokmin ex a couple times when she came over to see him. She’s a sweet girl and seems like a good fit for him.

“Oh. I think I need a shower to warm up.” You pause staring at him for a moment. “Did you want to join?” You know this means things between you will change. But you desperately want more with him. It’s been a month and half of you living here sharing lingering touches, longing stares, and cuddling at night. You aren’t sure how much longer you could share a bed with him before you lose your mind.

“Are you sure?” He says staring at you with almost a concerned look on his face.

“Yes.”

Walking away from him you head off to the shower that is next door to his room. Luckily the boys aren’t home so you don’t have to worry about them interrupting you. You turn on the hot water waiting for him to walk in. Walking into the bathroom he locks the door as you strip away your clothes. He stands there like a statue as you open the sliding glass door and step into the steam. Your body feels an instant relief as the hot water hits your cold skin.

Standing under the warm water you watch Vernon through the frosted glass. You should feel embarrassed about him seeing you naked but you aren’t at all. This feels natural. You want whatever is going to happen with Vernon to happen. You don’t want to feel guilty for having a crush on him. He’s truly the reason you were able to walk away from your loveless relationship.

“Vernon?”

“Yes?”

“Are you going to join me?” You step back under the warm water.

Through the frosted glass you can see him pulling off his shirt. “Do you want me to join you?”

“I want you to.”

He doesn’t say anything, he just takes off his pants and boxers. The glass door slides open and there he is naked in all his glory. You don’t know the last time you saw a man naked other than your ex. Vernon is absolutely beautiful. You hope in the future you can kiss your way across his beautiful skin.

The moment he slides the door shut it doesn’t turn into some lust filled moment. He stares at you for a long moment. A gentle smile on his face.

“Can you come closer to me?” You hold your hand out. Silently he takes your hand stepping closer. The warm water is washing over both of you.

“Thank you,” you don’t think you can ever thank him enough for giving you a reason to leave.

“Don’t have to thank me.”

Reaching up, his hand rests on your cheek, “I feel like you’re supposed to be in my life.”

“I feel like I need you in my life. I feel things for you I never felt for him in those five long years.” He leans down and rest his forehead against yours.

“You know Wonwoo and his girlfriend?”

“You mean the boy who is absolutely in love?” You’ve met all of Vernon’s friend in the last month and half and the moment you met Wonwoo and his girlfriend you realized he was head over heels for his girlfriend. She had told you one night when you were all at Seungcheol and Joshua’s house that Wonwoo made her believe in soulmates. Hearing her say that made you question if soulmates are real. Because if they were, you think you found yours.

“They always say they’re each other's soulmates, and I think you’re mine if they’re real,” he pulls away from you slowly.

Your body feels fuzzy as you process his words. You can’t think straight as you close the small distance between you and crash your lips into his for your first kiss. Your fingers tangled in his hair pulling his body closer to yours. You can feel him hardening against your stomach as you deepen the kiss.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this in the shower,” he whispers against your lips.

“Vernon?”

“Yes?”

“I want you in every way imaginable.”

Pulling away from you he turns off the water and steps out of the shower. He hands you a towel and starts working quickly drying himself off. The moment you’re both dry and wrapped in towels, you take his hand leading him towards his room.

Laying on his bed with your legs spread wide he’s kissing his way across your delicate skin. He kisses down your mound before pressing a kiss to your sensitive clit. His fingers part your folds as he licks your sensitive bundle of nerves. Slowly he pumps one finger inside. Your soft moans echo throughout his bedroom. He adds another finger earning a moan. Your finger clutch the sheets below you as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

Looking down at him you find him staring up at you through hooded eyes. He watches as you fall apart moaning his name.

Pulling away slowly he dips his fingers into his mouth wiping away your release. You stumble to sit up wanting to return the favor.

“What are you doing?” He asked, crawling off the bed.

“I was going to give you head in return,” you cock your head to the side.

“How much I would love that, I can’t think about anything other than being inside you,” he sighs.

“Oh-“

He reaches into his nightstand pulling out a foil packet. Tearing it open with his teeth. With lust filled eyes you watch as he rolls it down his hardened length.

Laying back on the bed you spread your legs waiting for him patiently.

Hovering over you he’s staring at you like you are the only person in the whole world. Reaching up, you rest your hand on his cheek.

