#My Nights are More Beautiful Than Your Days

[yunalinwrites]

saja boys' sixth member is... a girl ? - first time seeing you in girly clothes | saja boys x reader

series summary: in this story, you are pretending to be a boy. not just any boy--a saja boy. but what will you do when not even your fellow members--the ones you now share a dorm with--can find out you're actually a girl? stay tuned for more!! (heavily based on you're beautiful kdrama + ouran high school host club)

scene summary: after having always seen you a boy, seeing you in your true form has them feeling some type of way… (lots of possessiveness + a teensy weensy bit of suggestiveness) / based on this req

It was a hot summer midnight in the Saja Boys’ dorm and you couldn't sleep. Between the faulty AC and the release of your guys’ new album coming soon, you found yourself restlessly tossing and turning.

At this point, you'd already come clean to the boys about how you're actually a girl, so you figured it wouldn't hurt to start wearing your more feminine pajamas. After all, if you had to constantly be playing the part of a boy during the day, you could at least stay in touch with your feminine side during the night. Although, it didn't occur to you that none of your roommates had actually seen you in your true form…

💪 Abs caught you on your way out of the convenience store. You had a craving for rice balls, so you threw on a cropped tank top and pajama pants and ran to the nearest corner store. It seems like you weren't the only one, though; just before you reached the exit–a bag-ful of goodies in your hand–the doors slid open with a chime.

“Abby?”

In front of you was none other than your pink-haired roommate, also wearing pajama pants and slides. On top of that–though he wasn't matching crop tops with you today–he had on a Saja Boys hoodie that somehow did little to conceal his muscles.

“Y/N?” he said.

“Abby!” you exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”

“Ah, I was on a jog and I got thirsty.” He shoved his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie which--unbeknownst to you–was his “lying tic”. What actually happened is that he noticed you sneaking out late and, in order to make sure you were safe, followed you all the way here.

It was dark out, though, so he hadn't really seen you in the light. Until now, where the store’s flickering fluorescent light was shining on you.

To him, it was a beam from the heavens. You weren't wearing a binder--or a bra for that matter--to conceal your chest, and the crop top put the rest of your figure on display. And even though your face wasn't much different in the same sense, your outfit gave it a completely new context that he couldn't look in the eye without blood rushing to his cheeks… and elsewhere…

“You were on a jog at midnight…?” you questioned.

“Uh--yeah. I, uh… do midnight jogs. Along with my morning jogs. And also… afternoon jogs.” He cleared his throat awkwardly, not-so-subtly flexing with a cross of his arms.

You giggle. “Ah, I see. So that's your secret to a six pack?” With his hands out of his hoodie pocket, you take the opportunity to poke playfully at his abs.

At that, his face turns even pinker than his hair.

“Don't worry, I won't tell anyone,” you promise with a wink, bringing your pointer finger to your mouth in a shushing motion.

He doesn't say anything--which you don't realize is because he's still too occupied with taking you all in–so you take it as your cue to leave. 

“I should probably go now,” you say. “Make sure you stay hydrated on your… midnight jog…”

“Wait–” he objects, grabbing your wrist just as you make it through the sliding doors. He looks you in the eye with a serious gaze, but the words struggle to come out.

For a second, neither of you make a move, blinking at each other in silence. Before either of you can come up with something to say, you’re suddenly distracted by the feeling of something cold hitting your shoulder. Using it as an escape from his heated gaze, you take your eyes off of him. Looking up to the sky, you hold your palm out to the falling water droplets.

Suddenly, you feel your other hand being pulled. Before you know it, you're moving away from the rain and your face is colliding with his warm chest, his scent filling your nostrils.

“You should've told me you were going out,” he murmurs, his chest rumbling beneath your burning cheeks.

Your heart is pounding out of your chest. Given his stature as an athlete, you expect his heartbeat to be slower. But, what you hear and feel beneath your ear seems to be thumping synchronously with yours–maybe even more rapid.

“Everyone was asleep…” you manage to respond, a little muffled as you try not to be obvious about the way you're burying yourself into him.

He, on the other hand, doesn't care about being conspicuous. He hugs you a little tighter. “Tell me next time.”

You bite your cheek, now letting yourself snuggle into him without shame. “Okay,” is all you can get yourself to whisper.

You stay like that for a little longer--which is a little strange to the cashier--but you don't care. Even if you wanted to move, the firm embrace he has around the small of your back wouldn't allow it. Eventually, though, you work up a bit more courage to pull back enough to look up at him and ask something.

“Hey, Abby… what’s in your pocket?” you ask with wide eyes. This whole time, you had been feeling something hard, long, and cylindrical in between the two of you.

“Oh,” he says. He takes an arm off of your back to slide it out. “You know, you should at least check the weather before you go out.”

It's a Saja Boys branded umbrella. What did you think it was?

He slowly lets go of you, grabbing your shopping bag and stepping into the outdoors to open the umbrella. Then, he looks back at you expectantly.

You smile. “Thank you,” you say, catching up with him.

As you begin to walk back in the direction of the dorm, you can't help but form another question: “Can I ask you something?”

He swallows nervously. “What is it?”

“If you knew it was going to rain… why did you go out on your ‘midnight jog’?” you ask.

He just smirks, looking down at you. 

“That's my secret.”

💐 Romance had caught you on your way to the bathroom. You had stayed up watching make-up tutorials all night, which made you miss doing a proper face. You still wore makeup for performances and shoots and such, but it was mostly just contour and eyebrow pomade to make you look more manly. So, you decided to do a little pre-shower look before you went to bed.

It felt a little weird to get dolled up with no destination, but screw it. You even put on a cute little nightgown to match. You never thought you'd describe glitter eyeshadow and tinted lip gloss as “refreshing,” but it really did feel nice to look like a girl again. Who knew you would miss eyeliner and mascara so much?

Sitting at your vanity, you yawned with a stretch, already feeling your falsies come off--now that was something you didn't miss. So, you got up and began to tip-toe towards the bathroom.

You didn't expect anyone else to be up at this hour, so it scared you half to death when you saw a familiar head of pink hair emerge from the shared bathroom.

“Y/N?”

There shouldn't have been anything scary about your roommate in a T-Shirt and sweatpants, but you still had to cup your hand over your mouth to stop a scream from forming. Instinctively, you pull it back when you feel something sticky; the lip gloss formed a kiss mark on your palm. You feel your cheeks burn, suddenly realizing what you look like right now.

“Are you wearing makeup?” Romance asked curiously.

You stare down at your bunny slippers. “Um… yeah…” you admit sheepishly.

The nightgown itself was revealing enough, but somehow covering your face like this made you feel even more exposed. You prayed he wasn't seeing too clearly given that all the lights in the house were off.

Before you can take a step back, he switches on the bathroom light and grabs your wrist. 

“Come to the light so I can see you,” he tells you calmly, the dim glow coming through the doorway illuminating his soft smile.

Reluctantly, you step forward as he pulls you into the bathroom. Taking your chin in his hand and tilting your face side to side, he observes you carefully.

“Pretty,” he comments. He steps back, taking in the sight of all of you. His eyes trace the lace adorning your collarbone. The heat of his stare makes your cheeks flush bright pink--no product needed. “You should wear lip gloss more often.”

You bite your lip again. “Oh, I…” You laugh nervously. “You know I can't.”

“You can do it for our next concept,” he suggested, referring to the softer direction the Saja Boys were going to take for your next album. “Tell the makeup artists.”

“Or,” he began, grabbing your chin and pulling your face impossibly closer to his, brushing his thumb over your lips. “You can borrow some from me.”

He has you pinned against the sink, your back against the counter. You stare up at him through your lashes, fluttering them innocently… until one of them falls off. 

“I-I should probably take this off now…” you stutter.

You quickly turn around to face the mirror, trying not to look at him in your reflection. You try to keep your gaze downward, on the sink as you reach for your makeup wipes. But, as you do, you feel a hand instead of the plastic packaging.

He picks up the package and peels it open, the crinkling sound the only thing breaking the thick silence between you.

“Let me do it,” he instructs gently, grabbing your waist and spinning you around to face him. “Sit on the counter.”

You blink at him, the other eyelash falling off. “Oh… Um… Okay…”

You prop yourself up on the counter and allow him to slot himself between your legs. With the wipe in one hand, he tenderly holds your face in place with the other and begins to remove your makeup.

“Am I being too harsh?” he asks.

“N-no, that's ok…”

You sit in silence, staring at the floor and doing your best to focus on the cooling sensation. Every once in a while you look up, and each time he never fails to lock eyes with you. You hope he can't feel your face getting warmer through the wipe.  

“What I said earlier…” he starts, slowing down over your lips. “You look good in any makeup.”

He tosses the wipe in the nearby wastebasket and returns, placing his palms on either side of you on the counter and leaning towards you. His gaze drops to your lips for a split second, and then back up to your eyes.

“Without it, too.”

He leans even closer, and once again, your faces are inches apart. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, the warmth of his breath. He seems to only be getting closer and closer so you let your eyes drift shut, leaning forward like its second nature, and then–

You feel something fuzzy slip over your head. You open your eyes. Around your neck is a fluffy pink headband with two red plush hearts on it like animal ears. He pushes it up, onto your head, tucking stray hairs behind his ear.

He puts on one of his own–just like yours but with inverted colors–and reaches behind you again.

“Should we do aloe?” he asks, re-emerging with two kinds of sheet masks: one green, and the other pink. “Or rose?”

You take a second to process what just happened. “Um… rose…”

He smiles. “Good choice.”

He rips the top of one of the packages and places it delicately on your face. Then, he does the same for himself, moving away from you to use the mirror.

You watch him beside you. Even through the glistening pink mask, you're desperate to find his eyes. As the two of you wait for the serums to settle into your skin, you don’t realize how hard you’re staring.

“Do I look funny?” he jokes when he catches your gaze.

For a second you take your mind off your pounding heart to laugh. “Y-yeah, a little.”

He chuckles, finding his way back between your legs. After discarding his mask, he slowly peels off yours, inch by inch, as if he’s received a present so precious he wants to cherish its unwrapping.

When he finally sees your face, bare in its truest form, he does all that he can to commit the image to memory. It’s funny, this is probably the part of you that he saw the most–whether it be in recording studios or dance rehearsals or songwriting sessions, you never had so much as a dab of powder on your nose. But somehow, you feel like he’s seeing you for the very first time, and he’s savoring it like it’s the last.

You feel yourself heating up again, so you try to break the silence. “Do… I look funny?” you ask, eyes darting back and forth between his.

He shakes his head with the lightest of laughs.

“You look beautiful.”

🍼 You knew Baby was awake--you could hear him tapping away intensely on his gaming keyboard from your room as you changed into your cami and shorts. He seemed very engrossed in whatever he was playing, shouting heated insults into the mic of his headset as you passed by his room. So, as you were standing in front of the fridge trying to enjoy the cold air wafting over you, it scared you half to death when you felt your tank top strap snap against your back.

You shriek and whip around.

“Hey,” he says casually, hooking the strap under his finger again and letting it smack your collarbone. “What’s up?”

“‘Hey’ yourself,” you mutter, rubbing the spot. “I'm up because someone can't keep it down when he's playing ranked.”

You turn back around to the fridge with a huff, but you notice that the last can of Saja Soda Pop™ is gone. “Hey! How did you–”

Trying to ignore the sight, you force your eyes back to his face and lunge towards him, but he’s two steps ahead, and about half a foot above you. He looks down at you with a smug expression as he holds it up, out of your reach. You get on your tippy toes and reach towards it, your chest beginning to press on his.

“Quick hands.”

You crane your neck to glare at him, but your eyes instinctively drop downwards at the sight of skin. He’s using the hem of his T-Shirt to clean off the top of the can, revealing his lower abdomen. Through his open zip up and beneath the waistband of his pajama pants, you can see the brand name of his boxers.

“Ugh!” You retreat and cross your arms, giving up with a pout. He cracks it open and throws it back without shame. One hand gives you the finger, and in the other, you see his stupid face plastered on the bright pink can: “Baby's Blue Raspberry”.

“Whatever… “ you mumble, attempting not to focus on the way his Adam's apple bobs with every gulp. “Romance's flavor is better anyway. ‘Lychee Love Potion’ outdoes yours by a longshot.”

He finishes drinking with a swallow and a deep exhale, his expression growing uncharacteristically serious. He looks you dead in the eye, unamused, as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He keeps that eye contact as, without a word, he holds the can to your lips.

Before you can protest, he tilts it, forcing you to drink as you stare up at him, wide eyed. When the can empties, he pulls it back and uses his thumb to wipe the corner of your lips.

He leaves you dumbfounded as he goes to toss the can in the recycling.

As he makes his way back, you're finally about to stutter something out–until you're interrupted by his scent suddenly overwhelming you.

“Don't dress like this around the house,” he instructs, draping his hoodie around your shoulders. “‘Specially not around Romance.”

Your jaw hangs open as he then takes his phone out of his pant pocket and begins heading out of the kitchen. You watch his back in awe as he types away on it, acting as if nothing happened.

He's already halfway up the stairs by the time you shake yourself out of it and call after him.

“It's hot out, you know…” you protest weakly, contradicting the way you're pulling the hoodie around yourself. You try to put some bite into your voice. “I'm gonna, like, die of a heat stroke and it'll be all your fault.”

He looks down at you again from above the stair railing, wearing that stupid smug face again.

“There's a fan in my room,” he states matter-of-factly, resuming his walk up the stairs.

“When you come return my hoodie,” he starts, “you can wear whatever you want in there.”

❓ Mystery’s always had a strong nose. His sight is constantly dampened by his signature hairstyle, and as a result, his other senses have become strengthened. So, the chemical scent was particularly unpleasant to him--enough so to get out of bed to investigate.

Following the harsh odor through the hallway, he found himself in front of your bedroom door. The main light wasn’t on, but enough of a glow seeped through the cracks of the closed door to indicate you were awake; a lamp, maybe. Wanting to confirm this theory, he raised his knuckle just under the pastel sticky note with your charming handwriting and followed its instructions: “Please knock! - Y/N”

He stepped back, anticipating a greeting. But, even after a few minutes, the only response that would break the silence was the occasional clink of glass from behind the door. 

Now, he knew it was rude to come in. Especially at this hour, when you certainly weren’t expecting anyone, he considered. He also considered that you might not be decent. But, his curiosity got the best of him, and he figured he did technically follow the instructions the note had given him. So, he reached for the door handle.

He was met with the sight of you sitting criss-cross applesauce on your desk chair, elbows planted on the table, hands tasked with something he couldn't quite make out; the only lighting was a desk lamp–his theory was correct. What he could make out, though, was the thumping of the bass from your headphones. You hadn't noticed him yet, so he approached you, watching closely over your shoulder.

Your hands were trembling, your dominant one shaking a nail polish brush over the thumb of the other. You had your tongue peeking out and one eye shut, trying your hardest to guide the bristles above your cuticle.

Mystery took a small step back. So, that’s what it was. His one late night curiosity had been solved, and he should’ve been satisfied enough to go back to bed. But, in its place formed another: how long would it take you to notice him?

It looked like you had managed to make a shoddy swipe over your nail bed, which allowed you to start breathing again. Taking that as his window to approach you, he took a slow and quiet step forward. It was only when you went to dip the brush back into the bottle that you caught him out of the corner of your eye. 

Well, it didn't register as him at first. It seems late night delirium, dim lighting, and Mystery’s hairstyle are not a good combination.

“Ah!” 

You knock over the polish bottle as you flinch.

“Shit…” you mutter, frantically setting it right back up. You let out a sigh of relief--you caught it before it was able to spill. 

After returning the brush to the bottle, you move to take your headphones off, but--out of consideration for your wet nails--it isn't easy to do with just your palms. You struggle, the plastic slipping against your sweat, until you feel another set of hands cover yours. They're warm and careful as they move your hands out of the way, and still equally as gentle when they remove your headphones and place them on the desk.

You bit your lip as he stepped away to pick up an ottoman from the opposite corner of the room and set it beside you. The seat is much shorter than yours, but given his usually impressive height, it only lowers him to eye-level with you. Perfectly aligned with the light emanating from your desk lamp, he is no longer whatever apparition or monster you were imagining before; his features are softer than ever as you’re now able to see his smile more closely than ever before.

He also takes advantage of this vicinity. Whatever hairs were messed up by your headphones he strokes back into place. Tucking the strays behind your ear, he reaches over you and grabs a hair clip from the flower-shaped dish on your desk. He takes the bow he picked out in both hands and tilts it back and forth in the light. Smiling in satisfaction, he has to control his excitement as he pins your bangs back.

All you can do is stare at him in awe, your lips parted.

“Mystery…” you whisper.

He waves back at you, as if to say, “That's me.”

“Why are you here? Did I wake you?” you ask worriedly.

He points to the nail polish, and then to his nose.

“Oh… I'm sorry…” You trail off sheepishly. You reach to scratch the back of your neck out of nervousness but quickly retract your hand, remembering the state it's in.

