#I think someone once said that the way I draw bedding looks really soft and inviting and I think about that constantly

[canisalbus]

Everytime you draw your dogs in bed sleeping/cuddling it makes me physically and emotionally relaxed, they're always my favorite pieces. That last one was a tad too angsty (poor Vasco) but still, the way you draw them covered in blankets is so realistic and comforting.

It does that to me as well! I think that's precisely why I love drawing those pieces so much, it's oddly soothing.

Tricking my brain to calm down by putting the dogs in bed so that they're safe and comfy.

[astayinwonderland]

We can stay like this forever | lee taeyong

pairing: taeyong x f.reader

genre: smut | romance | exes to lovers

wc: 1.4k

summary: you and taeyong broke up two months ago so you call him with one purpose in mind.

warnings: unprotected sex (don't), pet names (sweet, baby), pussy slapping, cumming inside... lmk if I forgot anything.

“You don’t have to give this back, you know?” 

“Yeah… but I want to. I need to,” you reply calmly. 

Taeyong looks at the box filled with tangible memorabilia of your time together. The time that surely was a highlight in his life. He was blissful and felt invincible with you. He was so in love–no, he is still in love. He just can’t put together how a silly argument ended up in you two breaking up. 

When you texted him to come over, he was hopeful. Were you willing to give him a second chance and get back together? All thoughts of his wish coming true evaporate when you greet him with that stupid box. He doesn’t want the box. He doesn’t need the box. His hoodies, letters, plushies… everything is yours. He is yours, even though you seem not to see it. 

“It’s good to see you, my sweet,” he smiles, his eyes seeking something in yours. Some type of sign that you are still you. Some type of sign that you might still maybe love him. 

You immediately close your eyes as soon as you hear my sweet leave his lips. It is indescribable what those two words do to you. You missed him so much, but he never called or showed up once you broke up. How could he want you back? You know you are not perfect, but the love you have for him makes you better. It makes you feel real and seen. Of course, that was when you were together. This is why you have to give everything back. It is just too much to have things reminding you of Taeyong. 

“Good to see you too,” your voice is soft, barely audible. You can’t look at him, you’re afraid you’d break and cry. 

Before Taeyong can break the awkward silence that followed, the rumble of thunder makes you jump. 

“Is it raining?” you ask, making your way to the window. 

Outside you can see how the weather’s changed. Grey-to-black clouds pour rain so heavily you can’t see much outside. You sigh and as you turn Taeyong is right there. His beautiful eyes stare right back at yours. 

“You scared me,” you laugh, attempting to clear the awkwardness. 

“I guess I should go… It was– a real pleasure seeing you, my sweet.” 

“You really like calling me that, don’t you?” 

Taeyong laughs, making you swoon. He has the loveliest laugh, you’ve always said so. 

“Of course,” he comes a bit closer. “You always will be my sweet.” 

“You can’t say that,” you shake your head. 

“Why not?” 

“What happens when you are dating someone else?” 

Silence. 

The truth is, you regret the words that came out of your mouth. Just thinking about it hurts so bad. 

“I don’t want to date anyone else,” he softly holds your hand, drawing circles with his thumb. 

Suddenly you can’t move, you can’t think, you can’t breathe. 

“Uh– I should probably go…” he continues. 

“No, wait! You can’t leave it’s pouring out there.” 

“You sure you want me to stay?” 

You nod. He shamelessly looks at your lips, making a silent prayer you would let him kiss him. Even if it is the last time he gets to kiss you. 

“Fuck, baby,” and you just throw your arms around his neck, hugging him so tight. 

“I miss you,” he whispers. 

So you kiss him. Your body goes against the voice inside your head that asks you to stop, you broke up. But the way he melts into you tells you to keep going. Taeyong’s arms hold you firmly against him, almost as if he is scared that you will change your mind and run away from him. 

He sucks on your bottom lip and you lose all sense of time. You should have never broken up, he is the light in your path of darkness. Removing your clothing you guide him to your bedroom, where you’ve shared countless nights of passion, long talks, and binge-watching TV. You gently push him onto the bed, his eyes spark as he can’t hide his excitement. 

“Is– is this okay?” he asks. 

“Yes,” your voice is almost a breathy moan. 

So Taeyong thanks the heavens and immediately latches his mouth to your right nipple sucking as his hands caress your body, worshipping it. You close your eyes, lost in his touch, his breathing, his praises. 

“I missed you so much, my sweet. You’re perfect. All I want is to make you feel good, make you never forget me.” 

“How could I ever?” 

You pull his hair and a low groan leaves his mouth. Smiling, he stops to kiss your thighs, all the way to your clothed core. He can smell your arousal and feel how wet you are for him, you haven’t changed a bit and he is glad. Two months without having you was being in hell. Your moans get louder as he licks your entrance on top of the soaking fabric of your panties. 

Done with the teasing, you pull them down. 

“Please, baby– fuck me. I need you so bad,” you cry. 

Taeyong wants to take his time with you, but he can leave that for round two if you let him. Right now he will give you whatever you want like it’s his life mission because it is. The way your lips kiss him makes his heart beat so fast he feels it will burst out of his chest. You help him get rid of his clothes and kiss his chest, making a stop on his chest tattoo that drives you so insane. 

“Show me how much you’ve missed me, baby.” 

“You have no idea, my sweet.” 

He positions you to face down on the mattress, ass up, granting him perfect access to your cunt. Slender fingers tease your hole as his other hand pumps his erection. As Taeyong enters you, pleasure course your entire body. This is the man of your dreams, your perfect pair, fucking you till your eyes roll back. His cock, wet in your arousal abuses your hole, again and again, his hands firm on your hips as he thrust into you, fast. He missed this feeling. You are so warm, so sweet, so perfect. 

“We were made for each other. Shit… you feel so good, so– incredible.” 

You moan in response your face weighing on the mattress. Taeyong put one of his hands down your clit and slapped hard he earns a muffled cry. 

“I wanted this so much… faster.” 

And he obeys. He obeys because anything that comes out of your mouth automatically is an order for him. He is doomed and he knows it, he is in love. And to be honest, he wouldn’t like it any other way. 

Beads of sweat drip off his forehead as he rams into you, eager to make you cum. When his fingers pinch your clit and start moving in circles, adding pressure to it, you lose all composure. You are crying, pleading, moaning his name. 

“Taeyong, Taeyong, Taeyong…” 

How pretty his name sounds coming from your mouth. His other hand moves to your shoulder and he pulls you upwards, your back colliding with his chest as he keeps fucking you, now hitting that spot inside you. You see stars, you are so close. 

Taeyong kisses your neck, sucking your sensitive spot he knows so damn well. 

“Baby, I’m so close… f-fuck–ah!” 

“Me too. Cum for me! I wanna hear you…”

With a few more thrusts his warm cums fills you as he cries in your ear after his release, triggering your orgasm. It’s so intense your head feels lighter than a feather and your legs tremble. Taeyong holds you near him or else you will fall. He kisses your temple and shoulders again and again. 

“My sweet, sweet girl…” he breathes in your ear as you both come down from your high. 

You find yourself between Taeyong’s arms, cuddling, eyes closed. The box you once planned to return is already forgotten in your living room. Not a word is spoken, is like time didn’t pass and you want to stay here until the end of time. 

“I never stopped loving you,” you confess, eyes still closed. 

Now he hugs you even tighter. 

“Me neither.” 

“Can we stay like this for a while? you ask. 

“We can stay like this forever…” he kisses your cheek.

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a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨

but my love for this man ain't... ˜ masterlist

[theotherbuckley]

a thousand ways to call you mine BONUS CHAPTER

bucktommy | Chapter 3/3 | 1.6K/14.2K | Rated E

For @bucktommypositivityweek nicknames and terms of endearment 💜

Pet names +1 +1 husbands (read on ao3)

Wrapped up in the love of his life’s arms is exactly where Tommy wants to be forever.

He didn’t really think this would ever be a real possibility for him.

Tommy had grown up with a dad who made it clear that he wouldn’t tolerate anything less than a perfectly masculine, woman-loving man. And so that’s what he became.

He pushed down any other feelings he had, squashed them deep down into the depths of his mind until he was sure they couldn't escape.

Every time he’d find a guy attractive, he’d tell himself it was their feminine features that drew him in. It didn’t matter that half the time, they were massive, built like a Greek god, men. He didn’t let himself think about it any more than that. Maybe he was just jealous of them. He repeated that like an oath.

He joined the army because his dad wanted him to — and Tommy wanted nothing more than to make him proud. He did well in the army, he followed orders like a good little soldier. He learnt to fly helicopters, something that would become a place of solace.

He always felt in control as a pilot. The one place where he could be himself without any expectation. Where it wasn’t others' rules that dictated his actions. Just him, in the air, a place where he could breathe.

When he became a firefighter, he found a crew that felt so much like his family at home. He understood how to behave there, he didn’t mess up like he had done so many times with his dad. He knew the unwritten rules. He played his part no matter how many times that little voice inside him told him he was a liar, a hypocrite.

It wasn’t until he was back in his element, flying aircrafts with people who respected each other, that he finally managed to unlearn every piece of hatred that had been engrained so deeply inside of him since he was old enough to understand what it meant.

And then he met Evan. Evan wasn’t his first boyfriend, but that didn’t matter. He was everything in the end.

Evan introduced himself, stumbling over his own name in a way that Tommy found far too cute for the impending emergency they had at hand. He didn’t dwell on it at the time, but he was comfortable enough with himself to be able to look and appreciate the man without hating the thoughts that swirled around his mind like he once had.

What he saw was a gorgeous man who said the most outlandish but well-meant things. Someone who loved so strongly. Someone brave and kind, who blushed so brightly at any compliment. 

He never anticipated that after that, he would end up here — holding that beautiful man in his arms, able to call him his. 

Evan fits in his arms like he was made for them. Okay, maybe it takes a lot of shuffling around for a massive firefighter and pilot to sit comfortably together. It didn’t matter, though, it always felt so right. 

They’re sitting in a hotel bed, lazily drawing lines on each other’s skin with their fingers, smiling up at each other every time the light catches on the silver bands adorned on their ring fingers.

“I love you,” Evan whispers, as though speaking any louder would break the precious bubble they’ve created for themselves.

“I love you, too, husband,” Tommy replies, shooting Evan his signature smile, his eyes scrunching up in the corners. Evan raises his hand to Tommy’s face, fingers trailing the soft lines etched there.

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“I love you,” Evan says again, he can’t seem to stop saying it, hasn’t been able to stop since the ceremony. Tommy isn’t complaining. He feels it, too. He feels the way his heart wants to burst from his chest because of the magnitude of love contained inside. The way he needs to repeat his love for his husband over and over again just to keep his heart in check.

Tommy presses a gentle kiss to Evan’s curls, a move that always has Evan melting into his hold. “I love you, too,” he says back, just because he can.

“I never imagined having a husband,” Evan says, staring at the ring on his finger like it contains all the secrets in the world. 

“Neither did I,” Tommy admits. “But I’m so happy I got to have one. Got to have you.”

Evan shuffles even closer to his body if that’s even possible with the way they’re pressed up against each other, but he tries anyway — tries to merge their atoms together until there’s no telling where one ends and the other begins. 

He kisses right above Tommy’s peck before staring back up at him, smiling lazily, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

Tommy doesn’t think he’ll ever get over this look. His husband’s curls, free and slightly dishevelled, perfect for running his fingers through. He’ll never get over his husband’s rosy red cheeks and bright eyes filled with awe and love. The blooming love bites adorning his smooth skin, evidence of their well-spent honeymoon. The silver ring, engraved on the inside with a simple yours because that’s what they are — inexplicably each others. Each others to love and to cherish. For as long as they each shall live.

“What are you thinking about?” Evan asks, his fingers running down the groves of his chest.

“You,” Tommy says. Always you.

Evan shoots him his award-winning smile, the one that makes his eyes shine. Love so clearly evident within the blue pools of his irises.

“Yeah?” Evan asks.

“Yeah, baby. Just thinking how lucky I am to call you mine.”

“Mmm, yours,” Evan agrees, rolling himself fully onto Tommy's body as he kisses down his neck. Sucking every inch of skin available like he’s starved for it. 

Tommy lets him take his fill, wrapping his arms around Evan’s back and holding him close so that not even an inch separates them. Tommy’s hips jerk when his husband bites at the sensitive region behind his ear. The movement makes Evan laugh. The soft chuckle filling the air with warmth and love. Tommy loves that sound. He wishes he could bottle it up and store it for later to listen to whenever he needs it.

He doesn’t have to, though, because Evan’s not going anywhere.

“Come here,” Tommy says as if they’re not practically glued together already. Evan, always on the same wavelength, understands him anyway.

He lifts his head from the groove of his neck to hover in front of his face.

Their lips move to each other like magnets until they meet in a kiss. Tommy opens his mouth, lets Buck’s tongue explore inside like he hasn’t already spent many months mapping it out. 

Tommy grips Buck’s hips tighter, pulling him flush against himself until their groins meet, electricity rushing through his gut. Tommy swallows down the moan Evan lets out at the action, smiling into the kiss as he rolls them over until his husband is lying on his back.

Evan pulls back, panting, squirming on the bed as he seeks the delicious friction. Tommy gives him what he needs, rutting leisurely against him until they’re both groaning into each other's mouths. 

They’re barely kissing anymore, but neither is complaining, content to trade breaths like they need it to live. Tommy thinks that maybe he does.

Tommy licks his palm, too lazy to reach for the lube sitting on the bedside table. He reaches down to grasp both of them in his hands, jerking them slowly, like they have all the time in the world. They do, of course. Right now, there’s nobody but them; they’re just two men trying their damnedest to become one.

Evan whimpers when Tommy’s thumb brushes over his slit, collecting the precome gathered there, his hips bucking further into Tommy’s large hands.

It doesn’t take long for the both of them to get close. Tommy speeds up his movements, erratically jerking them to the finish line. Evan lifts his legs to wrap around Tommy’s back, desperately trying to press himself even closer. His fingers dig into Tommy’s back, no doubt leaving indents in the skin. Tommy’s not one to complain, he wants the world to know that he’s taken, married to someone he never dared to dream he could have.

“I love you, husband,” Tommy breathes between open-mouthed kisses.

“I love you, husband,” Evan repeats, like a prayer. 

That's all either needs to send them over the edge, come shooting onto their stomachs, marking each other as their own. Evan goes boneless, dropping his arms and melting into the mattress. Tommy feels much the same, dropping onto Evan’s chest, their come sticky between them, but neither cares too much at that moment.

Evan lets out an “oomph” as Tommy rests his weight on him, but he doesn’t tell him to move, craving the feel of his partner in every way he can have him. They stay like that for a while, neither in a rush to move. 

“What was the point of me coming up with pet names when husband was a possibility all along?” Evan says after a moment.

Tommy can’t contain his laughter, tucking his head into his husband’s neck as he shakes with the force of his laugh. 

“I don’t know, husband,” Tommy says with a wink. “But it was a lot of fun.”

“Mmm, it really was, husband.”

[wooahaes]

skz - coming out as bisexual

pairing: non-idol!skz x fem!bisexual!reader

genre: a mix of fluff and angst + hurt/comfort.

warnings: a mix of feelings toward coming out in each drabble (some more casual, some more emotional), all drabbles end with acceptance. some drabbles have reader having known for a long time, others are more recent discoveries. reader being outed at a party [minho]. depictions of a panic attack [minho]. biphobia mentions, including one accidental biphobic comment that gets called out and apologized for immediately [seungmin]. reader being fully prepared for a breakup [jisung] due to her sexuality. food mentions [felix].

daisy's notes: happy pride lol these are the last ones im gonna do <3

bang chan

"someone told me my room has bisexual lighting once." chris flopped down onto his bed, hands coming to rest on his stomach. "i think it was felix, actually."

this was the first time you'd ever stepped foot into his bedroom. you'd seen it before on late night video calls, but you'd always paid a little more attention to your sleepy boyfriend than the lighting. felix had been right, though: the pink and blue lighting came together to make purple in such a pretty way. it oddly felt like fate that you wandered into his life, even though he didn't know.