“Do I sound like I’m crazy if I tell you I love you?” He whispers.

“No not at all,” you thought being in love again would be scary, but you think you have always been in love with him since you met him. He came into your life at the perfect time. You met him as you started to fall out of love with your ex. The moment you met Vernon in the hallway with your hands full of groceries you instantly felt something for him. Being around him made you feel like he’s supposed to be in your life.

“I love you,” he says softly. “I need you to know that before we have sex. I’m head over heels for you.” You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. “You don’t have to say it right now baby. I just want you to know how I feel.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

“Are you ready?”

You nod.

He slowly slides into you. The stretch feels amazing. Lifting your leg you open yourself up to him more. Everything in the world suddenly feels like it’s shifted. Your fingers claw at his shoulders as he thrust into you at a slow pace. His lips are yours kissing you like he needs you to breathe. This feels different than any other sex you've had before. Tangling your fingers in his hair you gently tug him away from your lips. You want to stare at him for a long moment.

“Oh my god-“ you moan.

“You feel like you were made for me,” he moans.

You hook your leg over his back just above his butt pulling him closer to you. His thrusts are incredibly deep with his slow pace.

“Please-“ you can only whimper and whine.

He rolls his hips a little faster. Your hands move down to his butt. Gripping his cheeks pulling him down closer to you. You feel as if you can’t get physically close enough to him.

“Baby do you want to change positions?” He must notice you want to have some sort of control. You seem like you desperately want to touch him.

“Please.”

He pulls out of you slowly and moves so he’s sitting with his back against the headboard. You waste no time straddling him. Slowly sinking down on his length. His hands rest on your hips helping you ride him. One of your hands rest on his cheek while the others rest on his chest right above his heart. Leaning toward you, press your forehead against his.

Silent gasps pass his lips.

“Fuck-“ you moan.

Your thighs burn as you ride him but that doesn’t stop you. Desperate to see what he looks like when he falls apart.

“Are you close?” You whine.

Silently he nods. One of his hands going up to take your breast. Squeezing it before rolling your hardened nipple between his fingers.

“Are you going to come?” He asked.

“Yes-“

You roll your hips a little faster. You clit brushes against his pelvic bone earning a wanton moan. Your second orgasm hits you harder than your first. Your hips stop moving as a white hot wave washes over you. Rolling your head back, you moan. His hands grip your hips as he moves your body up and down his length chasing his own release.

He falls apart moaning your name. You stare at him as he holds you flush against his thighs and he falls apart. The sight of him like this is absolutely breathtaking.

Your chest is heaving as you try to come down from your high slowly. Holding his face with both hands you slowly lean forward pressing your lips to his for a soft kiss.

“I love you,” you whisper the words that have been floating in your head for a while.

“I love you too.” He can’t help but smile.

“Thank you for giving me a reason to leave him.” You’ll never be able to thank Vernon for showing you that you could love someone else, and that someone could love you more than your ex did. He’s showing what it means to find your person. He’s making you believe soulmates could be real.

He pushes your hair away from your face. His thumb drags across your cheek slowly. “Falling in love with you is the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

[ch3rryflav0ur]

Just give me the worst and I give you the worst part of me.

Sunghoon is tired of you, tired of seeing you waste your feelings on assholes and be a whore to every man around you who pays you any attention, to everyone…except your friend's little brother.

N/A: I didn't know what titleput on this shot(?) hahah, so I started listening to my Spotify playlist and heard this song and boom SO JUST GIVE ME WORST, I GIVE YOU THE WORST PART OF ME (I love this song 😭💗)

Minors dni: if you like it, please reblog it or let me know in the comments

Pairing: MeanSunghoon! x afab reader

tw: unprotected sex, deepthroat, hate sex,kinda non-con lmao, younger brother´s friend, taesan fron bnd is a dick, wonbin from riize is a dick too, anal sex, choking,

"You should said hi to that girl at least" I told him appearing from behind making Sunghoon got scared at my voice while his eyes were laid on that pretty blonde girl from his window.

"stop doing that" He replied looking at me somewhat annoyed as if I had caught him doing something really bad.

"doing what?" I replied teasing him, my hands touching his cheeks like I used to do when he was little but he only pushed my hands away, I snorted.