He just shakes his head with a smile. “It's okay.”

He holds his hand out to you. You blink at him in confusion.

“Give me your hand,” he says, softly but aloud nonetheless.

“O-oh,” you stutter, hesitantly doing as he says.

Just like with the bow, he tilts your hand back and forth and smiles to himself. The color you had chosen was a translucent pink; as the bottle advertised, “Your nails but better!™”

Wearing nail polish was nothing out of the ordinary for all of you--so much so that the marketing team had released your own line of “Saja Sparkling Nail Lacquer™” for the “Lovely lion claws™” of “the Pride™” . Right now, in fact, Mystery had on his very own shade of magenta, courtesy of the cosmetics team's nail tech.

He'd seen much more elaborate designs--and much neater designs--done on his own fingertips. So, on paper, he shouldn't be impressed by the shaky brushstrokes of a simple clear pink. But on your hand--on the soft hand he was holding and never wanted to let go–there was something endearing. It wasn't something you’d get at a salon--it was more like the result of a girl's sleepover or hours at a vanity before a date. That image in his mind alone meant more to him than all the years that lady had spent at beauty school.

Though he himself had no such certifications either, he reached for the cap of the nail polish bottle. Bringing your hand closer to him, he began to sweep the brush over each nail.

You watched in awe as, with all ten fingers, he dipped the brush in the liquid and smoothed it over your fingers meticulously, holding your hand close to his face. With every replenishing of the brush, he would back up a bit, but when he resumed painting, you could feel his breath on your knuckles.

You feel it even harder after he finishes, blowing gently on your nails. It probably isn’t doing much to dry them given how hot and humid it’s been lately, but, contrary to the cool air he lets out, it doesn’t fail to make your cheeks burn.

With a third, final exhalation, he retracts his hold. Without realizing it, you leave your hand hanging in the air, right where he’d left it. Your body seemed to know what your mind didn’t have the courage to say: you weren’t ready for him to go yet.

But then, just as quick as his touch had left, it returned as he slid his palm under yours and pushed it so your hands were upright, like a high-five. He couldn’t help but breathe out of his nose a brief chuckle at how your fingertips came up a full joint shorter than his.

You hoped he couldn’t feel the way you were trembling right now–prayed that he wasn’t grossed out by how clammy your hands were getting. But he didn’t seem to care, and you didn’t have any thoughts left to think, when, slowly, he curled his fingers until his hand engulfed yours.

You bit your lip. You could feel his pulse under your touch, calm and steady, and you were sure he could feel yours thumping at twice the pace. But, despite your nervousness, you let yourself copy him, slowly lowering your fingertips until they slotted perfectly in between his knuckles.

On the back of your hand, you saw his beautiful pianist-like fingers resting. His flawless manicure wasn’t even a millimeter overgrown–filed unfathomably symmetrical, cuticles pushed back out of sight, and surface perfectly glossy, the light reflecting without obstruction. Meanwhile, on the back of his hand, he saw that, even with his and your best efforts, there were stray splotches of pigment here and there on your skin. In some places–where the light hit your nail beds wrong–there were unblended brushstrokes.

There was no competition. It was clear which one he preferred.

He squeezed your hand playfully. “Do mine next time.”

✨ “Jinu… Jinu, wake up. You shouldn’t fall asleep on the couch, you old man.”

With his arm over the back of the couch and his knees spread open, he continued to snore–a sound so loud it rendered the TV in front of him inaudible. You sigh, wondering how Derpy and Susie were able to stay snuggled up against him on that throw pillow. Really, with the drool leaking out of the corner of his mouth, it was comical how un-Saja-like this was–save for the lion’s roar that escaped him with every exhale.

You shake his shoulder. “C’mon, Jinu. I don’t want to hear about your back problems in the morning.”

“Hrrrgghh, shhhh… Mmm… Huh… Huh…?”

You watch as he goes from snoring to murmuring to mumbling and then… shrieking.

“Ahh! Intruder! Intruder! Derpy, there’s an intruder!”

Desperately, he yanks on the poor tiger’s blue fur. Derpy wakes up, but doesn’t share the same urgency. He recognizes your scent, so he opens his glowing eyes halfway only to side-glare at Jinu before drifting back to sleep.

“Y/N…?” he finally realizes.

You don’t respond. You just sigh and cross your arms. Unintentionally, you push your breasts up a bit as you do. You don’t notice but, as he continues to register what he’s looking at, he definitely does.

“Wh… what are you wearing…” he trails off.

Quickly, he darts his eyes somewhere else–anywhere else. Your satin button up and shorts set isn’t really by any means indecent, but he feels his cheeks get hotter with guilt for every second he stares. He turns his face away, but let's face it–at any angle, he’s red as an apple. 

“What? Four hundred years and you haven’t seen a PJ set?” you retort. 

You put your hands on your hips and weight on one leg, striking a sassy pose. “You might be, like, a gajillion years old, but you’re not my dad. I’ll wear what I like, especially when it’s hot.”

“R-right,” he agrees, not realizing you were referring to the weather.

“What are you watching, anyway?” you ask, turning around to the screen. “Oh, wait! I know this show. This is a good episode…”

You start going on about characters… or something–he feels bad for not listening, he really does, but he can’t help it. He hasn’t the slightest clue of what you’re talking about; he fell asleep in the first ten minutes of watching. It’s an easy fix; if he really wanted to, he could look at the screen and find enough context clues to put together a response. But then, he’d have to take his eyes off the real show in front of him.

The dim glow of the TV lights you up from behind like you’re an angel greeting him at the gates of heaven–something he thought he’d never see. He follows the glow around the edge of your silhouette, slowing down from the hem of your shorts to your waistband. He’s really not trying to make it pervy, he swears, but he still burns with shame–though, the feeling is somehow different than the sharp purple patterns Gwi-Ma sends through him; it has quite the pleasant side to it.

When his eyes reach the back of your head, he decides that’s the most respectful place he can rest them. It’s not any less of a sight than the rest of you–your hair has grown out a bit ever since your DIY pixie cut, enough so for you to tie the teeniest little ponytail to try and beat the heat. As it sprouts from the colorful little scrunchie, it reminds him of a pointed paintbrush. But in this form, he thinks, you should be a framed painting.

He’s snapped out of his trance when he feels the weight of the couch shift; Derpy crawls off the couch with Susie on his back, meowing a farewell.

“Get a room,” he seems to say.

Frantically, before you’re able to turn around, Jinu grabs the cushion they were on and holds it over his lap.

“Good night, Derpy. Good night, Susie,” you say with a wave. You turn back to the couch, making eye contact with Jinu.

“Sorry. I’m blocking your view, huh?” You apologize nervously, your eyes taking refuge on the empty spot Derpy left. You plop down next to Jinu, his arm still around the back of the couch behind you. But while you keep your eyes on the screen, he keeps his eyes on you.

“Wow… what a beautiful dress,” you comment, pointing at the wedding scene before you. “I wish I could wear something like that…

“Me too,” Jinu whispers, watching the way your eyes light up when you see it, lined by lashes he never realized were so long.

He flinches backwards a bit when you turn to him with a smirk. “I don’t think they make those in your size,” you joke. “Not if you’re eating enough for you and Derpy and Susie,” you say, gesturing to the empty family-sized bag of Saja’s Mild Spicy Shrimp Chips™.

“Th-that’s not what I–” he stutters, hoping you didn’t catch onto his stare. “Ugh, just shut up and watch.”

He feels you vibrate through your touching knees and shoulders as you laugh. “Okay, okay,” you surrender.

The both of you return your gazes to the screen. Jinu has to employ every muscle and nerve in his body to keep his head facing straight ahead and his mind on the plot. But a few minutes later, just as he thinks he’s able to squeeze out that last thought of the flowy satin draping over you, his aforementioned nerves detect an unexpected weight and warmth on his shoulder.

He looks down and finds your cheek smushed up against his shoulder; his ears–their tips now pink–pick up the most hushed of snores drifting from your plush lips. He thanks the stars above that your eyes are shut–putting your soft lashes on full display now–because now you can’t see how he’s blushing even harder than before.

He instinctively lifts the arm resting behind you, but just before it reaches your shoulder to shake you awake, he stops it above your head. It’s as if his muscles have a mind of their own–he tells himself–as his hand slowly lowers to your hair and begins to stroke it gently.

He immediately tenses up when he feels you stir, freaking out briefly until you snuggle closer to his chest. He lets out a deep breath of relief, but takes in a few more; he needs to slow down his pounding heartbeat right now, or else you might wake up, he worries.

When it’s as steady as he can get it, he lets his lungs go on autopilot. But, even so, he’s suddenly very aware of his body. He knows he’s not a lion, and he knows he’s not a tiger or bird. But, tonight, he doesn’t feel like a demon. Somehow, he feels strangely human. And he’s suddenly aware that he’s a man, and you’re a woman. And you are much smaller than him.

He takes his hand off of your head for a moment to pull slightly at the back collar of your shirt. Before the satin slips between his fingers, he’s able to catch the size on the label.

He’s an old man, as you like to tease him, so he’ll probably forget by the time he wakes up. But still, he leans his head on you and lets his eyes drift shut without a worry.

He’ll remember, he promises–and he hopes you can somehow hear that promise telepathically when his head meets yours.

He’ll remember when he buys you that dress.

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erm idk how to feel cuz i kinda like what i wrote but i also somehow feel like i didnt go in the right direction in terms of whats expected from the prompt?? idk also sorry jinu's and baby's aren't the most developed i just wanted to get this out cuz it was taking so longggg

jinu is my fav but i struggle to write him :(

but anyways im so excited this was my first req ever so ty ty ty anon i luv u guys im gonna try to work on the other req i have asap but plz b patient w me :') dont b afraid to send in more req tho tee hee

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LINAAA, DROP MORE PEDRO X PREGNANT!WIFE HEADCANNONS AND MY LIFE IS YOURS !!!

✦ He already adores you, right? But the second that test turns positive, it’s like his heart triples in size. You catch him staring at you with those soft brown eyes more than ever. Like you're something sacred.

✦ “You’re growing our baby,” he whispers, as if even saying it out loud is too much for his heart. “I’m in awe of you, cariño. I really am.”

✦ Holds your belly like it’s a glass orb, especially when it’s still small. Hand there constantly. Sleeping? His hand’s on it. Grocery store? One hand pushing the cart, the other cradling your belly like it’ll fall off without him.

✦ He reads every single book about pregnancy. Annotates it. Makes flashcards. “Pedro, it’s not an exam.” “I want to pass.”

✦ His phone gallery?

33 photos of the positive test

16 screenshots of baby room inspo

78 photos of you napping with a blanket over your bump

✦ You cry once because your favorite yogurt isn’t in stock, and this man calls three different stores to find it.

✦ He rubs your back so tenderly when it aches. He doesn’t even wait for you to ask. Pedro sees you shift uncomfortably and already drops to his knees to press kisses to your lower spine before massaging it. “You carry so much, let me carry you for a while.”

✦ CRAVINGS KING. You want pickles and chocolate at 2 a.m.? He’s in the car. “My baby wants it. That’s it. No questions.” He even eats your weird combos and says they’re delicious just to make you smile.

✦ Constantly talking to the baby in your belly. Like, you’ll be brushing your teeth and hear: “Hi, mi bebé. It’s papa. I hope you’re comfy in there. Mama ate a taco for you today, so you better be grateful. I love you already, okay?”

✦ When you’re hormonal and crying over nothing (or everything), he just wraps you up in his arms, rocks you slowly and goes, “Cry all you want, my love. You’re doing the hardest job in the world. I’m here.”

✦ Your feet? On his lap every night. Your cravings? Satisfied. Your emotions? Validated. Your body? Praised. Like, worshipped. “You’re so beautiful, baby. Glowing, sexy, perfect. This body is making our baby, how could I not fall in love all over again every day?”

✦ The nursery is done way too early because he was too excited to wait. Every detail perfect. There’s even a rocking chair where he imagines singing the baby to sleep—with you curled into his side.

✦ One day, you catch him holding one of the tiny baby socks and just... crying. Quietly. “It’s just… they’re gonna be ours.”

✦ Doesn’t let you lift a damn finger. You try and he’s there like: “Nope. Sit down. Feet up. Water. Now.” You: “Pedro, I just dropped a spoon.” Pedro: “I said what I said.”

✦ And at night, when everything is still and you’re in his arms, belly against his chest, you whisper, “Do you think I’m ready to be a mom?” And he smiles so softly, stroking your hair, “You’ve already given this baby all your love. You’re ready. And I’m right here. Always.”

[hatethysinner]

kinda messed up toxic!remmick x pregnant reader

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ᴀ/ɴ: NOTHING IS TOO MESSED UP FOR ME ANON!! please heed the warnings, they are there for your benefit <33! went more serious than my normal headcanon writing bc even though i love writing dark themes i never want to come off as too silly when approaching these topics. i don't do taglists personally, so just follow me if you want to be updated when i post.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: 18+ MDNI (!!!!!!), shamelessly gratuitous smut, unapologetically dark (!!!), malicious fluff (i'm coining this), obsession, manipulation, isolation, lovebombing, dubcon (!!!), noncon (!!!), mental/emotional abuse (!!!), heavily abused power dynamic (!!!), breeding kink, pregnancy kink, lactation kink, praise/degradation kink, cunnilingus, fingering, p in v, free use, overstimulation, dacryphilia, unreliable narrator-ish, read at your own discretion

remmick loves you so much it’s suffocating. tells you so every single day, in a voice dripping honey, in words soft enough to be a lullaby. “ain’t nobody in this world loves ya like i do, darlin’. not your friends, not your family. nobody.”

and he’s so good at making you believe it. at making you think he’s the only one who ever could.

he’s doting in ways that would be sweet if it wasn’t all followed by iron chains. he insists on cooking every meal for you, pressing kisses to your temple as he sets a plate in front of you, murmuring, “gotta keep my best girl strong. my baby needs ya strong.” he does the chores, every single one, moving around the house like a gentle shadow, humming while he sweeps, while he folds your clothes, while he rubs oil into your growing belly at night.

he draws your baths, tests the water with his fingers, carries you to the tub if your feet are sore. he brushes and combs through your hair with long, careful strokes, cooing, “such a pretty girl. my pretty little wife.” and sometimes it almost makes you forget the other side of him.

almost makes you forget the hours he’ll lock you in your room when he’s angry, pacing on the other side of the door, telling you it’s for your own good. makes you forget how you never get a private moment anymore, not even to bathe or change clothes, because he’s always there, eyes tracking every breath you take, every twitch of your fingers.

he buys you gifts constantly, filling the house with flowers and silks and gold, draping you in it like he’s gilding a shrine. but you’re not allowed to go out and show it off. “don’t want all them eyes on ya, baby. you’re mine to look at. mine to keep.”

he isolates you, sweetly. softly. makes sure you know the world outside the house is cruel, full of people who’d never understand you the way he does. “ain’t safe out there for a pretty thing like ya. folks’d try to hurt ya. i’d kill ‘em if they did.”

sometimes you believe him. sometimes you want to run. but even the thought of running makes your stomach flip, because you can’t imagine where you’d go without him. you can’t imagine being alone.

and he loves you so thoroughly that you start thinking maybe you’re the one who’s being cruel. for doubting him. for crying when he touches you. for saying no. for not wanting him every time he wants you.

because he always wants you.

he’s obsessed with the way you look carrying his baby. the round swell of your belly, the fullness of your breasts. runs his palms over you like he’s petting something precious, voice low and reverent. “you’re so fuckin’ beautiful, baby. didn’t think it was possible for ya to get prettier, but look at ya now. full of me. just like y’should be.”

he talks about putting more babies in you before you’ve even had this one. about keeping you pregnant for the rest of your life. about how your body was made for this. “gonna keep ya so full, folks won’t even remember what you looked like before i bred ya.”

he adores your milk. even before it’s fully come in, he’s latched to your tits whenever he can get them, licking and suckling and praising you for how sweet you taste, even if you’re crying. especially if you’re crying. “shh, darlin’. let me have it. s’just me. always gonna be just me.”

he’s always touching you. even when he’s pretending to be gentle. fingers stroking your belly, your thighs, slipping between your legs while he murmurs, “need to make sure you’re still stretchin’ nice f’me. can’t have ya closin’ up on me now.”

he’ll tell you how good you are in one breath and tear you down in the next, lips soft against your ear. “such a good girl lettin’ me use ya like this. my sweet little broodmare. nothin’ but a hole to keep my kids warm.” and when you sob, he groans, hips snapping harder. “cry all y’want, sugar. ain’t gonna stop me.”

he lives for the taste of those tears too. for the way your voice goes high and broken when you’re crying and coming at the same time. loves licking the salt off your cheeks and telling you how pretty you are when you cry. “ain’t no sight sweeter than my girl in tears. means i’m doin’ my job right.”

eating you out isn’t even something he asks permission for. you’re his. he’ll spread your thighs, mouth hot and relentless, licking you until your legs shake and your tears spill, ignoring your babbled pleas to stop. loves how your blood sings under your skin when you’re aroused, how your pulse hammers, how your body betrays you even when you’re trying to crawl away.

and fucking you while you’re pregnant is nonnegotiable. he’ll go slow sometimes, murmuring about how delicate you are, but most nights it’s ruthless. bent over the bed, your swollen belly bouncing with every thrust, your breath catching on sobs as he snarls, “takin’ me so good, even with my baby inside ya. gonna stretch ya wider. gonna make room for all the rest.”

he uses your body whenever the urge strikes him. nothing and nowhere is off limits. slides his cock between your thighs while you’re folding baby clothes, or pushes you up against the pantry shelves while dinner’s bubbling on the stove. he’ll slip his fingers between your legs while you’re half-asleep on the couch, or drop to his knees to eat you out right there on the countertop. sometimes he bends you over the bathroom sink, fucking you slow and deep while steam curls around you both, and other times it’s fast, frantic rutting on the front porch as moonlight spills over your bare skin. sometimes he comes just from grinding against you, his fangs scraping your neck, red eyes rolling back as he groans, “can’t help it, baby. can’t fuckin’ help it.”

but remmick never seems satisfied, no matter how many times he takes you. he’ll fuck into you for hours, fingers or tongue or cock never stopping, dragging you over the edge again and again until you’re shaking so hard you can’t hold onto him anymore. even when you’re sobbing, whispering you can’t take any more, he only kisses your temple and murmurs, “just a little longer, darlin’. just one more.” and that’s when he finally bares his fangs and sinks them into your throat, drinking you down as your body convulses around him, making sure the last thing you feel is the bright, dizzy pleasure of giving him everything he wants.

and you want to hate him for it. you know you should. but sometimes, curled against his chest, feeling the weight of his palm over your growing belly, hearing him whisper how you’re his whole world, you wonder if maybe this is love after all.

because you can’t remember what it felt like to breathe without him.