... did he? no. he didn't know. you hadn't told him. but he could have figured it out. why else would he randomly mention the bisexual lighting thing?

"so?" he peeked up at you, watching the idle way you'd started looking around his room. "do you like it?"

"it's very you," you said with a soft hum. "kinda small, though."

"ah, well, yeah," he stretched his arms out, enough that he could reach the window if he boosted himself toward it a little. "this is the smallest room in the apartment. felix needed enough space for his gaming setup, and since seungmin is sharing a room with jeongin..."

you could connect the dots for yourself. "how sweet of you," you giggled. you sat down at the end of his bed, drawing your legs up so you could sit criss-cross next to him. your heart already started to pick up as you decided that this was it. it would be better to rip off the band-aid, wouldn't it? if chris wasn't the guy you thought he was... "i do like the lighting in here, though."

"oh, yeah?" he'd reached over to take your hand. "bisexual lighting. blue and pink are a really good color combination, i think."

"bisexual lighting, bisexual girlfriend..." you hummed to yourself, trying to act as casual as you could despite the way your heart was racing now. "seems like you just have a thing for bisexuality."

chris looked up, studying you for a moment. a moment later, he just smiled. "i guess i do," he said. and then he yanked you down so that you came crashing onto his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you. "funny how that works out, hm?"

you just rested against him, watching the way he giggled to himself a little. he didn't seem offended in the slightest, which was good. "chris, i..."

he looked at you with a him. "is something wrong?" he paused, "did... did i say something wrong? i swear, i didn't mean to make you think i suspected something or wanted you to come out already—"

you shook your head. "nah. i know that." gently, you patted his arm. "i'm just glad you're you."

he shifted enough so that he was sitting up, you still in his arms, and he leaned in to kiss your temple. he nuzzled the side of your cheek, before planting one soft kiss against your lips. "i'm glad that you're you, too, angel."

lee minho

minho found you curled up in a bedroom upstairs in his house, hyperventilating. he heard what was said just as you did, so he knew... but he made his way over, kneeling down in front of you. this wasn't the first time he'd found you in the middle of a panic attack. but this time, he knew you better. he knew how to take care of you. once you were calm, he'd treat you to whatever you wanted before going home. it was the least he could do.

"can i touch you?" he said softly. when you nodded, he reached up to take your hands. "i'll count. all you have to do is breathe."

despite it, you started to babble out apologies. that you were going to tell him, really, but you wanted to do it on your own time and—

minho squeezed your hands. "i'm not angry at you," he promised. "it's okay. let's calm down together."

without giving you the space you would use to get carried away again, minho began to count. despite the hiccups and the fact you felt like you could start crying all over again, you shut your eyes and tried your best to calm down. his voice was soft and even, slowly counting from one to ten and back down again. you didn't know how many times he did it, to be honest. all you knew was that once you could breathe again, minho had reached up to pull you into his arms.

"it's okay," he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss against your temple. when he drew back, it was to look you in the eyes. "i love you. if you want me to forget what i heard, i will."

but other people won't. you wiped at your eyes. "minho, i..." you hiccuped again. no doubt your makeup was ruined at this point, and you'd made a point of making yourself look cute because this was supposed to be a fun night out.

"we can go down the stairs toward the back and go around the house," minho ran his thumb along your knuckles. "no one will see us."

you nodded slowly. "okay, but..." with another hiccup, you reached up to cup his cheek. "can... can i say it? and we can just pretend it's the first time you're hearing it?"

he nodded. "whatever you need."

with a deep breath, you pushed away those lingering nerves. "hi." you blinked back tears. "i love you. i'm bisexual. i hope this doesn't cha—"

"it doesn't." he leaned in to kiss you, soft and sweet and short. "it never would, honey."

your breath hitched at how tender he was treating you, always so loving and soft when you needed him to be. minho could tease you endlessly at times, or he could be blunt and funny and weird... but he was one of the most loving people you knew. the light caught your couple's ring just right, and it felt the universe was sending you a reminder that you'd made the right choice in being with him.

"i love you," he said in a low voice, and he brushed back a strand of hair from your face. "thank you for trusting me with this." he stood up, gently tugging for you to stand with him. "let's go home."

before he could move, you pulled him back into your arms. the two of you just stood there, holding one another for as long as you needed to face the world again.

seo changbin

you weren't sure how the two of you ended up on this topic. one minute, changbin had been telling you about a recent outing he had with a friend. the next, the two of you were talking about your past relationships. changbin had been tracing his fingers alongside your arm idly, talking about a high school girlfriend when he finally turned the topic around on you. he'd been nervous the first time he kissed her, heart racing and everything. he'd been nervous the first time he kissed you, too, apparently.

"you dated before you met me, right?"

ah. shit. either you had to outright lie about your past relationships, few as they may be, or... just tell him. one of your friends had always been insistent on you telling the people you dated up front about your identity, just to weed out the bad ones. but you'd always ended up shying away from the idea a bit, especially when you ended up attached to people. and changbin...

well... it'd been a little too easy to get attached to changbin. ever since the night he'd asked you to officially be his girlfriend, all starry-eyed and blushy, you'd sworn you fell for him then and there.

"yeah," you said, not meeting his gaze. "i dated a little, yeah."

"well?" he watched you curiously. "am i better than those guys?" he'd teased you, smiling a cute smile that always left you wanting to kiss him.

you glanced up, watching him for a second. "well. guy and girl, but yeah, i'd say you're pretty cool."

he blinked once, then twice, and seemed to take it in stride. "ah." he toyed with the bracelet around your wrist. "so... you're...?"

"bisexual. i've known since middle school," you shrugged. "is that a big deal?"

"no!" he quickly shook his head. "i was just curious. i heard that people use different labels, so..." his fingers brushed against your skin now. "i wanted to know. is that okay?"

the earnest way he asked you made you snort a little. "more than okay," you leaned in to kiss his cheek. "thank you for not freaking out or anything. the last guy i dated got weird about it and asked if i was straight when i was with him." you rolled your eyes. "i was young and stupid, so i didn't leave him when he asked, but i think it was a huge reason in why i did break things off."

changbin reached forward, drawing you closer to him. "well... i'm glad you did." he smiled at you, cheeks turning pink. "thank you for telling me, by the way," he squeezed your hips. "i trust you a lot, too."

with a giggle, you closed the distance between the two of you. truly, you'd lucked out with getting someone so cute into your life.

hwang hyunjin

"i like the colors of this one." hyunjin leaned over to where you had sketched out a embroidery design again on paper. he'd tapped the one in the colors of the bi flag, a sketch you'd done purely for your own self-indulgence while testing out colors, and something about that made your heart leap into your throat. "they look the prettiest here."

all you had meant to do was ask hyunjin for a second opinion on the colors for the flowery design you'd put together. you'd already set the design itself in stone days ago, but ended up spending way too much time that same afternoon drawing it out over and over with colored pencils to get an idea of how you wanted it to be composed. nothing seemed to make you happy, so when hyunjin came over to spend a cozy night in with you... you figured why not get your artistically inclined boyfriend to give his opinion?

"oh, really?" you tried your best to sound nonchalant about the whole thing. "you think so?"

he nodded. "i like the pastel ones, too... but this one is still the prettiest," he rested his head in one hand. "it's like that sunset we saw once... the one i took a picture of?" he traced the tip of his finger over the paper, careful not to smudge anything by accident. "you've always liked those colors, too."

that evening, you'd stepped out of a restaurant ahead of hyunjin. the sky had been a beautiful mix of blue and pink and purple, and you'd stepped a little farther to stand in awe of it. hyunjin snapped a picture of it (and you), and saved it as his phone background for a while. you didn't have the courage to tell him why you'd been so entranced by it. but this time...

"yeah," you said softly. "hyunjin, can i tell you something?"

he looked up, and you could already see how concerned he was. "did i say something bad?"

you shook your head. quietly, you reached for his hand, and held it within both of your own. "i like those colors because they're the same colors as the bisexual flag... so they mean something personal to me."

he glanced down at your hands for a moment, a bit clueless as to how serious the conversation had turned. "okay...?"

as much as you loved hyunjin and his witty, sometimes sarcastic brain, you swore his brain was always a step behind when you were even slightly touchy with him. he'd told you once that you made it hard to concentrate, but that had been in your early days of dating. "do i need to say it directly?"

he shook his head. "you're bisexual. right?"

you nodded. "is... is that going to be a problem?"

another shake of his head. "no," he said. "but thank you for telling me," he said softly. "i... should show you something."

he drew his hand away from your own, pulling his phone out of his back pocket. all too easily, he pulled up a picture he'd taken of a work-in-progress watercolor painting. you could clearly make out your silhouette against that sky. hyunjin's face had started to turn red.

"i was going to surprise you, but..." his eyes were softer as he gazed at you. "i want you to have it when i'm done. okay?"

"it's already beautiful," you cupped his cheeks, drawing him toward you. "thank you, darling."

han jisung

"i'm bisexual. it's okay if you want to leave me because of it."

the second sentence had broken his heart the moment he heard you say it over the phone. that was why jisung told you to wait for him: he'd be at your apartment within the next thirty minutes, if public transport was kind to him. all he had done was promise that he wasn't breaking up with you, just to hopefully set your mind at east. why had you chosen to do this over the phone...? he shook his leg as he sat on the bus, mind racing with possibilities. is it because you didn't trust him to react well...? or had you been too scared to do it any other way, so this was the easier way? he wasn't sure. all he could hope was that you trusted him either way. the last thing he wanted to do was make you feel like you weren't safe to be your most authentic self with him.

he ended up racing up the steps of your apartment complex, grumbling about how today, of all days, the elevator was out of order. not that it mattered. even if it left him winded, he pushed through it to end up at your door. and when he saw your face again, he saw a mix of emotions had built up inside you. a sense of relief that he was, indeed, there before you. a sense of fear because he'd raced there as fast as he could (to your knowledge)... to do what? to say what?

"i love you." he said, still a little breathless from the rush there. "and... and i accept you. and—" he reached into his pocket. "i made you this."

it was a small beaded bracelet he'd managed to string together quickly with the help of felix. he didn't explain the color choice: all he said was that they were colors you liked, and felix had accepted the reason easily enough. pink and purple and blue hearts, cute as could be. it needed to be cute: it was for his love, after all.

tears welled up in your eyes as jisung stretched the bracelet over your wrist. he kept your hand within his own, his touch as gentle as could be. "thank you for telling me," he said. "and... and i'd never leave you just because of who you are. i... i'm sorry if i ever made you think that."

you shook your head quickly, tears rolling down your cheeks. "i just... you... wouldn't have been the first to do it."

you could see the way jisung's heart broke in his eyes, his gaze so soft as he watched you. "oh. honey..." he reached up, cupping your cheek. "you don't have to worry about that. okay? i love you."

the tender way he said it to you now just proved how much he meant it. despite the fact that he was still standing in the hallway outside of your apartment, you stepped forward so that you could kiss him right then and there. the beads pressed into your wrist, a tiny gift to remind you just how much he cared. how quickly had he pulled it together...? you'd have to ask him later. but you drew back, smiling through your tears.

"i love you, too," you said softly. "thank you."

felix lee

"are you going to marry sebastian again this game?" felix's little character sprinted across your screen, making a last ditch effort to throw things into the shipping bin before the day is over. "i can save any stuff he likes if you are."

"nah. he's all yours." you tugged your blanket closer to your shoulders. felix hadn't said anything yet, so... maybe he didn't see the dish you left at his place? "hey, sunshine? did you get any water?"

"huh?" he looked up at his camera, gazing at you for a moment before looking over at his water bottle. he picked it up, gave it a slight shake, and then his head fell back. "shit."

"finish off this day," you said. "i'll wait."

as soon as he hopped into bed, the two of you were greeted with the end-of-day shipping screen. the day's earnings ticked up, and you watched as felix unraveled himself from his blankets and promised he'd be back in a few minutes. quietly, you watched him leave the room, door left open as he went to get water.

and you began counting down. he'd walk into his kitchen, go to refill his bottle... only to find the baking dish covered on his countertop. he'd ask himself how he missed it, and then—

"did you come by earlier?" felix was already coming back in the room, toting the thing in his hands. "you didn't tell me."

"i just dropped something off," you rested your head in your hands. "wore a mask the entire time. there's soup in the fridge, too."

he pouted as he looked up at the screen. "you didn't have to do that. you can't be cute when i'm sick like this..." he sniffled, and then ran a hand through his hair to push it out of his eyes. "are these lemon bars?"

less than a minute for him to call you cheesy, counting down now. he popped open the cover, only to stop and realize you'd spelled something out in powdered sugar. he looked up, staring at you for a minute.

"baby... did you literally just come out to me using lemon bars?"

"what, was i not supposed to?" you were fighting back a smile. you knew felix would be the one person you could one-hundred-percent trust with pulling a stunt like this. "but... yeah," you watched him. "you know how i've been weird lately? it's... kind of because of this." chewing the inside of your cheek, you watched him. "i just... i dunno. i've known for so long, and i feel like i should have told you sooner, but... i just really love you, you know? and i—"

felix stopped you before you could go on, "you don't owe me anything. so... don't say you should have told me sooner. it's your choice," he said, firm as he could be with you, "and you shouldn't make it based on what you think i do or don't deserve."

you blinked back tears. how did you get so lucky...? not every time you've told someone about your bisexuality went this well. fuck, some former friends were cruel to you over it—saying all the biphobic bullshit you'd seen ten times over online from complete strangers, even though it had never been directly aimed at you. the only reason you felt safe talking to felix about this now was because he'd been so warm and welcoming, and so normal about saying the words "her girlfriend" when telling you about some friends he'd met online.

all of a sudden, you were booted out of the game. before you could say anything, you could see felix gathering his things.

"i'm coming over," he said. "i'll—i'll wear a mask the entire time so you don't get my cold. i just... i wanna see you. is that okay?"

you nodded. "i'll be waiting."

kim seungmin

"... and so he broke up with her because she told him she's bisexual," you said, head resting in your hand. this entire story was an elaborate lie, but you needed to gauge something due to recent realizations you'd had about yourself. you just needed to know if seungmin would think that it was fucked up. it wouldn't guarantee your safety with him (nothing would, except you actually coming out), but it'd at least give you hope.

seungmin looked up. "really?" he'd been scrolling through social media on his phone. "what year is it?" he frowned. "it wasn't like she'd cheated or anything, right?"

something about the question twisted your stomach, the harmful stereotype nipping at the back of your mind. you spoke without hesitating: "being bisexual doesn't mean she cheated. it doesn't mean anyone is more likely to cheat."

"that's not—" seungmin paused, shaking his head. "no, you're right. i'm sorry. it's not what i meant, but..."

he didn't say anything further, but the way he was looking at you told you that seungmin was starting to figure things out. whether he'd figure out the story was a lie was more up in the air. but the quick way you'd defended this person you made up. "he just... said she was too confused for him," you lied. "that he didn't want to be with someone indecisive."

seungmin nodded slowly. "i think that's cruel." he watched you carefully, lips pressed together as he just... waited for you to say anything else. "is that—"

"i'm bisexual." the words slipped out of your mouth before you could think twice about it. "and i made the story up. i—i know testing you was wrong, but i wanted to know before i said anything so, i... i just..." tears brimmed your eyes, betraying you all too easily. why were you crying?

seungmin set aside his phone, moving in to wrap an arm around you. "i kind of figured that it was a lie," he said quietly. "how long have you known?"

your face heated up. why would he ask...? "kind of recently," you admitted. "i mean... i always kind of had girl crushes, but i kept thinking that they weren't as real or as valid because i never acted on any of them because i was too shy." it'd taken you a while to unravel those feelings, to fully accept that your attraction to women was just as valid as your attraction to men. but learning to accept it had been so, so important to you. "i'm sorry i didn't tell you sooner, but—"

he shook his head, hands finding your own after a moment. "you're getting upset," he said, calm and steady as ever. "i think we should calm down and then talk about this."

you pulled one hand away so you could roughly wipe at your eyes. "so you're not mad...?"