"Don't you have to go suck any cock?" He told me smiling to the side

"Grow up!" I replied, rolling my eyes at his sarcastic comment. "Don't be a whore"

"Then stop bothering me" he replied, pushing me away gently "or at least help me" before letting go he grabbed my wrist "I want that girl to pay attention to me, you owe me one for that time when I covered for you when you ran away at night with that loser, my sister didn't know you miss half of her birthday just because you want it some dick"

"Hey! I told you that was a misunderstanding, I went with him to get her birthday cake" I defend myself. Did I fuck with him? Yes but did I also buy her birthday cake? also true. "I know your neighbor, she is kinda dumb" I replied sitting on his bed, adjusting my skirt, watching him try to decipher my words while I lay down on his bed not caring that my skirt may rolled up a lil bit showing some tan skin, since today i'm seeing Taesan later, I put some more coconut lotion on my body

"well she is like you then" He joked.

"Do you want her to like you or hate you?" I sighed. "His ex was Park Jongseong, such a cute loverboy" I looked at him "not like you"

"is that your type? he asked me "boring rich kids?"

"not even close" I replied.

Sunghoon thought about Jay Park and his huge list of lovers, he knew him from afar, they shared common friends but he wasn't the kind of person he wanted around him, he didn't like people who was too much kindly with everyone, something seems off about him.

"I am very romantic" he said slowly looking at that blondie, yeah she was hot.

"sure" I said sarcastically sitting up straight, resting my hands on the corner of his bed about to get up and leave.

Sunghoon approached the bed nonchalant in front of me, leaning slowly as my body involuntarily moved back, I swallowed hard, my eyes looking at his nervously but I quickly looked down when I felt his big hands pull a lil bit down my skirt, covering my thights "just because I've never been nice to you doesn't mean I'm not" his hands stayed on my thighs for a short period of time, I was about to stand up but his hands returned this time to each side of the resting on the mattress. "You would be surprised how good I am with sweet girls" His voice was deeper and he emphasized the sixth word.

"ew" I pushed him.

(...)

"is she your girlfriend?" One of the boys ask Taesan as he keep talking about his last hook up, sunghoon wanted to shut his mouth honestly, he was boring trying to kill some time as he smoke his fourth cigar not paying attention to the conversation.

"I'd never have a girlfriend like her" he said curtly, thinking about it "I just like the way she can let me beat up the real thing raw, just say a few nice things and she already bended over my dick"

It was all laughter until that idiot show up some photos that he took of her topless, big titties showing up.

"Isn't that...?" Jake said asking Sunghoon. "Nah, not cool bro" Jake said to Taesan "she's my friend"

"I fuck her last year" wonbin said as he look at the pictures on Taesan's phone. "I kinda missed those huge boobs tho...wait, Is that why you came later today than the others?"

"yeah, sorry men but I couldn't let that pussy go" Taesan said tipsy and most of the guys laught at his lame joke. Sunghoon really tried not to look at the damn phone, he really tried.

"Sunghoon where are you g-?"Jake asked.

Everyone started talking out over the photos while Sunghoon chung up on that shot of vodka, now already drunk enought (or he though) full of emotions that ran all over his body...envy, anger, rage, contempt, disgust...and all these emotions transformed into something impulsive when he saw himself punching the boy in the face without thinking twice, blood on his knuckles as taesan's nose was bleeding and a lot of questions were going through his head.

He didn't know why he had done it exactly, or so he wanted to believe as he thought about that stupid girl.

What Sunghoon didn't realize was when Taesan stood up and hit him back.

fuck, that hurts.

"what the fuck is your problem?" the bleeding boy said.

(...)

"fuck off" sunghoon sight looking at her in front of his door.

"I need your laptop, your sister took mine by accident and...

"Not my problem" He responded by trying to close the door in my face. "Why are you still here if she's not here? I see you more often than my sister in my own house." he sighed

"it's not my fault that you got a black eye and now you're in a bad mood" I whispered while the door was still half open about to return to his sister's room, but then I heard the sound of the shower, inside my head I thought it would be a good idea to borrow his computer, it would take less than ten minutes to look up information about the latest details of my homework.

With some fear I entered Sunghoon's room and observed my target on top of his desk, very sporty chic room, everything seems very tidy and clean.

Like him.

