#I’m back🤟

[tuskenraidermemes]

Again?

[deadghosy]

Ive just been reading your Lucifer big sister headcanons, and thier so so so so good, i love how you wrote it🥰. What about Lucifer with a little sister? Any thoughts? How different would he treat her? Maybe she fell at the same time as him and Lucifer blames himself for leading his sister down the same path as him. I can seen him being a protective older brother because come on their in hell surrounded by sinners its got to be stressful even tho she isnt weak what so ever but Lucifer can help but baby his sweet little sister.

(Obviously no pressure to write this)

Have a nice day 😁👋

As a younger sibling, I was gonna make this as I made the elder sister! So I’m glad you asked this as I can’t help but love to make this version. 🦆 sorry if it’s long, I just had fun making this🔥

YOUNGER SISTER! READER X PLATONIC HAZBIN HOTEL

Prompt: you are the younger sister of Lucifer Morningstar who fell along her older brother.

Dead ass you fell on top of Lucifer when you both fell from heaven.

“Groannsss….GET OFF!” Lucifer yells pushing you off him. You huffed getting off him as you dust yourself.

I headcannon reader to have a slight rebellious attitude sometimes like Adam but she’s not as terrible.

Like reader has a shirt that says “kiss my ass” with a kiss mark on the shirt as she puts up a rock gesture 🤟

Lucifer found your shirt and burned it, he can’t have his baby sister have such an inappropriate shirt!

“LU-LU! NOOO MY SHIRTTT” “THIS SHIRT IS NASTY LITTLE SIS!-”

He put his hand to your face to keep you away as he burned it. It was a funny sight as you huffed kicking him in his nuts as he groaned falling face first to the ground.

I also headcannon that reader is the reason why Charlie had a emo phase as reader kinda has a different aesthetic than Lucifer.

But on a serious note, Lucifer was kinda scared when you fell with him as he puts his hand through his hair watching you sleep. He couldn’t believe he brought his baby sister with him on his down fall. He knew he influenced you as you looked up to him more than the other angels. It was like if you were his child, his baby.

But he tucks you in bed as you were sprawled out in your bed snoring loudly. He chuckles kissing your head and leaving your room as he closes your door with a slight sad look.

Back to the funny sibling things, you are definitely the one who sneaks in the kitchen to take his leftovers for payback. After Lucifer walks out of his workshop tired and hungry.

You basically told him to take care of himself more. He walked in the kitchen to find his leftovers gone. So you could tell what happened next.

“Y/NNNNN!” You heard a fierce yell as you had shoved the food down your mouth and ran as you heard a loud flapping of wings behind you. “WHEN I CATCH YOU, YOU BETTER PRAY!”

It’s was so cartoony at how Lucifer chases you while you ran for you life. You have wings but he flys better than you so it’s no use.

He caught you, making you cook dinner for a month as you groan while he smirks patting a duck like a mafia man. “And you better wash the dishes too-” “NOW YOU ASKIN' TOOO MUCHHH!”

But soon the sinners came and made the freedom Lucifer gave them, turn into pure hell as you watch worried at the stress your older brother had. Lucifer tries to smile to show you it’s not affecting him, but it is.

He soon makes you stay all time in the palace, scared for your safety as you stay in your room worried at how isolated he soon becomes. Charlie would walk around babbling about you as she kept your company. You smile at your cute niece giving her boops to her nose.

I also headcannon you and Lucifer are like secret twins as you both hyper fixate about a lot of things like [favorite thing] as he hyper fixates on ducks and gives you his ducks to show off how cool he is as your older brother.

But also I can see reader being shorter than Lucifer, like to his shoulder as Lucifer blinks like a frog as you smile with an evil gremlin ready to stab someone.

But now for some overprotective brother headcannons.

You know how Lucifer when to see Charlie at her hotel, you joined wearing basically a female version of Lucifer’s outfit. But you wore shades to off your ✨coolness✨

Alastor was irritated at your louder personality but you also had a charming aura around you like how Lucifer has his prideful smile. Alastor smirks down at you as you are shorter than Lucifer, he kisses your hand with made you just stand there with a dotted blank expression.

Immediately Lucifer picks you up like a doll as he growls at Alastor like a dog ready to chump his hand off. He knew the radio demon just wanted to piss him off, so the whole time you were in the hotel with him. He always has you close and behind him from the radio demon.

Now if it was a sinner trying to court you, they better hope you don’t snitch like the young sibling you are. Cause ohhhh boy! Lucifer is teleporting to their house to give them nightmares. Maybe even killing them if they made you uncomfortable.

Heaven and hell agrees you are a cutie, demon or angel. Cause in heaven there were angels trying to court you but your brother was always behind you looking stern as he puff his chest trying to see if they suit you best.

Like literally he scares people off as you stand there minding your business.

“I feel a disturbance in the air…” Lucifer says as he was reading a book but pulls the curtains to see an angel trying to court you with their wings.

Immediately you’re being teleported to your room confused as a duck poofs in your hand.

“What the fuckkkk….” You say confused

[ellecdc]

poly!moonwater x mute!reader? Maybe them learning sign or comforting reader when someone makes fun or says something rude to them.

🥹🥹🥹 this is so cute omg. thanks for your request!! 🤟🤟🤟

poly!moonwater x mute!reader (gn)

You kept your face pointed downwards at your textbook and ignored the two shadows seating themselves across the table from you, hoping that if you minded your business, they would too.  

People weren’t always very understanding of your condition, and those who pretended they were usually just asked a lot of very imposing questions; if you could hear, why couldn’t you talk? Were you ignoring them? Were you faking it? What was your deal? And contrary to popular opinion, speaking louder and repeating themselves didn’t change the fact that you still couldn’t speak to them.

“Y/N, right?” You heard a voice come from in front of you. You grimaced slightly but tried to rearrange your face before looking up.

Sitting across from you was Regulus Black and Remus Lupin; the latter having been the one to speak to you.

You nodded yes to his question, which earned you a beaming smile from the scarred boy.

“I’m Remus, and this is Regulus.” He said, motioning towards the younger boy with his head. You offered the best smile you could muster and nodded hello to the two of them.

“What subject are you working on?” Regulus asked, attempting to peek at your notebook. You pulled the textbook from under your elbow and showed them the front cover.

“Herbology.” Remus narrated. “I’ve always been pants at that, honestly.”

You smiled gratefully at the two; most people don’t put much effort into trying to converse with you once they realize it requires a touch more effort on their end.

“What’s your favourite class?” Regulus asked then, causing your stomach to drop.

They had to know, right? They couldn’t not know. Did they think you would finally talk if only you wanted to badly enough? Or was this a prank? You didn’t think pranks were the younger Black’s thing, but you knew Lupin hung around with a folly crowd.

You’re not sure how long you’d been sitting there spiralling when you felt a gentle nudge to your wrist. You looked to see a piece of parchment and a quill being pushed towards you by Remus.

You looked to him then, trying to see if you could spot any malevolence in his expression.

You couldn’t.

You cautiously took the quill and parchment and scrawled out your answer quickly. Passing it back and trying to ignore the burning of your cheeks or the sound of your heartbeat in your ears.

Remus beamed at your response. “I love that class too.”

“May I ask something that might come across as terribly forward?” Regulus asked suddenly, causing your heart rate to spike.

“I was only wondering how you converse with your friends or family; what’s most comfortable for you?”

You let out a steadying breath and accepted the quill and parchment back from Remus to quickly write “sign”. 

Regulus smiled at that, and you weren’t sure you expected a Black to be capable of an expression so soft.

“Wonderful.” He said as he pulled out a heavy book from his bookbag; a muggle book entitled “BSL for Dummies”. 

You felt your eyebrows migrate into your hairline as your mouth fell open.

“Now, if it’s not terribly inconvenient for you, do you think you might be able to help us learn?” Remus asked, smiling kindly at you.

You nodded quickly, mouth quirking up into a smile as Regulus helped turn the book towards you so he could ask “is this the right way to ask someone out on a date?”

[hp-hcs]

carnations — mlm! disaster! simp! enzo berkshire x male! mlm! muggleborn! gryffindor! reader

hooooo boy, alrighty, a few things:

i am in fact alive, hello! i just got really bad imposter syndrome about my writing and didn’t post any fics for like three months <3

i did actual RESEARCH for this fic. using an actual physical BOOK.

one of my lovely little darlings suggested an enzo + male reader + picnic date drabble, and it spiraled into 1.4k words of gay

you will get secondhand embarrassment from enzo in this. just warning you. but it’s in like a cute way so yk

ty all for not getting mad about me not posting i literally adore y’all sm 🤟

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“Y/n,” Ron loudly whispered, elbowing you in the side. “Do you have a spare quill I can borrow?”

“Can you last one day without breaking something, Weasley?” You rolled your eyes fondly, giving him the quill in your hand and reaching down to grab another from your bag. Instead, your hand brushed against something else.

You retrieved the mystery object from your bag with furrowed eyebrows. It was a small rectangular object, no bigger than your palm, wrapped in brown paper and tied up with a pretty lavender ribbon—with a single green carnation in the center of the bow.

You set aside the carnation, unwrapping the tiny gift and being met with the sight of a small book, bound in leather, which bore the gilded name: FLORIOGRAPHY: A Guide to the Victorian Language of Flowers.

~~~

The first flower you found was pressed between the pages of your Runes textbook. A combination of a rich purple and vibrant yellow color, with a striking dark center that spread out onto three of its five petals.

You carefully tucked the flower back away in between the pages of your textbook, vowing to look it up after class.

You couldn’t focus for the rest of the lesson.

~~~

It took a while to flip through every entry of the two-hundred page book, squinting at the tiny illustrations, but you eventually found a match to the mystery flower.

————— PANSY Viola tricolor var. hortensis

Meaning: You occupy my thoughts —————

~~~

“Parkinson!”

Pansy stopped in her tracks, looking back over her shoulder with a look of distaste. “Yes, lion?”

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“We’re talking right now,” she drawled, but grabbed your sleeve and pulled you into a nearby empty classroom. “What is it?”

You root through your bag, drawing out the Runes textbook.

“Homework?” she scoffed. “I’m not a tutor, little lion.”

“No, not the book.” You rolled your eyes, carefully opening it. “I found this in between the pages this morning.”

Her eyes lit up at the sight of the pressed flower you cradled in your hand. “It’s you?” She looked baffled. “Huh. I never would’ve guessed. Anyways, congratulations on solving the first clue.”