[tucsonhorse]

The preference of forest over desert, I think, has to do with people thinking of desert as desolate and dead, devoid of life. Really a desert has *lots* of life and variety, it's just that those of us who are unfamiliar with it don't recognize it because we don't know what to look for. (I recognize some of it from excursions into the Sonoran desert with my grandparents as a kid, but nowhere near what it deserves)

I have a soft spot in my heart for the beauty of the desert because it's often overlooked for the same reason that the beauty of the prairie is and I love prairie-lands. The thing with desert is that looks can be deceiving. Something may look like a big flat plain, but there's actually multiple deep stream channels you won't see until you stumble over them unless you know what you're looking for. A cactus may look like just a green tube with spines but there are actually birds and bugs living inside. Many things in the desert live underground during the day, or under rocks or inside trees and cacti. More things come out at night, or dash through sunlight to reach patches of shade, and if you know what to look for you can find just as much life and as many surprises as you can in the forest.

As for the joy of exploring wild places, it's not about finding things that are unexpected, it's about it being impossible to know exact configurations of things before you see it. So like if you're walking through a forest, you don't know if there is a clearing past the next tree, but there could be one. Or there could be a fallen log, or a hollow, or a different kind of tree, or the same kind of tree. So when you get there, it's a surprise that it is there.

Or a field of wildflowers. Even if you know that you are going to a field it could have flowers or not. If it does have flowers, it could be one of many kinds, or a variety of kinds all at once (which is much more common). If you were just at that same field the week or the day before, there is no guarantee that the flowers will still be there because nature changes constantly.

And once you've seen that field of flowers, you still haven't seen everything in it. There are probably small animals running around out of sight, or maybe a deer will come through. There are hundreds of bugs buzzing around, or maybe there's an unusual flower (even one you haven't seen before) that isn't immediately visible but you can find by looking. And no matter what is there, you can't just open a map or pull out a picture on your phone to tell you exactly what you'll find, where, and when, so it can still feel like exploring, to those so inclined.

Enjoying and exploring nature doesn't appeal to everyone and that's okay. It's not (usually) so much about action and adventure, but more about enjoying small surprises and the beauty of what is there.

Think of it like the difference between a photograph and a video. There are many details and a story to find in a photograph, if you want to find them, but at a single glance it appears more boring and flatter than video. A video has more action and movement to make the story and the interest points are more obvious.

There was this one incident on our trip to America that really helped illustrate the difference between how me and my partner regard rural living and spending time in nature. We were driving through Arizona with my publisher, and took a break to have a walk around and pee on the side of the road. It was desert, in the middle of absolute nowhere - nothing but sand and rocks and a few cacti as far as eye could see to every direction. Empty cloudless sky above you and empty rocky field below you, both carrying on to infinity. That, and the road crossing through it, the only "something" in an infinite nothing.

My boyfriend remarked about how bleak and depressing the place looked, and I was baffled - wasn't this exactly what he wanted? A place like this, completely out of reach of any signs of human life, where he could be at peace and never be seen or heard of again? And he looked at me like what I had said was insane. Of course not. He wanted to build a house in the middle of nowhere in a forest, not in a desert. And that just kind of made it click to me how differently we see things. To me, all nature is nature, and any nowhere is just as much nowhere. How is it any different to live in the middle of nowhere surrounded by nothing but trees, than it would be to live in the middle of nowhere surrounded by nothing but rocks?

[heartyluv]

Note: Please —Click Here— to read part one if you’d like! I’m finally getting around to giving them a second part, omg. I hope I did it justice. Enjoy, my beautiful baes!

Warning: A woman picks a fight with you over Caleb (she’s not a real threat, dw), you get really possessive over him, car sex, use of ‘angel’ for a nickname

Word Count: 4K

Summary: A night out quickly takes a different turn.

Cowboy!Caleb/PossessiveReader

“C’mon, angel. You got it. Push your thighs in tighter,” Caleb instructs you. “Harder. Good, like that, like I taught you.”

You bite your lip, uncertainty coiling through you as you feel the back and forth motion in your hips. You’ve been at this for what is definitely far too long, but with Caleb, you didn’t mind the time it took. Choosing not to be patient wouldn’t get you anywhere, not when you wanted to succeed so badly.

“I—I’m gonna fall again!” you squeak, your nerves calming just barely when he holds you by your hip, silently reassuring you as Applebottom begins to strut along the even terrain of the rich green grass.

“She can sense your nervousness. That’s why she’s so ready to throw you off,” he chuckles, remaining beside you before patting on the large horse’s side with three quick loving taps. “Confidence is key, alright? Show her who’s the boss.”

“You’re her boss!” you yelp right before she trots in place, her hooves pounding into the ground unforgivingly with whine-like neighing to follow. The typically sweet animal did this every time she wanted to set her boundaries and make it known that she did not want whoever was on her back.

It was understandable. You’d only wanted Caleb on top of you, too.

It’s been a few days since you’ve been staying with him on his parents’ ranch, simply because you wanted to, you could, and he offered—no, he begged you to come over. With your dad being able to take on farm work again without needing help, you told lied to him about how you’d be staying over at a friend’s house for a much deserved break.

He still doesn’t know that the man he strictly told you to keep out, was in your room the morning they returned. You had to explain to Caleb later why you frantically pulled him from your bed and threw his sweatpants at him like you were a teenager sneaking a boy out.

You were able to get away with it because not only is the guest room thankfully on the second floor, but momma called your phone and said they needed you both to come down and help haul their stuff and the hand-me-down farm clothes Grams surprisingly let them take, upstairs.

That was about a month ago and a complete win in your book, despite the near heart attack at first. And now, after the time it took for you to have this privacy, you’ve been delightfully basking in the presence of your beloved cowboy.

Since Caleb’s workaholic mother and father tended to be so busy with other business ventures, they were often out of town a lot and this week was one of those instances you both were more than willing to take advantage of.

It was safe to say that you two have been going at it like you were making up for lost time. From sex in his room, to the shower, and even with you bent over the kitchen counter that you ended up scrubbing with bleach because you felt awful about it post orgasm, Caleb has had you folded up in too many ways to count.

He even asked you to be his girlfriend, to which you declined.

Yes, he had your heart, he’s had and will continue to have your body, but you needed to make sure this wasn’t some glorified honeymoon phase. Everything was and felt perfect right now because of how excited you two were to have each other entirely without fear, limitations, and uncertainty—well, nearly.

Your dad will come around when you tell him, you’re almost positive.

But, waiting a bit would prove to you if this feeling was something that would stick without the memories and nostalgia you share being the anchor to it all.

Besides, you two still have a lot to learn about one another all over again before you outwardly labeled this beauty of a man as your boyfriend. You weren’t lying when you said you loved him, but love didn’t mean you had to rush. It meant that you had all the time in the world together to figure it out.

Right?

He understood your concerns, even if he wished you would’ve told him yes and let him fuck you in celebration. Granted, he still did, but it was with determination—to show you that there was no such thing as a fluke when it came to how he felt about you.

Besides all the mushy feelings though, it’s been immensely freeing with him. Like he promised the morning after he made love to you for the first time, in the early evenings during your stay, he’s been helping you try to learn how to ride a horse before he took you out to buy you one of your own.

No matter how much you failed, it was the reality that Caleb was your helping hand to make your heart dance in your chest.

You whole heartedly blamed your pops for your inability, but it partially on you, too. He tried to teach you when you were younger, but gave up once he realized how scared you’d always be no matter what horse he put you on or in front of you. Despite how badly he wanted you to conquer, he refused to traumatize his little girl further after all the falls and near accidents.

And Caleb was far too young and inexperienced himself at the time to try, so you simply never got the hang of it. Not even when he took you a few times to ride on Applebottom before you left for college.

You were honestly too embarrassed to try asking for any assistance the older you became and add you leaving on top of that, horse riding just became a skill you accepted that you’d never acquire.

Caleb soothed the beautiful steed, rubbing down her nose and scratched below her chin to ease her defiance.

“You wanna call it a day?” he grinned up at you, the warm setting sun making his dewy skin glow.

“Please.”

“No worries, angel. Scoot back.”

You maneuver yourself on the leather saddle to make room for the burly man, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting against him once he sat and grabbed hold of the reigns before making sure you were ready to go. After your confirmation, with a click of his tongue and a soft “go ‘head girl”, you were riding towards his large home with the slightly humid wind wiping across your dampened skin.

“I’m taking you out tonight,” he said the closer you got.

“For what?”

“Because I want us to have some fun.”

“I think we have a lot of that here, don’t you think?”

He laughs, the sound warming you on the inside. “You’re not lyin’, but I wanna take you dancing. Remember the last time we went?”

You flip through your memories like they’re pages on a book, not having any recollection.

“Exactly,” he fills in your silence. “We weren’t even ten years old and couldn’t catch a beat for shit.”

“Caleb, that does not count!” Now you’re the one laughing, hard enough to make you snort a little bit.

“It definitely does!” Slowing Applebottom down until she completely stops beside the wrap around porch, he jumps down first to then help you. When you’re standing in front of him, he cups your face in his hands and kisses your lips tenderly.

“I’m gonna set her up for the night, we’ll head in, get cleaned up, and I want to be back down in my pickup in an hour. You got that, angel?”

“Yes, sir,” you tease, making him smirk.

“Go on.” He plucks his cowboy hat off his head and hits you playfully on the ass with it on your way up the steps. “Get the shower going for us.”

You and Caleb have been on the dance floor for nearly an hour straight, and you couldn’t get enough. With every twirl and the feeling of his body pressed against you alongside all the other patrons having their own fun, you wished this night could go on forever.

In your floral pink knee length summer dress, his strong hands were on your waist as he moved you side to side to the thumping beat that vibrated the walls and floors of the classical country dance bar that’s been around long before the both of you.

Your sexy cowboy was a sight to drool over in his sage green long sleeve shirt that he had pulled up on his strong forearms to display his tattoos and dark blue jeans that showed off some of his impressive physique.

You were wearing his black Cattleman that he slyly placed atop your head in the middle of you swaying to the music. You helplessly giggled when he kissed down your neck and took you by the hand to spin you around to face him.

His skin was slightly flushed and his soft hair a small whirlwind of a mess, but if you asked Caleb what he was feeling—complete and alive were the only adjectives that could come to mind.

Your arms went around his neck with a bright smile to accompany your eagerness as you sang along to the lyrics of a song your momma still loves to blast on her cleaning days. Caleb flashed you that boyish grin that made you swoon when you grew dramatic in your efforts to match the passion of the talented singer’s voice blasting through the speakers.

Then he started to sing with you and for a moment, there was no care in the world about how crazy you both sounded. This was where you had fun and you wouldn’t let anything prevent you from enjoying it to its fullest potential.

That was your intention until a woman walked up to you both as the upbeat song ended and transitioned to something slower. You couldn’t even get close to him again before an airy voice said behind you, “You finished with her yet, C?”

C? Who the hell is she calling C?

You craned your neck to figure out who was emitting the strong aroma of too-much perfume. A pretty and short, long haired brunette looking up at Caleb with very clear fuck-me eyes, proved to be the answer to the mystery.

Her complete disregard for your presence wasn’t missed, either.

“I know your mother raised you to have some respect, Maycee,” Caleb replied sharply, not bothering to look at her.

“What? I waited ‘til the song was over,” she shrugs, moving closer to him and making this weird primal behavior surge within you when her perfectly manicured fingers tried to rest on his shoulder before he shucked her off.

“That was respectful enough, was it not? I just want to talk with you.” Her judgmental eyes look into yours that’s slowly losing the light it had second ago. “Alone.”

“We’ve got nothin’ to talk about. Coming up to me when I’m with my girl is out of line.”

“Nothing to talk about? Your girl?” she spits out in disbelief. “Seems like you’ve made the wrong choice.”

“Am I invisible?” you interrupt swiftly, the irritation coursing through your body making it impossible to keep your mouth shut any longer. The looks were hard to ignore, but the nosiness of others did nothing to put out the flame stoking in your chest.

You face her head on, ready to defend yourself with zero intimidation at her attempt to size you up.

“This has nothing to do with you.”

“The moment you spoke to him made it have every fucking thing to do with me.”

“Aww, let me guess: you think you’re special?” she scoffs with a mocking grin. “Tell her about our time together Caleb, since it’s so necessary that she stays clued in.”

Your body tenses as your jaw ticks. The noticeable reaction makes her smile as if she’s triumphant.

“I’d really rather not embarrass you or ourselves more than you’ve already done yourself, Maycee,” Caleb says through gritted teeth. “That’s not what I want or what I do, but you have a tendency of pushing your fucking luck. You’ve done enough. I suggest you know when to walk away.”

You were hard to rile up—very hard. But Caleb was one of the few people who knew how you could get if that’s where you were brought. It’s one of the reasons he’s trying to deescalate the situation as quickly as possible.

“You’re such an asshole. Her over me—seriously?” She sucks her teeth. “Call me when you come back to your senses. My mouth really misses you.”

Your eyes narrow and you check her before Caleb can try. Your tone drops to make sure that even with the quietness that’s suffocating the already stuffy space, only she can hear you clearly.

“Know that my name was tattooed on his chest while his dick was in your mouth.” You get in her face now, feeling a strong hand on your arm to hold you back.

“I want you to make sure you sit with the fact that every time he got hard, it’s because he thought of me. Even when he was inside of you.”

Maycee’s chest rises and falls, the clear shock and disbelief swirling in her irises.

“Baby, let’s just go,” Caleb calls to you, his grip pressing a little harder to make sure you’re aware that he’s trying to keep you calm.

It’s ridiculous how easily your night has been ruined, and now all the fun is washed out your veins.

Not another word is spoken when you take off his hat and press it roughly to his chest, not caring if he doesn’t catch it. You snatch yourself away from him before you storm out the bar and into the now cool night.

Your anger is misplaced, you know that. But it’s feels impossible to correct with the way it was encompassing your entire being.

Caleb doesn’t waste a moment following you, quickly unlocking his vehicle and opening the door to let you climb inside. Once behind the wheel, he maneuvers the tires over the gravel parking lot before rolling onto the smooth roads, and god is the drive uncomfortable.

“You wanna talk now?” he voices ten minutes in, sighing at your refusal to answer—again.

You told yourself you weren’t jealous of his past, that you didn’t care. And truly, you didn’t.

But the mere thought of Maycee with Caleb in any way, made your blood boil. The way she walked up to him like she was so familiar fueled you with violence.

He was yours, he belongs to you.

“Pull over,” you mumble, making his eyebrow furrow.

“I’m not letting you walk if that’s what you think you’re about to do. I don’t care—”

“Pull. Over,” you repeat slowly.

He does. What other choice does he have when the woman he loves looks ready to set fire to anything in her path that dared to give her a reason?

There’s nothing but long empty rode in front and behind you in the dark night of chirping crickets and twinkling fireflies as he puts the car in park to the side. Caleb looks over at you, the moonlight and rows of illuminated warm street lamps pouring through the windshield giving him the privilege to set eyes on his lady.