His laptop was almost closed, I opened it a little to realize what he was seeing, apparently Sunghoon likes shopping online, a lot of Sneakers, chains and rings and...another tab was open next to it, curiosity was stronger and I clicked on the new one, my eyes widened as I read the following titles searched on a porn site: gangbang, hardcore anal, creampie, hentai, latinas, deepthroat... all of them had the word non con in front of them and most of the videos were starring foreign women being penetrated strongly almost as if they were being raped, I felt the blood rise to my cheeks as I heard the woman moaning, begging to stop. It was actually a dark fantasy I thought I shared alone, but apparently I'm not the only one.

"what the fuck are you doing?" He slammed the lid of the laptop shut, his hands still had drops of water on them and I turned my face to see him with wet hair, no shirt and a towel around his waist in front of me, I sat up straight and swallowed hard as I noticed his brow furrow, clearly annoyed at seeing me touching his things. "You're a fucking pain, you know?" His voice was thick, the only time I'd seen him angry was on New Years when he had a fight with Taesan for letting me drink so much, well and last week when he showed up at the front door with a bloody nose and a swollen eye, he wouldn't tell us what happened and his sister and I cleaned his wounds before his parents came.

"Everyone watch porn, it's normal-

"It's not that and you know it fucking well" His tone of voice was manly, I noticed how the drops of water were still sliding down his abdomen, Sunghoon deep down scared me a little bit, we never had much of a relationship, he doesn't make any effort to talk to me, to get to know me, he avoided me or even talking to me at university.

"I'm sorry ,I didn't mean to look" I tried to justify myself and he just let out a mocking laugh, running his hands through his hair.

"shut up" His hands grabbed my wrists violently causing me to lose my balance, falling to the ground on my knees, I complained out loud, he sat on his bed, legs spread out, his hands still gripping me, pulling me roughly closer. "If you're going to open your pretty mouth to apologize, you might as well use it to suck my dick" His other hand grabbed the part where the towel was attached to his waist "wanna hear how fucking stupid you sound gagging around my cook" He pulled the towel aside, revealing his cock in front of my face, I gulped as he touched himself while looking at me in that state. "it's not my fault that you got a black eye and now you're in a bad mood" He said imitating my tone of voice in a mocking way and I froze, his hand leave my wrist to grab my hair bringing my face closer to his throbbing cock, feeling him hitting me with it in a vulgar way, it was humiliating but at the same time I felt an unbearable heat underneath. My lips brushed the head and I must be out my mind cause I began to lick it, wrapping my plump lips around it slowly "is this how you suck Taesan off?" I didn't have time to respond when both off his hands pushed my head, making me gag against his dick, taking my breath away with his movements, grotesque sounds were heard, I closed my eyes squeezing them tightly noticing how tears were appearing at the edge of my eyes, I hit his thighs looking for some reaction, desperate for air, his hands pulled me away from his member and I took a deep breath.

"I can't Breath-" I tried to talk while holding onto his thighs, he just smiled, enjoying seeing me like that, with saliva dripping down my chin, messy hair and watering eyes.

He caressed my cheek, patting me, fucking my throat raw again, repetitive movements faster and faster, hearing how his breathing was thicker and his moans were loud, he was a vocal man. "I need to fuck you right now" He said through his teeth, letting go of me, I could grab my things and leave, but reality hit me when he throw me to his bed. "Take off your shirt, let me see those tits" I embarrassedly took off the black jersey I was wearing, revealing that I wasn't wearing a bra, his hands kneaded both, put them together, played with them in the most shameless way "Wonbin was right" he mumble while his fingers squeezed my nipples hard.

"It hur-" I bite my lips.

"Fuck, I can't wait to see them bouncing on my face" He said letting them adjust to their original form. His hands went straight to my underwear, desperate to tear off that piece of fabric, and in the blink of an eye my panties were on the floor, his arms spread my legs widely, revealing my cunt, dessert for him.

He brought his body closer almost automatically, my hands were shaking, maybe if I kicked him or punch him he stop. I tried to lift my leg a little higher, but his arm just held it tight. "Stay still"

He handled my body as he wanted, he took his member and positioned it entering with a thrust, I wanted to scream in pain but his hands covered my mouth, his movements were abrupt, with each thrust I felt my tits move to the rhythm of his penetrations, It hurt so much every time he was so deep inside me. "Stop It h-hurts" I tried to talk to him, he laughed and continued moving inside me while I felt one of his fingers trying to get into my ass "What are you doi- no no" I tried to pull his hand away but he was so much stronger.