"why would i be mad?" he frowned at you. "it's your identity. not mine. it doesn't change how you feel about me, right?"

you shyly nodded.

"then why would i be upset?" seungmin reached up to brush a strand of hair from your face. "i'd only be upset if you broke up with me because i love you. not because you're bisexual."

sometimes you appreciated how matter-of-fact seungmin could be. you'd seen the twinkle in his eyes whenever he was teasing you, but seungmin had always been good about fully stepping back and being straightforward when you needed it the most. slowly breathing in and out, you focused on calming yourself down entirely.

"i love you," he said firmly. "and... i'm glad that you choose me. it's sweet."

you were choosing him. it was such an obvious sentiment that you'd always felt, even when you thought you were only "truly" attracted to men, but it oddly meant more to hear him say now. he was acknowledging your attraction to others as equally valid, wasn't he? you just leaned in, pressing a tiny kiss against his cheek.

"of course," you said softly. "i'd always choose you, silly."

yang jeongin

"what flag is that?"

the world seemed to stop around you. jeongin had been stretched out on your bed (the first time he'd ever been in your room, actually), waiting for you to finish an essay for one of your classes. the two of you were going to go out for dinner to celebrate six months together... and now jeongin had noticed the one thing you feared could end your relationship then and there. you were out and proud with your friends, with your housemates. but jeongin? you hadn't told jeongin yet. you were going to, at your own pace, but now felt a little soon...

so you decided to play dumb, looking away from your laptop. "what flag?"

jeongin just pointed at the little enamel pin frame you had, half-filled with pins. one of them had been a gift from your best friend after you came out to her: a little heart with the colors of the bi flag on it that she ordered that same day and gave to you a week later. you wore it to pride when you went with her last year, but you mostly kept it on display out of fear that you'd lose it. sure, it was easily replaceable... but the meaning behind it made it too sentimental to you to even risk it. you blinked, unsure of what to say.

jeongin rolled onto his side, watching you. "what country is that? is that a country's flag?" he rested his head against his hand. "the colors are too cool for that."

in any other situation, you would laugh. you reached out instead, fixing the pin from where it was a little crooked. "it's a bisexual pride pin. it's, uh, got the flag on it."

"ah." he nodded, looking at it. "i like the colors. they're pretty." he looked up. "is it yours?"

was this his way of letting you lie to him if you wanted to...? you looked at jeongin, and quietly nodded after a moment. "yeah," you said, ignoring the way your nerves were frazzled. no point in holding back now. "it's mine. my best friend gave it to me when i came out to her," you turned back to your laptop. "i usually wear a more subtle one, but... i didn't wanna lose this one, so..."

he nodded. a moment later, he reached out to stop you from typing away at your laptop. "are you okay?" his fingers came to rest on your pulse point, and you realized the ass was straight up checking to make sure you were okay. "oh, wow, your heart is racing."

"i just came out to you, you jerk," you playfully swatted at his arm. "of course my heart is racing."

he chuckled, "i thought it was just because i'm here." another playful swat at him sent him into giggles. "i mean it, though... are you okay?" he sat up, tugging one of your pillows into his lap. "you didn't have to tell me. i'm glad you did, because i really like you, but you could have lied if you weren't ready and i wouldn't have been upset."

"i wouldn't have done it if i wasn't ready," you said. "i trust you, jeongin." you turned after you saved the final draft of this essay one last time, reaching out to cup his face. "okay? let me submit this and then we can go out."

"okay," he turned his face so that he could kiss the side of your thumb. "but i want to buy dinner."

"jeongin—"

"coming out is really big, right?" his eyes were twinkling a little as he smiled at you. and when you nodded, he just kissed the side of your thumb again. "so i'll buy dinner tonight. we can split it next time."

instead of turning back to your laptop, you rolled your chair over so it was next to the bed. leaning in, you planted a soft kiss against his lips. "you're sweet," you said when you pulled back. "thanks, jeongin."

"of course," he said, voice softer than before. "i love you—" he paused, catching himself, "i really like you—"

you let him go as he changed the topic abruptly, pretending that he didn't just drop the big "L" word in one of the cutest ways you could imagine. instead, you just made plans to tell him you loved him when he walked you home tonight. just so he knew he wasn't alone in that.

[imfinereallyy]

Eddie draws on the edge of Steve’s hip, where his shirt rides up from stretching across Eddie’s bed. He’s humming to himself a song Steve doesn’t recognize, but it soothes him.

“What are you drawing?” Steve speaks softly; something about the moment feels gentle. He doesn’t want to break it.

“Hmmm, it’s a secret.” Eddie peaks beneath his bangs and smiles.

Steve leans up on his elbows, “Well, that’s not fair; I think I should know what’s going on my body?”

Eddie only looks at him with mischief as he continues to doodle. “Be grateful, Harrington. You’re getting an original Munson for free.”

Steve can’t help the laugh that escapes him. It is just like Eddie to say something like that. Playful and mean, it makes something settle in Steve. For a long time, he only knows the pain from harsh comments or a sentence with a bite. It is a welcomed change, to feel a bubble of happiness after a light jab.

“Whatever you say, Munson. Just let me see.” Steve tries to push up further to sneak a peek, but Eddie uses his free hand to push him down to the bed. He just happens to catch Steve off guard, sending him into a sprawl that can only be described as a starfish.

“I’m not finished yet.” Eddie grabs his hips and pins him still while he draws. After a few more moments, he says, “Done!”

Steve looks at his work and releases a snort that breaks the careful tension between them. “Are those boobs?”

“Why yes, they are, and a good representation if I say so myself.”

“Do you even know what boobs look like? Like the live version?” Steve knows he should be mad at the sharpie-drawn breasts on his body, but he can’t find it in him to have an angry tone.

“We’ll no. I don’t. And I would much prefer to keep it that way.”

Steve chokes on his spit a little bit, “Did you just come out to me, Eds?”

Steve isn’t sure what he expects. Denial, maybe, Eddie taking back what he said. Steve knows he isn’t handling this right. He doesn’t think Robin would be too happy with his response.

Steve thinks maybe he should see a little bit of fear in Eddie’s demeanor. That shakiness that comes with telling someone a dangerous secret.

What he gets, in the end, isn’t something he could have predicted. Eddie smiles softly, a little bit of his tooth peeking out, and lays his head gently on Steve’s leg. He’s calm and collected. He’s happy, Steve realizes.

“Yea, I guess I did. Not like it was much of a secret, though. Are you upset?” Eddie draws soft circles around the drawing on Steve’s hip—the rough callous on his thumb contradicting his tender touch.

Once again, although the conversation should be anxious, it’s not. Eddie’s question is spoken like he already knows the answer. Maybe he does.

“No, Eddie. I’m not mad. Never would be for that. Just thought it was a funny way of sharing a secret. Though, gotta admit, a very you way of doing it.”

This time Eddie throws his head back when he laughs, before settling back down on Steve’s leg. His giggles never really settled. “Like I said, Stevie wasn’t much of a secret anyway. Well, between us, that is at least. I like to think some, if not all, the kids are oblivious.”

“Erica definitely knows.”

Eddie’s eyes widen in mischief, “Oh, for sure. Pretty sure she would kick the others' asses, too, if they gave me shit for it. And she kicks hard too.”

It’s Steve’s turn to laugh. He’s never had this before, this casualness to serious conversations. Before, Steve is used to screaming and punching, drunken confessions in the bathroom, and throwing up on the mall floor. It isn’t like this, now, with Eddie in his trailer bedroom. It’s good. It’s safe.

“Thank you for telling me, Eds. Something like that is hard to share no matter who you tell it to.”

The softness is back again, “Like I said wasn’t much of a secret. Besides, I don’t think there isn’t any secret of mine you don’t know, Stevie. I think even when I don’t tell you, you kinda already know, don’t you?”

Steve leans one arm forward, while he places his weight on one elbow. He gently takes Eddie’s face in one hand, rubbing circles in the same motion as Eddie’s thumb on his hip.

God, I want to kiss him so bad sometimes, Steve thinks.

“Yea, I already know.”

[goblinontour]

And Seek Delirium

oh, he’s so in love

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

warnings: lawyer!alex (loosely), smut, (slight) sub!alex, handjob, fucking, rimming (f receiving), and one finger goes in briefly, begging, he’s down bad and clingy, think that’s all (no cocobolo)

word count: 6.8k

You had barely settled into bed when the intercom buzzed, loud enough to cut through the pillow you’d been pressing over your ears, pulling you from the soft cocoon. You groaned, dragging the pillow over your head as if it might somehow muffle the obnoxious sound. No such luck. It rang again, louder this time. The buzzing persisted, insistent, demanding your attention until you finally caved, throwing the covers off and scrambling over to answer.

You groaned, rolling over and scrambling toward the receiver. “Hello?” you said, half-expecting what was coming and knowing exactly who was coming but too tired to be sure.

On the other end, Alex’s voice crackled through. “I’m here. I’m here.” he announced, almost triumphant, a little too loud, a little too slurred. That slur in his words made it obvious. He’d been drinking. Hard.

He sounded winded too, like he’d just run to your building when he realised how late it was, probably trying to make up for lost time. You could picture him now, leaning against the wall downstairs, his face probably pressed and squished to the cold metal of the intercom, his breath warm and sticky from whatever he’d been drinking. His words were muffled and lazy, like he was talking with his mouth almost right up against the speaker.

The thought made you smile, even if he was a little late. Okay, a lot late. He had probably been knocking back drinks with some people he was handling business with, forgetting about the time until the alcohol caught up to him.

“I was already in bed.” you sighed, resting your forehead against the wall. You weren't really mad, just...tired. He was supposed to be here hours ago, but you knew how these nights went.

He laughed softly, a low rumble that vibrated through the intercom. “That’s perfect. I’ll just get in with you. Let me in.” he mumbled, voice slightly muffled, probably because his cheek was still glued to the cold metal. 

You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at the corner of your mouth betrayed you. He had a key, he just didn’t have the one for downstairs anymore. You’d lost count of how many times he’d shown up needing to be buzzed in because he was waiting for someone to come out or for you to answer, usually after he’d lost track of time doing exactly what he was doing tonight.

“I was almost asleep, babe. I’m tired.” you tried again, your voice softer this time, but still teasing him. You’d picked up on the intentions in his voice already.

There was a beat of silence on his end before you heard a soft snicker, and then “I’ll wake you up…with my penis.” he said, dragging out the words, elongating that last one like it was the funniest thing he’d ever said, followed by a self-satisfied chuckle. You could practically hear him shifting against the intercom, probably playing with the buttons like they were the most interesting thing in the world right now, no doubt drawing curious looks from any passerby.

You couldn't help it. You laughed. Despite the absurdity, despite how late it was, there was something about him when he got like this. “You’re an idiot.” you muttered, pressing the buzzer to let him in, already hearing him muttering something incoherent into the speaker as the door unlocked.

He didn’t wait for you to say anything more, probably didn’t even notice the door unlocking. It was a good thing too because, as you heard the faint click of the front door opening, you were sure he wouldn’t have made it up otherwise. His usual trick of relying on a neighbour or someone leaving the building to sneak him in had come in clutch once again. 

Alex leaned back from the intercom just in time to see the girl from the floor below heading out, probably on her way to get just as drunk as he already was. He gave her a lazy wave as he stumbled into the building, feeling victorious. His legs were jelly, his head spinning just enough that the idea of climbing the stairs felt like an Olympic event. Still, he managed, one hand braced against the railing as he took each step slowly, as if he was conserving what little energy he had left.

You could hear the faint sounds of his footsteps from the stairwell below. He could’ve taken the elevator. But he was probably too impatient, or too drunk to bother finding the button, his mind already half focused on the thought of getting to your bed. 

By the time he reached your door, he could barely remember how many floors he’d climbed, only that the light outside your apartment felt too bright and the hallway felt too narrow. He fumbled for a second, knocking half-heartedly before leaning against the door, waiting for you to let him in. 

You could hear him fumbling with the handle, cursing softly under his breath before you finally swung it open. He stumbled in, leaning against the doorframe for a moment, looking as though he’d just finished running a marathon. His hair was a mess, his jacket half-off his shoulder, and he gave you a lopsided grin that was pure, unapologetic Alex.

He straightened up, trying to appear more put-together than he actually was. His shirt was untucked, his belt buckle halfway undone as though he’d already started stripping down on the way. His grin was boyish and crooked, eyes glazed but warm as he saw you standing there in your pyjamas, rubbing your tired eyes. 

“Finally.” he slurred, stepping inside with no hesitation and immediately pulling you into a sloppy hug. His arms were loose around you, his cheek resting on top of your head. “Missed you. You look comfortable.” he slurred, his eyes already scanning the bed like it was the most inviting place on earth.

“I was comfortable.” you teased, propping yourself up on one elbow as you watched him. “You look like you could use a nap. You’re drunk.” you said, though your arms wrapped around his waist automatically. He smelled like whiskey and something sweet, and maybe the cologne he’d forgotten to apply properly before heading out. 

“A little.” he admitted, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. His breath was hot, tinged with alcohol as he spoke. “But no naps.” he said, making his way further inside with you in his arms and with a drunken swagger that had you laughing again. “I came here for...very specific reasons.”

“Oh, really? And what might those be?”

“To see you.” he mumbled, voice muffled by the fabric. Then, without missing a beat, he added, “And to use my penis, obviously.”

He didn’t waste any more time, tugging you toward the bedroom at last, though he swayed slightly with every step, his grip on your waist tightening like he needed you to keep him steady. When he finally flopped down onto the mattress, he let out a long, contented sigh, kicking off his shoes with clumsy enthusiasm.

You followed, climbing in beside him, though you couldn’t help but shoot him an amused look as he wiggled around, trying to get comfortable.

“I can’t believe you came here like this.” you muttered, shaking your head. You rolled your eyes again, but your smile softened. “You’re lucky I let you in.”

“Lucky…” he echoed, his breath evening out as his eyes fluttered closed, some exhaustion catching up with him. “Always lucky…with you.” 

You looked down at him, his tousled hair splayed out on the pillow, eyes slightly glassy but still sparkling. As you absently played with the tie around his neck, you felt the warmth radiating from him, the way his body relaxed against yours. “You know,” you said, your fingers twisting the fabric lightly, “you look really good like this. All rumpled and...well, a little ridiculous.” 

He laughed softly, the sound low and playful. “Ridiculous? Nah, I’m going for ‘debonair’.” he replied, his lips quirking into that familiar smile. You pulled him closer, using the tie to guide him into a kiss, feeling the spark ignite between you as his mouth moved against yours, warm and inviting.

“Tie me up.” he said, pulling back slightly, a cheeky grin plastered across his face. He stretched his arms above his head as if to encourage you, showcasing his muscular frame even through his shirt and inviting you to play. You couldn’t help but laugh at his boldness.

“How drunk are you?” you asked, already feeling the thrill rise in your chest as you tugged at the tie, loosening it from around his neck. 

“Don’t make me ask for it again.” he said playfully, wiggling his fingers at you as he spread his legs, making space for you to climb onto his lap. 

You positioned yourself comfortably, feeling the heat radiating between you, and took the tie in hand. “Alright then.” you said with a smirk, wrapping it around his wrists and tying it securely to the bedpost. “Let’s see how well you behave.”

“Hey, careful with that!” he teased, though there was a hint of excitement in his voice. He tested the restraints, a devilish smile on his face as he found himself effectively tied down. 

With a sudden sense of dominance, you pushed his pants down, exposing him fully. You noticed how sensitive he was, a soft gasp escaping his lips as the cool air hit his skin. It was also impossible not to notice how hard he was beneath his boxers, the fabric straining against him, barely containing the outline of his cock. His hips shifted restlessly, pushing up as if begging for your touch without saying a word, his breath quickening with every teasing brush of your fingers near his waistband.