“Angel, you know she doesn’t mean anythin’ to me. I know you know.”

“I do.” You turn your body to face him.

“We only hooked up twice, pretty. I don’t want you being upset with me. Tell me what you need me—” Your hand reaching over the center console and the tug on his belt makes his words slow.

“I want you,” you breathe out, your voice shaky and the need to have him overriding anything sensible. “I want you to fuck me, Caleb. I want to erase her from you—erase all of them.”

Pretty,” he coos apologetically. “You’ve already done that. But anything you want. Just let me take us home.”

“No,” you shake your head stubbornly. “Now. I want it now.”

“Fuck…” His cock comes to life at your possessiveness.

He leans in to kiss you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours as he swallows your whimpers and identifies your cravings without more needing to be said. You stay like that for a moment, letting him savor your taste.

When he releases you, he gets out the truck so that he can slide into the black leather seat in the back. The moment he shuts the door and sits, waiting with his legs spread wide, you’re kicking off your shoes and climbing toward him like he’s your reclamation.

The lack of sufficient space isn’t enough to stop you from sitting in his lap and pulling on his hair, grinding your panty clad pussy against the rough material of his jeans. He sucks on your neck, the sweet and tangy taste on your skin only making his balls tighten with need.

You have to see your name that marks him, that gives you ownership of him. Impatiently, you pull the hem of his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side and tracing your fingertips along the mesmerizing ink.

“I’m yours, angel,” he whispers, his hands gripping your hips hungrily.

“Show me,” you beg. You feel down his pecs and toned abs before quickly beginning to undo his belt. The clinks echo in the enclosed space at the same time that he bunches your dress above your waist.

Wrapping your hand around his thickness and pulling him out of his confines, you pump him agonizingly slow in your palm.

“You told me this was my cock,” you say against lips, your heart hammering so fast that you’re not too sure how coherent you sound. “You said both of you were devoted to me.”

Your mouths graze, but never meet. “Give me what’s mine…”

Caleb curses under his breath when you swipe a thumb along his slit and smear his precum around, his hips bucking up with eagerness. “I’ll listen to your every w—word. Sit up on your knees, baby…Let me make it better.”

Bracing one hand on him, you follow his instruction and push out a desperate huff when he roughly tugs your panties to the side after you lift yourself.

You didn’t want a condom. In fact, you’d lose your shit if he even offered one. That’s all you’ve been using since your first time together and right now, you just wanted to feel him without any barriers.

When his bare tip slides into your leaking hole, you press your lips together with a pleased hum.

“They can never have you again,” you cry as he helps lower you down to take every pulsating veiny inch. “Hngh—Yes…I miss you like this…”

“N—Never,” he solidifies through a raspy groan, his dick twitching inside your hot and slick walls when you squeeze him.

“You hear how we sound together?” You get closer as you make your hips rise and steadily fall, the squelching of your connection filling your ears. “Only we could make music so powerful.”

The truck begins to shake the harder you go, your palms pressing against the cushioning behind him so your nails had something to scratch when he fucks into you, knocking the breath out of your pliable body.

His fingers dig in your flesh through your dress, surely bruising you, but you need him to. You need that tinge of pain as a reminder that neither of you are never going anywhere because you’ve already made your mark.

“You—hah—you feel so fucking good, Caleb…” The effortless gliding in your pussy makes white dots spot in your vision and your nipples ache beneath the meddlesome fabric.

“We’ve always been in tune.” He shakily reaches over and grabs his Cattleman, placing it on your disarrayed strands and running his thumb across your lip before his large hand caresses down your neck before grasping one of your breasts over your dress. Your lack of a bra lets him flick a nipple, making a strained whimper fall from your puffy lips.

“Don’t ever take it off again. I’m your cowboy, pretty. Own that.” He loses his train of thought for a moment, being buried so snuggly in your heat.

“Ah, fuck…fuck…M—Make me feel it…”

You nod, leaning further back against the console so the outside streetlights could shine upon where you’re connected. Your lover looks down to watch your cunt greedily spread the sticky fluids up and down his cock with unabashed desire.

“Y—you’re not C…” you mewl tiredly, rotating your hips to grind against him. “You’re my Caleb…Just mine…”

The new motion sends shivers down his spine. “You’re right…That’ll never change. It never has…”

The interior grows foggy and humid, sweat beading down your back and his temples the faster your orgasm approaches. You use your muscles to tighten your cunt around his throbbing length, and each contraction makes him feel more precum spurt out in preparation to claim you from the inside.

“That’sss right…oh, baby, keep going… just like that…W—Wanna fill you up so badly…” He pulls your panties over more to gain complete access, his thumb lazily circling your taunt bundle of nerves and sending shockwaves through you.

“Make you so fuckin’ full of me, pretty—I know you want it.”

He sucks air in through his teeth when your peak hits you so hard and unexpectedly that it has you trying to crawl away from him at the simultaneous moment that his cum rushes inside your shuddering walls.

Your moans are on the precipice of pornographic, but for him, it’s the embodiment of sublimity.

You serenade him with your gentle sounds and wavering tone, letting yourself succumb to the deliriousness like you’ve done many times now. Caleb holds you down to make sure you’re filled to the brim, rubbing along your trembling inner thighs. He keeps you spread open so he can watch how the copious amount of cum has no choice but to spill out of your hole and down cock before reaching his balls and staining his clothes.

“‘M so sorry for what happened,” he speaks softly after giving you the space to catch your breath.

“It’s not your fault,” you mumble, holding his hat so that it’ll stay on your head as you sit up before taking it off. Fear consumes him for a brief moment when you place it on his.

“Remember when I told you no?” Your head tilts, taking his hand and placing it on your cheek to nestle into. “About being your girlfriend?”

“I do.”

“Tonight has shown me that…I think I’m in wayyy too deep to be trying to play it safe.”

He smiles. “A mutual sentiment.”

“Will you do me the honor,” you flash a genuine one as well, adjusting the crooked hat and brushing his hair away from his eyebrows. “and let me be your one and only cowgirl?”

“You never even have to ask, angel. C’mere.”

After you share yet another kiss, he presses a sweeter one to the tip your nose.

“Your dad is going to whoop my ass.”

You laugh, the vibrations making you remember that Caleb is still inside of you.

“He’ll be okay. Momma will hold him back.”

“Thanks, baby,” he rolls his eyes with playful sarcasm. “That means a lot.”

“Whatever he does, I’ll be there to kiss it better.”

“Yeah?” he smirks.

“Mhmmm.”

You don’t know what you were even going to try and say or do next because any and all calmness and sentimentally is gone when you see red and blue light flash along with two curt blares of a police siren.

“Shit!” you panic, flicking Caleb’s forehead when he starts to muffle his laugh.

“Ow!” he whisper shouts.

“Move your ass!”

“I can’t until you do!”

Then a knock at the driver’s window sounds. You would forever be in debt to tinted windows now.

“Play dead,” you suggest lowly.

“You’re a terrible problem solver.”

“Well, I’m not seeing you come up with any bright ideas!”

When what you know is the final polite knock sounds with four hits instead of the initial two, Caleb closes his eyes and lays his head back, the hat falling over his eyes and forehead.

“You’re right,” he says, his words muffled. “Play dead.”

“You’re all worried about my dad when me and this police officer is getting ready to kick your ass.”

“Can’t. I’m already dead.”

“Caleb!”

“Mr. Xia?” calls a male voice.

“Who the hell..?”

“Oh,” he huffs in relief. “It’s just Xavier.”

“From high school!?” you ask, completely stunned.

He nods. “He moved back a year after you left. Nothing to worry about. We’re cool.”

“You’re shirtless and still in me!”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t be embarrassed.”

You pluck his forehead once more. “I can’t stand you!”

He rubs his forehead, then pulls you into him. “I’m in love with you too, angel. But flick me again and I’ll fuck you again with him right outside.”

“Just do something!” you pout, your face getting heated at the thought.

Glad to have made you flustered, he smiles. “Anything for you.”

A/N: I felt like creating a scenario like this felt kinda realistic for them because I definitely believe people would fight over a man like Caleb—especially if he sexes you as good as he looks LOLLLL!!!! I didn’t think it would’ve just been sunshine and rainbows initially in a small town where Caleb has been around the block…I could’ve just done a big time skip to their happily ever after, but where’s the fun in that?!?! But I think I’ve unintentionally started another series, DAMNIT! JAYLA, PLS PUT THE PHONE DOWN!!!!

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Relax - Lando Norris

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Another week over, and another week that had driven you absolutely insane. Lando had finished his race weekend a few days ago, but he had some media stuff to do - you never really cared for the details, and he never cared to tell you about them. 

You couldn't remember if he had said he'd be back in the morning of Friday or the evening, but you would soon find out as you walked through the front door. As long as he was there by the time you went to bed, it didn't matter.

The stairs up to your apartment felt agonising, each one bringing you a step closer to your legs buckling underneath you. You could barely get your key in the lock as it clicked open and you stumbled inside, the lights not being on.

You just assumed that Lando wasn't home, so you dropped your bag down next to the couch and walked through to the bedroom. "Holy fucking christ-" you started as you jumped out of your skin when you saw Lando laying in bed with his headphones in. 

"Shit, sorry baby, I didn't know you were back," he smiled, noticing your slightly shocked demeanor. 

"I didn't think you were here, you scared the bejesus out of me," you sighed, leaning back against the wall as you looked at him. He looked so cozy, bundled up in his favourite sweater with the covers pooling around his waist. 

It was raining outside, the small droplets running down the floor to ceiling windows that you had in your apartment. The atmosphere was perfect, and you'd have given anything to just flop down into bed and spend the rest of the night all nice and snuggled up.

But, it wouldn't have been so comfy. You were in desperate need of a shower, since your body felt downright icky due to a day of working. Your hair was greasy as hell too, so that needed some attention sooner rather than later.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to," he apologised, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and approaching you. Lando wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest, tucking your head under his chin. "You're cold," he mumbled, pulling you closer as if it would warm you up somehow. 

"I know, I'm going to go have a shower," you told him as he leant back to look down on you. You could see the hints of tiredness in his eyes that he tried to mask, but you knew him better than that. You knew he'd be asleep by the time you got back from your shower. 

"You think there's room for one more?" he smirked, planting a quick kiss on your forehead. As much as that would have been openly welcomed, you just didn't have the energy in you for that. Neither did he, but he was sure he'd perk up if you wanted to. 

"Not tonight, darling," you shook your head. Normally, Lando might pout a little, try and pick away those small inhibitions in your brain, but he fell at the first hurdle. 

"Fine, suit yourself," he chuckled, resting his head back on top of yours. "You sure you need a shower? I think you'd be a hell of a lot warmer with me in bed." he told you, and you couldn't help but agree.

"I know, but I feel all gross and my hair needs washing ASAP," you groaned into his chest. After a few minutes, you pulled away from him and sighed. "The quicker I get in and out, the quicker I can come to bed," you said, turning and walking towards the bathroom. 

Just as you were about to shut the door, Lando called out to you. "Hey baby, I've got an idea," 

"Yeah?" you cocked a curious eyebrow at him, leaning against the bathroom door frame. Lando couldn't help but think the sight of our figure being lit up from the back by bathroom lights was nothing short of angelic, but he had to keep such thoughts to himself.

He could admire your beauty in non-carnal ways, which was what he tended to do every minute of the day. "Run yourself a bath,"

"Lando, I really can't be bothered with all of that-"

"No, hey, c'mon. You've had a long day, baby. Let me pamper my girl a little, OK?" he said softly, ushering you into the bathroom and starting to fiddle with the taps on the bath. After setting the water running, he left the bathroom and you could hear him rummaging around in the closet.

"You get yourself settled, and I'll be there in a few," he told you, temporarily leaving you alone in the bathroom.

Eventually, the tub filled up and you stripped yourself of your clothes. It was nice to get them off your skin after having them on for so many hours. Sinking down into the hot water, your muscles practically groaned in gratitude.

The heat instantly seeped into your skin, providing pure relief to your body. "You comfy?" Lando asked, setting a mug of tea down onto the edge of the bath and kneeling down next to it. 

"Very," you responded, closing your eyes and leaning back against the back of the tub. 

"You said you wanted to wash your hair, right?" he checked, and you replied with a small hum of affirmation. "Come sit with your back to me, baby," he gently instructed, and you did as he said. The water sloshed around you, lapping against the edges of the tub. 

"And head back for me, gorgeous," he said, and you leant your head back so that you could see his upside down face. Lando smiled at you, tilting himself forward so that he could kiss you on the top of the head. "Can I take this out?" he asked, tugging at the bobble that was keeping all of your hair clustered together. 

"Course," you approved, and Lando's fingers made nimble work of teasing the bobble out of your hair while he tried not to pull on it. From the counter, he reached over to grab your hair brush and slowly started running it through the strands. 

"You know, it's not that greasy," he chuckled, knowing you hated your hair being even the tiniest bit dirty. Lando was gentle with brushing your hair, not wanting to pull on it or snag on any of the bigger knots that had tangled themselves in. 

"It's greasy enough to need washing," you countered, and he knew there was no convincing you otherwise. 

"OK baby, OK," he relented, setting the brush aside once your hair was tangle-free. "Close your eyes," he told you, and you heard the clanking of metal as he picked up the extendable part of the bath so that he could wet your hair. 

"Tell me if it's too hot," he said, turning on the water and letting it run down and over your hair. After a few moments, your hair was wet enough that he could put shampoo in. He picked up the bottle from the rack next to the shower, popping it open and squirting a fair amount into his hand. 

Slathering the viscous liquid onto the top of your hair, his fingers worked it in as they danced over your scalp. It was like your brain was being lulled to sleep, your eyes fluttering shut as you tried to keep yourself awake. 

Once the top of your head was sufficiently lathered, Lando moved his hands away so that he could shampoo the rest of your hair. "Hmm..." you hummed in protest, opening your eyes to look at him.

"Was that nice, gorgeous?" he softly laughed, letting his fingers return back to your scalp and continuing their luxurious massage. You crooned in response, feeling too sleepy to give him a real answer to his question. 

"You know, I'll have to wash this out at some point," he teased.

"Yeah, but not now," you declined, and Lando was more than happy to oblige with your request. Despite his own tiredness, your relaxation was his, and there was no way he would rather spend his evenings than taking care of you. 

It gave him such a great sense of fulfilment and wholeness, knowing that you were settled, calm and all-round content. After this, you'd go to bed and he could hold you all night long, where you were safe. 

It was his favourite way to spend his time when he was at home, since moments like this felt few and far between during the racing season. It was nice to just forget about the rest of the world and focus on you, since his career often came first. 

As he rinsed the shampoo out of your hair, the suds slipped down your shoulders and your figure, and he could feel his throat going dry. Lando had to remind himself that tonight wasn't the night for that, but that didn't mean he wasn't tempted by the sight regardless. 

After working the conditioner into your hair, he left it to sit for a little bit. "You OK here for a bit while it works its magic?" he said, his hands moving down to your shoulders and gently massaging the tense muscles there. 

"Yeah, I'm good," you confirmed, just enjoy the tranquility of sitting in the warm water and being looked after by the love of your life. 

One thing that you could never say about Lando was that he didn't try. He always made the effort to a point where you sometimes felt guilty that you weren't doing enough for him in comparison to everything he did for you. 

Lando incessantly reassured that you were more than enough for him, and being attentive was just how he expressed his love for you. But, there was always that small part of you that didn't think that what you were doing was enough. 

"Do you want me to stay or do you want some quiet time?" he asked, not making any attempt to move from where he was knelt behind you.

"You can stay," you mumbled, opening your eyes to look at him was your head was still tipped back against the edge of the bathtub. He looked a little weird, but he was still just as gorgeous. He just chuckled softly, letting his hands still knead your muscles. 

You were nearly asleep as your eyes closed again, the warmth of the water and feeling of Lando's fingers were lulling you into a false sense of sleepiness. And you were tired as hell.

Lando couldn't help but smile, unable to help how adorable you looked: all mushy and tired as he took care of you. A few minutes went by as he let the conditioner work its magic in your hair, eventually having to rinse it out. 

"Gorgeous, you've gotta stay awake," he whispered, holding a hand over your eyes as the water carried the conditioner out of your hair. He was thorough in the process, not wanting to leave a single drop in. 

He left you in the bath a little longer, drying your hair with a towel until it wasn't dripping anymore. "Do you want me to use the hairdryer?"

"No, I'm too tired,"

"Baby you can't go to sleep with wet hair," he told you, and all you could do was groan in response. 

"I cannot be bothered and I do not care. Plus, if I get sick, I can take the day off work," you countered, and he couldn't help but hum in agreement. You worked some Saturdays, not for long, but he wanted to keep you at home with him everyday, all day. 

"Fine, just this once," he relented, putting your hair into a low bun at the back of your head and standing up from behind you. "I've left your clothes on the towel heater, I'll be in bed," he smiled, leaving the bathroom. 