"Keep complaining and you'll only make me cum faster" He said inches from my face, eyes killing me, I felt him insert his index finger from behind, it was a strange, unknown sensation, I was uncomfortably horny. "You fuck those idiots and you're still so tight" I know exactly who he was referring to but the size of his cock inside me had me completely blinded, so much so that I didn't feel a second finger being inserted into my ass, I complained loudly almost crying . "Since you checked my porn history I guess you know I love fucking dumb whores like you, right?" His thrusts were faster, he was aggressively abusing my pussy, his hand was still covering me while the other removed his fingers from my butt. In one movement he takes my hips and with an inhuman rhythm he puts me on top of him "Ride me like you mean it"

I moaned pathetically loudly as I felt the new position, it was deeper, I felt him even deeper, inside my guts almost, his hands were still glued to my hips waiting for some reaction. I moved my hips, letting my hands rest on his chest, bouncing against his crotch in an almost possessed way, his hands helping guiding me, he turned me around, my feet were now resting on his knees, I was tired. He held me with both arms, holding me tight, feeling his balls hitting my clitoris with each thrust, Sunghoon at this point looked like a bull with so much stamina built up, most of the guys I were with didn't last even half as long, instead there was Sunghoon fucking me like an animal in heat.

"Ah-hmh! harder!" I moaned feeling dirty as my back was against his chest, his hands grabbed my waist and pushed me to the bed, his body still attached to mine crushing me, unbridled force made my entire body tremble, his hands found their way to my neck and squeezing lightly I burst into tears while I came strongly, creaming his fat cock, I felt Sunghoon talking to me but honestly I was too busy thinking about nothing, mind blank and throbbing wet pussy around cock.

"I knew you like it hard" he whimper slowing down the pace of his thrusts, almost stopping. His fingers caressed my ass, opening it while he continued pushing his body against mine now painfully slowly, he grabbed my hands and made me keep my buttocks open, took his cock out of me, I felt empty. "now comes my favorite part" he licked his lips "keep them open babe or I will make you cry" he took his hard wet cock covered in my juices and brought it to the rim of my ass, it scared me "did they make you cum too?" he ask moaning as he put his tip in the hole, exerting pressure, feeling how my butt slowly sucked his mushroom tip,

"No-t-they dont!" I answered being honest, no guy had bothered to read my body in bed, what I liked or made me horny, everyone always messed with me, lasted at most fifteen minutes and then they started checking their phone while lying down my side showing me some lame stupid tiktoks. "Oh my God!" I squeezed the flesh of my ass, closed my legs squeezing my thighs, muffling a scream against the sheets. It burns. Eyes wide open as I can feel how my ass was stretched by his big cook, feeling him smirking behind me, enjoying my whimpers. He sank half of his length into me, my nails dug into my flesh as I heard him moan, his movements were slow for thirty seconds, then he didn't care about my sobs. "slow-d-down h-hoon!"

Sunghoon was blinded by the way your ass sucked his cock every time he rammed you against his duvet, waiting for you to take your face out of his pillow, but when he saw that you didn't, all he had to do was pull your hair to hear you moan like the whore everyone he knew said you were. "Do you also let everyone fuck your ass or have I been the privileged one?" you felt it so deep inside, pumping your insides, transforming pain into pure pleasure, one you never thought you would like.

"N-no-o-only you!" I sobbed, noticing that hot sensation again, not being able to take it anymore, I released my hands from my butt to support myself better on the bed, my moans and the collision between his pelvis and my butt could be heard throughout his bedroom. "fuck me-fu-cking harder hoon!"

"who is better?" a thrust "me or that loser?" He asked me between moans

"you are so-so much better-than-them!" That fucking psycho smiles proud at himself as his movements did not stop at all, spanking me with each thrust, every time I felt the burning I squeezed something that I could not feel, he was edging me, making my butt move alone against him, seeming desperate for his cum.

And I was.