~~~

An odd hot-pink flower, with little shoots sprouting from the center and reminding you a bit of those light-up fiber optic lamps from the Muggle world, sat in the palm of your hand. A second green carnation was tied to the stem of the mystery flower with another lavender ribbon.

Pansy had abandoned you as soon as the flower was in your possession, saying that she hadn’t been paid enough to stick around.

(You knew she was just as invested in this as you were.)

Finally, after flipping through the little leather-bound book for what felt like the hundredth time, you found the strange flower.

————— MYRTLE Myrtus

Meaning: Love —————

Huh. Well. Okay then. A little on the nose, but alright.

~~~

“Um, excuse me? Miss…Myrtle Warren?”

“A boy!” the unsettling ghost girl shrieked. “Twice! In one day!”

“There was another boy in here?” you asked hopefully. “Who was he?”

“Get out! This is the ladies’ room!”

“I’m real sorry, Miss Myrtle,” you said placatingly. “I’m just on a…scavenger hunt of sorts, and I thought a clue led to you. My apologies for bothering you.”

“A scavenger hunt?” Myrtle questioned, suddenly interested. She uncrossed her arms and floated down from the ceiling. “What are you looking for?”

“A flower of some sort? The last one I got was from a myrtle tree.” You held the offensively pink flower up for her to see. “It’s why I thought you might be the next clue.”

She looked flattered. “Well…the other boy who came in here earlier did have something with him. A package.”

“Did he leave it in here?”

“Yes.” Myrtle points to the dusty windowsill on the far wall. “Why is he leaving things for you?”

“I don’t know,” you said vaguely, hoping to bypass the conversation. As much as you’d love to discuss the intricacies of queer relationships with an annoying ghost girl who died in the forties, you’d rather do literally anything else.

So you merely picked up the brown paper-wrapped item, familiarly decorated with a lavender bow and a green carnation, and tucked it safely in your bag to be opened later.

“Thank you for your help, Miss Myrtle.”

The ghost giggled and her cheeks turned a silvery-white; probably the phantasmic equivalent of a blush.

You quickly hurried out of the girls’ bathroom.

~~~

————— CLEMATIS Clematis

Meaning: Cleverness —————

“I’m at a dead end,” you groaned, resting your head on your arms.

Ron patted your shoulder from beside you, only half paying attention to your queer plight. “You’ll figure it out,” he mumbled around a mouthful of pie, spewing crumbs all over the table.

Hermione made a face. “Charming, Ronald.” At his weak protests, she just rolled her eyes and turned back to you. “How do you even know it’s a boy anyways?”

“Carnations,” you mumbled. “Green carnations. Oscar Wilde’s secret symbol of homosexuality in the late nineteenth century.”

“Okay, so your secret admirer is a dork, is what you’re saying,” Ron drawled.

You looked up with a scowl, ready to throw back a witty remark, when you were interrupted by Lightning Boy-howdy-how-has-he-not-died-yet.

“What’s with the whole bouquet you’ve got going on, L/n?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at the half-dozen flowers spread out across the table.

“Trying to decode some fuckin’ Victorian bullshit.” You smacked the book down on the table, frustrated.

Harry picked up the large dark purple flower you’d unceremoniously tossed in front of you.

“Oh, this is a clematis flower,” he said offhandedly. “My aunt and uncle have this exact shrub in their garden. The blooms never get this big though.”

You perked up in surprise. “You’re familiar with it?”

Harry nodded. “Yep. Tricky little bugger. Lord Neville’s a pretty aggressive feeder and needs lots of fertilizer, although that’s true of all clematis plants, I suppose. They’re also—”

“What did you just say?” you interrupted.

“It’s an aggressive feeder…?”

“No, no, the other part. Lord Neville?”

Harry quirks an eyebrow. “Yeah? It’s just the name of the subspecies, Y/n. No big deal.”

“Oh my Godric— I have to go!”

You shove everything into your bag, almost tripping over the table’s bench in your haste to get up.

“What about lunch?” Ron called after you, affronted.