“Come on, don’t be cruel.” he groaned, his voice thick with need, his wrists pulling slightly against the tie. His fingers flexed as if to grab onto something, anything, but he was helpless under your control, and the sight of him squirming and the way he couldn’t stop making those delightful little sounds only spurred you on further.

You trailed a single finger along the waistband of his boxers, watching his muscles tense in anticipation. His eyes were glued to your movements, pupils blown wide with lust. 

“Patience.” you whispered, deliberately avoiding the spot he so desperately wanted you to touch. 

“Patience?” he repeated, his voice full of exasperation, “I had to sit there for hours listening to those pricks talk about nothing but the damn stock market.” he groaned, shifting his hips closer, desperate for your touch. “All I could think about was you.”

You raised an eyebrow, amused by his confession as your fingers continued their slow, teasing dance along his skin. “Oh? Sounds dreadful.” 

“Like we’re lawyers, for God’s sake.” he continued, his voice thick with both desire and annoyance. “What the hell do stocks have to do with anything? I don’t care about any of it. All I wanted was to get out of there and have you.” His breath hitched as he tugged uselessly against his restraints, his desperation palpable as he ground up toward you again. “So, please...stop torturing me.”

You felt bad. He was cute. So you slowly pulled down the fabric of his boxers, revealing the smooth skin beneath. His erection sprang free, hard and pulsing, and you couldn’t help but admire how perfectly he filled your hand. You wrapped your fingers around him, the heat radiating from him sending a thrill through your body.

“Is this what you wanted?” you asked, your voice low and sultry as you gave him a gentle squeeze. 

He let out a desperate gasp, his head falling back against the bedpost as he writhed beneath you. “Yes…just like that…don’t stop.” he urged. 

You used your thumb and index finger to tease the tip of his cock, swirling around it and pinching.

“God, that feels amazing.” he groaned, biting his lip as he tried to keep his composure, his hips bucking slightly as he chased the sensation. 

“Yeah?” you said, stroking him gently as you took in the sight of him. “I hate giving hand jobs, you know? It’s like...ugh...I really have to do it in front of the expert?” You feigned annoyance, though a smirk crept onto your face.

“So just fuck me then, baby.” he said, voice thick with need, his breath hitching slightly as you continued your teasing. “I need you.”

You caressed his belly under his shirt, fingers tracing the lines of his abs, feeling him twitch under your touch. As you continued to stroke him, you leaned in closer, eyes locked onto his, watching the way his expression shifted between pleasure and desperation.

Your lips brushed against his ear as you whispered, “You’ve got to behave then, tied up and all.” His body responded to your words, his desire evident as he wriggled, the excitement bubbling between you. 

“Whatever you want, just...please.” he urged. You could tell he was ready, and that only fueled your own anticipation. 

“Whatever I want?” you asked as you continued to stroke him, slow. So, so slow. Your words hung in the air, daring him to offer more, testing just how far he was willing to go.

His breath hitched, and for a moment, you could see him trying to hold back a groan. “Yeah, whatever you want.” he said. He swallowed hard, his eyes locked on yours. “I’d even let you stick your fingers up my arse if that’s what you wanted.”

You paused for a moment, your grin widening at his boldness. “Oh, really?” you asked. He wriggled again, turned on by his own confession. 

“Yeah, I’m serious.” he continued, almost breathless now. “Whatever it takes, just…” 

“You really want this, don’t you?” you whispered, trailing your fingers lightly down his chest, which rose and fell with quickened breaths, and he nodded, eager but teasingly silent, waiting for you to make the next move.

“Tell me what you want, Alex.” you encouraged, your voice low and sultry. 

“Just...just touch me.” he said, and then chuckled softly. “Maybe…maybe no penetrating me right now.” He looked up at you, the amusement in his eyes giving way to raw desire. “You know what I like.” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. “You always know.” 

With a sly grin, you relished his urgency. “Alright, but you’ll have to wait a little longer.” you said, your fingers brushing lightly against him, teasing him without giving in to his pleas just yet. 

“Baby.” he protested, squirming slightly against the bedpost. “Don’t make me wait.”

You chuckled softly at his impatience, your fingers now wrapping around him again, stroking him. He gasped, a low sound that echoed in the quiet room, and you watched him closely, delighting in how his body responded to every touch. 

“See? This isn’t so bad, is it?” you teased, continuing your ministrations, alternating between firm strokes and soft caresses. 

“Ugh, you’re killing me.” he groaned, his head falling back against the pillow. “You know I can’t last like this.”

“Is that so?” you replied, your voice playful. “I should just keep you waiting, then.”

He let out a frustrated sigh, and you could see the way his patience was waning. “Please, I can’t take it anymore.” he said, his eyes pleading with you. “Just let me feel you. I need you…now.”

You felt a surge of satisfaction at his desperation, but the thrill of the moment drove you to keep him on edge a little longer. “Alright, alright.” you said, finally relenting, your voice softening as you looked into his eyes. “You’ve been a good boy. I’ll give you what you want.”

You climbed off his lap to take off his pants all the way, but you left his shirt on. And he watched you like an eager puppy as you repositioned yourself, getting into the right spot. You leaned over him, brushing your lips against his, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. 

As you reached for the waistband of your own pants, he bit his lip, eyes flicking down to watch you. “You’re killing me.” he repeated, this time with a mix of longing and admiration. 

“You like it.” you shot back playfully, finally sliding your pants off and straddling him. The moment you sank down onto him, both of you let out a collective sigh of relief, and you could feel him filling you completely. 

“God, yes.” he breathed, his fingers instinctively tightening against the bedpost, the sensation of being tied up only heightening his pleasure.

You began to move slowly at first, savouring the feeling of him inside you, the connection between you two as he watched you with those dark eyes. The tension that had built up earlier was quickly transforming into something sweeter, and as you started to pick up speed, the sound of skin meeting skin filled the room.

“You feel so good.” he murmured, his voice raw as he pushed against the restraints. “Don’t stop.”

You picked up the pace, feeling the heat rise between you as you rode him. The way he reacted, each gasp, each moan, only made you work harder, and you leaned in closer, kissing him, tasting the alcohol on his lips as he responded with equal fervour.

“I could get used to this.” he panted, a smile breaking through as you pulled back slightly, wanting to see his face. “Me tied up, at your mercy...”

“Only when you behave.” you teased, your breath hitching as you leaned back and felt him hit that sweet spot deep inside you.

“Then I’ll be good.” he promised, his words slurring slightly, lost in the pleasure you were both creating together. “Just keep doing that.” 

You obeyed him, even though he was supposed to not be in control. He always had control over you. You sank down deeper onto him, feeling every inch of his cock fill you completely, stretching you in a way that made your body tremble. He let out a groan, his body tensing beneath you, completely at your mercy. You could feel his thighs quivering as you took him so deep that he couldn’t even move if he tried, his cock buried inside you with nowhere left to go. 

You pressed yourself against him, holding him so close it felt like time had stopped. His breath came in ragged gasps, his head falling back against the bedpost, his chest rising and falling beneath your hands.

You didn’t want to move, didn’t want to break the connection as you stayed there, completely wrapped around him, feeling every pulse of his body against yours. He was so deep inside you that it felt like he was a part of you, like there was nowhere left for him to go, and yet you wanted to stay just like this forever, caught in the heat, in the intensity, in the perfect, overwhelming fullness of him.

“You feel so good.” you whispered, barely able to find your voice, your body trembling as you held him inside you. He could only nod, his eyes closed.

You felt a rush of excitement surge through your veins. You pulled your top off, letting it fall carelessly to the side. Your bare skin was now exposed to him, and you could see the way his eyes widened, drinking in the sight of you. Your heart raced as you noticed how his gaze fixated on your breasts, the way they bounced slightly as you continued to move above him.

“God, you’re so stunning.” he breathed. “I want to touch them so bad.” he said, frustration lacing his tone as he strained against the tie binding him to the bedpost. “It’s killing me that I can’t reach.”

You chuckled softly, a thrill of power coursing through you. “What’s that? You can’t reach? Poor baby.” you teased, leaning in closer so he could see every detail of you. “Maybe I should let you have a taste.” 

His cock twitched inside you at the thought. He tried to lean forward, but was held firmly in place. “Don’t tease me like that.” he said, half-laughing, half-serious, as he flexed his arms in frustration. “You know how much I want to touch you right now.”

You weren't necessarily used to being this bold with him, to wielding such power and control, but something about the way he looked at you, so desperate, so hungry, made you crave it even more. “Maybe I like teasing you.” you replied. “Besides, you brought this on yourself, remember? Asking to be tied up.”

“Okay, okay, you got me.” he conceded, a grin creeping onto his face. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t give me a little taste of what I’m missing. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Take what? The way you can’t touch me? Or the way I feel wrapped around you?”

Each word you spoke seemed to ignite a fire inside him. You watched as his eyes rolled back, his lips parting in a low moan. “Both.” he gasped, the need evident in his voice. “Just…please, don’t stop.”

You relished the control you had over him, the way he squirmed beneath you, longing to break free just to feel you. “You’ll have to wait.” you said, emphasising each word as you let your breasts bounce lightly in front of his face, watching the way his eyes tracked every movement.

“Fuck-” he groaned, biting his lip as he leaned back against the pillow, straining against his bindings again, but you could see that spark of determination in his gaze. “You’re really going to make me work for this, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” you teased, your smile widening as you continued to move, your body gliding against him, feeling the friction build between you. “You could always beg for it.”

“Please.” he said, mock seriousness in his tone but with genuine longing beneath it. “I’ll do anything. Just let me touch you.”

“What if I want you to beg harder?”

He threw his head back again, laughter mixing with pleasure as he squirmed beneath you. “You’re ruthless.” he admitted. “But fine, I’ll play along.”

“Good.” you said, leaning closer so your lips brushed against his ear. “Now, what do you want, Alex? Be specific.”

“I want to feel you, I want to touch you, I want you to let me kiss them.” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “Just once. Please.”

You paused, considering his request for a moment. “Maybe if you keep being a good boy.” you teased, your fingers tracing down his chest. “You’ll get what you want.”

“Fuckinh hell.” he said. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just- just give me a chance.”

With a soft chuckle, you relented slightly, leaning down so your breasts were just inches from his face. “Alright, just this once.” you said, pulling back enough to look him in the eye. “You can touch them, but only if you promise to be good.”

“I promise.” he said, his voice filled with genuine earnestness. “I swear.”

You leaned closer, allowing him just enough space to brush his fingers against you. The moment his hands made contact, you felt a shiver run down your spine as he explored, his touch gentle yet insistent. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” he murmured. 

“I think I have an idea.” you replied breathlessly, feeling the warmth of his hands on your skin, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch.

“Fuck, yes.” he said, his voice a husky whisper, his fingers deftly kneading and teasing. “You feel amazing.”

His hands, though tied, were still skilled, and he continued to find ways to worship you with his mouth when you leaned down and the limited movement of his arms when you allowed. 

“Faster, baby.” he urged. “I want to feel you.” You complied, your body moving instinctively to the rhythm of your shared pleasure. “Just like that, love.” he breathed as he watched you bounce on his cock. “You feel so good around me.”

“Yeah? You like it?” you teased, leaning down to kiss him deeply, your bodies moving in perfect harmony.

“More than you know.” he replied, as he thrust upward, matching your movements. 

The sound of his restrained moans filled the room as you rode him, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance, his eyes pleading silently as you pushed him closer to the edge. His breath hitched, and you knew he was close from the way he bucked his hips beneath you, seeking more friction, more intensity, more of your cunt, more, more, more.

“God, you feel so good.” he groaned, his voice strained as his muscles tightened. His head fell back against the pillow for the hundredth time, and his chest heaved with each ragged breath.

You were right there with him, feeling the tightening coil of your own release building, the heat rising in your core. His eyes flicked up to you, desperate and overwhelmed, and you couldn’t help but smile as you leaned forward, your breasts brushing against his face, smothering him, with no complaints from on part.

“Fuck-” he gasped, his hands uselessly straining against the tie as he tried to pull you closer, if that was even a thing. “I’m so close.”

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “Me too.”

And then it hit, the flood of sensation overwhelming you both at once. His hips bucked upward, and you felt him pulse inside you as he came, his body shuddering with the intensity of it. You collapsed against him, your chest pressing into his face as your own orgasm tore through you, the feeling of his cum inside of you only heightening your pleasure.

“God, yes.” you both moaned, the words coming out in unison, your voices blending together in the haze of satisfaction.

For a moment, everything was still, the only sound in the room your shared breaths, heavy and labored. You stayed there, wrapped around him, feeling his heartbeat slow beneath you as you both came down from the high. His head turned slightly, lips brushing against your skin as you both relished the closeness of the moment.

You let out a contented sigh, feeling the warmth of his body beneath you, still tied but completely at ease. His chest rose and fell with each breath, and you felt his hands flex again as he tried to reach for you.

“You’re incredible.” he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion. His face nuzzled against you, and you smiled, enjoying the closeness that always came with him after you’d fuck.

“You did pretty well yourself.” 

Alex chuckled, his breath warm against your skin as he shifted slightly beneath you. “You know, if you untie me, I could show you just how good I can be with my hands.”

You laughed, still catching your breath, and kissed the top of his head. “I think I like you just where you are.”

Your bodies remained entwined, the heat from your skin mixing with the lingering warmth of your shared release dripping between you. You both lay there, catching your breath, your chest still rising and falling as you rested against him. Alex shifted slightly beneath you, nuzzling his face against your chest, his breath tickling your skin.

“You really gonna leave me like this?” he asked, his voice playful, but there was a definite edge of pleading beneath it. He tugged his wrists again, trying to move, but to no avail. “Come on, love. Untie me, yeah? I want to feel you properly.”

You smiled down at him, running your fingers through his hair, feeling the dampness from sweat and heat. “You look pretty comfortable to me.” you said, tracing a finger along his jawline. “I think I like you all tied up like this. It’s a good look for you.”

He groaned dramatically, throwing his head back into the pillow. “You’re enjoying this far too much.” he said, his tone half exasperated, half amused. “I didn't think you’d get such a kick out of leaving me helpless.”

You grinned. “It’s not often I get you like this, Turner. You can’t blame me for wanting to savour the moment.”

Alex let out a low, frustrated laugh, his eyes following every movement of your body. “Savour all you want.” he said, shifting his hips slightly beneath you, the motion sending a little jolt of sensation through both of you. “But you're driving me insane. I need to touch you. I think I’ve more than earned it, love. I mean, I was good, wasn’t I?”

“Good, yeah. But I’m enjoying watching you squirm. It’s cute. You’re cute.”

He groaned again, louder this time, as he shifted beneath you. “If you untie me, I’ll make it worth your while.” he promised. 

“Oh?” you asked, cocking your head to the side as you looked down at him. “What do you have in mind, Turner?”

“I’ll make you feel things you didn’t know you could feel.” he replied smoothly. “Is that convincing enough?”

You laughed softly, leaning down to brush a kiss against his lips, your tongue lightly teasing his bottom lip before you pulled back again. “You always know just what to say.”

Something in the way he looked at you, so desperate, made you finally relent. Slowly, you untied him, his wrists slipping free. 

Before he could react, you leaned in and gave him a light slap across his cheek, playful but enough to catch his attention. Just as quickly, you slipped off of him, feeling his cock fall weakly onto his stomach, a frustrated whimper leaving his lips at the loss of contact. 

You stood up, moving toward your shirt, the cool air hitting your skin as you picked it up and slipped it back on. But the second you turned away, you felt his hands grasp your hips, pulling you back. 

“Hey, hey, hey, no.” Alex growled, his grip firm as he pushed you back down onto the bed. You landed on your stomach with a soft thud, and he was on top of you in an instant, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “Don’t go.”