"keep bouncing that ass and I will give you my babies" He said between his teeth, although he very well knew that he was about to finish, he was full of it even in these moments. It didn't take long for him to slamming me down, given me a few last thrusts before he sank into me completely. I moaned his name so many times and in so many ways that later I would be embarrassed to see his face. The sensation was very overwhelming, heavy, thick, hot, slippery between my buttocks.

"fuck, look at you" Sunghoon said admiring me from above.

Ruined.

I was shaking between his sheets with heavy breathing trying to compose myself, after he came inside my ass I felt the bed lighten so I assumed he got out of bed, I tried to get up but I felt something wet between my legs, a towel.

"you bleed a little" he clean me with that wet towel feeling guilty, I avoided looking at him, letting him do something at least and then starting to get dressed.

"my skirt is stained" I complained in silence while I was dressing "I'm not going to go out like that, leave me some pants" I said, opening his closet, taking some black pants and locking myself in the bathroom.

I wiped my face thinking about how all this had happened, how I had just been fucked by Sunghoon. I tried to calm myself wiping off my make up with some water and hiding my body with his big clothes.

knock knock knock

I didn't response as if sunghoon obviously didn't know that I was in his bathroom keeping silent waiting for maybe he would leave.

wrong

"Why do you let these guys do whatever they want with you?" I heard him through the door. "You could do better, but you end up dating only assholes"

"What do you mean?" i asked back

"people talk, you know?" He replaid me "You look pretty sucking dick tho" He whispered "Use your pretty head and think" I grabbed the door handle opening it with the intention of starting a fight, the last thing I wanted at this moment was to have this type of conversation with him.

Sunghoon was leaning against the wall next to the door, he had also dressed up and looked annoyingly nice. "How can you trust someone like him?" he asked me again, looking into my eyes, trying to order his words, opening and closing his mouth wanting to say something.

"what are you talking abo-

"when you have me".

[fizziepopangel]

HuskerDust Headcanons (romantic)

Husk says “I love you” first. It’s not a big romantic thing, but to Angel Dust it means the world.

Angel and Husk were both quite affectionate with each other. The two can often be found cuddling in one of their bedrooms. Angel loves being held, but his favorite way for them to cuddle is actually having Husk lay on top of him since he finds the pressure grounding, and he’s found that scratching the cat demon’s back between his wings or scratching behind his ears while he’s tired and comfortable results in purring.

Angel steals Husk's hat every now and again.... Sometimes he steals it solely for the purpose of putting it on Fat Nuggets to take cute pictures of him in it.... While the pictures are adorable, this has resulted in the little pig occasionally taking it upon himself to steal the hell cat's hat, resulting in the man chasing the little creature around the hotel like a madman.

Husk becomes the father figure Fat Nuggets never had and Angel absolutely goes crazy for the relationship between his pet pig and boyfriend.

Although he doesn’t show it often, Husk does sometimes get overwhelmed, causing him to eventually break down in tears. During these episodes, Angel usually holds the grumpy drunk, rubbing his back and humming “Loser Baby” until he’s calmed down enough to talk, or until he’s fallen asleep.

Angel is a sucker for romance. He buys Husk flowers, makes big plans for their anniversary, makes long and mushy posts and posts cutesy pictures on his sinstagram, and goes all out for Husk’s birthday. Husk acts annoyed, but he secretly enjoys the little romantic gestures.

Despite not being the most romantic man, he does randomly grab Angel at random points while they’re together and begin dancing with the man, even humming or singing softly under his breath when Angel points out that there’s no music.

Charlie has so many candid photos of the couple being cute. She’s making a scrapbook for them for their anniversary

After Husk showed him the song, Angel plays “A Sunday Kind of Love" whenever their anniversary lands on a Sunday and makes Husk breakfast in bed as it plays. He calls it their song. 

When Angel can, he does drag shows at one of his favorite clubs in downtown Pride. Husk goes to every one of Angel’s drag shows to watch him perform and despite his usual gruff demeanor, he cheers the loudest when his boyfriend is on stage.

After long, rough shoots in Valentino's studio, Angel usually comes back to the hotel exhausted and sore so he sits at the bar, sipping water and listening to Husk grumble about work until he falls asleep at the bar. Husk usually ends up carrying him to bed despite constantly grumbling about being "too old for this shit".

In the event that they both wanted to get married, both of these men would try to make the perfect plan to propose to the other. 