“No time!”

~~~

You hesitantly opened the door to Greenhouse No. 5, peeking inside the warm shed.

“Neville?” you called out cautiously, giving one plant actively trying to wriggle out of its pot nearby a wary look.

You fully stepped inside the greenhouse, your attention immediately caught by the neat trail of green fan-shaped petals on the ground.

You followed the trail through the front room of the greenhouse, crossing through the threshold to the second room and looking up, only to see—

“Berkshire?”

Enzo rocked back and forth on his feet nervously, chewing his bottom lip and fiddling with the cuffs of his uniform shirt. “Surprise?”

You didn’t know the boy too well. You’d been his assigned partner on a few school projects here and there, and he’d always been friendly when you passed him in the halls, but he’d always seemed a bit reserved and shy around you.

You took a moment to draw your gaze away from him to look around the greenhouse. A silver and green Slytherin blanket was spread out neatly across the ground by Enzo’s feet. A proper wicker picnic basket, two crystal glasses, and a bottle of wine sat on the edge of the blanket, waiting.

Enzo himself had a green carnation pinned to the pocket of his shirt, tied with a lavender ribbon. You grinned.

“You did all this?”

He must’ve misinterpreted your tone of surprise, because he immediately panicked. “U-um, yes. Yeah. Yep. Sorry. I should’ve asked before trying to court you, right? Oh— rats, I didn’t I ask— I just thought you were so handsome, and nice, and— and I didn’t really know how to ask you out—” he rambled nervously.

“Thank you,” you interrupted, for his sake. “This is adorable.”

Enzo’s face was bright red, and you couldn’t help but grin at the sight.

“Why flowers?”

“Oh! Uh. Big part of pureblood culture. Flowers. Daphne, Astoria, Pansy…all flowers.”

You nodded, still grinning.

Enzo cleared his throat awkwardly and motioned to the blanket. “Please, sit.”

You settled down on the soft blanket across from him, sitting cross legged. At your perpetual grin, he seemed to relax a bit.

“Y’know,” you started, as he uncorked the wine and started pouring the glasses, “I think this is the perfect place for a first date.”

His hands trembled as you said that and he looked up at you hopefully. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you grinned. “Perfect place for romance to bloom.”

“That’s a terrible pun.”

“I know. Can you be-leaf it?”

“That’s worse.”

“Be nice. I’m a budding comedian.”

“Shut up.”

“Why don’t you use your tulips to make me?”

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[please comment if you enjoyed this! this author needs constant positive reinforcement, like a literal toddler!]

[yaniiiiism]

just fine. -h.hj ✦ !

🧸 chapter 1.

read chapter 2 ✿ here.

͏✶ pairing : hwang hyunjin x fem!reader ͏✶ info : sadfic (IM SORRY) , a LOT of angst , melancholy (ofc) , drama , feelings , mature themes , suggestive , bsfs , one sided . ͏✶ personas: uni students ; dancers ; hyunjin does art and dance, reader does dance and songwriting. ͏͏✶ word count : 534 ͏✶ warnings : mature themes !

“Seriously?” 

His voice shot through, brows furrowing in confusion as he ran his fingers through his freshly-permed, raven strands. 

“You’re saying you’ve never— ever, slept or made out with a guy?” “How are we still on this topic?” 

The brunette that was nicely settled on her bed, whined, eyes quickly skimming through her Economics course-book. She tapped her pen against the page, trying to focus. 

“I thought we were over this. Yes, Hyunjin, I’m so pathetic and picky that I’ve never slept or kissed a guy. Can we end it here, please?” He leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her life like it was some biography project. 

“What about that guy at the freshers’ party?”

“We had just met?” She sighed, flipping the pages of her textbook a little too forcefully.

He wasn't ready to drop the subject just yet. 

"But you guys were flirting the whole night. I thought for sure something happened after I left."

“Flirting? You call yapping about similar interests— in this case, songwriting, flirting now? While your tongue was figuratively and practically down—” 

She got up from the bed, her voice wavering the tiniest bit, the twinkle in her eyes, fading just a tad. To which she continued by clearing her throat. 

“..Seori’s throat the whole evening?” A glare was shot his way, as she walked towards him, or rather her desk he was nestled near, grabbing a pair of her pastel highlighters.

Hyunjin's eyebrows furrowed further at her jab, but there was a softness in his gaze as he watched her. He knew her well enough to catch the shift in her tone, the subtle way her defences went up whenever this topic came around. They'd shared everything growing up—secrets, dreams, fears—yet, there were still things he couldn't quite figure out about her.

The soft sound in the background was like a lullaby, weaving through the air with a bittersweet elegance. The ethereal notes of "Apocalypse" by Cigarettes After Sex drifted like whispered secrets, mingling with the soft hum of the room. Its dreamy, hazy paints brushed over the room like on a canvas, accentuating the gravity of their conversation as if the song itself was echoing their unspoken intentions.

With her gaze lingering on him a moment longer, tracing the familiar curves of his face— her eyes flickered with a blend of frustration and vulnerability. 

Those sharp yet calm eyes that seemed to pierce through her defences, his plump lips that moved so delicately, spilling words that always made her heart clench just a little too tight. 

There was a melancholy in the way her eyes looked at him, betraying a sadness she kept buried deep in the shadows, the familiar glint absent.

For a brief moment, she allowed herself to imagine what it would be like to close the distance between them.

To let the words she never dared to speak tumble out. 

To feel those pink lips on hers, once again.

To let the outer world fade away in a muted embrace, even if it lasted just a mere minute.

But— there are always buts, right?

But— those lips could never belong to her.

But, he could never be hers. 

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author's note !

HAIAIAIAIAI DWBHHKEHEEWJ I AM BACK i hate sadfics yet half my notes app is full of sadfics </3 lowkey or highkey inspired by cough cough hyune's past 3 lives w the permed hair plus hyunebinnie dorm..? next part..?

[aliceintheworld]

PURE ATTRACTION | JJK | TATTOO ARTIST

Pairing: TattooArtistJungkook X NaiveReader

summary: "I shouldn’t be watching a man undressing, specially not from the house next door."

Warning: angst 😭 (I know, but I promise it will pass soon) kiss, crying, Jungkook being an idiot, but regretting later (he will suffer a bit more in the next chapters, I promise) alcoholic drink, confession 😍

A/N: I know, I promised I would post this yesterday, but my internet stopped working and there was nothing I could do 🤷‍♀️ anyway, here it is: finally things are aligning a little bit. Spoiler alert: the OC's mother will soon find out what’s going on, and things will get ugly 😬. Speaking of which, PURE ATTRACTION is coming to an end, and I'm already thinking about new projects. I hope you can join me on this journey 🤟

Previous Chapter

CAPITULO 11

The fright pulls me away from Y/N instantly. When I look back, it's Bora calling me. She stops walking and stares at us for a few seconds. Then she smiles in a mischievous way, almost as if we were doing something more than a near kiss. I can't ignore the bad feeling that overwhelms me when I can't achieve my goal. I know I'm confused and should avoid playing with someone else's feelings, but being apart from her these past few days, has been my greatest martyrdom.

“Sorry to interrupt.” She giggles, biting her lower lip.

“You didn’t interrupt anything.” Y/N quickly shakes her head, embarrassed. “I need to see Hayun. Is she around?”

“Yes.” Bora nods in agreement. “Jungkook, Namjoon was looking for you. Please go see him. No one can stand him anymore, seriously. It feels like a funeral over there.”

“I’ll be right there.” I sigh, feeling I have no choice. I didn't want to go, but I know I need to. I glance at Y/N one last time before heading inside Yoongi's house. I try to maintain a calm expression, but I can’t. I’m so dazed by everything happening that I can barely think straight.

Namjoon came to Busan out of the blue, and even though I have some regard for him, I didn’t want him to do it. I shouldn’t have mentioned the party to him, but I'm so used to having him in my life, I didn’t expect him to travel, just to see me. I didn’t want to do this to Y/N; she must be thinking horrible things about me—part of which are true—but before heading to Seoul, I wanted to talk to her and clear things up, not this mess that just happened. When she left my apartment that day, I spent hours in my room, echoing her words in my head.

I’m a proud person. I don’t like being wrong, and when I am, it’s hard for me to stop, breathe, and ask for forgiveness. However, that same day, I knew I needed to do it. I knew I needed to talk to Y/N and resolve everything before it was too late. Contrary to what she says, I really do like her. She makes me feel good, makes me happy... whenever I’m with her, I don’t think about anything else. My world, filled with problems and worries, becomes a world that is only hers. I wanted to say this to her, but I'm so confused about Namjoon that I'm afraid to make the situation worse and regret it even more.

As I approach the house, I see him among my friends, leaning against the wall. He seems unfazed by the grim situation, but I know he is bothered. I’ve known him for years, and I know he liked everyone before all the shit hit the fan, throwing our dreams and what we built together, in the trash. He smiles at me when he sees me, and I can’t reciprocate in the same way. The pride I once felt being with him, no longer exist.

“Is everything okay?” I ask when I reach Namjoon. He shrugs and shows me a red cup with a clear drink. It looks like water, but I'm pretty sure it isn’t.

“I’ve been better.” He explains in a slurred voice, watching Taehyung and Yoori kissing in the corner. It used to be the two of us, the lovey-dovey couple. “Is everything okay? You were with that girl for a good while.”

“I needed to talk to her.” I say honestly, feeling anxious; it’s like I’m doing something wrong when I know I’m not.

“She seems important... the way you looked at her...” He suggests, but it doesn’t seem serious. It’s as if he’s saying all this, but knows there’s no possibility of any involvement. Y/N isn’t the type of person I would have approached with interest, in the past, and Namjoon knows that.

“She is important.” I confirm, trying to stay relaxed. Namjoon bites his lip and looks at me with an expression I can't decipher.

“You’re joking, right?” He asks; his jaw tightens, waiting for a response.

“I’m not.” I shake my head; my heart pounding almost as loud as the music. “We had a connection, and she’s important to me, that's why we talked.”

“Wow.” Namjoon scoffs, drinking more of his drink. He rolls his eyes ironically, and then sighs. “You really bounce back quickly.”

“What did you expect me to do? Wait for you?”

“No, just that you’d wait until everything could align.”

“You didn’t wait, Namjoon.” My throat burns with my growl. How can he be so hypocritical? “You ended everything. You slept with that guy from your work when we were about to move in together.”

“I made a mistake. You needed one mistake to end everything.” He replies.

“I needed one mistake to realize you weren’t the right person for me.” I say, clarifying the fact for both him and me. “Love doesn’t hurt, doesn’t deceive. What you did... you just ruined everything. What are you really doing here?”

“I thought I was welcome in your life.” He argues, and it’s the first time I see pain and regret in his eyes. He steps closer to me, his short breaths hitting my face. Him being taller than me never bothered me, but now it feels like he’s a tower over me. A mountain. “I thought you still loved me.”

“I loved the person I thought you were.” I say, closing my eyes. My throat tightens and my chest feels heavy. All the good moments we had together flash in my mind. The first time I saw him, the first time we made love. The first time I said I loved him, scared that he wouldn’t feel the same, and Namjoon reciprocated, exceeding all my expectations. All of that no longer exists. The Jungkook who was crazy about him, who admired him, is just a shadow of who I am now. I loved him so much that I almost overlooked his betrayal for us to be together. I no longer see a future for us, I see nothing but emptiness.

“I made a mistake once, Jungkook. Just once.” He says with a slurred tongue. He looks drunk and sad. A bad combination.