You glanced back over your shoulder, breathless from the suddenness. “I was just going to the bathroom.” you protested, though you couldn’t hide the smile tugging at your lips.

“No.” he said again, his voice husky with intent.

“No?” you asked, your heartbeat quickening as you felt his hands moving down your body.

“No.” he repeated, more insistent this time as he gripped your hips tightly, lowering himself. His teeth grazed your skin as he bit your ass, a sharp, playful nip. He followed it with slow, teasing kisses on both your cheeks, alternating between them. Left and right. And repeat.

One of his hands slid between your legs, spreading your cheeks apart as his other moved lower, gathering the slick remnants of his cum from you. You felt him pause for a moment, his finger hovering at your other hole. 

“Can I?” he asked, his voice full of curiosity, desire laced in every word.

You nodded, your body already responding to his touch. He pushed a finger inside, slowly, testing your limits, watching intently as your body took him in. The pressure sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through you. But it didn’t last long. Within moments, he withdrew his finger, deciding on something else. The next thing you felt was his tongue, hot and eager, licking at you. The loss of his digit was quickly replaced by the wet, insistent pressure of his mouth as he dove in.

“Oh, God…” you breathed, your fingers curling into the sheets. 

With one hand gripping your hip to keep you steady, his other hand slipped beneath your shirt, fingers dancing over your nipple. You couldn’t stop yourself from arching your back, pressing into him more. 

“Alex…oh, God…” you moaned. 

“Tell me how good it feels.” he said. “Let me hear you.” 

“Feels amazing.” you managed to gasp, unable to suppress the pleasure building within you. 

“Good.” he replied, satisfaction lacing his tone as he continued to lavish attention on you. 

With that, he dove back in, his focus becoming more intense. The way he licked and teased sent you further into bliss, and each flick of his tongue pushed you closer to the edge. You could feel yourself teetering on the brink, entirely lost in the sensations he was creating.

“Don’t stop.” you urged as your body instinctively responded to his every movement. The tightness in your core was almost overwhelming, and you felt like you were about to shatter at any moment.

“Never.” he promised. 

You felt his hand glide down your body, sliding between your legs to find your clit. The moment his fingers made contact, a jolt of pleasure shot through you, sharp and intense. Even drunk, Alex knew exactly what he was doing. He knew you, knew your body, and how to unravel you effortlessly.

His fingers circled your clit with just the right amount of pressure, perfectly timed with the flicks of his tongue. Every touch, every stroke, sent you higher, and your hips bucked against him, craving more. He adjusted seamlessly, his rhythm unrelenting. 

It was almost maddening how well he knew his way around you, how he could push you right to the edge with such ease. He played you like an instrument, his hand and mouth working in perfect harmony, coaxing you closer and closer to that sweet release.

Now you were completely at his mercy. Your mind went blank until you could feel that tight knot deep inside you unravelling, pulling you right to the brink of ecstasy.

“Alex…I’m so close.” you gasped, your voice shaky as you surrendered. 

“Good, let go for me.” he urged. “I want to feel you. Let it all out.”

With those words, the tension in your body snapped, and you cried out. You felt the world blur around the edges. Alex didn’t relent, continuing to lick and tease, drawing out your release as you bucked against him. You could hear your own cries mingling with his low chuckle of satisfaction.

You instinctively pushed away from him, your body too sensitive to handle any more of his relentless attention. He let you move, but not without a playful protest.

“Don’t make me chase you. You know I’ll catch you every time.”

You squealed, half-jokingly trying to push him away again, though the way your heart raced told you how much you secretly loved the idea. The heat in your cheeks gave you away, and Alex noticed. 

“What if I want you to chase me?” you teased, grinning as you tried to put some distance between you and the inevitable.

His gaze softened, but his voice dropped into that deep, sultry tone that always made your stomach flutter. “Oh, love, I will always chase you.” he promised. His hand reached out, pulling you back gently, but with a firmness that left no room for protest. “But right now.” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, “I want you right here.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. The weight of him, the feel of his body enveloping yours, made you melt back into him as he pressed you down into the sheets. You were right where he wanted you, where you wanted to be, wrapped up in him, the chase ending exactly where it always did — in each other’s arms.

“God, it’s hot in here.” he murmured, shifting slightly. 

“Then take off your shirt.” you suggested. 

He shook his head. “I don’t want to move from you.” he replied, his arms tightening around you as if to emphasise his point. 

“You want me to help you?”

“Would you?” 

You nodded and moved. He let you shift away, rolling onto his back to give you better access. As you unbuttoned his shirt, you could see the excitement in his eyes, the way he watched your every move.

“A little more.” you encouraged, pulling the fabric from beneath him and tossing it aside. He stretched out, muscles rippling beneath his skin, and you couldn’t help but admire the sight. 

“I should really clean up.” you said, glancing at the mess between your legs. 

“Do I have to let you go?” 

“Just for a moment, I promise.” you replied, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips before slipping off the bed. You quickly put your clothes back on, feeling a mix of satisfaction and warmth at the sight of him still sprawled out. Naked. Carefree. 

As you returned to the mattress, Alex’s expression shifted to something more clingy. “You took too long.” he pouted, reaching for you and pulling you close once more, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“Sorry, I was just trying to be responsible.” you laughed softly, settling into his embrace.

“I don’t want you to be responsible.” he replied, his voice suddenly serious as he nuzzled into your neck. “I want you right here, with me. Don’t leave again.”

“Okay, okay, I’m right here.” you reassured him, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise?” he asked, his tone playful but laced with sincerity.

“Promise.” you said, tracing your fingers along his arms, feeling how he relaxed under your touch. 

“Good.” he murmured, tightening his grip around you. “I like having you close. It’s nice.” 

“It is nice.” you agreed, feeling your heart swell as you melted into him. “But you have to let me move sometimes, too.”

“Nope.” he replied stubbornly, holding you even tighter. 

You chuckled, the sound mixing with the warmth in the air. “Okay.”

You took his hands in yours, gently rubbing at his wrists when you noticed the slight red marks left from the tie. Your touch was soft, soothing, and Alex watched you with a lazy smile on his face. His eyes softened at the touch, giving way to something tender.

“Do they hurt?” you asked as you traced over the marks.

He shook his head, smiling softly. “Nah, I’m good. Actually, I really enjoyed that...and not just because I’m drunk.” he admitted, his cheeks flushing slightly. “I mean, maybe the alcohol helped me loosen up a bit, but...I liked it. A lot.”

Your heart fluttered and you squeezed his hands just a little tighter. “You’re not just saying that?”

He shook his head again, his hair falling messily into his eyes as he looked at you, his expression so sincere it almost made your chest ache. “No, I’m serious. It was...I dunno, it felt good to let go. I trust you like that.”

You smiled, feeling warmth flood through you. “I liked it too. You were good to me.”

He chuckled, his voice a little lighter now. “Good, huh? Good enough for a kiss?” he asked. 

“Yes.” you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, lingering just long enough for him to savour it. He hummed against your mouth, clearly satisfied but always  hungry for more.

After a moment, you pulled back, resting your forehead against his as you spoke. “I need to go see the office tomorrow.” you said quietly, watching his face for any sign of protest.

He wrinkled his nose, a little pout forming. “Do I have to come too?” he asked, his voice almost childlike in its sweetness.

You laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. “Only if you want to.”

Alex thought about it for a second, then shrugged, that easygoing smile returning to his lips. “I trust you to choose.” he said, his voice warm and full of faith. “Besides,” he added with a playful smirk, “I’m pretty sure I’d just be a distraction.”

“You? A distraction? Never.” you teased, laughing softly as you pressed another kiss to his cheek. “But I think I’ll be fine.”

“I know you will.” he murmured, pulling you closer again, his arms wrapping around you as if he couldn’t bear to let you go just yet, not like anyone asked him to, but still. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

His warmth and sweetness completely enveloped you. “I think you might be a little drunker than you realise.” you said, though the sincerity in his voice made that a redundant statement. 

“Maybe.” he admitted, his voice soft. “Nah, I’m serious.” 

You smiled, letting the moment linger as he held you close. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.” you whispered, knowing that’s what he needed to hear.

“And I’ll be here waiting.” he replied, kissing the top of your head, his arms wrapped securely around you as the night gently carried you both into sleep.

a/n: i feel like it’s kinda bad but not that bad so it’s alright. this was supposed to be waaay longer but i decided to split it into 2 fics, so i’ll post the other part soon

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[littlelamy]

dont know If you’re still taking requests but could you do a rafe x tall reader (like im 5’9 and rafe being 6’2 is soooo ugh) please its tough for us out here 😭😭😭

a/n: thank you so much for sending a request!💗

the air felt different as soon as you stepped into the living room. it was heavy, like the weight of a thousand thoughts pressing down on you. you glanced down at the pair of black high heels sitting next to the couch, their sleek design tempting yet intimidating. you'd wanted to wear them for ages, to feel more elegant. but every time you tried them on, an overwhelming sense of self-consciousness flooded you.

you were 5'9'', and most of the time, it was fine. hell, you didn’t even care about it half the time. but the idea of being even taller in heels? that made you nervous. you were already used to being noticed, used to people glancing up at you with a hint of surprise. wearing the heels would only draw more attention. and honestly? you didn’t know if you wanted that.

“hey,” rafe’s voice broke through the haze of your thoughts. his voice, low and calming, filled the room like a warm breeze. you turned toward him, his blue eyes watching you with a mix of curiosity and affection. he was lounging on the couch, his legs spread comfortably, looking like he’d just rolled out of bed, which he probably had. his tousled blond hair fell lazily over his forehead, and there was a slight smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

“you alright?” he asked, his tone soft. his gaze flickered between you and the shoes.

you glanced down at them again, your fingers brushing over the smooth leather. “yeah. just… i don’t know. i wanted to wear these, but i feel like i’m already too tall, you know? like, maybe it’s too much.”

rafe sat up, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he studied you. there was something about the way he looked at you that made you feel like he could see through all the layers of insecurity you tried to hide. you shifted uncomfortably, wishing you could disappear into the floor.

“you know what i think?” rafe said, his voice low, full of conviction.

“what?” you murmured, not looking up.

“i think you’re perfect just the way you are,” he replied, his voice thick with sincerity. “tall or short, with heels or without, it doesn’t matter. i like you for you. not for some idea of what you think you should be.”

you felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words. his honesty, the way he always knew just what to say, made you feel safe, like nothing else in the world mattered as long as you were with him.

you met his gaze, your heart fluttering as you took in the sincerity in his eyes. there was no judgment there, just… love. “you really think so?” you asked, the insecurity still gnawing at you.

rafe nodded, his lips curling into a small, reassuring smile. “i think you look amazing no matter what. and those heels? you’ll look even better in them.” he paused for a moment, his eyes locking onto yours with a mischievous glint. “besides, if you’re taller than me in them, that’s just more of you to love.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle at that. the playful banter was one of the things you loved most about rafe—how he could take the heaviest moments and lighten them up with just a few words. “you know you’re already taller than me most of the time,” you teased, a small grin tugging at the corners of your lips.

“yeah, but i like the idea of you towering over me,” he replied with a smirk. he stood up slowly, taking a few steps toward you. “makes me feel like i have someone to look up to.”

your heart skipped a beat at his words. rafe had always been the one to take care of things, the one who was confident and sure of himself. but in moments like these, he was also the one who made you feel like you were the most important person in the room, like you were the one holding all the power.

“okay, enough of the sweet talk,” you said, feeling your cheeks flush. you bit your lip and glanced down at the shoes once more. “maybe i’ll give them a try.”

“good,” rafe said, his voice filled with an almost mischievous excitement. “i want to see you in them.”

you hesitated for just a moment longer before bending down and sliding your feet into the heels. standing up, you carefully adjusted yourself, feeling the slight shift in your posture as the heels gave you a few more inches. you glanced at rafe, unsure of what to expect.

he was staring at you, his eyes wide with admiration. “holy shit,” he whispered under his breath, his gaze moving from your heels to your face. “you look… god, you look incredible.”

you smiled nervously, unsure of how to respond. “you think so?”

“think so? i know so.” he took a step toward you, closing the distance between you with that familiar confident stride of his. his hands cupped your face gently, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “you’re stunning, baby. and i’m not just saying that because you’ve got a few extra inches on me right now. i’m saying it because it’s the truth.”

you blinked up at him, a fluttering sensation in your chest. his words, the way he always made you feel like the most important person in his world, were more than you could handle. he leaned down, his lips brushing over yours in a soft, lingering kiss. the warmth of his mouth made your heart race.

“you’re perfect just like this,” he murmured against your lips, his breath hot and sweet. “tall, confident, sexy.”

his words melted away the last remnants of your self-consciousness. maybe you were taller than most people, maybe the heels made you even taller, but in rafe’s eyes, none of it mattered. all that mattered was how you felt in his arms.

the kiss deepened, and you could feel the connection between you growing stronger with every second. his hands slid down your back, pulling you closer, and you could feel the warmth of his body radiating into yours. the world outside the two of you didn’t exist anymore. it was just rafe, you, and the overwhelming feeling of being loved.

you pulled away for a moment, your forehead resting against his. “you really don’t care about how tall i am?”

“no,” he said, his voice a soft growl. “i care about how you make me feel. and right now, i feel like the luckiest guy in the world.”

you smiled up at him, your hands finding their way to his chest, resting over his heart. “then i guess i’m the lucky one,” you whispered, your voice soft and filled with affection.

rafe smiled, his lips brushing over yours once more in a quick, sweet kiss. “you’re my everything,” he murmured, pulling you into his arms again. “heels, no heels, it doesn’t matter. you’re perfect the way you are.”

and in that moment, you realized something. maybe you weren’t just perfect without the heels. maybe the extra inches, the added height, were just another part of you that rafe loved. and maybe, just maybe, being tall wasn’t something to hide or be self-conscious about. with rafe by your side, it was just another thing that made you who you were—someone worthy of love, no matter how tall, no matter how much space you took up in the world.

you leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his embrace surround you. “thanks, rafe,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

“anytime,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “now, let’s go out and show off those heels.”

you laughed, the sound of it filling the room with a sense of lightness. maybe it wasn’t about the heels at all. maybe it was about feeling comfortable in your own skin, knowing that someone loved you for who you were, tall and all.

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[strwbmei]

summary: fucking march's fever out of her

contains: soft sex, friends to lovers at the end, fingering (character receiving), arguably dubcon since march is sick, sort of porn with plot?, virgin march, not proofread, maybe ooc

pairing(s): march 7th x gn!reader

a/n: i need to spoil her and take care of her and eat her out. thank you

"Cute girls can't get sick!"

Or so, were March's last words before diving straight onto the freezing snow of Belobog and proceeding to make snow angels. It had been a long time since the Express had the time to visit Jarilo VI, and while you understood her excitement, her decisions, as expected, did not end well for either of you.

A few days later, March is still sick and you're taking care of her while the other Nameless enjoy their visit to Belobog. "[Name]..." She called out to you with a whiny voice, her lips put into a pout. "Don't you think it's fine for me to go down to Belobog now? Look, I'm basically fully healed!" She sat up from her bed, doing air punches as if that would prove that her fever was gone.

"Pfft..." You snorted. "What are you even doing? And no, I'm not letting you go anywhere until your temperature is back to normal." You say sternly, sitting down next to her. "I'm sorry, March. I know you were really looking forward to visiting Belobog again, but your health comes first."

She slumps in defeat as she lays back down on her side, her back turned to you. "Fine... I enjoy spending time with you like this more, anyway." She mumbled, but due to how quiet her voice was, you only heard the first part. "Sorry, what was that?"

"Nothing." March sighs, turning to face you with her rabbit stuffy clutched in her hands. "Hey, uh... I'm sorry you have to stay behind with me. I really wanted to show you my favorite spots in Belobog."

You tilt your head, resting the back of your hand on her forehead to feel her temperature. "You sure you're alright? You're being way too nice today." You tease. She pouts, playfully swatting your hand away. "Hey! And here I was trying to be considerate..."