In an attempt to be romantic, Husk would begrudgingly ask Alastor to help him make a nice Italian dinner and a cake to hide the ring in. He would be an anxious wreck through the whole dinner as Angel ate as he waited for dessert and the discovery of the ring within the cake.

Angel on the other hand would go the cheesier way of dressing Fat Nuggets up in a little tux and tying a ring around his neck with a bow and having him come up to Husk as the two had dessert with a sign that reads “Will you marry my daddy?”

In true romantic comedy fashion, Angel’s proposal pig would get to Husk right as Angel nearly choked on the ring Husk put into the cake. Of course, they would both say yes.

Despite not being the romantic in their relationship, Husk is a bit of a groom-zilla. It’s not really that he cares about flowers or color schemes or any of it, he’d be happy as long as he’s with the man he loves and their an open bar so he lets Angel handle it all for the most part…. But he does think Angel deserves the best and he’d be damned if he didn’t make sure that man’s day didn’t go absolutely perfectly.

Niffty makes Angel’s wedding dress, and although he will deny it, Husk does cry when he sees Angel in it.

Husk doesn't choose the first song they dance to, but he does request later in the night that the song Frank Sinatra’s “I Could Write a Book" be played so he can ask Angel to dance to that.

Husk recites his vows to Anthony, not Angel Dust.

[springgirlshowers]

Tell Your Lucky One

Pairing: Joost Klein x GN!Reader (no prns used!)

CW: crying, just emotional angsty shit

WC: 832

A/N: lil angsty song fic, listen to Beach Baby by Bon Iver if you haven’t 🙏🏻🙏🏻 this has been in my drafts for a hot min so here you go! ignore how i used the same prompt i did in my last fic 😭😭

“Liefje, you know these dates were planned months ago.” Joost sighed, rolling his suitcase by the couch while you waited in the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I know, I just didn’t know the time was gonna pass so quick.”

“It’ll pass quickly when I’m gone too. I’ll be back home before you know it.” He said, entering the doorway. Joost sat down next to you,

“Two months.” You whispered, trying to convince yourself it wouldn’t be that long.

“Teuns gonna pick me up tonight and then I’ll have to get going.” You purposely didn’t ask what specific time he was leaving, you didn’t want to. You knew if he was leaving at a certain time you’d spend the whole night dreading the hour.

The sun was already setting, casting a golden glow on his face.

“I’ll text you and video chat every night, whenever I can. Maybe, I’ll even call you on stage.” He teased, tickling the side of your waist.

“There’s a smile!” He grinned when you squirmed away and giggled a bit.

You shuffled closer, throwing your legs over his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and laying your head on his shoulder.

You stayed there for a little, silent while Joost rubbed your back. Joost felt a few drops hit his shirt, he craned his neck to look at you.

“Hey, don’t cry liefje.” He cupped your face, wiping away the tears.

“I’m sorry.” You said, sniffling. “I’m just gonna miss you so much.” You didn’t mean to say it through a sob. Joost made a sympathetic noise.

His heart broke, he desperately wanted to bring you along, but he really couldn’t bring any more people on this tour and you had your own responsibilities to take care of.

“The two months will go by so fast you won’t even realize.” He tried to give you a smile.

You felt stupid crying over this, feeling like a child again, sitting in his lap and crying over a dropped lollipop.

You turned your face to the side, trying to hide it from him.

“Hey, look at me. I wanna see you.” You shook your head.

“I don’t look pretty when I cry, my face gets all pink and blotchy.” You said through a sad laugh. He brought his fingers under your chin, pulling your gaze back to him.

“I love your face, even if it’s all pink and blotchy.” He kissed the tip of your nose, you smiled.

You maneuvered yourself off of him, going back to your original spot next to him. Sitting in silence once again.

“Can you do one favor for me?” You looked at your hands, too nervous to look at him.

“Ja, ja of course.” He tried to look in your eyes.

“Just don’t lock the door when you go, I don’t want to hear you leaving.” You said softly.

Joost wanted to refuse and tell you how it was a risk. But you lived in a quiet and safe area.

And if it helped keep him from breaking your heart any more, he would do it for you.

“Okay.” He said softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. It hurt how he noticed the way you didn’t lean into the kiss like you always would. You only sat there silent, staring at your fidgeting hands.