“Namjoon, that’s enough. This is serious now. I want this to end. Go back to Seoul. Stay in your apartment. You need to forget me and move on. We’re not good for each other.”

“We can fix all this. We can move on together.”

“We can’t, because I’ve already made my decision. You no longer fit in my life.” I’ve never been so decisive as I am now. I remember, in the back of my mind, the way I feel every time I see Y/N; none of this feels right.What he did is unforgivable, and I could never trust him again. It just seems wrong. His dark eyes fill with tears, and he takes another step closer to me. His scent mixed with alcohol is still good, but doesn't draw me like three months ago.

“I can show you that you still want me. That I still have you.” He whispers, and even though I don’t want to, I close my eyes to welcome him. For the last time. Just this once, and then everything will be over.

His mouth crashes against mine with ferocity. He seems to show through his actions that he’s regretful, and I can feel it, but it’s not enough. In the midst of the kiss, I take everything from him. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him against me. Namjoon is mine, for the last time. All these years together, I thought it would be forever, but we can’t be anymore. His tongue meets mine in a wildness I recognize. I grunt between his lips as I feel his hand on my back, so forcefully that it’s as if he wants to merge with me. The kiss is sexual, but devoid of feeling. Y/N echoes in my head once again, from when we kissed in your room while her mom was knocking on the door. When our lips met, I felt so much more than just physical contact or her touch. It’s then that I realize it’s not worth it. All the suffering has passed, and I don’t need this anymore. I abruptly pull away from him. Our heavy, quick breaths mix as I stare into his eyes. He tries to get closer again, but I don't allow it. I push him away with my hands, trembling, anxious and sad.

“It’s over.” I whisper. His face contorts as if I’ve punched him. I feel sorry for him, but I can’t deceive us anymore. “It’s over. That was the last time we kissed. The last time you touched me. I didn’t end our relationship. You did.” I conclude; my voice comes out hoarse and in a grunt from deep in my throat. There’s no anger, no resentment towards him. Namjoon doesn’t respond, completely silent, and how could he?

I cover my face with my hands, and let out a sigh mixed with relief and anguish, escaping my soul. When I turn around, my eyes unconsciously go to the woman who, since I met her, changed something within me. Her eyes, however, are filled with tears; her cheeks flushed as if she’s holding back an impending cry. Only then do I realize that Y/N must have seen the kiss with Namjoon, and I can’t imagine what she must be thinking. Before I can react, she turns her back and walks away from the crowded room.

“Y/N!” I shout through the people, but my voice sounds low amidst the music. I move instinctively and hurry after her. Her body almost disappears down the hallway, but I run faster, pushing past two guys who look like they want to kill me, and a girl, who yells at me for bumping into her. None of this stops me until I manage to catch her by the arm. “Y/N, stop!”

“Let me go!” She twists her wrist, shaking her body so I’ll release her. I loosen my grip on her skin, afraid of hurting her, and she pulls away again, faster this time. She heads for the main door of the house and flings it open.

“I’m not letting you go!” I yell at her, walking faster as the facade of the house gets further away from us. “Y/N, listen to me!”

“Stop following me!” She screams at me; her usually sweet and soft voice sounds angry and hurt. I run faster until I can stand in front of her. I don’t touch her, but I don’t let her pass, using my body like a wall to block her path. “Let me through, Jungkook.”

“No.” I shake my head. Her face twists. Her nose crinkles, and her forehead furrows. I’m sure if she could hit me right now, she would.

“Let me through.” She pleads again, taking short steps that I once again block.

“No, not until you listen to me.” I say with such force that she flinches. Her angry, hardened face transforms into an ironic laugh, which fades as more tears fill her eyes. Her white, smooth neck is filled with veins, as if she’s about to burst with rage. Her breath comes fast, as if she doesn’t have enough air.

“You’re a fucking bastard, a total son of bitch. I don't want to listen anything.” She growls at me. It’s the first time I’ve seen her curse; it’s so strange that it feels like those words don’t belong to her. “How can you do this to me? Yo-You are... I don’t even have words to describe you!”

“I know! I know! I’m a fucking mess, do you think I don’t know that?”

“You’re a son of bitch!” She screams again at me, pushing against my chest. “I want to punch you right now! I want to hit you until you turn into someone Irrecognizable.” She pushes me again, but I hardly budge. Although she’s angry and furious with me, I’m much bigger and stronger than her. I remain silent, watching as the trapped tears begin to flow down her face. The face that so often had been lit up with joy when she was with me, now looks defeated.

“I know... Y/N, I know.” I respond in a whisper. I stop her from pushing me again, holding onto her fist. I imagined she would use her strength against me and pull away one more time, but she doesn’t. Her silent crying takes over her body, and her shoulders shake. The pain I feel seeing her this way, knowing that I caused it leaves me frozen, but my arms move before I can think, and I hug her.

Her face aligns against my neck, and her sobs grow deeper. I open my mouth to say something, to apologize for everything I’ve caused her, but the words stick in my throat, and a voice in my head tells me that even if I tell her how sorry I am, nothing changes what I did. I hurt her, regardless. Apologies, unfortunately, don’t help much in this case.

“I’m sorry.” I say, contradicting all my thoughts. Even knowing that words don’t help at all, I say again: “I’m really sorry. Forgive me, Y/N.” I plead, closing my eyes. I feel her arms wrap around my body, bringing me a pleasure I can't even describe. How long has it been since I felt that excitement from just a hug?

“Stop apologizing.” She asks, pulling away from me. In the place of her warm body, only coldness remains in mine, with her distance. “Why did you kiss him? Why did you say all those things to me and then kissed him?”

“Because I needed to.” I clarify. Y/N opens her mouth to say something, perhaps to curse me again, but I’m quicker. “It’s over. We are nothing more than strangers now."

“How come?”

“That was the last time we were together, after almost five years. After everything, I needed this ending. I realized he no longer fits me.” I say, and not feeling the sadness I felt before, just imagining such a situation, brings me hope. Hope that I won’t have to suffer for Namjoon anymore. That I won’t have to feel anguish and pain over him.

“I don’t... I don’t know what to say.” Y/N shrugs, wiping her wet, swollen face. “But I don’t take back what I said. You really are a bastard.”

“I know.” I agree, unable to deny any of her statements. “And I also know that I hurt you, but I want to fix what I did. I want to fix all the shit I made you go through.”

“I don’t want anything from you.” She presses her lips together; those red lips I love so much, that for a second, I get lost in thought. I miss kissing her. Talking to her. Observing the little wrinkle at the corner of her right eye, every time she laughs. Not when she smiles, but when she giggles heartily. I never thought this could happen so quickly, even after Namjoon, but my heart leaps just thinking about her. Thinking about our kisses.

“Y/N, I can finally fix what I did wrong. That day I was so confused. I told you I didn't want something serious, but I did. I was scared; I just didn't want to get hurt again.” I confess to her, recalling the memories of that morning, when I turned my back on her because I couldn't bear to look into her eyes, as she left my apartment.

“Do you really think I'm going to believe all of this? After everything you've done to me? You're being a damn liar, a manipulative jerk." she grunts; I can see the anger in her eyes, the disbelief radiating from her.

“Y/N, I needed that. To finally know what I wanted.”

“You needed a kiss? You're a joke. Seriously.”

“Believe me.” I plead, my voice a whisper. I lean closer to her, holding her face in my hands. Her cheeks are flushed from crying, from the turmoil of emotions. “I want you.”

“I won’t be your consolation prize.” She whispers back, furrowing her brows. Y/N seems so determined and strong, that it's like all my words means nothing to her.

“You’re not.”

“I won’t be your second option.” She repeats, grunting at me.

“You’re none of that.” I repeat, irritated that she even thinks that way. She tucks her hair behind her ear and looks away, as if she could be saved by someone amid the darkness of the neighborhood. When she finds no one else, she sighs, biting her lips hard.

"I wish you had said all of this earlier. How can I believe anything you say now?" she asks, and unfortunately, I have no answer for that question.

"I'm sorry again," I beg, defeated. "Y/N, can I take you home? Can we talk about this somewhere else?" I ask, a bit hesitant. I want her to understand that even though I made many mistakes, I'm willing to do anything to show her how important she is to me. Y/N shakes her head, however, breaking all my hopes.

"I can't be near you. Every time I'm close, I end up losing control." She says, and I completely understand what she means. Whenever we're alone, I feel an energy between us that draws us together like an invisible magnet. I smile, agreeing with her.

"I can't control myself when I'm with you, either," I respond earnestly, and her previously sad face lights up with embarrassment.

"Jungkook, stop," she pleads, almost through clenched teeth. Her cheeks are flushed now, thanks to my words.

"I'm telling the truth. Deal with it."

"I really need to go," she changes the subject, shaking her head. Then she sighs, looking at her fingers. "I... I’ll call a taxi." She turns her back to me, before I can react.

"What? What do you mean?" I follow her again, as she walks back to Yoongi's house. Y/N looks at me, as if mentally questioning what I'm doing so close to her, but I don't care.

"Jungkook, go back to your party," she commands, walking faster.

"I'm not letting you take a taxi home at this hour. Forget it." I shrug, annoyed. She may not want to listen to me or look at my face, but nothing will convince me to let her go with a stranger in the middle of the night.

"What does it have to do with you?" she questions without looking at me, and I have to walk faster to get in front of her again. Her irritated, mocking, and sarcastic expression fades, when I look her in the eyes.

"Stop talking like that. Do you really think I don't care about you?"

"You are a—"

"I’m a jerk. I know. I just asked if you really think I don't care about you. Do you really think I don’t want what’s best for you?"

"I don’t know," she replies, shrugging. "After tonight, I can't think about anything else," she argues, furrowing her brows. I step closer to her, taking a short step forward. Her perfume, different from Namjoon's, completely captivates me. It's as if everything about her is designed to drive me crazy.

"Y/N, let me take you. My car is over there, across the street," I whisper, locking my gaze with hers, noticing how her pupils dilate when she accidentally glances at my mouth.

"I don’t know," she repeats, as if she’s fighting something internally.

"I'll take you. We don’t have to say a word to each other. You get in the car and then get out when we reach your place," I conclude, hopeful. She pauses for a moment and sighs, looking at her fingers again. It seems she's contemplating my offer for a few seconds, still uncertain.

"Okay," she says softly, as if afraid of her own decision. Her voice, once filled with anger, now sounds neutral. If I could choose any superpower right now, it would definitely be the ability to read her mind.

I clear my throat, nodding, and slowly step back from her, wary that any sudden movement might make her change her mind. My car isn’t too far away, so we walk in silence for just a minute. Yoongi's house still seems lively, with people coming and going through the main gate. I take one last look at the place, mentally thanking myself for leaving the car key in my pocket, as I glance at Y/N without saying a word. She remains silent the whole time, while I quickly open her door and then mine. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice how she pulls on her seatbelt and looks at me for a moment, as if she’s examining me.