You chuckle at her reaction. "Y'know, you're surprisingly pretty cute when you're sick."

"Well, for your information, I'm perfectly cute even when I'm not sick!" She retorts.

"Yeah, yeah."

In all seriousness, taking care of her wasn't an inconvenience to you in the slightest. She was surprisingly cooperative, and you'd be lying if you said that you didn't enjoy how much more clingy and affectionate she is when she's sick. After all, you've had feelings for her for quite a while now... Her bubbly personality and her admittedly cute looks just seemed to draw you in more and more each day.

March speaks up after a few seconds of silence. "Can I ask you for a favor, [Name]?"

"What is it?" You tilt your head in curiosity.

"Can you... cuddle with me?"

"Hm." You raised an eyebrow. Honestly, you expected something more serious. Cuddling was almost routine to the two of you whenever you hung out, especially during sleepovers when March would cling to you in her sleep like you were a pillow. You never minded. In fact, you've grown to like it.

Not once did she ask first, though. "Why?" You ask with a grin, ready to play it off as a joke. You're not sure what you were expecting, since it was a stupid question in the first place. Cuddling wasn't out of the norm for you two, and you wouldn't be surprised if she was the type to find comfort in snuggling with somebody whenever she was sick.

"Because I miss your touch..." She says in a voice barely above a whisper, yet one that you could hear in her now silent room where it felt like nothing else mattered other than the two of you. "Oh." You gulp, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks as soon as she says those words.

Meanwhile, March wants to dig herself into a hole and die. She wasn't supposed to say that out loud, and you were much less supposed to blush! She's surprisingly oblivious for someone so observant when it comes to you, so she never even considered the possibility that you might return her feelings...

However, you best believe she'll be putting out all of the stops if there is a chance that you do, in fact, like her back.

"You don't want to? Fine..." She pouts, and your train of thought is broken once she looks up at you with those eyes that you've always loved, oh so needily... "No- no, I mean, yeah, I'd... love to cuddle with you." You splurt out, stumbling all over your words.

Which is how you ended up in this situation: her body pressed up against yours in a way that isn't appropriate for friends. She might be sick, sure, but she's almost fully healed and there's no way she'd be doing this unintentionally... right?

After a few seconds of contemplation, you decide to speak up. "We shouldn't be doing this, March." You say, your voice soft and barely loud enough for her to hear. "Mm..." She pays no heed to your words, instead opting to wrap her arms around you even tighter if that were even possible.

You gulp. She understands what you mean, right? Maybe you're just reading too much into her actions? Your mouth moves faster than your brain can, and you speak without realizing it. "You're driving me insane."

"...If I'm such a bad influence, maybe you should put me in my place."

She whispers with an almost seductive tone that you've never heard her use before, and you have to take a second to process if you really heard her say that. She knows what she's doing. Has she always been this bold, or is this how she usually gets with everyone every time she's sick? God, you hope that it's just with you.

You roll over to position yourself on top of her, your arms now on either side of her head as the mattress dips under the two of you. "Are you sure that you want this?" She giggles at your question, wrapping her arms around the back of your neck and pulling you into a soft, yet hungry kiss as if she'd been ready for this her whole life.

"Be gentle, okay?" She smiles once she finally pulls away, the room devoid of any other sound other than your heavy breathing and a silence that spoke volumes of the unresolved feelings you had for each other. "Just let me take care of you." You mutter as you leave a trail of soft kisses along her jaw and collarbones, your hand reaching out for the waistband of her pink pajamas. "May I?"

She nods in response, turning her head to the side in an attempt to hide her reddened cheeks. "Pfft... You really are adorable." You mumble to yourself as you pull her pants along with her panties down to her knees. Your fingers find themselves teasing her entrance, rubbing slow circles over her clit and occasionally collecting her slick.

"Mmpfh... I'm fine, [Name]. You can put it in now." As if sensing your worries that you were trying hard not to show, she spoke up. Although you've imagined this scenario multiple times before, you can't help but feel nervous. You want to make sure that her first time is as soft and as pleasurable as it can be.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay? Just relax." You say softly, carefully curling your index finger into her cunt and giving her a few seconds to adjust before pumping in and out at a slow pace. The small moans and whimpers she lets out are even better than you'd imagined. "A-ah... That feels good..."

As if on instinct, her hand reaches out for your free one; an act much too intimate for friends, but you indulge her nonetheless. Besides, the two of you have long since done things that most people would deem past the border of a platonic relationship. When did the line between friends and lovers start to blur?

"I've got you, pretty girl. I'm not going anywhere." You coo at her, the gentleness of your voice much in contrast to the quickening pace of your fingers.

Her eyes are fluttered shut. Her hair is sticking to her forehead. Her mouth is ever so slightly parted in an "o" shape. Truly, she is beautiful in every sense of the word. Beautiful like this; beautiful always. "Do you think you can take another finger, March?"

She nods almost too eagerly at your question. You slow down, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as you slowly insert a second finger and stretch her out even more. "That's it. You're doing so good, taking me so well..."

After a while, she starts grinding on your fingers, and you take that as a sign to go faster and give her more. The second you start rubbing and pressing down on her clit, she can feel herself nearing her orgasm. She looks up at you with doe eyes and squeezes your hand, and that's all it takes for the feelings you've been repressing all this time to break loose.

"I love you."

Before you can process what you said amid the sea of emotions you're feeling and apologize, she pulls you in for a kiss. Unlike before, this kiss is more tender and warm than lustful, as if she was trying to say that she loved you too. As if she had been waiting for you to say those words her whole life.

You swallow her moans and whimpers as she comes undone around your fingers, finally pulling away after what feels like an eternity. You wish that kiss would last an eternity. Hell, if it were up to you, that moment wouldn't end even after the seas had dried and there were no stars left in the vast skies that she loved so much.

Heavily breathing, you collapse beside her. "Uhm," You break the silence, albeit a little hesitantly. "I'm going to get you some water, and help wash you up if that's fine?" You're far too ashamed to look her in the eye after what you said.

She embraces you in her arms, and it's the safest you've felt your whole life. "Just a little bit more..." She nuzzles her head into your neck, inhaling your scent and holding you just a bit closer.

"I love you too, you big dummy."

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[peachsayshi]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥{minors, ageless, blank blogs dni} cw: f!reader; corruption kink; virgin!gojo; he's a perv and bully; sub gojo; dacryphilia 

remember when I said sub!gojo is on my mind ~ it got me thinking about pervy satoru (who is a bit of a bully), who constantly looks down on you for being so uptight & makes the most inappropriate comments about all the ways he can loosen you up. he thinks he's the shit but mostly just likes getting under your skin.

that is until you snap and catch him off guard by giving him a taste of his own medicine. he sits on the sofa with eyes like saucers, watching you pull off your jacket and tug off your shirt with irritation, before unclasping your bra and throwing it over his shoulder.

his cheeks are so red when you crawl over his obnoxiously long body, keeping his frozen frame pinned underneath you. those pretty, pretty eyes fall to your chest and he blinks like he can't believe what he's seeing.

“you're all bark and no bite, huh? just as I thought..." you mock, as his confidence shrivels under the heat of your gaze when you straddle yourself on him.

you can't help but laugh at his reaction, "come on, then," you tease with a condescending tone, "you're acting like you've never seen a pair of tits before"

his silence speaks volumes, the flush of red deepening on his neck and blooming underneath his cheeks. he swallows hard, a glossy sheen coating his blue eyes as he averts his gaze.

"you have seen a woman naked before, right?" you press on with a quirk of your amused brow.

he clears his throat with shame, unable to even meet your eyes. why are you even surprised, you think? the man is insufferable. who would want to crawl into bed with him?

your fingers touch his chin, and you tilt his face to meet yours. you bite your bottom lip with curiosity knowing that you have all the ammunition in the world to turn the tables on him. he's on the verge of bursting in to tears...but there are so many other ways that you might enjoy putting him in his place.

you think back to all the times he boasted on his exceptional dick game. talking about scenarios that seem ludacris almost, only now you realize he was probably just spitting out the plot lines of all his favorite pornos and pretending like they were his own experiences.

for once you actually find him handsome, a softness and vulnerability masking over his features and highlighting only perfection. your hand slowly trails down his chest, and the space between your legs flutters when you touch the surface of hard muscle. you can hear his breath stammer, his eyelashes fluttering as you use your nails to lightly scratch over his biceps. you finally circle your arm around his wrist, directing his hand up and placing his palm on top of your breast.

"you can touch me," you inform him with a honeyed voice and a devilish grin, “I’ll allow it.”

"r-really?" he asks with a slight warble of his voice, and the way his eyebrows upturn reveal only sheer innocence.

you thread your fingers through his hair before brushing them against his undercut. "if you behave, that is."

he nods his head, squeezing his grip over your mound. "you’re so soft..."

you giggle, your ego flaring of having him wrapped around your finger. you deliberately arch your back to rub your ass over his bulge. "well, I can't say the same for you..." you taunt, as you draw out a pitiful whimper.

his other hand finds your breast, his thumbs rubbing over your taut nipples that he swipes over a few times, falling into the haze of lust, he starts to lean closer to your chest, parting his lips absentmindedly.

still lightly massaging the back of his head, you watch as he stops himself before lifting his chin to look at you, "c-can I?"

"someone's eager..."

"please?" he begs, "I'll...I'll behave."

you cup his face in the palm of your hands, your thumb smoothing over his pretty pink lips. "that's a good boy," you coo, "if you play your cards then I might just let you fuck me too."

[skulla-rxcks]

we met on the rooftops.

Paring: simon henriksson x fem reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut

Warnings: SA, S0mnophilla, s3lf harm & su1cide mention.

You meet Simon right after Sophie’s death and stick together in this horrifying world, later that night his lust takes over and does something that he’ll regret.

“Hey. Are you okay?” I call out, seeing a clearly ‘disturbed individual’. “I..she just..” he struggles to get his words out as he looks down from the rooftop we both are on.

I walk closer to him, taking in his rushed and beaten up appearance. “My friend she just.. jumped.” He mutters, his expression cold, frozen almost. Clearly trying to take in what just happened.

“you mean she just, killed herself? Did she say any reasonings?” I ask. He shakes his head in response; “not really.”

I help him up, holding his hand, beginning to walk down from the roof with him. “do you.. do you see them too? My friend she.. didn’t. I feel like I’m going insane.” His grip on my hand tightens. “You mean the monsters..?” I question, receiving a nod from him. “Yeah, the monsters, whatever the fuck they are.. I thought I was going crazy but thank god you see them too.”

We make our way down and decide to go and rest in an old abandoned apartment, due to the coldness outside getting more chilling by the second.

“when do you think this will end..?” the man murmurs. “I’m not sure. there has to be some way” I sigh, digging through all of the drawers and cabinets trying to find something to snack on, or at least some supplies to keep us going for the meantime.

“I didn’t catch your name by the way.” I say, taking out some instant noodles I found in one of the draws. “simon.” he responds, laying down on the bed.

“I found some noodles can you look around for a kettle?”

“alright” Simon groans as he gets up, Cleary not in the mood for looking around, just wanting to sleep. “found it.” He brings it over to me after filling it up with water. I plug the kettle in and turn on the switch, waiting for the water to boil. Once it does I pour some of the contents into a bowl, placing it next to Simon who is now lying on the bed, having taken off his hoodie to allow himself to relax.

He starts eating his noodles while staring into nothing and I sit back, leaning against the wall behind me. “you said you saw the monsters before.. did you ever try to kill yourself?” He asks once he swallows his food.

I don’t even think about it before responding.

“why does that matter?”

“I’ve only seen like 2 people.. and they, they only see stuff if they’ve tried it seems.. I don’t know.” Simon mumbles, stuffing his mouth with food, he probably hasn’t eaten in weeks.

“well yeah I have.. if that answers your question.” my gaze turns to his wrists, he’s scratching at what seems like self inflicted wounds, I decide not to say anything. “I’m gonna see if the shower works.” He tells me, before heading into the bathroom.

After eating I decide to go to sleep, knowing Simon will join me shortly after.

he finishes washing himself, whimpering slightly as the hot water makes contact with the cuts on his wrists and thighs. he dries himself off and gets changed before coming out of the bathroom. I’m already sound asleep already, so quickly somehow.

he lays down next to me, pulling the sheets over the both of us, he can’t help but stare at my pale thighs on show under my skirt as he moves the blanket slightly. “fuck.” he grunts as he feels a familiar tent in his pants forming, a tent that he hasn’t felt in what feels like forever, it feels like it’s been ages since he’s let alone touched himself, or, touched someone else.

“I shouldn’t.. not now but, fucking hell..” he mutters, gently taking his dick out of his boxers. he begins to stroke himself soft but roughly, watching as his precum leaks out of the tip of his cock. “I’m so sorry. I.. I need to..” he apologises repeatedly and pulls my skirt and panties down in one tug, I’m not aware that any of this is happening. Simon positions himself at my opening and pushes inside of me with one painful thrust.

He lets out a handful of moans as he feels the tightness of my cunt around him. “shit..” Simon starts thrusting hard inside of me, groaning as he gets closer and closer to his release. “need to.. feel all of you..” his hands slide up my shirt and massage my breasts, squeezing them roughly as he fucks me in my sleep.

I squirm slightly in my sleep causing Simon to cuss at himself. “no don’t wake up fuck.. no.. not. now.. not while I’m..”

“S-Simon.. what are you… mmgh!!” my words are cut off as he wraps one of his hands around my neck and squeezes it gently, bring his face into mine and kissing me roughly while continuing to force his cock inside of me. “I’m sorry.. I’m so Fucking sorry..” he repeats, but this time against my lips. “Mmfh.. Simon.. why… why are you.. ahh..” I moan, trying to get my words out but they’re replaced with whimpers as he continues the assault inside of my cunt.

“I’m so, so Sorry...” he says again and again, his breathing uneven and his voice raspy from crying. It takes everything I have left to not let the tears fall and give in to my own pleasure.

“d-dont cry just… ow.. it hurts. Simon s-slow down!!” I beg, trying to get him off me in the kindest way possible, But he doesn’t listen. “shut up! just let me fuck you.. I need this..” he scolds me, his grip on my throat getting tighter and tighter, making me squirm underneath him. “I.. I can’t breathe, SIMON!!” I yell out, ripping off his hand from my neck and gasping for air, but he still fucks me.

“you’re hurting me..”

“just be quiet and let me have this..Please.” he cries, tears dripping down onto my neck. “just let me use you.” I nod, knowing that either way he’s going to continue. His thrusts get faster and rougher, causing me to bleed occasionally every time he hits my cervix. “Ow..”. “S-Stop whining!” he threatens, pounding me harder and harder.

“i.. I..”

“Shut Up and Let ME FUCK YOU!” he yells, tears forming and spilling down his face.

I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood, trying my best not to let out any sounds so he doesn’t make it more painful for me.

Tears also stream down my face uncontrollably, as the pain in my chest intensifies and my vision goes blurry.

I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for it to end, but it never does.

With one final thrust he cums inside of me, filling me with his warm seed. “I’m sorry.. I’m so fucking sorry I.. I didn’t mean to go this far I just..” he pulls out, mumbling his words against my shoulder, he hugs me tightly and keeps apologising to me. “why.. why did you do this to me.”

“it’s been so long since I’ve.. you know. please look at me.. are you mad at me? please don’t go.. im sorry im really sorry..”

“Simon.” I sigh.

[aerkame]

Haha, hi *winks at you* (●▪◡<●)ﾉ [please tell me if any of this makes you super duper uncomfy I did read the rules I'm just scared]

Wally Darling x Stressed out! Reader.,.,

[Remember that silly idea you had?! I liked it a lil too much]

The neighbor [us], had a terrible day at work, slamming open the door to their house and [not even thinking twice] immediately falling into the arms of the person who greeted them at the door. Much to their demise, said person is Wally. Wally falls limp upon being hugged, staring down at the reader who freezes once they realize who they came in contact with. They attempt to pull away but Wally.. Being Wally. Holds them in place with a stupid smile.