Lazily, you got out of bath and drained the water, before drying yourself off and getting dressed in what he had left you. Once you were in your sweats and one of his jumpers, you sluggishly walked to your bedroom and flopped into bed. 

"Tired, baby?" he asked, a hint of teasing in his tone. 

"Mhm," you hummed in response, snuggling into his side without giving him a second to move. Lando just wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. He turned off the light and sunk further into the mattress, the only sounds in the room being your soft breathing and the patters of the rain on the windows.  

"I love you," Lando whispered through the darkness, holding you a little tighter against him. 

"Love you too," you mumbled back. He could barely make it out, but he knew what you had said after hearing it so many times. It was barely a few minutes before you had fallen asleep. Despite how tired Lando also was, he just wanted to relish in the feeling of holding you for a little longer.

No matter how far away he was, or how close, he always longed to have you by his side, and here you were. Right where you were meant to be, in your bed, snuggled up to him. And he wouldn't have it any other way. 

A/N - Just a little something I whipped up a while ago and thought it would be a waste not to share! A reblog would be really appreciated, and I have posted my upload schedule, which you can find here. Love y'all 💖

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Your Demon Harem

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Demon Harem x Reader

WC: 5.2k+

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warning: fivesome, breeding, lots of cum, blow jobs, hand jobs, virginity loss, tail play, size difference, exhibition

The bath was as relaxing as it could be with several people watching and occasionally stepping in to make sure you properly cleaned yourself. Though the soaps were luxurious and smelled amazing, you struggled to appreciate them when being monitored like an animal in a zoo.

You were quickly dried off and dressed in a plain sundress, something cute and comfortable. It was white, with various flowers embroidered on the hem. To be honest, you were expecting something much more extravagant, considering the Duchess’s attire from the night before.

As if reading your mind, one of the maids spoke up.

“You won’t be clothed for very long, my dear. I’m sure you won’t want the young lords to have any trouble undressing you.”

That was a can of worms you weren’t ready to open yet, you needed coffee and something to put on your stomach before thinking about potential demon mating rituals.

Perhaps you were going to be the very breakfast they ate, or sacrificed for the ensured fertility and prosperity of their family.

Either way, things didn’t seem to be going well for you. Hopefully they let you eat first, it would suck to go out on an empty stomach.

You walked towards your potential doom with all the grace you could muster. Looking death in the face was not on your casual Sunday to-do list, but life sometimes gave you lemons, and you had no pitcher to store the lemonade in.

So you were royally fucked, weren’t you?

“Introducing, Lady (Name), the new heiress of the Quensdelle family.”

‘Heiress..?’

As you were escorted in, everyone at the table rose to get a look at you. There were five in total, and they were all were dressed to impress, in expensive suits with a flower pinned to each of their chests.

“Boys, please introduce yourselves,” the duchess said, sitting back down in her plush, velvety chair. “Hurry now, we haven’t got all day.”

“Ambrose, my lady.”

The first person that spoke up was a demon in pink, whose eyes shone like sparkling fire. He looked you up and down before smirking, his tail swaying with the confidence of a young man his age. You caught his eyes moving to your cleavage twice, and with a huff you shyly crossed your arms.

“I am Lucian, but you can call me Luci, my lady.”

The next was the boy sitting beside him, who blew you a kiss the second the duchess wasn’t looking your way. He had long, wavy purple hair that was floating around him as if he were under water, and the prettiest eyelashes you had ever seen.

“X-Xavi…”

His skin was blue, unlike the others he could not hold a human form for longer than a few minutes. His tail twitched nervously, and he wouldn’t look you in the eye at all as he ran his fingers through his long black hair.

“Salem, at your service,” the next purred, his baby blue eyes peeking at you from his golden lashes. If you hadn’t seen the bat wings and jagged horns atop his head, you would have assumed he was an angel that had been stolen from heaven, much like you were taken from earth.

“And I am Thorn,”

The last demon was unusually tall, with dark hair and expressionless eyes. His soft features made him beautiful, but his cold demeanor was already turning you off, despite his muscular frame that seemed like it was sculpted by the hands of the gods.

“From this day onward, these men will be your mates.”

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Can you write a Joel x reader fic where reader’s having a sex dream about him, Joel hears her quiet moans and wakes her up with the real thing? Please and thank you.

Say My Name

PAIRING:Joel Miller x reader

WORD COUNT: 1171| requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

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The night was quiet.

A rare kind of quiet,the kind that settled over Jackson after a long day of patrols, community dinners, and fading laughter. The soft whirr of the wind outside the window danced with tree branches, and inside the small cabin, a fire cracked lazily, casting gold across the wooden walls.

Joel lay on the couch. He wasn’t asleep. Couldn’t be. Not with the way your quiet sounds were crawling into his ears and stirring something deep in his chest,and lower.

He’d insisted on staying the night after your fall during patrol. Said he just wanted to keep an eye on you, make sure your leg wasn’t swelling too badly. That was Joel,gruff, grumpy, protective to a fault. You’d rolled your eyes, but you didn’t argue. You never argued when he cared like that.

You were sleeping on the bed, tangled in those soft cotton sheets, your leg propped up. And you were dreaming,he could tell. The way your breath caught. The way you shifted your hips, slow and instinctive.

Then he heard it.

A soft moan. Barely a whisper.

“J-Joel…”

His name. Clear as day, wrapped in a breathless sigh that made his whole body tense.

He sat up slowly, unsure if he imagined it.

Then again, your hips moved under the blanket.

Another sigh. A whimper this time.

He swallowed hard. His cock twitched in his jeans.

You were dreaming about him.

He should’ve looked away. Should’ve shut his eyes, gone to the porch, done anything but sit there watching you. But he couldn’t. Not when your face was flushed and sweet, lips parted, chest rising with quick little breaths like you were already halfway there. And it wasn’t just lust clawing at his gut,it was more.

He’d wanted you for months. Hell, maybe longer than that.

You whimpered again, a little louder. One hand moved between your legs.

That broke him.

He stood, padding silently over to the bed. He sat on the edge, fingers brushing your cheek.

“Darlin’…” he whispered, voice husky, low. “Y/N… wake up.”

You didn’t stir.

Your breath hitched, and your hips pressed up into the air as if seeking more.

His hand curled around your wrist gently, stopping your movement. “Sugar. You’re dreamin’.”

Your lashes fluttered. Your eyes opened, dazed and confused.

Then you saw him.

“Joel?” you asked, voice small and cracked with sleep and something more.

He nodded, brushing your hair back. “You were moanin’. Sayin’ my name.”

Your face flushed a deep red. “Shit,” you whispered. “I,I didn’t mean,”

“You want me?” he interrupted, voice dark and thick with need. “That what you were dreamin’ about?”

You swallowed, your throat dry. “Yes.”

A beat passed. Something deep and warm curled in his belly at the word.

“Fuck,” he muttered, leaning closer. “You should’ve told me sooner, baby.”

Your breath caught as he kissed you.

It was slow at first, testing, tasting. His lips were rough and warm, his hand sliding to cup your jaw as if anchoring you to him. You melted into it, fingers fisting his shirt, pulling him closer.

“Joel,” you gasped when he pulled back just enough to press his forehead to yours. “I didn’t know if you wanted,”

“I’ve wanted you for so fuckin’ long,” he murmured. “Dreamt of you every goddamn night, but I wasn’t sure if you,”

“I do,” you said quickly. “I want this. Want you.”

He didn’t need more than that.

His hands moved under your shirt, lifting it slowly, reverently. “Tell me to stop, and I will,” he murmured. “Say the word, and I’ll back off, no questions.”

You stared at him, heart pounding, skin on fire. “Don’t stop.”

He pulled the shirt off, dropping it to the floor. His eyes dragged over your body like you were something sacred.

“Jesus,” he whispered, “you’re beautiful.”

You flushed under his gaze, but he leaned in and kissed your throat, down your collarbone, lower still.

“Joel,” you breathed, eyes fluttering shut.

“You still dreamin’, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice gravel against your skin. “Or is this real enough for you?”

“Real,” you whimpered, fingers threading through his hair. “It’s so real.”

He chuckled softly. “Good. I want you to remember every second of it.”

His hand slid between your thighs, parting them gently. His touch was warm, calloused, worshipful.

You gasped. “Joel,”

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, kissing the inside of your thigh. “Let me hear you.”

He found you slick, aching for him. His fingers circled your clit slow, deliberate, teasing a moan from your lips.

“You’re already so wet,” he said, lips brushing your ear now as he returned to hover over you. “All this for me?”

You nodded, unable to speak.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he growled, kissing you hard. His fingers slipped inside you, slow and perfect, drawing a cry from your throat.

You gripped his shoulders. “Joel, please,”

“What do you need, darlin’?” he whispered, lips ghosting over yours. “Tell me.”

“You. I need you.”

He growled again, low and possessive. “I got you.”

His jeans hit the floor. He pressed you back against the pillows, thick and hard against your thigh, his eyes locked to yours.

“You sure?” he asked, voice breaking.

“Yes,” you whispered. “God, yes.”

He pushed inside slowly, inch by aching inch.

You gasped,he filled you perfectly, completely.

“Shit,” he groaned, burying his face in your neck. “You feel so good. So fuckin’ tight.”

You wrapped your legs around him, clinging like he was the only real thing in the world.

He started to move, slow and deep.

Each thrust had your body arching, mouth gasping for air. His lips never left your skin,your neck, your shoulder, your chest, anywhere he could touch, kiss, claim.

“Joel,oh my god,” you moaned.

“You’re takin’ me so good,” he said, voice hoarse, almost reverent. “So fuckin’ perfect.”

Your nails scratched down his back. “Faster,” you begged.

He obeyed.

The rhythm turned feral, desperate. The sound of skin against skin, your cries, his groans,it was overwhelming.

He kissed you hard, bruising. “Come for me,” he growled. “Wanna feel you. Come all over my cock, baby.”

That was all it took.

You shattered beneath him, crying out his name like a prayer. Your walls clenched around him, pulsing, and he cursed as he spilled inside you with a long, guttural groan.

He didn’t move for a while.

Just lay there, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged.

“You okay?” he murmured eventually.

You nodded, chest rising and falling. “Yeah. Better than okay.”

He smiled,small and rare and warm.

“I meant what I said,” you whispered. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“I know,” he said gently. “Me too. Just didn’t think I deserved this.”

You reached up, cupping his cheek. “You do. More than anyone.”

He kissed you again, slower this time. Sweeter.

“You still dreamin’, sugar?” he asked, teasing now.

“No,” you said, wrapping your arms around him as he rolled you gently to his side, still inside you. “But if I am… I don’t ever wanna wake up.”

[unluckilyimnot]

Nat's roommate – bucky x fem!reader (2)

Summary: You take care of Alpine while he's away and he thanks you with a home made dinner.

Friends to lovers but they kiss this time, baseball player!bucky, mention of alcohol, mutual pining, they both get bolder wc:3.8k

Note: I like this one honestly, but it made a little less sense alone even if it can be read by itself ! It was simply someone motion on the first part in the begging but I thought it was nice writing it slsls Reblog appreciate, I'm insecure in my writing lately..

part 1 | masterlist | rules

You sigh as you finally step into Natasha's apartment. Your body is sore from the pilates session you just had. You can barely hold your bag up to the table and took a second to curse the friend you asked you to come with her. You kept your shoes on as you didn't intend to stay long today.

"Alpine ?" You called out, since she didn't run into your legs today, while you opened the windows to air the living room.

You took another look around, searching for the white ball of fur you love so much. You called her name again as you made your way to Bucky's room.

Bucky left for his training camp almost two weeks ago. It happens twice a year, he goes camping with his baseball team and trains like a military man for 2 weeks. Usually, Natasha takes care of Alpine while he's away, but this time their calendar didn't match. Natasha left to visit her sister as she always did every two breaks at uni – the other, it was her coming to New York. So there you were, wondering about the place you know like the back of your hand, looking for his adorable cat.

Pushing the door of his room opened, you're welcome with his baby resting on his pillow – like she usually does when he leaves for a long time. Your eyes soften at the sight, cooing gently at her before you take out your phone and snap a picture. The deal was for you to take care of her while they're both away – and for you to send him pictures every day. You were not getting over the fact that he, out of all the man you knew, was such a cat dad. You had to push him out of his own place or he would've been late because he was still petting her in your arms when he was supposed to leave.

You send it immediately before moving to sit next to her, running your finger through her long, white fur. She meowed quietly, before she rolled on her back and rested against your thigh. A dumb smile curled on your lips as you pet her under the chin.

"You didn't hear me, huh," you whispered with a baby voice, mesmerized by the sweet kitty next to you. "He's coming back tomorrow, you must have missed him a lot."

Now she was fully awake, looking up at you with her beautiful crystal, blue eyes that remind you of him as she blinked slowly your way. You took her in your arms before laying down on his bed, with her staying on your chest. You couldn’t help it, you love taking care of her. To be fair, you were really happy when he asked you to do it – it meant he trusted you. Plus she was used to you, liked you a lot even so it was probably just easier. But still, it made your heart flutter. Even more after the other night at the bar, it made you think that, maybe, it was more than that. Than just making sure she was comfortable and trusting you.

It felt like a violation to come into his room without him, laying on his bed when he's not there and you hope he wouldn't mind. It didn't last long though, as much as you wanted to, you were in need of a shower to get rid of all the sweat remaining on your body. So you grabbed her and made your way back into the living room again.

She jumped out of your arms by herself, waiting on the counter as she watched you move around her home. You changed her water before filling her small plate with cat's wet food. It'll be all for tonight you fear. You stayed with her until she was done eating and kissed her good night.

The next day, as you were working on the English essay you had to return on the first day of the next semester, your phone lit up. Deciding it wasn't a bad time to take a break, you took your phone. It was Bucky, inviting you over tonight for dinner – as a thank you.

Your phone fell from your hands, hitting the pill of paper on your desk. You hold in a small gasp and lend a hand on your heart, trying to steady yourself. That was something new. You already spent nights with Bucky, watching a movie or talking, waiting for Natasha to come back from her lessons. But it was never just the two of you by the end of the night and your heart had a hard time registering that. He was a gentleman, of course he would thank you while inviting you over for dinner. It still puts your heart and mind through a lot.

He never really seemed interested in you, not really, before that night. You thought he saw you more like a third roommate, like he sees Natasha – a close friend, he can rely on, flirt with playfully without it becoming weird. And at first it was, you played along, not expecting anything. But for once in your life, you were treated so well that you couldn't help it but fell for him. For his smile, his pretty blue eyes and the stupid pet names he calls you; for the way he holds you when you drink too much or checks on you every time you get quiet. There were too many things now, it wasn't just casual, it couldn't be.

You cleared your throat, shaking your head before replying quickly, that you were free. He just had to tell you what you should bring.

'Nothing. I invite you, I'm cooking.'

God your heart will not survive the night.

You knock twice in the door as when you arrived – you've left his keys in the mailbox when you left yesterday. You heard Alpine meow and his heavy steps on the ground even if he seemed far away. She kept on meowing in front of the door, again and again as if she didn't just see you yesterday. You giggle, finding it funnier than you'd like to admit to hearing him trying to calm her down.

"Yes mama's there, I know ! No need to scream," you heard him say on the other side of the door.

Your cheeks turn hot in a second at the sweetness in his voice.

"Hey," he said quickly after opening the door, nearly panting as he smiled at you.

Your heart skipped a beat – not surprising at all, everyone would catch their breath at a pretty smile like his. You smiled his way, happy to see him back, before your eyes tear away from him at the feeling of Alpine soft fur in your legs. You take her in your arms quickly, burying your face into her neck and walk inside.

"Who would know you didn't hear me yesterday huh," you teased her as she pushed her small head in your cheek. 

"So, I'm her mama now?" You asked his way now, with an eyebrow raised and a smug expression on your face.

He scoffed, his hand ran around his chin. He looked away for a second before he nodded, looking back into your eyes with a small smirk on his lips. "Well, she's more cuddly with you than with Nat, so yeah. I think that in her little head, you're her mom." He admits.

Your eyes linger on him as he talks and moves around the kitchen, getting everything he needed out to cook. He was wearing a simple gray shirt but God, it was fitting him so well, his broad shoulders seemed to suffocate in it. When he looked back at you, your eyes turned away quickly to his cat, petting her a little before letting her go.

"Is that so..." you stated softly, making your way to sit on the kitchen island next to him, brushing the fuzzy feeling in your belly away. "So, how was the camp ?"

"Hum, well actually," he said with a nod even if he seemed to look for his words. "I'm making carbonara pasta, good for you ?"

Your eyes widened as you gasped. "Of course ?? I love it so much !"

He chuckled at the happiness dripping from your lips. "Yeah, I know."

He seemed to avoid his camp for some reasons, and you were no-one to force him to talk, yet. Instead, you shook your head lightly, staring at your feet hanging in the air rather than his focus face. He pokes his tongue out when he's focused, he does that during his baseball game too. You find it absolutely adorable, but you can never take him seriously when he does. You jump down, taking place on the other side of the island then place your hand on it.