Even under her gaze, I don’t utter a single word. My whole body feels tense, alive, electric. I dare to contemplate her, the same way she does with me, taking in her from head to toe, from her Converse sneakers to her dress that’s much larger than her body, with a small slit opening on her left leg that, for God’s sake, reveals her smooth, soft skin –the same skin I had touched and taken everything from, just days ago. I clear my throat and start the car, reluctant to leave my spot.

A sudden rain starts to wet the windshield, and I thank the universe for, even if not intentionally, give me more time with this. The entire drive is a torture and, at the same time, a source of pleasure. I keep thinking to myself that if I can’t convince her, this might be one of the last times I ever see her before I go to Seoul. I savor everything about her: her scent, her presence, her calmness amidst so many storms, trying to imprint all these details in my mind. How did I get to this point? How could I be so confused about Namjoon when I’m clearly in love with her? Obsessed with everything she does?

When her house comes into view, I swallow hard, feeling my mouth dry. I want to say so many things, yet no words seem right. I look at her face, and almost immediately, she looks at me too. We both sit in silence, listening the rain and lost in thought. Then she smiles shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Thank you for bringing me," she says, looking down. "And I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have cursed at you. I shouldn’t have said all those things. I... Jungkook, I wanted to see you hurt, just like I felt, but I had no right. I was wrong for that. I want you to be happy. I want you to be loved, no matter who you’re with." She confess, and her eyes crinkle the way only hers do, calm and serene. I open my mouth to say something, to affirm she had every right over me, but she gets out of the car before I can tell her everything. "Goodbye." She whispers with a weak smile, giving me her back and entering before the rain makes her wetter.

I stay there for a moment, frozen, breathing heavily. I look at the door of her house, and then at my mother’s, thinking that, unlike my father, I’ve always considered myself brave. I’ve always seen myself as a confident person. With everything that has happened in my life, I have never taken a step back, and I have never let fear paralyze me or hold me back from anything. I get out my car hesitantly, but I don’t stop. I walk quickly to the short steps, and ring the doorbell, freezing with cold and the water. Y/N opens the door a second later, almost as if she was waiting for me on the other side. Her face illuminated by the yellow streetlight.

"Y/N, I don’t want you to leave my life," I declare breathlessly; my heart pounding so hard it feels like it’s about to jump out of my chest. "I have no right to say this and I don’t even deserve you to listen to me, but I want you to know that since the first time I saw you, at your bedroom window, everything about you caught my attention. The way you speak, the way you look at me, how you listen to everyone as if they all deserve your attention, how empathetic you are, and how simply good you are... I can’t stop thinking about you. I talk about you to my friends, to my mother. I miss you even when we haven’t seen each other for a short time... I don’t want this to end. Us. I don't want us to end." I laugh desperately, not even knowing what I am doing, filled with hope and moments of us together in my mind. I can literally feel my blood rushing through my body, pulsing strong like never before.

"Jungkook, you—" She tries to say, but I stop her by placing my hands on her cheeks. I lean in so close I can feel her breath on my face.

"I know I’m an idiot, but I’m so damn in love with you that I deserve a second chance, just to show you that I’m worthy of you, that I can make every day, from now on, the best day of your life." I whisper, gazing into her eyes. They widen in shock and surprise. Tears form in them, and one falls onto my thumb, on the apple of her cheek.

"I’m in love with you too," she confesses in a whisper, and I have to lean in closer to assure myself that I’m not dreaming. She smiles, as if she senses my confusion. "I’m in love with you too," she confirms, just for my ears.

And I can’t hold back any longer. I can’t anymore. It's when I kiss her, so intensely and suddenly, that it takes her a few seconds to respond. Her soft lips form a sweet smile against mine, and I can't help but chuckle too, happy, content, all at once. She places her hands on my face, tenderly, and then winks at me. Her eyelashes brushing against the tops of her cheeks because of the rain.

"Come in, I don't want you to get sick from the cold," she invites me, pulling me in. Then she kisses me one more time.

Thank God for this fucking rain.

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[tsukkisdinocollection]

Atsumu fluff au where its enemies to lovers ✌💗🤟💗🤟💗🤟 -ur cousin

Not Another Song About Love

⭑Pairing : Atsumu Miya x Reader (Romantic)

⭑ Content Warning(s): Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns, reader is implied to have her hair down, swearing, not proofread

⭑ Word Count : 1k+

⭑ Synopsis : In a "playful" argument with your mortal enemy, he ends up confesses his hidden feelings about you.

⭑ Author's Note : thanks for the request girlie 😜 i'm so uncreative that i keep titling my fics with song names whoops

also shit's lowkey ass i can't write pathetic losers like him for my life but i like 'tsumu

God, you hated him so much.

His stupid dark brown undercut, his stupid droopy eyes, that stupid smug grin on his face–

So how did you end up falling in love with him?

Your “enemyship” – as you called it – started when you two met in 4th grade, and he ended up pushing you off the swing because he wanted to go on the swings with his twin brother. You ended up pushing him off back, and the rest is history.

Honestly, you would have forgiven literally anybody else if they did the same thing when you were younger. But something about his annoying face made you want to punch him. Seems like he had the same thoughts, as he played along with your insults and retorts. After being in the same junior high, you had thought that things would change for the better when you enrolled into Inarizaki.

Boy, were you sorely mistaken.

Because as you locked eyes with the same boy, the same boy who you wished to cut all his hair in his sleep with scissors – your heart dropped. He was too, at least you think he was, because he widened his eyes slightly as he looked at his twin brother and back at you. Then, that stupid smirk on his face that he always had returned.

“I didn’t know you were smart enough to get into this school,” he chuckled. His brother leaned forward to take a look at you, sizing you up before sighing.

“I could say the same thing,” you frowned, folding your arms over your chest.

Atsumu let out a giggle, before stretching his arms. “Well, I have to go to class, dearie,” he mocked. “I’ll see you later.”

You rolled your eyes as he walked off with his brother, fists clenching as your hands returned to your sides.

But that was your first year. Now, you two were in your second year, and it was time for you to…turn a new leaf, perhaps. You were going to apologize to Atsumu for starting an immature “enemyship”, only to end up in another argument with him. Serious or not, you couldn’t tell. You both were just saying what was on your mind – and unfortunately causing a scene in front of the rest of his team.

You don’t even know how this happened. At first, you wanted to apologize, but then you ended up like this.

“Maybe I would’ve confessed to you if you didn’t have such a bitchy personality–” he started, eyebrows furrowing. After he spoke, he widened his eyes, slapping a hand over his mouth.

You were about to come up with a smart response when you processed his words.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Shut up!”

One of his teammates seemed to be recording the conversation on his phone shamelessly. You don’t know any of his teammates’ names except for Osamu, but honestly, you couldn’t really care less at that moment. Yet from the corner of your eye, you saw him smirk ever so slightly as he held his phone up.

You blinked, taken aback for a moment before bursting into laughter. Atsumu whipped his head around the room, the tips of his ears turning red like his cheeks.

“Stop laughing!” he whined, prideful composure lost. He didn’t even remember that half his teammates were watching, and one was recording.

Yet you didn’t stop, continuing to laugh like he had just said the funniest joke in the world. Well, in your eyes, he did.

“No way you’re serious!” you said in between laughs.

As you calmed down, you looked at Atsumu, smile faltering as you noticed how he blushed profusely, and crescent marks began to form on his palms from how tightly he clenched his fists.

“Oh.”

You mumbled, expression falling. You froze in place, face blank.

“Agh!” the blonde cried out. “You’re so mean!”

He suddenly stormed out of the gym, rendering both you and his teammates speechless. In a panic, you ran after him, slamming the gym doors shut.

“Do you think he’ll be okay?” one of his teammates asked, leaning closer to Osamu as he whispered in his ear. Osamu shrugged in response.

“He’s been in denial about his feelings towards her for years.”

His teammate only nodded. “You should go after him.”

“Nah. They’ll get through whatever that was themselves.”

As Atsumu ran out the gym, you chased after him, hand reaching out to grab the collar of his jacket and pull him back. Luckily, you managed to grab ahold of his collar, dragging him back and nearly bumping into him in the process. He yelped.

“Hey, what’re you doing!”

He crossed his arms, looking away from you like a child. You sighed softly.

“Do you really like me, ‘Tsumu?”

“I don’t allow you to call me that–”

“Shut up.”

You huffed, leaning in closer to him. Somehow, he turned a brighter shade of red, his complexion similar to a tomato.

“Don’t get so close to me,” he pouted. You fought the urge to roll your eyes at his antics.

“Well? Is it true?”

“Obviously.”

An awkward silence fell upon you two after he spoke. You didn’t know what to say. To be honest, now that his true feelings were revealed, you began thinking about the times you felt your cheeks warm up whenever he came up with some cheesy term of endearment to refer to you as. You knew he didn’t really mean them, but it still caused your heart to feel fuzzy. In a good way, of course. Or, when you couldn’t help attending his matches, using the excuse of “wanting to see his downfall”.

“Hm…I guess I like you too,” you shrugged. His eyes suddenly sparkled as his pout was replaced with a large grin.

“Really!?”

“Maybe.”

He leaped out of your grasp, pulling you closer to embrace him. Your head subconsciously nuzzled against the crook of his shoulder, a sigh escaping your lips as he smiled brightly.

“Soooo,” he began. “Are we enemies still?”

“If you wanna be,” you replied.

“...nah,” he stroked your hair softly, fingers combing through your locks.

“I think I’d like to call you my girlfriend, though.”

[jwanniie]

Can I request g!p Petalz x reader?

Petalz thoughts!

Warnings: threesome, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your Willy), food in bed, bondage kink, degradation kink, breeding kink, Kkura and Zuha are competitive, the word slut, rough sex, public sex and just SMUT!

Ok let’s start off with a fact, both of them are hella competitive!😮‍💨

They’d literally compete about who lasts longer, who’s cum is more, and stickier, who’s balls are heavier, who could push their cum deeper into you and literally everything!

Since we mentioned cumming, both of them have a next level breeding kink. Seeing who’s cum could go deeper, “baby’s gonna be pregnant?” Sakura says as she finishes in you. “Let’s see who’s child you gonna be having?” Kazuha says with an excited grin, pushing sakuras cum deeper to shoot a new pool of her seed into you.

Both of them are perfect for you, Sakura having a degradation kink and Kazuha a bondage kink. Sakura teasing you and humiliating you while Kazuha is enjoying the lack of freedom you have in bed.

“Sluts are made to be fucked like this” Sakura says in the middle of ramming your brain out, your hands and legs wrapped around every edge of the bed while Kazuhas whole cock is abusing your throat and your nose on her pelvis. Your tears wetting Kazuhas pelvis. “Fuck baby nngh im fucking your throat and you can do nothing about it” Kazuha lets out a loud laugh mixed with a moan.

The only way they think is with their dick, they don’t care are you home, in public, at your parents house, at a party, a dinner with friends. That isn’t important to them, when they need you, they are gonna have you!

So public sex is something dangerously often, (well most of the time they are horny)🤷‍♀️