“Will you just lay with me for a little bit?” You finally looked at him, lip pouting a tiny amount. He let out a hum of agreement.

You both moved to the top of the bed, shuffling under the sheets. His chest pressed against your back, holding onto your waist so tightly.

You grabbed one of his hands, intertwining your fingers, and holding his and your hand against your chest.

Trying desperately to keep any more tears from escaping, you shut your eyes.

Staying there, so comfortable and so tired. You eventually drifted off into sleep, you didn’t mean to.

Joost didn’t wake you, knowing you didn’t want to see him leave. Once 8PM arrived, Joost carefully removed his arms from you. Walking around the bed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and tucking the sheets over you. So gentle to not wake you up, only making you stir a bit.

He did as you asked, closing the door as quietly as he could, not locking it before he stepped down the stairs.

You woke up later than you expected, it was nearly ten by the time you turned over and your eyes fluttered open. Instead of being met with Joosts warm body, it was only the cold empty sheets next to you.

You slowly got up and out the bed, going into the living room as you rubbed your eyes of sleep. His suitcase and bags gone.

Sitting down on the couch, you took in the moonlight peeking through the blinds and the sad quietness of the apartment. Hoping these two months would go by as quick as he said they would.

[sucodegoiaba88]

hi I'm here w a request :3 can I get akito with an s/o that's really clingy and physically affectionate please?? thank you!!

- stray, gentle dog : ★

pairing: shinonome akito x reader

summary: you and your boyfriend were polar opposites, but opposites attract, don't they?

warnings: none.

A/N: my first request! I am so excited!

★ . ★ . ★ . ★

➤ You were practically bouncing down the streets as you pull yourself together. Breathe, [name], breathe!

You had just received you first ever payment from your part-time job. Your parents insisted that you didn't need to work, they always tried their hardest to give you what they could. The real problem was Akito, who almost melted in anxiety when you said you managed to find a job.

-

"Why do you even need a job? I can pay for your things. Didn't i say i could-" he was quickly interrupted by your comforting voice.

"I know you are such a gentleman, Aki, but i want to pay for things for you too! Don't be such an overthinker. I can't depend on you for everything in our relationship." You caress his head gently while talking, giving him a small peck as you snuggled onto him further.

Akito could only huff and pout as you snuggled your head onto his chest, gently kissing it up and down.

"I'm sweaty, can't i even bath first?" he moved uncomfortably in his bed, but still didn't move away from your touch. He wouldn't dare to.

"no, i want to stay with you. Besides, you look handsome without a shirt on." you said in a matter-of-fact tone, as if it was the absolute truth.

"you really are an idiot, you know that?"

You just hugged him closer, now laying your head on his shoulder. knowing that even if you said nothing, you had already won this argument.

-

The first thing you bought was pancakes, adding everything you had the right as a top. You looked at your clock- his training had already finished, meaning he was coming to pick you up at your job right now, and that he could appear at any minute- and-

"Oi, wake up. Stop looking at the wall."

As he finished his sentence, you almost tackled him into the ground in a bone-crushing hug. As he finally stables you two into the counter, you pepper his grumpy face in kisses.

"How did you training go, dear? You left a bit earlier." you said after finally stopping with your kisses.

"It was worth it. I finally feel satisfied with my results- but what about you? How did everything here go?" he snuck his arm behind your waist, walking you both to the train station.

"It was great, but a bit low at clients. I spent most of the time listening to your group songs! I am totally addicted to that one you say something like- 'lalarilala-'"

"enough, please." he says, his blushing face reaching a tone close to his hair. Couldn't you not tease him for a minute?

At the beginning of your relationship, affection felt like petting an hostile dog. Fearing that if you did one wrong movement, it would snap and unleash himself. But after some weeks, you were proved quite the contrary. Feeling more like a giant dog that demanded affection like a little poodle.

Akito could try to hide all he wants, but he couldn't hide how needy and touch starved he was. As you, of course, had no problem in obliging to his needs.

"Let's go home, Aki. I bought you some pancakes, and- Oh! You have much to catch up! I can't wait to tell you what my manager said- and-"

Your attempt at conversation was quickly turned down by him initiating a kiss as soon as you both reached your front porch.

Well, talking could wait. Right?

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