"How can I help ?" you asked, fingers drumming on the surface. He shook his head.

"You, my dear, won't help. This," he showed the room around, dim light, music you liked in the background and two glasses still empty – but not for long. "Is all for you. You're not doing anything, I'm thanking you."

You scoffed at his dramatic setting as he finally filled the two glasses with white wine and gave one to you, sending you a playfully wink before his features softened. He goes back to his preparation in silence for a while, starts cooking soon afterward – his head moves along with the music. It is comfortable, almost domestic and it would make your pulse quicken if you weren’t already a little used to it. He's a rather good cook, so he already made dinner for you and Natasha a few times over the last few months.

"No but really, thank you for taking care of her. She's as if I never left," He confessed quietly, taking a sip but not turning your way. "She's usually more stressed when I leave for so long. She must really like you."

That makes your heart beat faster. You have no idea how much he loves her, you can only imagine it; so him telling you he could tell she was doing fine with you switch something inside you.

“I’m glad then, I did my best.” You didn’t say it was nothing, ‘cause it wasn’t – not for him.

You were sure that he would only date someone his cat loves as well at this point, so you really, deeply appreciate the compliment.

"You skipped the camp question far too quickly," you commented, moving slowly to lean next to the stove and look at him. "What's that ? Something went wrong ?"

He scoffed again, looking up for a second and you didn't miss his tongue poking inside his cheek. Something bothered him for sure.

"There was a girl team nearby, and some folks bothered me with one of them," he confessed after a beat, shaking his head in the process.

You cheered softly, hitting your shoulder with his arm, asking for more – doing your best to ignore the sting in your heart.

"So you got her number ??"

"Nah, she wasn't my type. I was definitely hers though." Here was the confident smirk on his lips that rarely leaves him. "I already have my eyes on someone."

His eyes fell on you for half a second, something between a knowing gaze and resignation. You, on the other hand, dramatically gasped for air, making him chuckle.

"Who ?!" you gasped again, not believing it.

He never showed interest in anyone you know. Yes, you've seen him flirt with people at university or at the bar, but nothing serious that ended up being something more. And not in a long time, you have to admit. That brought you back to yourself, to the longing feeling in your chest that maybe, just maybe, it could be you – but he wouldn't have told you that easily then, right ?

"I can't tell you," he kept on shaking his head, but there was a playful smile on his lips as he dressed the plates. "You know them, so nope. Not happening. There, princess."

"Never do that again," you warned him, a playful disgust all over your face as you frowned his way.

You still take your plate from his hand gently. He outdid himself, it was pretty, it would be a shame if it fell on the ground.

"I thought you had someone in mind ?" You joked further, but honestly, you liked it more than you should authorize yourself.

"They'll never know," he winked playfully too before making his way to sit at the small kitchen island.

"That's some bad mentality you have there," you snored.

Sitting next to him, taking a bite before him your eyes widened. You were sure he could see the glitters in your eyes when your head snapped his way. He always waits for you to taste first before starting to eat for some reason.

"That's amazing!! Oh my God, come to my house and redo it every night !"

He laughed out loud – a real, haha, laughter and you swear, your heart stopped. Warmth filled your body, your heart melted and you were probably blushing now. That was the most raw laugh you've ever got from him by yourself. And you love that desperately. This moment, the intimacy of sitting on a dirty kitchen island with him, his thigh touching yours and his cat's tail around your legs. You're not even sure you'll ever want somebody who's not him in your life.

"I could, but you'll have to eat something else at some point." His laugh still hung in his voice.

"Try me."

He knew you were dead serious, that was probably the worst part. The way your eyes were glued on him, and he was staring back, a smile in his eyes.

"You're impossible," he chuckled softly, shaking his head while taking a bite.

"You love me," you answered before you could think about it and, for a second, you were scared you went too far.

You took a second to blink, composed yourself, and wet your lips before you got back to eat, watching his reaction closely despite yourself. He smiled, soft, gentle – he probably didn't know you were looking. He almost looked sad.

"Yeah, I do." His voice mirrors the mix of feelings in his eyes.

If you didn't know better, if you weren't so scared to ruin everything, if you didn't know he was already into someone – you would've kissed him. But you couldn’t, something held you back from getting any closer for a second. Despite the wait, there was no hesitation in his voice and that was the most unsettling. Your vision shook, not sure if you were ready to fully accept that maybe, maybe, he was into you too. Instead, you hit his arm gently with your elbow.

"Stop it, don't say yes on top of that," you whispered playfully, but a flash of his lips on your skin came back to your mind and your throat tightened.

"So, how was your break ?" he changed the subject without denying anything, leaving you stuttering.

"F–fine, hum, I got to spend a lot of time with Wanda, I think it’s going somewhere with her senior crush," you tag along, running away from what you two just said, from your feelings before it gets out of hand.

Your pasta never looked so interesting, your eyes barely teared away from it while you talked about the news things you learned during the last two weeks. You steal glances at him while taking bite after bite, meeting his eyes every time without fail – it was ridiculous at this point, and you both ended up laughing. Your face leaned on the back of your hand, it was your turn this time, a genuine smile on your lips and you swear you heard his breath catch; or maybe you imagined it because you wished it’d happened.

"You missed a lot of things," you said finally, twirling your fork around your plate.

"I'm sure I did."

Just like that, you two ended up drinking on the couch after being done eating, with Alpine curled into Bucky's laps. You took a picture when he wasn't looking, too busy laughing at Natasha's favorite top being destroyed by Fanny, Yelena's dog.

“How did I miss that ? Why didn’t she send it to me too ?” he choked out between two laughs, grabbing air with his hand for you to give him your phone once more, so he could laugh again.

“What can I say ? I’m privileged, Buck,” you smiled, giving him happiness.

Your feet were hidden below his thigh to keep them warm and your head leaned into the backrest. You started to feel hot with the wine. As much as you love white wine, it does go to your head easily. Your cheeks felt hot and you closed your eyes for a second, enjoying the calm moment a little more. Bucky’s laugh was fading away slowly, making you crack your eyes open.

He was mirroring you, his head rested the same way as yours, staring at you softly. He had small eyes, his eyes bags were a lot darker than you noticed earlier but he seemed content, at peace.

“You can stay here tonight if you’re tired. Nat wouldn’t mind giving you her room,” Bucky offered gently. “I can’t offer you a ride right now, I’m too tired for that,” he added in a chuckle.

You shook your head. “I don’t feel like sleeping alone tonight, and sadly she has no plushie for me,” you only half-joke.

You had no idea since when you get bold enough to see something like this; but here you were, staring in his eyes playfully, watching him swallow hard enough to make him swallow hard.

“I’ll go home soon, I don’t wanna bother you,” you added leaning a little more into the couch.

Bucky’s eyes study you for a second, your features, stopping a second too long either on your lips or your chest – you couldn’t really tell – before leaning in dangerously. Maybe the alcohol made him bolder too, even if he never really needed it before. Your heart stutters, before picking its pace and beating faster. You close your eyes when you could feel him getting closer and closer before a weight landed on your laps.

You open your eyes – Alpine.

“I can offer you this, if that’s enough.” His breath hitch on your face.

You chuckled as you pet her gently. “She only sleeps with you at night, don’t play dumb.”

“You can still have her,” he answered without missing a beat, a knowing gaze in his eyes. Daring you to say yes.

Yet you hesitate. It suddenly felt like a lot, or at least more than you could possibly handle. It felt like he could hear your heart drumming in your body, he was aiming for it, trying to lure it his way and keep it forever – and you’ll let him. If it wasn’t for this stupid fear of losing the friendship you’ve built for him. You couldn’t handle returning to a world without him and this step felt like you might be forced to if it goes wrong.

“I’m not sure about this Bucky…” your voice came out as a whisper, not that you wanted to.

His eyes fluttered around, his jaw worked – you didn’t shift away from him, not even a bit. It took it as a green light, leaning in closer until his nose brushed into yours.

“You’re the only one playing dumb right now,” his voice was low and rough, yet his eyes shine with longing. With a desperation that needed to meet its end.

They fell on your lips again and, after he captured the sparkles in your eyes as he did so, his lips fell on yours gently, barely touching but still managing to steal a kiss from you. You expected butterflies in your stomach, feeling all fuzzing and seeking for more immediately – but you met an unnamed warm feeling, your breath catching when he pulled away. Instead of running after his lips, your hands find his cheek and you lean your forehead against his. All the worry clouding your mind for the last few weeks were gone in a blink of an eye. You could finally let go of a breath you’ve been holding for what felt like hours, the weight of uncertainty now melting away.

So you kissed him back. Late, yes, but you did and you could feel his lips curled up in the kiss.

“Took you long enough,” he cursed under his breath in a small, relief chuckle.

“It only means you're not that good at flirting,” you answered without missing a beat, but still leaning your cheek into his hand.

“You’re just dense,” he said, deadpan. “You were the only one I allowed close to me for months, the only one I called with pet names,” he urged, shaking his head. “And I could tell you were in love, but you were always keeping yourself at distance, I hated it. Why do you need alcohol so bad, huh ?”

“You’re intimidating Buck, what can I say” you giggled at first, but your shoulders fell. “I never thought you could be interested in me,” you admit after a beat, not looking at him anymore. “I knew you were like this, caring,” you precise, “with other people. I– I didn’t think I was special.”

He captured your lips again, not wasting a second. Both his hands hold your face now as he kissed you more fiercely this time, looking for more, letting you know you were as he deepened the kiss gently. Until he pulls away as gently.

“It’s only you love, for a while now. Sorry I didn’t do enough,” he cooed, leaving a small peck on your puffy lips.

“I think I just couldn’t see it, or I didn’t want to. I was scared I'd lose you, you know ? If I authorized myself to see it. I couldn’t handle the idea of not having you around anymore, it hurt too much, and –”

You started rambling, and after that, it didn’t make much sense to be honest, but you were far too gone to realize that. Bucky didn’t stop you. He listened carefully, nodding softly from time to time as he pulled you closer. He pushed your hair away from your face, gazing deeply in your eyes when you looked his way for reassurance. He gave it to you, with his voice low, warm and a kiss on the temple.

You hadn’t drunk much, but the pressure leaving your body, mixed with the tiredness and the alcohol lead you there – not that you’ll mind. There’s far more worse way to end your night than in Bucky’s arms as he listen you talk about how capitalism fucks up people’s view of love.

Let me know if you liked it ! <3

[randomfandomworks]

Shared Realizations

Snotlout x Reader (Could be seen as LA or Animated)

Synopsis: Every year the Bleeding Sun rises over Berk. Every year you wake early to watch it, yet this year it’s accompanied by a new understanding of your feelings towards a certain Viking.

Word Count: 1.1K+

A/N: I’m so glad people are finally understanding my obsession over Snotlout. I’ve loved this man for so long but he’s always been put to the side. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy this.

The Bleeding Sun, a grotesque and clearly Viking named natural phenomenon. Its origins lost to the unwritten history pages but its beauty remains. In the week of season change from Summer to Fall, one day, for an hour or two the sun would be a brilliant red as it rose. And as its rays were half covered below the horizon you would be free to watch its beauty as the rest of the sky became nothing less than a stunning mix of pastels behind it.

Some tribes believed it was a blessing from the Gods for the coming season harvest, others simply called it a greeting from the sister Sól, goddess of the sun and responsible for its rising. Whatever it was, whatever its true meaning, it held its very own significance for you and seeing it was an event you never wished to miss.

Hence why you stood awake in the early hours just before dawn broke, preparing for an early morning flight on one of the landing pads around Berk. The sun had just barely peaked over the ripples of the sea’s horizon. Already a gleaming ruby red that painted the sea, you fed one final trout to your dragon and scratched them gently as you prepared to take off.

“Ready for another Bleeding Sun?” You asked, a gentle purr coming in response as you mounted your saddle. Easily balancing your weight on top of your dragon. You gave a quick cue for takeoff, a soft whisper and hand motion, leading you to begin to fly amongst the clouds.

They were by far your favorite part of the holiday, almost as if they were painted by the Gods themselves, the sun's deep, unusual coloring reflected strong oranges and pinks upon their surface that deepened into dark shadows. They were simply gorgeous, even more so when seen on the back of a dragon. A view you still hadn’t gotten used to, and in a way you wished you never would. As you observed them, taking mental notes over each of their hues to hold in your mind until next year's reddened sunrise, another figure rose up through their airy formation.

“Snotlout.” You greeted simply, a smile coming to your face at his sleep ruffled hair and his helmet haphazardly thrown on. Clearly he had woken himself up just for this, which, while he may complain about later, you knew all too well the event of the Bleeding Sun held just as much meaning to him as it did for you. He too would never wish to miss the holiday, especially when sharing it with you.

“Hey Babe,” he gave in return, a small, sleepy grin spreading to his face, “You really took off without me?” He continued a feigned hurt on his face and in his voice.

“I thought you had forgotten.” You responded, adding a teasing shrug as you turned to watch the sun's slow rise into the sky. Hearing him scoff at your remark in a false surprise, relaxing into a more playful version of his usual self.

“I could never! Watching the Bleeding Sun with you is my favorite part of the year after all.” He gave, making you turn to face him with your growing smile.

“You say that about every holiday.”

“And every time it’s true.” He argues, a bigger smile, matching your own, coming to his face as he observes you, your eyes slowly brightening the more your body adjusted to being awake and the way your hair was equally as ruffled as his own, only yours came from the soft morning winds instead of a prolonged night's rest.

No one truly knew what to call what was going on between you and Snotlout, not even the two of you. If you had dated it wouldn’t surprise anyone, you had been very close friends since you were young. Yourself being the only one that didn’t mind his regular outbursts or disruptive antics. It wasn’t as though he didn’t flirt with you, in fact the older you both grew the more focused his advances became on only you, though that may only be because you didn’t mind it as much as Astrid.

Either way, the situation had never been brought up, not that it bothered either of you.

“Here it comes.” Snotlout pointed out, breaking your attention from how brilliant the clouds looked, and how brilliant he looked against them.

Your attention snapped to the rising sun, as always it shone radiantly. Rays of stunning red reflecting off the water and dulling the sunrise behind it. Making the colors of the sky seem as though faded, worn away by time. Light blues, yellows, and pinks blending together in perfect harmony. A frame to the scarlet of the sun, now ever so slowly dulling from its bold coloring the higher it became.

You turned to Snotlout quietly, watching all of the beautiful colors dance in his eyes and the wind bite his pinking cheeks, ruffling his hair more as it passed you both. And suddenly, as though blown in with the breeze, it struck you, there may be no clear answer as to what this relationship is or what it may become, but for now you would call it fate.

And as you registered this realization, you paused as though struck, and finally you turned back to the sunrise, just as fate worked its ironic magic Snotlout turned to watch you. Completely missing the wonder struck look you had blessed upon him moments ago. Though the one that he held for you was perhaps tenfold of it.

He watched the way the red of the sun dulled to orange against your features, your silhouette shaped perfectly against the clouds you loved so much. And perhaps now he understood why.

You looked absolutely divine, the light framing your smile perfectly. As if you were from Valhalla yourself or as though you had been molded by the perfectionist eye of the Gods just to coexist in this moment, if you had told him so he wouldn’t for a second have doubted it.

And as he watches you smile he was at a loss for words, at a loss for logic even. He knew people were not considered bright, were not considered by any lengths something like this. But as you smiled you became the brightest sun he had ever seen.

It occurred to him that perhaps the Bleeding Sun was not the only beauty graced by the Gods, perhaps instead there was another wonder he was completely oblivious to until now. A wonder that had been graced upon him for years, but only now, in his maturity did he realize its true importance.

Perhaps still fate would make you both run these circles of realization until it had its fun. Until then, whenever you both may admit to these secret admirations, you would both perhaps have to enjoy these secret glances. Perhaps until that fateful day these glances would be enough.

[onriyuview]

sugar rush

genre: smut, 18+ mdni

wc: 659

summary: your bf!sion is a munch who can't get enough of being in between your thighs

“no artificial sweetener you gon’ eat it up ‘til yo teeth hurt.” - sugar rush, bibi

cw: munch!sion, established relationship, oral (f), praise kink, mention of multiple orgasms, overstimulation, pet names (baby), let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: inspired by that clip of sion eating ice cream...

"please," sion breathes out against the skin of your inner thighs.

he's looking up at you with those big, beautiful eyes of his, his lids half-open because of how drunk he is on you already.

the night started as wholesome as ever, cuddling on the couch and watching a cute movie before the two of you decided to go out to get ice cream to treat yourselves after the long work week.

you watch him as he all but inhales the matcha soft serve cone he ordered, your mouth slightly ajar as your eyes widen at the way he even tilts his head sideways to get a mouthful of the sweet treat.

and now, you've found yourself lying on the bed, the only piece of clothing that still remains is your sion's oversized shirt pushed up to expose your bare breasts, your sweatpants and underwear long forgotten on the floor.

your loving and doting boyfriend is between your legs, lips moving across your warm skin and teeth nipping at the supple flesh, his eyes pleading at you to give in, not that you wouldn't anyway.