They would fuck you in any place, when you are trying clothes in the dressing room and you come out and show them, they can’t help but feel their cocks stiffen. Soon you are pushed into the bench of the dressing room. Their balls slapping against your ass and their tip devouring your insides. Hand on your mouth to muffle your sinful sounds, at some point they would remove their hand and let people hear how good they are fucking you.

They love sloppy and messy blow jobs where, your are in between their legs and your mouth is moving relentlessly, their hand on the back of your head and you are choking at their above average length, showing you how they are dominating you even when you are giving them pleasure.

I’m pretty sure the duo, Kkura and Zuha have crazy and filthy fantasies. Sakura would probably try to fit both of their cocks into your tiny hole or try to fit the duos cock into your mouth. Unfortunately she doesn’t really succeed but at least they have turns on you.😔

Kazuha again has something with food in bed, bringing whipped cream and stuffing it into your pussy then performing oral sex or Chocolate syrup and just spilling it all over your body and she and Kkura lick it off of you.

Sex with them is never boring!🤟🫦😮‍💨

[takenbypeter]

hiii! can i request a chalamet!wonka x fem!reader where they’re childhood best friends and have grown up on the ship together and get stuck at scrubbit’s together?? and willy is super upset he got them into this mess and they’re stuck in own room (with one bed 🤭🤟) and fluff and confessions happen

Share This Moment With Me

Willy Wonka x reader

Words: 1728

You couldn’t believe this.

5 years together on the ocean and even then you had your own cabin, but of course, at this small inn where you’ve been trapped the only room they claimed available was a single.

Now you didn’t blame the boy for spending all the sovereigns, you didn’t blame the boy for even finding this place, and to be fair you signed the contract without reading correctly either, so partially it was your fault as well, but what’s done was done and it couldn’t be changed. You were gradually coming to terms with that.

Willy not so much.

There he was pacing back and forth as you sat in the chair, your chin in your hand watching the man practically unravel in front of you.

“Sit down,” you breathed slightly annoyed at his trance, but he ignored and kept his pace. He walked back and forth muttering to himself with his hand raised and a fingernail between his teeth.

You had to do something, you couldn’t let him drive himself insane, or rather you insane. Blurting a “Willy!” You advance to the poor boy and placing your hands on both sides of his shoulders you push down, seating him on the mattress behind that barely looked clean. “Sit down, take a breather. What’s done is done,” you instruct calmly.

He peers up at you, his big brown eyes wide, “how are you so calm right now?”

You remove your hands from him, a tranquil tone present in your voice, “I’m not, but one of us has to keep it together.”

He threw his head in his hands, shaking it disappointedly, “I can’t believe I got us into this mess.”

“Hey, hey, you’re not the only one I could’ve taken a closer look at the contract.”

“I promised you a better life and look where it’s got us stuck.”

You pressed your lips thin at his pessimistic words. Giving up? This was unlike him, you didn’t like it. “It’s alright. Everything will be fine,” you said and he just sat there unmovable. “This isn’t like you,” you said, shocked at how dull your friend appeared.

“What happened to your positivity?”

Without answering your query he stands abruptly and heads for the door, “I’m going to ask again if they have two rooms.”

“Willy, even if they had one they’re not going to give it to us, that’s clear.”

He stopped hand frozen on the door handle because honestly you were right, just from that one experience with Mrs.Scrubbit and Mr. Bleacher, it was obvious they cared not a lick about comfortability that’s for sure.

“Come on, it’s late, let’s just get some rest. We’ll figure it out in the morning.”

At your mention of rest you noticed his expression contort a little, it was quick but it was an expression you couldn’t quite name.

“You take the bed, I’ll find comfort on the floor,” you offer but he quickly denied it. “Are you kidding? You take the bed, I'll take the floor.”

“If you take the floor I’ll just join you on the floor.”

“Fine, then let’s both just take the bed.”

“Fine.”

Willy pulls up the blankets that cover the bed, first the heavy one then the light one. You grab the light one while he climbs in and you push the heavy one more to his side.

Shutting off the light you climb in next and throw the light blanket over your body. Laying with your back to the boy and his to yours, you realize just how small the bed actually is.

Trying to ignore the knowledge of his body practically touching yours you pull your blanket tighter, instead focusing on how cold the night was.

That obviously was no help because now your body was just cold, you tried your best to conceal the feeling but no matter how hard you thought you couldn’t stop your body from shivering.

No doubt noticing your shivers, you feel a weight land over you, and you pull the heavy quilt over you and up to your chin.

Five minutes go by.

Fifteen minutes go by.

Twenty minutes go by and you’re still awake and alert.

You knew it wasn’t the cold keeping you up, in fact you were warm now, very warm. Now of course the quilt was keeping you warm but that didn’t explain the warmth you were beginning to feel in your cheeks, no that was caused but the knowledge of Willy Wonka’s body mere centimeters from yours.

You’ve known the boy since you were practically a child, it’s safe to say you’ve had your fair share of a crush on the boy. However, it was always one that would come and go and you’d like to think you had control over your feelings. However it was hard, when you were in such a situation like this.

You wait a few more minutes, but then you feel his body move no doubt turning around as you hear and feel the creak of the bed frame. “Can’t sleep?” You ask.

“No, can you?” You hear from behind and you turn, making your own creaking noises as you shift to face him. “No.”

You lay across from each other, face to face, staring as the light from the moon peeks through the window illuminating his facial features just enough for you to see.

You’re looking into his brown eyes while he does the same to you. You gaze over his features, his curls, his eyes, his nose, his lips, back to his eyes.

“Are you thinking about this whole mess again?” You finally ask.

“No.”

“Then what are you thinking about?”

He was silent, his eyes remaining on you.

“Willy, you’ve gotten into plenty of trouble before, what’s going on?” You ask, genuinely concerned for the boy and his thoughts. It was not healthy to be thinking so negatively.

“Yeah, but It’s easy to be optimistic and positive when it’s just me I have to take care of, but now I’ve roped you into this mess and who knows what will happen?” You lay in silence because he was right, who knows what will happen? “I asked you to come with me, I’m supposed to keep you safe. I just don’t want to be the reason someone I care so deeply about gets hurt.”

That was a lot to take in, he wants to keep you safe? He cares about you deeply?

“How am I supposed to imagine the future if I can’t even keep you safe in the present? “

“The future?”

He must’ve revealed something carelessly because in the next moment you could make out how his eyebrows knitted together and he sat up, “I have to get up,” he says and you sit up as well allowing him to scooch out from the bed and walk around, pacing as he did before.

“You picture us in the future together?”

“Well yeah, of course, I can’t imagine my future without you.”

The warmth that was only in your cheeks, spread, now affecting your whole face.

“Good, cause I can’t imagine a future without you,” you repeat, causing his nervous paces to slow.

“You do?” He asks, appearing to be in disbelief.

“Yes.”

“What do you picture our future like?”

You shrug suddenly growing shy, “what do you picture our future like?”

It seemed like this back and forth would never end.

“Okay, I can’t do this anymore,” he waves his arms around like a lunatic, “I have something to say,” he announces as if you hadn’t been listening. But just to show how in tune you were, you pushed against the bed positioning yourself closer to the edge to show you were paying close attention.

He froze, looking at you for a moment before beginning to pace again. “Just say it!” You urged tired of waiting for an answer.

He interlocks his hands together, tapping his pointer finger against his knuckles, “alright, I’m going to say something, and I don’t want this to ruin anything, because I value our friendship so much.”

You could practically see where this was going, he was just taking too long to get there.

“I mean we’ve been friends for so long, I wouldn’t want to do anything to cause damage to that,” unable to take the suspense any longer you do you both a favor and utter, “I like you.”

His mouth closes, quiet, while you contort your face into an embarrassed expression. It was hard to make Willy speechless but it seemed like you’ve just about done it. “I don’t just like you, I have feelings for you…” still, silence. “…romantic ones,” you add hoping that would knock him out of his apparent coma.

But it didn’t.

“Ahem,” you cough out, eyes now averted from his as you wonder if you’ve misread the whole situation. It can’t be, right?

You don't have too much time to think of it, because luckily he finds his words, “I like you too.” You finally peer back at him and he sits beside you on the bed. “I mean I have romantic feelings for you.”

A smile sneaked onto your face, but his still remains upset, “but now you’re stuck here with me, and it’s my fault.” Reaching over, you take his hand, “Willy, I’ve told you over and over again, it’s alright. Plus there’s no one I’d rather get stuck with than you.”

He let out a single laugh, “that sounds ridiculous.”

“Yeah well I happen to know of a chocolatier who loves ridiculous things, oh wait that’s you…” you say laughing at your own words, and of course your laugh causes him to laugh.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“So I guess you love me,” you meant it to be jokingly and lighthearted but you said it without thinking. You expected him to brush it off but apparently he was giving it much thought as he looked at you earnestly.

“I guess I do.”

This time, Willy didn’t hesitate. He tilted forward until his mouth met yours. It was a long awaited and lingering kiss between you two. One that left butterflies in your stomach as he smiled against your lips keeping his forehead pressed against yours.

“Oh I’m definitely going to have a hard time going to sleep now,” you joked while he laughed again, reattaching his lips to yours.

[shakioo]

The friendship vibes you didn’t know you’ve needed 😉

Damn, I’m in love with Karlach, she’s precious! As for me, I've got the best game ending possible: me (Mira, the gith/ bard), my hubby (Will, aka the only in-game healthy relationship) and my best friend (Karlach) got back to Avernus to kick some demons’ asses! That was hella epic!

Anyway, while I was still playing the game a little headcanon appeared: what if I wasn't the only character who loved music? What if Karlach was a singer (growling/ metal) and Will was a drummer? We still need at least one more guitarist for bass, but other then that our metal band is complete 🤟😎 There’re so many funny stories about this bunch of freaks, hope once I’ll draw at least some of them 😅

[callitwh4ty0uwant]

Jump then fall into me!

JJ Maybank x fem! Oc

Summery; a girl who's always been cautious and focused on her goals, is friends with JJ Maybank. Despite his flirtatious reputation, he starts showing a different side around her, and she begins to fall for him, their contrasting personalities lead to unexpected discoveries about themselves and each other. opposites attracting and finding love in unexpected places.

A/n: idk what this is I’m bored :(

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The screen light of the TV shined down on her face as she sat in bed, summer had just started and here she was sitting her bed 3:00am, watching TV in her bed. It was dark outside making everything a little more scary that it usually is at 3pm.

A light knock on her window startled her, she sat up on her bed, her eyebrows furrowing. Must’ve been the wind? Maybe? Her heart was pounding against her chest as she paused her television, knock knock, holy crap who the hell is outside.

She sat froze in her bed as the wind blew her curtains slightly, she jumped as her phone buzzed what the fuck?

JJ 💞💞

Open your window dipshit

Y/n 💃🕺🏻

Why are you outside my window Maybank?

JJ 💞💞

Because.

Just open your window, I’m about to fall

Y/n 💃🕺🏻

It’s 3 o’clock in the morning Maybank

Can’t you go to Kies or any other girl you hook up with?

JJ 💞💞

Y/n just please open the window

Y/n 💃🕺🏻

Fine