Twirls my hair, giggles and runs away [I'm so so so so so so sorry if this didn't make any sense imn sorry I leorve yoru writingzzzznbs I'M SORRY PLRASE FORGIVE ME]

I like my original idea as well, I'm hoping to start a full series next week!

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Today did not go well at all. You had to stay extra hours at work because some group of rowdy teens decided it would be great to come into the library and start messing with the books. One had even decided to start tearing out pages from a kids' study book. The library is probably going to take that one to court, some of those books are expensive to replace and you had to spend hours reorganizing everything that was carelessly thrown across the halls and find missing pages. At least you were finally home though. You stumbled up to the front door dangling the keys in your hand as you tried and failed a few times to properly unlock the door.

You gave a sigh as you heard a distinct 'click' and swung the door open not paying attention to your surroundings and slamming it behind you. Turning towards the closet, you slowly took your shoes off before setting them down neatly inside. Gotta set a good example and keep things clean for your guests, even when you wanted to just throw things around and sleep sometimes...It really was like you just had a bunch of kids out of nowhere. At least Wally and Barnaby were here to help you.

"Welcome home dear host-"

Quickly turning around to whoever was speaking, you leaned over and plopped yourself into their greeting arms. You felt you had fallen into something soft and warm. What a welcomed feeling after today.

"Well that's one way of greeting your guests." Arms snaked around your torso as they hugged you closely. You froze, finally recognizing the voice that's been speaking to you. Slowly looking up, you saw Wally, whose face had a giant grin on it. That was not a welcomed feeling after today.

Quickly trying to pull away, you heard quiet snickering from the side somewhere. You finally managed to pop your head out of his arms, the rest of your body now snuggly wrapped in them. There was Barnaby and Sally sitting there at the dinner table watching you two and giving each other knowing looks. "Awww, looks like someone's a bit of a sleepy head!" Sally smiled as Wally walked passed them not making a single sound.

You were somewhat used to this by now. Usually Wally treated you like some significant other that needed extra care. He would pick you up and tightly hold you for hours while getting chores done in the house with you struggling and kicking until you wore yourself out, tuck you into bed at night or on sick days, paint and draw several portraits of you, make you warm food after work some days (though you wondered how he even learned how to cook), and dance with you late at night on the porch with quiet music playing. Other times the two of you would get lost in deep conversations after a long day of work, it was like he knew you without needing to know you. Wally was always so smug when he did anything though, like he knew it would get on your nerves, which it did at first. But over the past several weeks you grew used to him being coy. You felt too exhausted and stressed out to talk much today though. You didn't feel like doing much of anything really so you just let Wally do whatever he wanted for now.

You pushed against his arms only when he started to squeeze a bit too hard to let him know. He didn't loosen up however and instead made a beeline for your room, quietly opening the door and setting you down on your bed. You moved to get up but a hand came down onto your shoulder to pin you down. "Just stay here...I have something I made for you." He spoke softly for once.

Wally soundlessly walked out of your room and returned with a steaming cup of what looked like tea. You watched him effortlessly balance the cup in one hand as he removed your jacket, slinging it over his open shoulder before bringing a blanket over your legs.

"There! Now isn't that much better?"

For once you didn't see that smug or condescending grin of his. You saw something much warmer in that charming smile. You gave him a nod and gently took the cup out of his hands.

The reader works at a very busy public library for some context.

I've always wanted a job at a library. I don't know if they'd let me work at one though. I wasn't a bad kid, but there was one thing I did steal and that was a book from the library on fossils. I didn't really understand some of the words though when I was 7, but I loved that book either way.

[vumming]

alice in borderland — ryohei arisu “apology"

contents : suggestive themes, smut

a/n: before the year 2023 ends, i am ending it with a bang

His hands always work like magic, thin yet calloused from the hours he always spent on playing are so gentle and hesitant whenever they'd touch you. Featherlight and soft like a gentle whisper.

You've known him as someone who is always beneath you, eager to please with his whole being. It's sweet really, appreciation and love always emits from you whenever you see him—it is simply his charm that's why you fell in love.

And yet, you know for a fact that he isn't a push over.

"Hmm.. like that.." Arisu hums, watching your reaction with that observant gaze that seemingly calculates and take into mind your every actions.

Rough and calloused fingers tremble a rhythm that only the both of you are familiar with—drawing that sweet and melodious sound that airs from the back of your throat as he pulls another chord of pleasure from within.

The slick shwop shwop fills the air between you two, his long fingers deep within and reaching the depths that you don't know you have. Aided by the smooth jell that now lays on the other side of the bed, Arisu faced no difficulty.

One.

Two.

"Think you can take another, angel?" He breathes from the crook of your neck, eyes watching as his fingers enter and exit. His voice is tender and patient but the way he fills you up so good is rather rough and fast.

His words are murmured on your skin, damp and sweaty because of him.

Please please please— you couldn't count how much you've come already, how many times he has taken from you.

Damn Arisu. Your thighs are parted, body arching from the mattress and mind blurred like a foggy night that you could see stars in your vision. For how long will he keep at it?

You couldn't even close your thighs shut because of his body in between and the way his arm is kept on your abdomen prevents you from escaping. "I think.. yeah.." He decides for you, pressing a sweet chaste kiss on your neck.

Three.

There is no space left for him. It's too much. You could feel the smile that breaks through his face against your skin. "It's too much?" He echoes—you have been too far gone to think that you said it aloud.

Purple, pink and red, you are like a canvas painted with melodies of colours and he is the artist responsible for it.

"After teasing me while I was playing.. this is an act of mercy." He whispers, lifting his head to kiss your cheek.

Arisu couldn't help it, the way you look so dazed and drunk under him, your fingers finding purchase into whatever you have in your arsenal—clenching on the sheets of his bed, it looks so lovable.

"Won't you say you're sorry?" His tone is so sweet, he's so kind that you would've never guessed how he can also be rough with you.

"Anh..!" Arisu. Arisu. Arisu, the name that falls from your lips repeatedly like a mantra. "Say you're sorry, angel." He repeats, curling those fingers to press against that spot that has your knees trembling and hips gyrating against his palm.

There's so much power and control that he has over you. You've been going on for seemingly an eternity that your carnal desires beg for him already.

You stutter as you felt your knot builds up, "P-please.. 'm sor- mhmm..!" But how could you continue when he dived in to lick your chest—warm and wet muscle hitting the pert bud.

There's a grin on his face now, smug and proud. "Go on." He encourages you, if you just look down, you'd see how desperate he is for you too.

Hips humping at the bed, there's a puddle of stain on his boxers that indicates how much he needs you. He couldn't help it, not when his pretty angel is all parted for him, like a present.

"I-mm .. 'm sorry..!"

Then the dam breaks once again for the nth time. Eyes hitting the back of your head as you part from the mattress but he holds you down with his arms as you squirm and chase that high that insistently pulls you.

Your sensitivity reaches its peak but those damn motions just won't stop. Arisu still continues to finger you through your high as high pitched moans fall from your lips.

Your head is thrown back, chest panting and legs turning numb as Arisu continues to hold you down. Eyeing how much you enjoyed yourself and how pretty you are.

"It's not enough, you need to be more sincere."

He brings you to a new height, allowing you to be able to feel more of him from the erotic position. He lifted one of your legs to his broad shoulder, pressing a light and chaste kiss on your ankle before taking out his fingers to grant you the mercy you deserve from the long time he has been inside and fiddling within your walls that has kept his lithe fingers warm and aching for more.

"Now then.." Arisu breathes, now eagerly pulling the band of his boxers down, "Let's try again."

[lucky-clover-gazette]

prince's gambit highlights & annotations

chapter 20

indented text is from the book. some quotes have commentary, some do not. some comments are serious, and some are definitely not. most of them will only make sense to people who have read the series. and, like, there are spoilers. so please read the books first if you're interested!

also: part of the reason i'm doing such a close reading is to study cs pacat's style, especially in terms of how she does romance and erotica. there are "craft notes" that might seem weird, like i'm being redundant or restating something rather than analyzing, but those are more things that i want to remember/take away from the writing!

i'm going to tag these longer posts with "sam reads capri" in case anyone wants to read them all at once.

this is a google doc i wrote with overall content warnings for the captive prince series. it's not perfect, but i do think it's important to include.

When laced into his clothing, Laurent’s dangerous grace lent him an almost androgynous quality. Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that it was rare to associate Laurent with a physical body at all: you were always dealing with a mind.

goals

Damen knew his body now. He knew the surprise that gentle attention could draw from him. He knew his lazy, dangerous assurance, his hesitancies . . . his sweet, tender hesitancies. He knew the way that he made love, a combination of explicit knowledge and almost shy reticences.

Stirring drowsily, Laurent shifted a fraction closer and made a soft, unthinking sound of pleasure that Damen was going to remember for the rest of his life. And then Laurent was blinking sleepily, and Damen was watching Laurent grow aware of his surroundings and come awake in his arms. He wasn’t sure how it would be, but when Laurent saw who was beside him, he smiled, the expression a little shy but completely genuine. Damen, who hadn’t been expecting it, felt the single painful beat of his heart. He’d never thought Laurent could look like that at anyone.

cat. energy.

They were gazing at one another.

always

Damen found himself saying, ‘You talk the same in bed,’ and the words came out sounding like he felt: helplessly charmed.

<3

‘I like the way it feels,’ said Laurent. ‘I liked the way it felt. You’re a generous, giving lover, and I feel—’ Laurent broke off, and gave a shaky laugh at his own words. ‘I feel like the Vaskian tribe, in the body of one person. I suppose it is often like this?’ ‘No,’ said Damen. ‘No, it’s—’ It’s never like this. The idea that Laurent might find this with someone else hurt him.

damen going from passive polyamory to determined monogamy after one night with laurent, who doesn’t even know how to fuck like a normal person… that’s love babyyyy

also they’re so good, i don’t have much to say with these passages other than i love them and i love their love and i think they’re both being honest despite the lies between them. i really honestly have to think that, because anything else is heartbreaking. this is real and the text supports it so shut up

‘The Prince is occupied with other matters. You are to leave before he returns.’ He felt unsteady. He understood that what he had missed in sleeping was not his deadline but the last moments with Laurent, the last kiss, the final parting. Laurent wasn’t here because he had chosen not to be here.

In the curve of its metal was every humiliation of his time in this country, every frustration at Veretian confinement, every indignity of an Akielon serving a Veretian master. Except that it was Kastor who had put the collar on him, and Laurent who was freeing him. It was made from Akielon gold.

THERE YOU GO.

‘I can’t,’ said Damen. ‘I can’t have this for just one night.’

He had come to this fort a slave. He would ride out of it Damianos of Akielos. It was like shedding a skin, discovering what lay beneath. The first cuff sprang apart under Guerin’s rhythmic strikes and he faced his new self. He was not the headstrong prince he had been in Akielos. The man he had been in Akielos would never have served a Veretian master, or fought alongside Veretians for their cause. He would never have known Laurent for what he was; never have given Laurent his loyalty or held Laurent’s trust for a moment in his hands. Guerin moved to strike the gold from his left wrist, and he pulled it back. ‘No,’ he heard himself say. ‘Leave that one on.’

i love when things are on the page so i don’t have to analyze/summarize them myself. he’s been changed and he knows he can’t go back to the person he was, nor does he want to

His horse was being led forward. Not only a riding horse but a pack horse, a sword, clothing, supplies. Is there something you want? Laurent had asked him once. He wondered what ornate Veretian parting gift might lurk in those packs and knew instinctively that there was none. He had maintained from the beginning that he had wanted only his freedom. And that was exactly what he had been given.

a kingdom or this i hate it here

‘He’s gone for a ride,’ said Jord. ‘It was his habit in the palace, too, when he needed to clear his head. Not the type for goodbyes.’

horse girl avoidance. ouch.

‘I didn’t do it for Aimeric,’ said Damen.

he just didn't like seeing laurent being scary after they kissed (and cares about laurent and wanted to help him calm down and collect himself)

Against the pomp of the Regent’s emissary Laurent was a single rider casually dressed. But then, he had never needed anything other than his hair to identify him.

yeah damen you'd say that

‘This one pleaded for you. He tried to stand for the wrong side. He suffered the fate of any man who sides with the pretender prince against the King.’ The soldier pulled the bag away from the severed head. It was a fortnight’s hard ride, in hot weather. The skin had lost all the freshness that youth had once lent it. The blue eyes, always his best feature, were gone. But his tumbled brown hair was dressed with star-like pearls, and from the shape of his face, you could see that he had been beautiful. Damen remembered him stabbing a fork into his thigh, remembered him insulting Laurent, blue eyes bright with invective. Remembered him standing alone and uncertain in a hallway dressed in bedclothes, a young boy poised on the edge of adolescence, fearing it, dreading it. Don’t tell him I came, he’d said. They had always, from the beginning, had a strange affinity. This one pleaded for you. Spending, perhaps, the last of his fading currency with the Regent. Not realising how little currency he had left. Whether his beauty would survive adolescence no one would ever know, for Nicaise would not see fifteen now.

this is beautifully written.

In the glaring light of the courtyard, Damen saw Laurent react, and make himself not react.

but he reacted. which from laurent is a pretty big deal.

‘My uncle has killed his catamite,’ said Laurent. ‘As a message to us. And what is the message?’ His voice carried. ‘That his favour cannot be trusted? That even the boys in his bed see how false is his claim to the throne? Or that his hold on power is so flimsy that he fears the words of a bought child whore? ‘Let him come to Charcy, with his hithertos and his wherefores, and there he will find me, and with all the might of my kingdom I will scourge him from the field. ‘And if you want a personal message,’ said Laurent, ‘You can tell my uncle boykiller that he can cut the head off every child from here to the capital. It won’t make him into a king, it will simply mean he has no one left to fuck.’

good speech. especially the last line. you can see how his emotions are bleeding through, but they just give him more power.

‘It’s noon,’ said Jord. The words sounded harsh, like they hurt his throat. ‘He needs me,’ said Damen. ‘I don’t care if you tell the world.’

note from post-chapter 21 sam: the fact that laurent meticulously arranged an upcoming situation in which damen is exposed, partially if not entirely to spite him, because he doesn't realize that damen loves him and cares about him even as damianos, because damen and damianos are the same person... asdfighsdauf

‘You’ve outstayed your welcome,’ said Laurent. ‘Don’t do this. If you ride to meet your uncle unprepared you will lose everything you’ve fought for.’ ‘But I won’t be unprepared. Pretty little Aimeric is going to give up everything he knows, and when I’ve wrung every last word out of him maybe I’ll send what’s left to my uncle.’ Damen opened his mouth to speak but Laurent cut him off in a whiplash order to Damen’s escort: ‘I told you to get him out of here.’ And he put his heels in his horse, and drove it past Damen’s, up the steps to the dais, where he dismounted in one fluid motion, and headed in the direction of Aimeric’s rooms. Damen found himself facing Jord. He didn’t need to look up to see the position of the sun. ‘I’m going to stop him,’ said Damen.

this entire sequence of events is such a masterful culmination of previous scenes and ongoing themes from the rest of the book

Laurent stood still two steps from him, all the lines of his body rigid.

god this sucks for him so bad, especially after the way he treated aimeric before. like it sucks more for aimeric and nicaise, who are dead, but laurent has to live with this, having discovered them both at almost the same time. and all that, after a night of incredible vulnerability with damen and then accepting that he’s going to lose him.

That he had neat handwriting shouldn’t have been a surprise. He had always striven to perform his duties well. On the march he had worn himself into the ground trying to keep up with stronger men. A fourth son, thought Damen, waiting for someone to notice him. When he wasn’t trying to please, he was baiting authority, as though negative attention could substitute for the approval that he sought—that he had been given, once, by Laurent’s uncle. I’m sorry, Jord. They were the last words anyone would have from him.

the immense tenderness of the previous chapters is so abruptly and horrifically offset by nicaise and aimeric. it’s very well-done. it reminds us, and damen and laurent, that much exists outside of their love and their lies to each other.