"saw the way you looked at me eating that ice cream earlier, baby," he mumbles before sucking a love bite into your thigh, causing you to hiss at the sharp sensation, your eyes fluttering shut.

you open them as you feel the source of warmth move away, meeting his eyes that crinkle into a smile and it’s then you realize he’s teasing you.

"yeah you should’ve seen the way you were eati-" you’re cut off by the warm sensation of his tongue swiping up your folds, lingering at your clit for an extra beat. “fuck,” you mutter, your eyes closing once more as you savor the feeling.

"you taste better than any dessert," he mumbles into your folds, hurriedly alternating between pushing his tongue between them even further and wrapping his swollen lips around your clit as he drinks you in.

his words send a new wave of heat straight to your core in the form of some arousal leaking, but sion doesn’t let any of it go to waste as he laps it right up.

your hands reach forward to find purchase in his hair, fingers curling around the freshly cut and dyed locks.

"could do this all day, you know," he whispers, pulling back as best he can to admire your fucked out form, a free hand reaching up to play with your tits.

your head is thrown back, hair splayed out against the pillow, sion’s shirt bunched up as his fingers work at your hardened nipples.

the sensation of him pinching at your sensitive nubs sends even more shocks up your spine as you arch into his touch, a smile spreading across his face as he watches you.

"your body responds to me so well," he whispers, placing soft kisses against your folds as he lets you collect yourself briefly. “love seeing how much i affect you.”

not long after he finishes his sugary-sweet confessions, he’s diving right back in like a man starved, lewd slurping sounds laced with your gasps filling the air as sion closes his own eyes, breathing you in as he devours you whole.

"how many you gonna give me, baby?" he asks, barely moving away from your core, which makes it hard to decipher his words in the first place, but you're too occupied with finding your own breath to process for a few moments.

the shock and surprise that fills you as you finally register his question, knowing you’re in for it for the night, prompts your hips to buck up into his mouth even further.

his moans against your cunt send crashing waves to your brain as he brings to your first orgasm of the night.

"gonna eat you out ‘til my teeth hurt from how sweet you are."

a/n: thank u to my baby @hazyhae for beta reading as always mwah ♡

tags: @be-my-sunrise @nebularsung

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

a new beginning. l Joel Miller

Summary: waiting for this day, more and more worries appeared in your head

Warnings: tears, worries and fears about being a parent, Reader is pregnant, Gail shows up, Reader and Joel are worried but try to support each other; someone new shows up at the end

A/N: I guess I was waiting for this chapter. And you?

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

short stories from life. [masterlist]

The next few weeks were really warm and not good for you. There was not much time left until you were due and your body was really giving you a hard time. You felt uncomfortable in your own skin, which was hard to bear and really overwhelmed you. Every stitch felt irritating, you felt swollen and it seemed to you that if Ann looked beautiful, you were rolling like a ball.

No, you didn't tell Joel or anyone else about it because you were already the target of their attention. That also annoyed and tormented you.

And it wasn't until one evening when Joel came home early and Ellie went out with Din and Jesse that everything came to light. For a moment he was scared when he heard your sobs coming from the bedroom, but when he entered he saw you sitting on the bed. Joel's shirt was tight around your belly, you pushed back your damp hair and your eyes were red from tears. However, as soon as you saw Joel in the doorway you quickly wiped your cheeks.

"What happened?" he asked, scared. “Something’s wrong with…”

“No, nothing with the baby.” You answered quickly, and after a moment you added a little too nervously, “And no, I’m not giving birth. Not yet.”

He looked at you tenderly and hesitantly approached the bed. “Will you tell me what’s going on? I can see that something’s worrying you.”

You took a deep breath, your lips shaking from crying. “I just… feel bad. And I feel bad because I feel bad, and I shouldn’t, right?”

Joel sat down on the bed next to you, seeing you nervously twisting your fingers. He gave you time to get out what you needed to say.

“I look like a big ball. I feel like a big ball.”

“Honey,” he sighed. “You’re carrying our baby, it’s normal at this stage.”

“I know!” you groaned, holding back a sob. “But no one told me that before! I barely fit into my clothes, and the last time I dropped a spoon, Ellie had to pick it up because I couldn’t reach it. And I’m so hot! And I’m sleeping worse and worse. I feel like I’m on an emotional rollercoaster and I’m terrified…” you took a deep breath. “I’m scared of giving birth, I’m scared of what’s going to happen after. What if I can’t breastfeed? What if taking care of her is harder than we think? What if I’m not cut out to be a mother?”

Tears ran down your cheeks after the last words, but you didn’t wipe them away. “I’m tired, Joel. I love you, Ellie, and this little girl I’m carrying, but I don’t feel good enough. I’m trying, but… I’m scared I’ll let you all down.”

You had to get everything out because you fell silent, sobbing quietly. Joel felt like his heart would break seeing you like this and barely understanding everything that was going on in your head. He knew perfectly well that you didn't regret this pregnancy, but you were confused and unsure of what was to come.

When he spoke, his voice was quiet and he tried to choose his words very carefully. "When Sarah was born, I was really young. Too young. Things didn't work out with her mom and soon I was left alone with this little girl. It was really hard, even though Tommy helped me, but he was just a kid himself." He sighed. "I want to say that I don't know much about how you feel, honey. I can only guess how scared you are, but I will do everything in my power to make you feel like you have my support. Remember, you are not alone in this. We will find a solution to any problem we come across. I will get up at night, change diapers, bathe her and put her to bed so you can rest." 

“You’re impossible…” you moaned, but the corners of your mouth twitched.

“I am because I love the most beautiful woman in the world, and she is carrying my child.” He reached out and wiped your damp cheeks. “I know you are scared, I feel it too. And we have the right to feel that way. Our lives are going to change.”

You nodded. “Do you think we are ready for this?”

“With you, I am ready for anything.”

Gail walked down the stairs and spotted Joel sitting on the porch. The sunlight danced on the wooden floor as she walked through the living room and soon approached him.

“She fell asleep,” she said, quietly closing the door. She sat down on the chair next to the bench and leaned back, pushing her blonde hair back. “It’s good that you asked me to talk to her. I think I could have helped her.”

Joel nodded. He seemed so vulnerable when it came to the people he was close to.

“Thank you,” he replied, his voice full of emotion. "I didn't know who to ask to talk to her. She has friends, but you're a professional."

"I feel appreciated." Gail smiled. "You have to try to understand her, Joel. She doesn't want to hurt you, she just..."

"She's scared, I know," he finished for her. "I try to calm her down, support her. Sometimes I feel guilty for putting her up to this pregnancy."

The woman frowned. "Please don't say that. She wanted this just as much as you did. But your earlier loss couldn't go unnoticed. She felt guilty about what happened, and now she blames herself for everything that's going on in her head. She loves you. I can see it and hear it in her voice. She loves you, the baby, and Ellie. She's just a little confused. Hormones." she said, as if that summed it all up.

Joel nodded again slightly.

“How long until her due date?” Gail asked.

“Two, maybe three weeks.” Joel replied. “My first daughter was born a little early.”

“I have a feeling this one might be similar.” The woman smiled and, seeing Joel’s look, added, “Just an old woman’s hunch, don’t worry.”

She stood up and reached out to put her hand on his shoulder. “She knows you support her and love her. What lies ahead isn’t easy, but it will be beautiful if you’re in this together. If you or she needs to talk, you know where I live.”

“Thank you.”

Gail smiled and soon walked down the few steps and headed toward the street. Joel watched her for a moment, thinking about her words. He didn’t think he’d ever be a father again. The thought scared him a little, but once you were in that vision, it made everything a little easier. He felt his eyes getting slightly moist, so he got up and went back home.

He found you asleep in bed. Gail had to close the curtains so the sun wouldn't bother you. There was a blanket wrapped between your legs, and from under your slightly raised shirt he could see the curve of your belly. If he had a camera, Joel would have definitely taken a picture of you then, and put it in a frame to remember this moment forever.

"Come to me..." your voice was barely audible. You looked at him sleepily.

So he took off his shoes and laid down next to you, and after a moment your head rested on his chest, your arm tightly wrapped around him.

"I love you so much," you whispered, falling asleep again.

"I know, baby, I know," he replied, kissing the top of your head. "I love you too."

When you first felt something strange, you were with Ann and Elijah, taking fresh bread. You froze with the loaf in your hand. “What happened?” Ann asked, maneuvering to hide the buns while not letting Elijah put the whole bun in his mouth.

“Nothing, I guess.” You answered, touching your stomach. “Nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You nodded. “Joel is at Russo’s, helping them with the oven. Can we go there?”

Ann was surprised, but agreed, because when Elijah heard Joel’s name, he let his mother take him in her arms without a problem. The day was warm, although you could already feel the approaching fall in the air. You had been feeling really good for a few days, the temperature had dropped, and talking to Gail and Joel had also helped you.

Before you even crossed the threshold of Russo’s, the strange feeling came over you again.

“Oh, honey! You look amazing.” Mrs. Russo quickly approached you with a delighted look. “Joel is in the kitchen. Should I call him?”

“If you would be so kind, ma’am.” You replied.

Ann placed Elijah on the floor and he quickly trotted after the older woman. Your friend looked at you suspiciously.

“Are you sure you feel okay?” she asked. “It seems like…”

“I feel okay.” You answered a little too quickly. “I just need to see Joel.”

“Now?”

“Yes!” You grabbed your stomach again and this time it didn’t go unnoticed by Ann.

When Joel came out of the kitchen, Elijah on his arm, all he saw was Ann’s wide eyes. “She probably needs to go to the clinic.” She said. “As soon as possible.”

“What happened?” Joel was a little confused. “Do you think…”

You nodded. “I think so. I’ve been having these weird cramps for a while now and… This has never happened before.”

Ann quickly took her son from Joel’s arms, then moved the bag of bread from your shoulder, telling you she’d take care of everything.

Joel was already there, his arm around you. “If you see Ellie,” he told Ann, “tell her where we are, okay?”

The woman nodded. “Good luck.”

“That’ll come in handy,” Joel mumbled, and you hissed in pain again. “Okay, honey. Time to meet this little one.”

She came into the world just as the room filled with the glow of the setting sun. Joel's ears were filled with a sharp and loud cry that he felt in every cell of his body. He continued to hug you, and you dug your nails into his palms - but that wasn't important. Only that cry.

Your face, a moment ago expressing pain and exhaustion, now lit up. You both looked at the girl, whom Dr. Morris quickly wrapped in a clean towel and placed on your chest.

"Hi, little girl. We've been waiting for you."

Your voice was quiet, but you were sure she recognized you. You looked at Joel - he was looking at both of you as if he couldn't believe what had happened, his eyes glistening with tears. Finally, you saw a shy smile on his lips, and his eyes found yours. He didn't have to say much, you felt the same.

"Jesus, darling. You were so brave." he said, kissing your temple. “You were both so brave. And she is…” 

“Perfect.”

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[missedloveletter]

🖤•WIND BREAKER BOYS•🖤

Summary: how they would confess

Characters: Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, suo hayato

Warnings:

suo hayato<3

He wanted it to be perfect....so he waited.with time he only fell deeper in love and it took him a second to fully embrace these feelings he had for you, but he loved that he loved you.

Seeing you everyday from your convenience store trips to walking you around town.Making sure your safe.Making sure what's his is safe.

I did mention in earlier posts that he would be the most likely to be yandere out of many of the characters and I plan to stay true on that.More like a borderline of just protective and soft yandere....the gray area per Say. And With this he is almost always with you and all the guys know your his...it's just time you know that.

So he would invite you to go to the convenience store to get a late night snack but is going to take you in a little detour.

You were at the convenience store picking out your snacks as Suo just stands nearby just loving watching your inner turmoil on what snack to pick..."Aaaaa I can't pick" Suo smiles"why not get both?" You gasp in offense"No of course not...you never let me pay and I don't want to make you pay more than you need to.... especially when you never get anything and it's always for me....I already feel bad". He chuckles softly.

He checks out and your off going down the street to your house but soon see Suo's not next to you.You turn back and see his soft smile with those reddish eyes mating the sky as it turns into night.

....."what?"

"we're doing a small detour".

All you could do was smile and let him lead the way

You met as a small grass hill not too far from town.The sky was quick to turn night as the stars speckled the sky.

"Wow....this place is beautiful....is this what you wanted to show me?"

"Not exactly"....

You look at him sceptically....he soon take out the second snack you had to sadly part with...."what...you really didn't have-"

"No....I do have to,I want to take care of you.for you to rely on me and know I will be there.You are...my everything.I need you near...I want to be your boyfriend."

You were speechless....the confusion was so straight forward and...raw.The Stars seemed to shine brighter and the grass softer....

He gently grabbed your cheeks and leaned in but stopped just before your lips touched....his grip loss where you could easily slip away...

he looked into your eyes...

Once your shock wear off you spoke,Your words were breathless..."yes"....

He smiles looking at your lips asking silent permission but you beat him to it.

Smashing your lips together in a needy yet soft kiss.you wrap your arms around his neck and he's came around your waist pulling you all the closer.

"I promise I'll take good care of you"

Hajime Umemiya<3

After your day out in the green house Ume promised to take you out you. So here you are at a cute cafe in town.The place was warm and your conversation flowed as it always did.From plants to family....friends...and to you?

How you feel and what you like.... favorite food and things you hate....this almost feels like a first date.The one you take to get to know the person on a romantic level....but this is Ume.....

You have a big crush on him, sure but this can't be a date....can it?he's looking at you so softly and warm....well he always did but it's different this time.Like he had a revelation and this was the first step into following through with it. He takes the orders knowing what you like by now,but know that you think of it....you don't REALLY know Ume.

You mostly talk about plants and things regarding that hobbies...is he putting in effort to get to REALLY know you right now?

Its honestly really sweet.you talked and goofed around but close to the end of your "date" the air because thick and you were confused about the change.

"Ume is everything alright?"

He looked at you with an almost sad smile ...very contrasting to the beaming light radiating off of him minutes before. "Y/n....I know this is sudden...and having lunch with you made me realize how...much brighter life is with you......I want to take our time and really get to know each other but I just want to say...."

"Ume?"

"I love you ...you fall so perfectly into my life......I would be honored if you accept my feelings....and of course we will take things slow"

Well Ume sorry to say but saying I love you right off the bat isn't slow but we'll take it anyway

You of course turned as red as a ripe tomato.Steam coming out the ears and all....."Oh"....

His smile seemed to slightly fall at your response taking it as rejection.Realizing your mistake you gathered yourself "NO No I like you to A LOT I just .....wasn't expecting a confession....I really thought you didn't see me that way."

"What....I think I liked you the whole time I know you....I think I just realized exactly what those feelings are recently....so dose that mean you expect my confession"!? Talk about golden retriever energy.

All you could do was smile and nod , and you where soon swapped up into his arms.

Warm and safe.

Haruka Sakura<3

He knows he liked you....and it kinda scared him because he had these feelings for a while but.... ACTUALLY knowing what this feeling was a lot.

Suo and all the other boys know exactly what was happening and they know he wouldn't do anything about it without a....push...per say.

So they help make you your date for his confession,becouse he really does like you....love you even and just has been so hurt in his life and is dense in love lol.

So the date is at Kotoha's cafe with just you to.... supposedly.the other boys are secretly watching but you guys don't need to know that.

So you and Sakura are sitting in the booth where eating your fried egg.It was warm and comforting and dispute being red as a tomato and overly flustered you guys had genuine good conversation.He was really trying.You laughed at his over extended response from his flusterdness and his offense at your laughter just made you laugh a little harder.

"hahahaha no no I'm sorry this is really nice I promise"

"You stop that!" His blush deepens.

"I'm soooorryyy reallyyy I....I'm really liking this....I'm glad I'm here with you"....

Pop....Sakura.exe has stoped working....like he's just there reder the a tomato and nearly unresponsive at you liking being with him......was crazy to him....you like being with his like he does you.OMG

"Sakura?"

"Are you ok I'm sorry if that to mu-"

"Y/n...I REALLY LIKE YOU"....

That cafe falls into a deeper silence...

"...oh..."

"Oh?...oh....'

"NO...No Sakura I like you....like....Like like you,is this a confession to start dating? Because if so Yes I would love to?"you smile brightly completely happy with the out come big Sakura....he's a mess of emotions with the first thought of rejection then your confession then basically starting a new relationship with him.

As you check in on Sakura and his.... condition of malfunction, the other boys at are secretly watching can only snicker and be proud of their work.