A sigh escaped her lips, as she pushed herself out of her bed as her sock clad feet took her over to her large window unlocking the handle “you do know I have a door. Right?” Her eyebrows raised as she took the boys hand helping in her room.

He dusted himself off and towered over her. The moonlight shined on the boy a purpley blue bruise appearing over his eye, and a bloody nose

“Oh my god. JJ?” A face turned to a worried expression “the hell? Are you okay” she placed her hands on his face “I’m fine. It’s nothing” he sighed sitting down on her bed “no, JJ. No you don’t come here begging me to open my window and not tell me what happened” she whisper-yelled

“My dad! Okay it was my dad!” He whisper yelled back, she had heard about his dad before, always beating him when he was drunk, John B had told her while they were in the chateau.

“C’mere” she took his hand taking him into the bathroom that was in her room. Taking a damp cloth dabbing it over his bloody nose “hold this” she said referring to the cloth, he obliged.

“I can’t do much with the bruise JJ, it’ll get worse before it gets better, okay?” She smiled slightly as the sun kissed boy sat down on her toilet “why did you come here JJ?” She said leaning against her counter “no one else was up” he mumbled “oh” a frown over took her face.

“I’m sorry” she frowned again “for what? It wasn’t your fault” he dryly said getting up from his spot on the toilet “yeah but-.” She said “no, y/n it’s none of your business what goes on in my life. You don’t need to be so involved all the time. Okay? Just leave it” he spat throwing the bloodied rag into the sink and walking out her toilet.

“But JJ-.” Her lips trembled as he reached her window “Where are you going?” She asked her feet moving quickly towards the boy “to the chateau” he said as one foot was already out the window “you can stay here J. It’s not biggie” she shrugged “no. Y/n- I.. I can’t” he trembled before leaving her room.

She reached out shutting her window with a sigh, slowly walking back to her bed. Nothing but silence. Her TV was now playing whatever cartoon was on at this time, while she continually checked her phone.

Y/n 💃🕺🏻

I love you J stay safe alright?

Read 3:45am

—

Sunlight shined through her curtain window, the window JJ had crawled through the night before, she laid there staring at the celling as her phone decided to buzz on her bedside counter, groaning she reached over taking it out of charge

Poguies ☀️🤟🤙🏻

John bee 😎‼️🤙🏻

First day of summer!! Boat day? Anyone?

Kiekie🐢

I’m down 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️

Pope 🍃🍁

Same here 🙋🙋

Y/n 💃🕺🏻

How dare y’all awake me from my beauty sleep 😒😒

But yeah I’m down

Sarah 💕

We’re so very sorry y/n 😔😔

Count me in aswell ‼️

John beee 😎‼️🤙🏻

Be ready in ten. All of you. (Mostly directed towards y/n😝.)

Y/n 💃🕺🏻

First of all RUDE ‼️‼️

Second of all I’m not even out of my bed

John bee 😎‼️🤙🏻

Better get a move on y/l/n 🫡🫡

Getting in the boat rn.

Y/n 💃🕺🏻

Okay! Okay! I’m getting out of bed now ‼️

Black bikini and white shorts, is what she chose from her closet and light make up as in mascara and lipgloss. She quickly grabbed her tote as she made her way downstairs to her back lawn, walking down the dock. She was early for once. As she stood there she couldn’t help but thinking about JJ. Why wasn’t he texting on the group chat? Is he okay? Where did he go last night?

The boat had pulled up as she snapped out of her thoughts, her eyes landed on JJ sitting at the end of the boat back facing her. “I can’t believe y/l/n is early. Oh my god” John B gasped making the girl laugh as she stepped onto the “I am” she giggled “and you took longer than ten minutes so.. it’s you that’s late for once”

Her eyes landed on JJ once again, he always done this. Something happens people try to help he shuts them out and pushes them away, as if they’ll leave if they see the true him. She wanted JJ to open up to her. She wanted to love him. Tell him she loved him every single day.

John B had picked the rest of the group up including his girlfriend, music softly played in the back around, beers were shared and it was all over just a good vibe.

“What’s up with him?” Kiara whispered in her ear “I don’t know” she shrugged “go talk to him y/n/n” kiara nudged her shoulder “why?” She turned her head facing Kie.

“He’s not talked to anyone all day, surely the one person he’ll talk to is the girl he’s in love with” Sarah butt in making her turn her head “Sarah don’t be ridiculous” she shook her head

“I’m going for a swim! Who wants to come with me?” Sarah announced suddenly as pope and John B agreed along with Kiara as the dove into the water, leaving her alone with JJ.

He still sat at the edge of the boat, feeling dangling into the water as the sun gleamed off of his sun kissed skin.

“I’m sorry about last night” she spoke up making the boy lift his head up “why are you sorry” he dryly said “because I shouldn’t have pushed you to open up like that”

“It was my fault for coming to you” he said “im sorry” he finished “how’s that eye” the girl said walking over to him sitting down next to him, he turned his head looking at her.

“Told ya, gets worse before it gets better” she mumbled shrugging turning back to the rippling water “you were my first option” he blurted out “sorry?” She said eyebrows raising “yesterday. When I said no one was awake. I just came to you. I never checked.” she was taken aback “whoa calm down Maybank” she chuckled “I’ll talk to you later okay? I’m gonna ask John B to take me home” she gave him a smile.

—

After her extremely long shower, after sweating all day, it was nice. She turned the warm water off wrapping a towel around her body glancing in tue mirror before brushing her teeth, and doing her skincare routine before giving her hair a squeeze getting all the water out.

The tank top and shorts was a good option since it was meant to be a hot outerbanks night, which was normal in these months.

Her hair was still wet as she walked out of her bathroom, noticing her window was wide open and her curtains were pushed to the side, her eyebrows raised at the thought of someone breaking into her house while her parents were out of town. She quickly shut it before turning around and spotting a familiar boy sitting on her bed.

“JJ!” She gasped taken aback by the boy “why- why are you here?” She asked “I came here to.. to” he cut himself off “I never got to properly apologies today for last night” he scratched behind his head “you did. It’s not your fault JJ” she shrugged as he stood up “no I mean-.” He said “let me just show you” he said walking closer to her “huh?” She raised her brows before his mouth was on hers kissing her passionately placing his hands behind her head.

[nightowl374art]

Hey, just giving another update…

So in my absence I was off traveling and though I’m home now, I managed to catch the new Covid variant…🙃 so I am currently just chilling to try and recover. I will post/answer messages when I’m back to normal. 🤟 I’ll be back soon.

[hughesmedicine]

“besties” | c. mcward

cole mcward x !hughes sister

a/n: sorry that the ending is rushed! I’ve had this in the drafts for months but here it is also got a jack insta edit coming soon!

made this for @starsandhughes 🫶🏻

ynhughes

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ynhughes trip to van was a need🤟❤️

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colemcward please come back you left me with these lunatics!

ynhughes omw! one test is okay to miss

jackhughes don’t skip the test stay home and wait till summer.

ynhughes ugh sorry cole I’m being forced to stay!

colemcward boo you stink jack.

ynhughes ^

jackhughes don’t agree with him!

ynhughes sorry but it’s in my contract that I have to agree with him when it comes to you

jackhughes what contract??

ynhughes canucks contract! guess who signed 🤭

jackhughes don’t play with my feelings.

lhughes_06 why are you guys posing with a dog? who’s dog is that?😭

ynhughes erm found her on the side of the road!

colemcward yep that’s totally how we found her!

lhughes_06 you guys kidnapped the dog didn’t you?.

ynhughes not exactly!

lhughes_06 not exactly? do tell

ynhughes erm sorry I’ll die in those trenches.

colemcward yeah me too.

_quinnhughes please come back

ynhughes dude I literally left 30 minutes ago, you’ll be fine

_quinnhughes no I won’t!

ynhughes fine I’ll come back

elblue6 y/f/n y/m/n hughes you better not go back and get on that plane, you have a game tomorrow.

ynhughes yes mom! I’ll send you picture updates of the view out the window so you know.

_quinnhughes she can skip it.

elblue6 quintin jerome hughes she can’t and stop trying to convince her she can.

_quinnhughes alright got it sorry mom!

tylerduke so anybody find it weird that it’s all cole on the top?

ynhughes what?? no it’s not all cole on the top, there’s also me!

lhughes_06 stop that is pretty weird, anything you need to tell us y/n.

jackhughes yeah is there??

_quinnhughes guys stop there’s nothing going on with them

ynhughes yeah what quinn said, cole and I are just certified besties🤟

colecaulfield yeah “besties”

ynhughes shut up cole!

jackhughes COLE WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!

colecaulfield nothing!

jackhughes expect Luke and I at your door tomorrow, already bought flight tickets.

ynhughes better change your locks. (cause of my brothers but also me.)

colecaulfield if anybody needs me I’ll be on a flight to disclosed location where y/n can’t find me and where the three brothers can’t either.

ynhughes bold of you to assume I can’t find you, you’re currently booking a flight for Japan

colecaulfield I’m terrified of you.

colemcward

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colemcward finally can post my favorite photos of my girl, I love you so much thank you for the visit and the dates (I beat her at hockey and she won’t admit it!)

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ynhughes he’s lying nobody beats me at hockey(just ask matthew or brady! they’ll tell you the truth )

matthew.tkachuk she’s right nobody beats her

colemcward lame you could’ve taken my side!

matthew.tkachuk and get hit with her hockey stick during games? I’m good you’re on your own during this one kid

jackhughes ahem @/_quinnhughes quoting you “guys stop there’s nothing going on with them” how stupid do you feel right now!

lhughes_06 gonna need to hear him actually say “I’m so stupid for thinking there’s nothing going on between them”

ynhughes actually I need to hear this too

colemcward same so babe come here quickly

ynhughes don’t rush me but coming

_quinnhughes YOURE STILL IN VANCOUVER?! You better come see me right now.

titobeavui91 sorry but she’s currently visiting me with Cole so you’ll have to wait your turn.

_quinnhughes I know where you live so I’ll be there soon

trevorzegras ew you guys are sick (cute but sick)

ynhughes call it sick again and that hockey stick you gave me will be finding a new home and it’s not appropriate enough to say online!

trevorzegras I’m sorry you guys aren’t sick! I love your relationship so much and it’s so cute, best nhl couple ever!

ynhughes thanks bestie love you!

colecaulfield FINALLY now I can post all the cute sick pictures I took of you guys when you came to visit me!

ynhughes thanks cole! (send them to me!)

trevorzegras he can call you sick cute but I can’t??

ynhughes actually he called the pictures sick cute not us! Think you getting bashed into the boards is messing up your reading , do I need to help you with that again?

trevorzegras oh I’m so cross checking you.

ynhughes try it you won’t be able to!

jamiedrysdale and you hit him in the spot, love it💀

ynhughes me too! If he hugs a stick and cry again send it to me!

tylerduke now you guys should come see me! I miss our trio

ynhughes booking a ticket right now sorry @/_quinnhughes skipping our dinner tonight and captain cole won’t be at practice tomorrow!

colemcward we’ll be there soon Ty!

tylerduke thank god I need y/n to keep me sane around the umich boys.

markestapa all of us are offended, we are not that bad!

ynhughes you are.

lhughes_06 she’s right sorry guys

markestapa don’t come back now.

ynhughes too late tickets are bought!

[m0tiv8me]

Let’s ROCKtober🤟

September is almost a wrap and I got some goals for October.

100 push-ups EVERYDAY

Pull ups EVERYDAY a single set to max out

Drink 128oz of water each day

7+ hours of sleep each day

Deeper dive into these goals:

1. I intended to do 100 push-ups everyday in September but fell off the wagon and missed about half the month so I’m going after this goal again in October and gonna nail it this time. @qrfit you still keeping at them in October push-up pal?