… but maybe they can get through it, together? (it’ll be a while but it’s where we’re heading. eventually.)

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Jolyne's Teacher pt.3 (Teacher reader x Jotaro)

Chapter 3- Coffee

Chapter 2- Panic |Masterlist| Chapter 4- Monday

Small Summary: It's a new school year, you're a third grade teacher at an elementary school in Florida with Jolyne Cujoh being in your class.

It was now Friday, "Alright class see you all on Tuesday. You'll have a sub in on Monday since I have an appointment I can't miss." I really wish I didn't have that appointment, "So, please behave while I'm gone."

"Yes Ms. L/N!" They all shouted, "All right, the bell is about to ring. Grab your things. Those taking the bus can leave once the bell rings." I grabbed my things and waited until the final bell. "Ms. L/n my dad wants to thank you for your help on open house." Jolyne spoke, "You're welcome just be careful and don't do that again, okay." She nodded and smiled, finally, the bell rang. "Have a great weekend guys see you all on Tuesday!"

Exiting the room with the rest of the students I locked the door and headed out with them. As I walked behind them someone tapped my shoulder, "Y/n, you have any plans for the weekend." Ms. Jones asked, "If you don't then we could go out and have a girl's night out. What do you say?" I smiled awkwardly at her, I've never really liked her and neither have the other teachers. "I already have plans for the weekend, sorry."

"With who? Last I checked, you were divorced and weren't seeing anyone." This bitch. "It doesn't concern you who I go out with. Plus, I have an appointment I need to prepare for... So, Enjoy your weekend alone." I gave her a fake smile and continued walking to the car pick-up area and into my car.

Once I got in my car, that's when the tears finally rolled out and I began to cry. Damn it, why would she... There was a knock on the window I quickly wiped away my tears and rolled them down. "Oh, Mr. Cujoh, what a surprise." I tried my best to smile at him but couldn't, "Sorry, didn't know that you were... I just wanted to say hi and I'll call you later today, okay." I simply nodded and we said goodbyes. Closing the window I took a deep breath, tried clearing my head, and headed home. Once I got home I took a shower and started grading some exams from today's test.

Today was a calm day, other than crying in front of Mr. Cujoh I'd say today was a success! It was now 11 pm getting close to midnight, I guess he might have forgotten to call me. I lay in bed getting ready to sleep when my phone rang, "Hello, Y/n speaking."

"Hey, it's Mr. Cujoh," He finally called, "Sorry for calling so late I was finishing up something for work and lost track of time. Is now a good time to talk or do you wanna talk in the morning?... You sound tired... Were you about to sleep?"

I cleared My throat, "No... Well yes, but we can still talk."

"Okay, I won't take up much of your time. We didn't discuss the location we'll be meeting tomorrow morning." I got out of bed, "Give me a moment. I don't know the address by memory." I looked through some draws and found the address to the bakery cafe. "Okay, so the address is..."

"Thank you... Would you like me to pick you up or will we meet there?" I would like for him to take me but I think it's best if we go separate. "We can meet up. Around Ten or eleven. Is that okay?" I put the paper away and sat on my bed. "Around Ten would be fine. I'll get going then, get some rest. See you tomorrow." His voice sounded soft but deep a the same time. "You too, Mr. Cujoh have a great night." I hung up the phone placed it down on my nightstand and stared at it for a moment. Now that I think about it, this would be the first time a parent has offered to take me for coffee to pay for what trouble their kid had caused. Mr. Cujoh seems like a great guy for taking the time to apologize to me this way.

The next morning came I was laying in bed thinking about Monday. I looked at the clock on the wall  I had an hour to get dress to meet with Mr. Cujoh, I got out of bed and headed to the shower. Starting the water I got in the bath and soon felt like someone was watching me. "Y/n, my sweet Y/n." I could feel his arms  wrapped around me and could hear his voice close to my ear, "Why have you forgotten about me? I gave you everything didn't I."

"Leave me alone you're not real. You're dead." 

"That's no way to talk to your first love that way." His hands traveled to my neck. "There was no love between us. Just fear." The voice stopped but I could still feel his presence and his arms wrapped around me. I turned off the water and stepped out the shower and presence was now gone. I sighed wrapping myself in a towel and exiting the bathroom. He still haunts me even after death. I continued getting ready for today

I arrived at the Cafe, went inside and looked around for Mr. Cujoh... To be honest I don't remember much of his facial features due to being in a state of panic because Jolyne was alone at school, so his face is kind of a blur to me. "Excuse, Ms. L/n." Someone tapped my shoulder causing me to jump slightly. I turned around to see Mr. Cujoh... well more like his chest, "Hi Mr. Cujoh. Thanks again for inviting me for coffee." I smiled at him, "Your welcome, its the least I could do."

"Hi, how can I help you?" The cashier called us over. "Yes, I'll have the Cheese cream Pastelitos." I looked at Mr. Cujoh he seemed uncertain about what to order. "If you don't like Coffee they also have soft drinks, tea, and some baked goods too."

"I'll have the same thing as her and add three muffins." The cashier placed our orders and then we waited for them to be done. After it was done we sat down at one of the tables in the back. I took a sip from my drink not knowing what to say to him or how to break this thick ice in the air. "How long have to been teaching?" His question caught me off guard for a moment. "Since I was twenty years old. I taught in Japan for awhile and then moved to Florida." He raised an eyebrow, "You taught in Japan?" I nodded, "Yes for about two years before moving."

"I'm from Japan... born and raised there actually." I smiled slightly, "Same here, but I was only there until the age of thirteen and soon moved to Italy with my... family. My Japanese is a bit rusty." I chuckled, Mr. Cujoh tipped down his hat slightly. "So, tell me. Are you a marine vet or..."

"I'm a marine biologist. I guess you saw the pictures around the house." Before becoming a teacher I wanted to be a Vet and work with animals, "Yeah, I saw a lot of dolphin picture. I'm guessing you like dolphins huh?" I took a sip of my drink. "I do, they're one of my favorite marine animals."

We spent the rest of the morning talking about his work and research his been working on and about Jolynes grades in class. "It was nice getting to know you Mr. Cujoh." I started getting out of my seat when suddenly I felt as if someone was pulling me back, I lost my balance. Mr. Cujoh noticed and tried reaching his hand out to grab me. I closed my eyes waiting for the impact of the cold ground but it never came. Instead I felt something soft, warm, and a bit firm hit my body. "You okay?" I opened my eyes and was met face to face with Mr. Cujoh, "Y-yeah thank you," I took a step back trying not to panic at the sudden closed distance between us. "I must of lost my balance when I stood up, sorry." Looking at him he seemed to be lost in thought, he looked at me and smiled slightly. "No problem, just be careful next time."

 I nodded, "I have to get going I told Annie's parents I would pick up Jolyne at around twelve." I looked at my watch seeing it was now 11:53 pm. "Oh my, you should get going. Thank for the coffee Mr. Cujoh." 

 "Your welcome..." He walked me to my car, "My name's Jotaro by the way."  He took out his hand, "Y/n." I placed my hand on top of his; he firmly grasped my hand and shook it. "I have to get going. It was nice meeting with you y/n." He gently let go of my hand, "You too Jotaro." And with that he entered his car and drove off.

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Metal’s Delicate Touch- Part 6

A/N: Not super proud of this chapter but I really wanted to get it out before I start working full-time again. Bucky deserves to be happy and heard and so that's what I'm gonna do damnit.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1,017

Summary: After some insight from the ever-helpful Natasha, you and Bucky have a little talk

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 (Final)

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You were beyond excited about your trip to town. To feel the sun, uninterrupted, on your skin once again was worth it; even hearing the chattering rumble of strangers all around gave you a sense of familiarity and comfort you didn’t expect. 

And though this was meant to be an escape, the conversation soon veered towards your and Bucky’s fight. You found yourself spilling all the details of what had happened just an hour or so before and a lot of it felt like a weight off your shoulders.

“You know,” Natasha hummed in thought, “I think everyone in the world wants one thing. To be heard…” she started, obviously about to go on.

“But I am-!” you began to defend but were quickly silenced by a look from the redhead. “Right… point taken. Continue…” 

“Bucky knows that you don’t blame him, but he wants you to understand why he puts himself at fault. I know it feels like love- but dismissing this as not his fault will only go so deep. People like us- soldiers and spies- we need to feel the blame,” She huffed quietly, shaking her  head, “I always hated it, but it’s how we were made…”  

Somewhere between Bucky’s intense arrival and the soft moments of your reunion, you had forgotten to see your soldier as just that. A soldier. Someone meant to fight and protect no matter the cost. 

“You talk like you’re older than he is…” you commented with a light smile, to which Natasha laughed.

“I’m not sure whether that’s a compliment or not, but I’ll be taking it as one.” 

The three of you had been out for a few hours by the time you made your way back to the tower, greeted by the quietness of it. The entire floor seemed deserted save for Steve listening to his tunes in the kitchen. 

“Buck’s in your room.” He said right away, letting you know that Bucky was finally ready to talk- but were you? 

Anxiety grew with every step as your feet padded quietly down the hall. You weren’t sure what you were so nervous about, but it still swirled in your gut. 

You knocked lightly before opening the door, looking in to see Bucky laying back on the bed, the long sleeves of his shirt hiding the shallow bruises of retribution. He looked almost peaceful as soft classics of the 30s and 40s played over the room’s speakers you almost hated to disturb him.

“James…”

You usually only reserved his real name for joyous or emotional times, but right now it held hesitancy and unease. You stood in the doorway, slouched against the door frame, and your mind urging you to bolt away from the confrontation, but your feet stood firm. 

“Y/n… Doll…” He spoke in that gentle tone again, soft and comforting as he sat up, but right now it didn’t draw you like it usually did. 

“Do you.. have time to talk..?” you asked, walking over to him, hand halfway outstretched. Without a second thought, he took your hand in his, bringing your fingers to his slightly chapped lips as he closed his eyes for a breath. 

“I always have time for you.” He looked up at you, something intentional that he couldn’t seem to bring himself to do earlier, “I’m…  I’m sorry about before. I shouldn’t have yelled or snapped, I just got so overwhelmed- I mean, that’s, not an excuse that’s just what happened and-” He rambled once more, only taking a breath when you moved your hand to cup his cheek. 

A sigh left him briefly, “I’m good… I’m okay again.” He assured you as he leaned further into your hand. He continued as you came a little closer, wrapping his hand around one of your legs in a small attempt at a hug. “I know it’s not okay, so you don’t have to tell me it is. I just- the look in your eyes after..” 

You nodded and brushed your thumb across his cheek as you began to speak. “You’re right, It wasn’t okay. I won’t begin to pretend that it was… and It definitely surprised me to hear it, but I’m trusting that you won’t do it again. We worked through a lot together in our little apartment, and though its been tense lately, our change of scenery doesn’t have to change our progress.” 

“I promise…” He nodded. “It- that wasn’t like me…” 

You nodded, “and I talked to Nat… she gave me some insight on why you’re so stuck on messing up.” you smiled a touch down at him, leaning down to tenderly graze your lips over his forehead. “You’re a soldier, you always have been… you’ve lived your life protecting others and you’re not used to walking away from a mission you’ve given yourself. I know that that’s who you are-I do. But somewhere in the mix, it must’ve slipped my mind.

I still don’t blame you, I don’t know if I ever will, “ you chuckled softly, “but I.. I see now why you were so upset…” 

Strong arms snaked their way around your hips and pulled you close against him, his face burying into the softness of your stomach. “That’s all I wanted…” He mumbled against you, “That’s all I wanted…” 

You smiled softly, and leaned over to the nightstand, “how about we go about this like old times, yeah..? We’ll listen to the radio and just chat the rest of it out quietly, yeah…?”

“Yeah… yes please…” He finally pulled his face back, chin resting on your soft belly as he gazed up at you with doe-like blue eyes. 

“Oh, and Buck?”

“...Yes, Doll?”

“I love you… I love you so much, okay?” You smiled gently, your hands coming to hold his face with only the most loving touches. “I know it’s not always easy, but don’t drift away from me again, okay..? Or I’m gonna make Steve and Nat beat you up”

Laughter came from his chest that soothed the previous tension in the room and made your heart feel light again. “Yes, Doll. I understand...”

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UKFR PLS 💜

Gives nose/forehead kisses: Fran obviously 💖 although I can see Artie giving him lil pecks when he's sad or tired - just coming to engulf Fran in his arms and press his lips against his worried lil forehead. Of course, the odd soft lil nose kiss first thing in the morning, that’s also adorable.

Gets jealous the most: Arthur. Like I said, he's an insecure, anxious lil guy and I imagine Fran is constantly reassuring him. That's not to say Francis doesn't get jealous either, I just think that while Arthur sees anyone as a threat, Francis will be really intimidated by certain people in particular. Like those he sees acting particularly soft with Arthur - he thought he was the only one who got to be soft with that grumpy little gremlin ! >:’(

Takes care of on sick days: overworking RT Chan strikes again 😩 like take a break before Fran forces you to take a break.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: do I even need to say? The image of Arthur clad in T-shirt and knee length swimming trunks reluctantly being dragged towards the sea by Fran all sunny smiles is SO clear in my mind. Perhaps I need to draw this...

Brings the other lunch at work: Francis. But I also think that Arthur would bring some form of takeaway to Fran because he knows he won't eat otherwise. Like just bringing him a sandwich and coffee from Pret and then he does the James Acaster bit like 'I like to manger un sandwich' and Francis rolls his eyes but he laughs anyway and please they are so CUTE.

Tries to start role-playing in bed: we all know they'd both be into the nastiest freak shit, but honestly I'm not sure who would initiate it. I can imagine, in the heat of the moment, Francis being like 'choke me' and Arthur obliges with suspicious vigour and later they're both like 👀👀

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Arthur, it's always gonna be RT. And I think his dancing gets progressively worse with every drink he has ajsjsjs

Cheesy disco moves that would make even your grandpa look cool.

Why is this guy forcing his boyfriend to foxtrot in the middle of a club?

Oh dear lord he's twerking.

Firmly believes in couples costumes: ofc I think Fran is the queen of dressing up (I mean he's out every Saturday night in the club in full drag) and Arthur thinks dressing up is for kids. But once Fran gets him into it, he adores it. Like this is the man who goes to battle reenactments in historically accurate chainmail. He may pretend to be above it on Halloween, but this man loves dressing up and he needs to admit that so he can have the fun he deserves by dressing up like an evil wizard and scaring children.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: I think they both would. Francis would initially (he can't help it, he is a man of expensive taste) and since Arthur has come to expect this, he will also go all out and try to outdo Francis. Only these 2 could turn gift giving into a competition.

Makes the other eat breakfast: they are the type of couple that has to force each other out of bed in the morning. It's more like brunch at that point and it's basically just Francis telling Arthur to at least bring a slice of toast with his flask of tea on the way out and Arthur reminding Francis he needs something besides a cup of coffee and a cigarette.

Remembers anniversaries: neither of them are good at this so maybe they've just given up. Equally, they have to plan anything months in advance if they want to do something on a special occasion because I think they're both a little scatterbrained. Fran because that's just who he is and Arthur because this man is so stressed. Seriously, someone get him some help.

Brings up having kids first: I see Arthur being similar to Alasdair in that, even if it sucked at times, he looks back on his childhood with fondness and part of it is because he had such a big family and I think he wants to recreate that with Francis. He wants to be a dad 🥺

Kills the bugs: Arthur ajsjd the spider fiend.

First to define them as a couple: I think they would get off to a rocky start no matter the au but once they've settled, I think that Arthur would be kind of shy and anxious about speaking too soon and Francis would recognise that and voice what they were both thinking. (That they are in love 💗)

Who hides their guilty pleasures longer: Arthur. This man is riddled with shame and anxiety.

Snorts while laughing: Fran ✨