[vineofwar]

Dresses and Other Disguises - paigebueckers x fem!reader

summary: trying on dresses for graduation with your friend, whom you're head over heels in love with, seems like a good idea right? what could go wrong!

warnings: a soft slow-burning spiral of almosts, angst, (not really) emotional manipulation, heartbreak, mutual pining, unrequited love, !barely proofread!

word count: ~1.3k

a/n: deep in my parasocial feelings for miss buckets rn so... ig enjoy!

“I don’t think it looks good on me,” You said aloud, looking in the mirror and turning to the side, running your hands over the sparkling black fabric barely covering your body. “I’m graduating, not joining a night club.”

“You with the jokes- just let me see it, come on.” Paige shouts from just outside your fitting room door.

You sigh, looking in the mirror one last time, checking your reflection, before taking a deep breath and opening the door. She sat there with a strange look of anticipation that made your heart stop when she looked up from her phone, eyes trailing your body from your shoulders down to your legs. Slowly. Your breath hitched as your chest tightened with something sharp and unwelcome.

She didn’t say anything. And the silence brewed something far worse than words ever could. Hope.

You let the feeling linger longer than it should have. Long enough to imagine that the look in her eyes was love, burning, and longing, not a friend's admiration or distant kindness. That she picked this dress out not to help a friend, but for you- her girlfriend, to look beautiful- for her.

Long enough to imagine her standing up, coming closer, pulling you in, brushing her fingertips over the thin fabric covering your waist. That soft, quiet smile spreading on her face like it did sometimes when she was so full of feeling to speak.

Long enough to imagine her leaning in, forehead resting on yours, and whispering something stupid and adorable like “I’m going to have to fight off half of the people at the ceremony if you go looking like this.” Shaking her head, flustered by her girlfriend's beauty and how lucky she was to have you. Wrapping her arms around you and pulling you into a soft, smiley kiss. 

The burning you feel every day would be a soft, warm glow. Everything would be how it should. Rather, how you wanted it to be.

But right now, the burning was making you nauseous. As you snapped back into reality, you felt wildly more uncomfortable and embarrassed by the second, standing in front of her in the ridiculous dress.

“Y/n- hello? What do you mean? You look killer.” Her voice cuts in low but sincere. Friendly.

You couldn’t form a single word, your mind still reeling. She stood up and walked towards you. “Yo,” She slightly waved her hand in front of your face with a curious smile, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” The word came out faster than it should have- too casual, rehearsed, a flimsy shield thrown up before she could even finish. An even more unconvincing short laugh followed it, so strained, so forced, and completely void of any sort of humor. “Just thinking.” You added, softer now. 

You backed up into the dressing room, like you were retreating from a failed mission, scared and ashamed. You swallowed hard, fiddling with the zipper, then the straps, desperately distracting yourself with anything else, refraining from looking up at her because you knew your eyes would give you away. 

As if she couldn’t already tell. As if she doesn’t already know. She has known.

“About?” Paige chuckles, leaning her arms on either side of the door frame and leans in. You took a deep breath in and didn’t dare turn to face her, taking shallow breaths in failed attempts to regulate yourself. 

“The dress. You know, I-” You turn towards her with a practiced shrug, trying for levity. But then your eyes caught hers, those beautiful baby blues that made your heart melt. 

You froze and abandoned the sentence halfway, lips apart but no sound coming out. It hung in the tense air between you. Page's face falters from curiosity to concern. The smile dropped from your lips.

“I wish…” You said, hesitating, as your hand lifted– maybe a reflex, an instinct–  and gestured to her and the small space between you. You felt your fingertips burn as they hovered near her body. A stupid moment of raw honesty. “... it felt different.” 

Paige blinked, expressionless.

She didn’t seem surprised, but it looked like the wind was knocked out of her. She shifted as her arms dropped from the doorframe, and her calm and confident posture faded. She stood over you, her eyes flickering to your hand that still hung motionless between you. She didn’t reach for it, not even for comfort. She looked back up at you with an entirely different feeling than you had in your eyes.

And there it was. Her face said it all. 

Regret. 

She was riddled with the type of regret you get only from the desire of someone who wanted to be pined after. Who likes to be loved.

Of course, she was loved. She’s a star. But there was something about your love that was different. She liked the quiet attention you gave her. The way you searched for her in crowded rooms. The way you cheered for her at games. How touchy you were. The way you would play with her hair when you braid it. The way you hugged her. The way your eyes lingered on her arms, her neck, her lips. The way you said her name, so saturated with need.

It was intoxicating. 

She never outright asked for your attention, but she never told you to stop. She recognized how easily you came undone for her and was addicted to the power. She kept you close enough to keep longing without ever reconciling the fact that you would need more. That she would need more.

Because somewhere in it all, Paige started to crave it. Not just the attention. You. And she hated that, the wanting, probably even more than you did. She’s built this measured, calm, and confident exterior, desired but never desperate. 

Then there you are, completely unraveled in front of her. She was desperate.

“Y/n,”

It comes out soft and more like a plea and she didn’t know what she was begging for. Your forgiveness? Understanding maybe? A kiss?

She knows she should say more, but the words get lodged in her throat. She can feel the moment– her moment, speeding past her as you shake your head. Trying to put back up your defences as fast as you can. “The dress, I mean. The seams are itchy.”

Even you don’t believe yourself, but you let the words hang there as a scapegoat. You pause again, looking one last time into her eyes and letting the burning in your throat grow till your eyes watered.

“I wish it felt different.” You repeated. 

Beat.

It felt like a stab to the chest. “I wish it did too.”

Her words made you flinch. 

You let out a laugh, but it's hollow and more bitter than you expected. “No, don’t say that.” You sniffled. Feeling the pity laced in her tone. “There’s plenty of other… dresses, I can wear instead.” You joke half-hazardously, desperately, trying to fill the tension. You shake your head and push your hair back from the heat radiating off your cheeks and neck.

She fakes a laugh. “Hopefully not too many other… dresses.” She tries to tease back. You both can't joke with each other, not now. They fall flat between you. Not funny enough to break the tension or light enough to hide the ache underneath.

Another moment of silence passes. Paige opens her mouth to say something– anything– until she realizes that no version of this ends cleanly. So she did what she does best. She retreats.

So you turn, slowly– like a part of you is still foolishly waiting for her to change her mind and fall into your arms, and walk backwards into the dressing room. 

The door clicks shut behind you with a softness that felt far too final.

a/n: AHHH let me know if you enjoyed, i feel embarrassed

also- part 2?!?!?!?!?! (with a happier ending even!!?!?!?)

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Can't stop thinking about fertility goddess fat reader having a whole cult for herself, all the guys adore her, they all want a kiss, a look, anything, please!!! They love her! They adore her!!! Just a kiss!!

A fat fertility goddess... it's so obvious...

Wide hips, bountiful breasts, a round belly with thick thighs and soft arms. You're truly a sight to behold. You do your duty, blessing those who pray for a child, cursing those who speak ill of you, though those are few are far between. You are beautiful and wise and above all kind. You truly are a goddess.

When you first came to be, you had a small following, mostly women who struggled with fertility and couples who had been trying for a child for years. You were worshipped by few, small shrines set up in houses that often went away after a child was born. You were fine with it, your love for your followers never faltered, you didn't expect much.

And then a group emerged that you did not expect.

A group of men has emerged that has built a temple for you in their village, adorning it with fruits and flowers, sweet oils for your skin and hair, lovely clothes to make into fine robes. You've never received such gifts before, so you are beyond grateful, but you are confused. You assume the men worship you to bless their wives with children, but none of them are married or seem interested in any of the women that live in their town. You wonder what their intentions could be, so late one night, you present yourself to a burly man praying at your temple.

"What do you want of me, good sir?" you ask, leaning down to his kneeling form. "Do you wish for more crops? Or perhaps wealth? If I cannot give you something, I may direct you to another god who may help you."

"My lady," he presses his head to the stone below, "I only ask for your love, if you are willing to give it."

You blink.

"You... oh, wait, you wish for me to find love for you, yes? There are many a pretty young women in your village, it is true. I may appear to them in a dream and tempt them to—"

"No, my lady, you misunderstand." He looks up at you, eyes sparkling. "I wish for your love."

"... What?"

"If not your love, may I simply have a kiss from you?"

"I... I do not understand."

"You are a vision, my goddess," he breathes, hesitantly touching your calf. "You are much lovelier than the legends say. You are the moon and the stars, so beautiful. You must taste so sweet. I wish to experience it, even just once. Please, my goddess, I will give you more gifts if you wish. I will prove myself to be worthy of you, I swear on my life."

You blink several times, clearing your throat and standing up straight.

"Your worship is suffice. I shall grant you a kiss on the cheek for all of your gifts."

He stands quickly, very excited, and you are shocked to see that at full height he towers over you. He leans down, presenting his cheek to you. You hesitate, but then lean forward, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. He sighs longingly when you pull away, putting his hand to his cheek.

"Your lips are so soft, my lady." He looks to you. "May I give you a kiss as well?"

You think for a moment before you nod, turning to show him your cheek. He leans close, pressing a kiss to your cheek, lingering there for a moment or two before pulling away. He bows low.

"Thank you, my lady. I shall bring some fresh fruit tomorrow."

The next day, you see him enter your temple with several men, all of them carrying fresh fruit for you. As they delicately lay them down at your altar, you hear them speaking.

"Did the goddess truly kiss you?"

"Yes, she did."

"And you were able to kiss her in return?"

"I did."

"You are quite lucky, sir, to even see her in the flesh. I would do anything for a glimpse of her."

"She is much more beautiful than the legends. Silky hair, smooth skin, plump and full. I wish I could have felt her skin against mine."

"I wonder how soft she is, so sweet and smooth. Do you think she would lay with us if we asked?"

"She is far too regal for such a thing... but perhaps if we give more of our crop, she would bless us with more kisses."

Your skin is burning. You don't know if you've ever felt such a way before.

[di-42]

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The Trouble With HELL, by @beerok23. Rated E, chapters 13/19.

I might have developed a little obsession with this rivals to friends to lovers fic! I keep thinking of this human version of our Ineffables and the ways in which their brilliantly built romantic and sexual tension might be resolved. The characterisation, the banter and the humour in this story are absolutely off the charts, the plot and the mystery are compelling, and the slow burn is delicious and agonising! Everything comes together splendidly in this (so far) angst free fantastic human AU. I can’t recommend it enough. If you don’t read WIPs consider subscribing to read it later, but the story is complete and the writer has decided to have mercy on us all and posts twice a week!

Accidentally In Love, by SpyGlassez. Rated T, chapters 13/49.

Lovely and tender human AU. Ace Aziraphale is suffering from long COVID and is living a fairly solitary life, thinking he’s not worthy of other people’s genuine friendship. When he follows the advice of his only online friend and puts an ad in a magazine to meet new people his life might change for the better. One third in, I’m loving this story about friendship, love, courage, honesty and healing.

Group Chat: Flat 3B, by whatkeepsusalive. Rated T, chapters 5/15.

I dare you to find a sweeter, fluffier story than this amazing, joyful, friends to lovers human AU. Crowley and Aziraphale are flatmates and clearly in love with each other. But I’ve never read any fiction where the take on their mutual pining is light and happy and open. The gentle banter, the enamoured flirting, the disarming honesty this version of our Ineffable show is new and I want to see more of it. All completed by a good amount of humour. Highly recommended.

Mornings After Nights Before, by Majnoona @majnoonathelibrarian. Rated M, chapters 1/3. 

I love the gentle and delicate tone of this human AU. Aziraphale wakes up in a stranger’s bed. This has happened before. What has not happened before is that he doesn’t want to leave. Great characterisation and just lovely, warm vibes. I can’t wait to see what happens next!

Scorn And The Saint-Maker, by beardo @e-rated-beardo. Rated E, chapters 42/?

Anthony and Angel’s saga continues in this not-quite human AU. The plot thickens and other things harden. I’ve said it before and I’ll never tire of repeating it: the prose in this fic is just beautiful and touching, the characterization and the humour are great and it has some of the best smut scenes you will ever read. I love all these things, but what keeps me hooked on this story is that I want to know what happened, how it happened, when it happened/happens/will happen and how they are going to fix it. And if the journey it takes to discover that is wonderful, all the better.

Complete Stories: 

Ear Plugs And Ever After, by Siobhans_world. Rated E,13k. P. Jun 25.

Human AU where Crowley, recently divorced, and Aziraphale meet at a metal concert. Crowley taking his vulnerability seriously is very cute and Aziraphale being self confident and caring is, as always, lovely.

Showstopper, by espresso_six_shots. Rated E, 40k. P. May 25.

Sweet and zero angst human AU, where Crowley is an actor who decides to take part in a TV baking show (I think based on The Great British Bake Off) because he has a crush on the judge, Aziraphale. As the story progresses, more of their backstory is revealed. As a big fan of side characters I loved everyone who made an appearance in this fic, with Tracy sometimes stealing the scene. Lovely.

90 Days To Change Your Life (A Wanting You Companion Fic) by @spectrallydistracted. Rated M, 20k. P. Mar 25.

Oh, I loved this story so much! Human AU that starts with a fantastically self confident ace, cage dancer Aziraphale and a fairly cynical Crowley who goes home with a different woman every week. This is the story of Crowley's journey and is told in his POV; its companion, Wanting You… Is New (which I haven't read yet, but will soon) will tell you Aziraphale's POV. I loved every minute and every aspect of this story: Aziraphale's joy, Crowley’s self discovery, a touch of angst, and the two of them working hard on themselves because being with the other is what matters most. A special mention goes to Bea, whom I thoroughly adored!

One-shots:

Conveniently Inconvenienced, by LCwrites. Rated E, 5k. P. Sep 24.

Funny, light-hearted and very hot human AU featuring a very self confident Aziraphale. It's a treat.

Two To Tango, by Anonymous. Rated E, 2k. P. Apr 19.

Book Omens PWP with two Crowleys and a very, very happy Aziraphale. Read the tags and enjoy!

In The (Second) Beginning, by cherryfeather. Rated M, 2k. P. Jun 19.

Delicate and tender post season 1 fic where our Ineffables open up to each other and Talk Feelings. It's what we all need.

Thoughts From The Other Head, by Aerenii. Rated E, 913 words. P. Jun 25.

Prepare to guffaw with this seriously hilarious fic! Every line will make you laugh harder than the other! In-universe crack fic where Crowley's cock can't take it anymore and has a heart to heart (well, I say heart…) conversation with Crowley. They need to tell the angel how they feel! A gem!

Fruits of Labor, by cyianodiy. Rated E, 674 words. P. May 25.

Very sensual ficlet set in the bookshop. Food is involved.

The Bookmark And The Beach Cafe, by in_a_pickle. Rated T, 4k. Jan 24.

Absolutely lovely and delicate in-universe fiction where Aziraphale gets chatting with a waitress while he's away from London on an assignment.

I had a lump in my throat the whole time while reading this, but it's so beautiful. The ending is open and bittersweet in the sense that the story is set at some point before the events of season 2, maybe even before the events of season 1, therefore the ending will be whatever the ending of Good Omens is.

If You Could Just Stay A Little Longer, by @crowleysgirl56. Rated T, 4k. P. Jun 25.

An interesting take on what went on between our Ineffables in 1941, and why they didn't talk again until 1967.

Not A Thirst Trap But An Oasis, by LexArturo, scullyphile @brenna Rated M, 4k. P. Jul 24.

Lovely story where Aziraphale and Crowley were school friends who went separate ways and find each other again via Instagram. Featuring trans Aziraphale, genderfluid Crowley, beautiful art, and sweetness.

Free Wheelin, by @theravenmuse. Rated T, 783 words. P. Jun 25.

Hilarious crack fiction where Crowley takes part in the Cooper’s Hill Cheese-Rolling and Wake and Aziraphale is a paramedic. They are adorable.

Read Between The Lines, by @missunderstoodlyrics. Rated E, 5k. P. Feb 24.

I loved, loved, loved this friends to lovers human AU! Crowley and Aziraphale work at the same webzine, are friends and are secretly pining for each other. Just the right amount of miscommunication and very low angst, this story is so sweet and heartwarming!

Let Me Be Empty: A Prologue, by @koala2alll. Rated E, 4k. P. May 25.

High angst fiction but with elements of tenderness that pop up unexpectedly. Crowley is missing Aziraphale and decides to turn to Lucifer for comfort. The fic is narrated in Lucifer’s POV and does not have a Crowley and Aziraphale happy ending. It's beautiful, but please read the tags.

Taking Some Pictures Or Something, by his_infinitevariety. Rated G, 2k. P. Nov 20.

Oh, the sweetness of this fiction! Post canon (written after season 1, but might very well be set after whatever will happen in season 3), Crowley gives Aziraphale his phone to take pictures while on a day out in the South Downs. Aziraphale discovers Instagram. They are so adorable and in love, and will make you smile so much!

My own A Little Lighter, After All, rated T, 3k. P. Jun 25.

Little human AU where Crowley and 5 year old Warlock move to Tadfield. As a new single parent figure, Crowley is resigned to the idea that there isn’t any space for romantic love in his life. Enter the local bookseller.