2. Pull ups are TOUGH! I once could do a decent amount of them until a severe shoulder injury took me out of them for a year and a half. Since then I’ve kind of avoided them somewhat out of fear and also out of frustration that I can’t do as many as I once could. So this is as good a time as any to get back into them. I’m not just going for quantity...it might only be 1 or a few a day and I’m telling myself that’s ok. Control and quality over just quantity. With a pull-up bar in my basement it will literally only take me a few minutes each day to do a set at any time. @coffeeandmuscles @onefitmama I was inspired by the suggestion so join in if you wish and adapt it however works best for you.

3. Drink 128oz of water a day. That’s a gallon…and a lot more peeing! That’s the goal…will I get it everyday…maybe not but I’m going to try because my water intake has been slacking lately and I need to improve it.

4. 7+ hours of sleep each day. Gonna be tough somedays especially with some possible work and travel days. I gotta get myself out of this staying up so late routine I’ve fallen into lately and get up earlier and into more of a regular routine. Adequate consistent sleep is often an overlooked factor in physical and mental health.

So there it is…my plan for October! I’ll be posting daily updates on progress and accomplishments for each of these goals. May tag a few inspiring people along the way but don’t want to annoy too much so I’ll keep these updates to mostly just personal tagless posts.

I invite ANYONE to join in with their own goal(s) for the next month. No pressure just an open invite to post and or tag me for some good ole fashioned accountability and motivation.

Let’s ROCKtober!🤟

[estelle-speaks]

Hard of hearing Steve Harrington is so real to me.

Eddie starts to realise how much Steve concentrates on watching people’s mouths when they talk. At first he doesn’t think much of it until Eddie is watching Steve as Mike and Dustin argue about something and his head is whipping between the two of them trying to read their lips to get an idea of what’s going on. Eddie puts his hand on Steve knee to see if he’s ok, thinking Steve’s just stressed seeing his ‘children’ argue but Steve says to Eddie, without taking his eyes off Dustin and Mike, “don’t distract me I’m trying to see what they’re saying”. It then clicks for Eddie that all that head trauma has had a bigger impact on Steve than he originally thought. He keeps a closer eye on Steve that night as he plans what to do.

When Steve next comes around to the trailer Eddie decides to try talk to him with his back turned to see if Steve understands him. He’s met with a lot of “huh?”, “can you repeat that?”, and “can you turn around?” Eddie finally decided to ask Steve about his hearing, and in true Steve fashion he denies all and claims he can hear perfectly fine. Eddie just stares at him and covers his own mouth and stays “no you can’t”. Steve throws his head back and just sits in silence for a while, thinking. After a few minutes he turns to Eddie and asks “so, you can understand people without having to read their lips?” Eddie nods, and Steve sighs as Eddie grabs his hand, rubbing his thumb. “You know we could learn ASL together?” Eddie suggests as he turns his head to fully face Steve. “You’d really do that for me?” “Of course I’d do that for you, you idiot. I want to talk to you and for you to actually understand what I’m saying.” Steve’s face lights up, and his eyes well up, realising he’s never had someone pay this much attention to the little things about him and actually want to help him. Steve leans in and gently kisses Eddie, and pulls away to show one of the few pieces of ASL Steve knows.

“I love you” 🤟

[nahoney22]

Hell yes! Honey getting the recognition she deserves!!! Happy 4000!!!!

I would like to request Tech x transman!reader (ftm) pleeeease. NSFW, Dom/Sub dynamics (☆▽☆)

Love you and congrats again!!

💛🤟 River

Taking Control***

Tech X Transman!reader

word count: 1.5k

You wanted attention from your man, and luckily for you Tech was eager to give you all the attention you desire.

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Smut, explicit sexual content and language. Dom!Tech, sub!reader, kissing, sex, oral (reader receiving), very light spanking and choking, praises, pet names, established relationship, implied shower sex, fluff.

authors note: hope this is okay, sorry for the wait @dangraccoon 🩵 love u and thank you for the support and request!

"Are you nearly done?" you inquire, suppressing a sigh, as this marks the seventh time tonight you've questioned Tech. The frequency of his 'very soon' replies falls short of your patience.

"These matters take precedence... but, soon. I’m very close to near completion." He responds, absorbed in tinkering with a device beyond your comprehension. However, your tolerance reaches its limit.

If his actions held urgency, you might understand, but it has been days since you and Tech were alone together. With unmet needs, you face him, seizing the device and tossing it onto the control panel. He pauses, wide-eyed, then recognises your displeasure.

"I was doing it again, weren't I?"

"I adore you, but if I have to endure the word 'soon' one more time, I might just feel compelled to step outside and release a primal scream," you quip, the corners of your lips curling upwards as Tech joins in with a soft chuckle, gracefully rising from his work.

"Have I been unintentionally neglecting you?" His voice carries a hint of concern, his demeanor shifting subtly as he closes the distance between you, his hand finding its place with gentle familiarity on your waist.

A warmth spreads across your cheeks as you lean into his touch, your eyes meeting his with a mix of affection and longing. "Perhaps just a tad. But, if necessary, I'd endure an eternity of waiting for you."

"Let's set rationality aside for a moment," he suggests tenderly, his lips finding solace in a gentle kiss planted on your forehead before he rests his head against yours, his breath mingling with yours in a shared moment of intimacy. "I couldn't bear to deprive you of pleasure for too long."

"Oh, really?" you tease with a smirk, raising an eyebrow in playful challenge. "And how do you plan on achieving that?"

Tech hums thoughtfully, his lips curling into a mischievous smile before he leans in, capturing your lips with his own. His hands find purchase on your waist, pulling you closer as the gentle hum of the ship provides a soothing backdrop to your intimate moment. With nimble fingers, he tugs at your shirt, silently signaling his intention as you nod in agreement, relinquishing control as he takes the lead in removing it from you.

His hands meticulously caress your body, fingers tracing over your chest, shoulders until you were putty in his hand. “Tech,” you whine impatiently but you can’t help but be obsessed with how obsessed he was with your body.

His lips move from yours to your neck, proceedingly getting lower until his lips very delicately kiss one of your nipples, eliciting a sharp but pleasing gasp from you. “Tender,” he comments, making sure you keep your hands down by your sides, “I have been neglecting you for so long it seems.” He speaks plain before his kisses in your nipples become more common and they become more prominent. “Not to worry. I will now take control.”

He stands back to his full height and takes a hold of your upper arm, guiding you towards the cockpit and sealing the door shut behind you both. “Be good now and lay back on the deck.” He instructs and you watch in awe as he slides his gloves off, fingers flexing.

You tingle in excitement and do as you’re told, allowing Tech to take control of you. He approaches, eyes dark with lust as he runs both hands up your thighs, back down, and then back up until he toys with the hem of your pants. “So obedient, so pretty.” He cooed, looking down at you from over his goggles that had slid down his nose slightly before he slid his hand in your pants.

The gasp that parts your lips is sinful, a shock of arousal soared to your groin. Whilst his fingers work their magic, he begins whispering words of praise down your ear. “I am going to make you feel so good, there is no doubt in my mind about that.” He leans over you, watching your face intently as he pleasures you with his hand.

“T-That feels…”

“Exquisite? I am sure.” He smirks cockily, leaning in and capturing your lips leaving you breathless.

Your soft whimpering sings around the ship, fully laying back on the cockpits controls as Tech helps your shimmy out of your pants, leaving you completely in the nude.

His free hand transcends over your body, caressing every scar and bumps from surgeries and battle wounds to the freckles and moles you’re born with. Though, as much as his tenderness was sweet, the feeling of his other hand pleasuring you to the point stars were clouding your vision had you gasping for a breath. “So soon?” He tsks, watching the way your eyes start to roll back, “You are a needy boy, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes, Tech!, I need you.” You grip onto his arms, “I need your cock so — mmm much.”

His face grows warm, a common theme when you are being so submissive for him. “Your pleas are arousing to hear,” he purrs, looking down at his hand between your legs and then up at you, “do it again.”

“Please Tech,” you whine, legs quivering, “I want your cock inside of me. I..fuck! Fuck I need you to fuck me.”

Tech shudders in delight, his cock straining against his pants and helps you ride through your orgasm, chuckling as your body twitches in delight. “That’s it… you look so handsome and fuckable when you orgasm like this. Yes, you did so well.”

Tech wasted no time in helping you stand, your legs like jelly, and bending you over the deck. “Come on, spread those legs.” He lightly spanks you, earning a delightful squeal from you but alas do as you’re told.

“Mmm, I should have listened to you earlier. I am appalled with myself for neglecting my lover,” he sighs softly, the palm of his hand caressing the insides of your side, slowly riding it upwards. “Nevertheless, I am going to fuck you so good that you may just beg for more.” Again, another soft spank to your rear follows his words.

“Do you want this?” He leans over your body, his cock that he recently pulled free teasing your hole as he cups your jaw, lifting your head back, “Do you want me to fuck you into submission, darling?”

“Yes! Yes, please, please, please oh my fuck-!” You whimper, bucking your hips into him eagerly.

“So needy, but I would be a liar if I were to say I didn’t love it. That’s it, spread your legs further- ah, Perfect.” Tech groans as he slicks himself up with his own precum.

Your eyes squeeze shut, body becoming numb as he slowly sheathes into you. You melted at the sounds of his ragged moans, his hands tight on your waist as he grounded you. “Ooo, you beautiful soul.” His praises sounded like liquid gold to your ears.

“Are you okay?” He softly asks, leaning back over you and placing a kiss between your shoulder blades and you faintly nod before letting out a breathless sigh.

“Perfect.”

He smiles. “Yes, yes you are.” Tech slowly pulled out of you, nearly all the way, then pushed back in with a force that makes you yelp, teeth biting your lip.

He started to fuck into you slowly, matching his thrusts with your shallow breaths. Your head rolls back, eyes fluttering shut out of bliss. Tech moans your name before reaching forward and placing his lips to yours, kissing you whilst sliding his tongue past your lips, circling inside your mouth.

“I love you so much. So perfect for me.” Tech begins thrusting up deeper into you, Your eyes squeezed shut again and you bit your lip, trying to mask the moans and noises you made incase of being heard. Clearly, Tech didn’t like this, as he snuck his hands around your neck.

“Don’t hide those moans for me. It encourages me to fuck you even better darling,” he cooed, eyelids heavy as he feels his own climax starting to build.

His hands grip your neck, avoiding your windpipe which creates a heat to flood through your body. “Oh Tech, fuck me harder! Please.”

He picks up the pace, hands tightening around you as his hips slam into you, almost causing you to knock your head on the control panel but you don’t care, you plead for him to keep going, sweat dripping down both of your bodies.

Your whines get louder and you look over your shoulder at the man who has you a mewling mess, his hair disheveled, face hot and eyes deep in concentration.

“You’re so tight, so good, I’m gonna fucking cum- I can’t hold back- I can’t-.” Tech stutters as he swiftly pulls out of you, white hot ribbons painting your back and rear of his own creation. His legs quake and breathing is laboured.

“You really do not quite fathom what hold you have on me,” he grins lazily, stepping back to you and peppers soft kisses over your face, jaw and lips. “Now, let’s clean ourselves up before the others get back.”

“Care to join me in the shower?” You wag your brows at him, extending out your hand and Tech didn’t think twice before leading you straight there.

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