#Why do I always come up with these ideas in the middle of the night
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
The Wobbly Third Wheel
Summary: You and Steven have been going strong for a couple of months now. The only bump in the road is Marc, who for some reason, can't even seem to be cordial with you...
Marc Spector x Reader-centric, fluff and a lot of angst, mostly just a look at Marc's character
Note: I'm finally branching out past Twilight someone take a picture omg. But this is my first try writing for something different, so hopefully it goes well. I saw a Moon Knight edit on TikTok and now I'm back in my MK phase so... Anyways Enjoy!
In the beginning, you told yourself it was just him getting used to you.
Steven already told you all about Marc's past. His history with his mom which led to Steven's creation, the whole situation with Layla, Khonshu, being Moon Knight, basically everything.
So you weren't all that surprised when the grumpy American didn't exactly want to be your best friend. That's fair after all. You never asked to be best friends.
What you did ask, though, was for something like a mutual respect. A peaceful coexistence where you could both exist in your own spaces and interact in a kind way if you needed to.
Only, Marc seemed hellbent on, well, giving you hell.
He would go out of his way to order food for himself and not you, even if you were sitting on the couch right across from him. There have been a couple of times where you and Steven were out on a date, and Marc suddenly fronted. He would walk off, leaving you stranded and frantically searching for your boyfriend without any explanation or apology later on.
But the worst were the nights.
You had spent the night at Steven's place again, and it was currently the middle of the night. The moon was high in the sky, and London was quiet. You two were intertwined like vines, one of your legs between Steven's, his arms wrapped around your body in turn. It was hard to distinguish where you ended and he began.
It was nice, everything was peaceful.
Until Marc woke up.
He slowly blinked his eyes open, scanning their bedroom for anything that might have caused him to wake up. Finding none, he looked down at you.
And promptly got up.
That was always one of the worst things he did. Whenever you and Steven would be cuddling, or hanging out, or even just talking, if Marc fronted, he would always leave like there was a fire. Never an explanation, never a warning, just a complete tonal shift.
You know the boys can't necessarily control who comes forward, when they do, or how long they stay out. You know they have some level of control over it, but not a whole lot. And the way Marc looks at you when he suddenly fronts definitely leads you to believe that he's not the one behind the switch.
The surprise, followed by annoyance and slight disgust. His signature look whenever he saw you.
Marc roughly twisted out of your hold, not really paying any mind to if it woke you up or not. He sat up on the edge of the bed, running his fingers through his hair and sighing as if he just got off a long shift.
Truth be told, he doesn't really know why he pushes you away like he does. He thinks you're nice enough. And clearly you love Steven. But there's just something about it, about even entertaining the idea of holding someone else close just like how he used to hold Layla.
Steven sometimes catches him fidgeting with his bare ring finger, running his fingertips over the indent left by his wedding band from all those years ago.
Layla moved on a long time ago, so why can't he? He doesn't know, and he doesn't really want to look too far deep into himself to figure it out.
You moved on the bed, groaning softly as you reached out for him. No, not him- Steven. You were reaching out for Steven. And he doesn't really want to think about the way his heart clenched when he thought of that.
"Steven," you groaned, your eyes blinking open sleepily as you turned to face him on the bed. His back was to you, but you recognized the tense line of his shoulders. The way his head was perpetually hung low like he was always guilty. Always a poor puppy waiting for another kick to land.
"Not Steven," he responded, his voice low and quiet. He wanted to be gruffer, to make himself sound tougher than he really did in that moment. But his body betrayed him, something it's been doing for years now.
"Marc," you whispered. He could hear you shuffling around on the bed, and when he glanced over his shoulder, he saw that you were now sitting up. No closer to him than before, still giving him the space he needed. He appreciated that.
"Just... just go back to bed," he sighed, running his hand over his face tirelessly. It was too late for this bullshit. Too late to be having a late night conversation with his alternate personality's partner who he's slowly starting to develop feelings for too.
"Are you alright?" you asked, your voice infinitely caring. So caring and kind and understanding that it grated on him.
"I'm fine. Go back to bed," he grumbled, moving to stand up.
"Wait," you called, grabbing his arm before he could go too far. "Please, can we just talk?"
"We have nothing to talk about. I'm not your boyfriend," he gritted, his voice tight.
He could hear your tired sigh, and he felt his heart clench at being the source of your sadness.
"I know you're not, but you're a part of him. A big part of him. Please, can't we just talk for a little bit? I'm tired of this passive-aggressive act you've had going on for weeks now," you pleaded. When he turned back to look at you, he was met with those sincere, loving eyes. The same ones he's seen through Steven's. A patient, caring gaze that you save only for those you love most. And he's part of that.
He huffs, trying his best to play the part of the annoyed, grumpy man he's always portrayed himself to be. "Fine. Talk," he grits, sitting back down on the bed and facing you.
You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts. You realized this might be the only chance you have to change things, to at least convince Marc to be civil.
"Okay. Look, Marc, I'm not asking you to cuddle with me, or to kiss me or dote on me like Steven does. You're not him, we're not dating, I know that," you started, looking deep into his eyes. Marc hates to admit how his chest tightened at that, how he had to fight back the urge to do exactly that.
"All I'm asking is that we can coexist. I love Steven, and I want to be able to spend time with him without feeling like I'm intruding on your space," you continued.
"You are intruding on my space. This is my apartment, this is my bed, you're wearing my clothes," Marc grits before he can stop himself. The way you sigh and bow your head afterward makes him want to hurt someone. Mostly himself.
"I know... I'm... I'm sorry. I promise, I don't want to make you uncomfortable. That's what I'm trying to get at. But I can't work with you if you don't work with me," you pleaded.
He wants to scream. He wants to tell you that you're always welcome, that you don't need to work around him. But he can't. His pride is too fragile, his ego too small. To turn around now would be to wound himself.
"Well I don't know what you want me to do," he settled on instead. A non-answer he always gave Layla when they argued. It had the same effectiveness now as it did back then, which is not much.
"All I want is some communication. I'm not very good at picking up the differences between you two yet. And sometimes it happens so quickly I can't catch it. It's jarring, you know? To be cuddling your boyfriend one minute and then the next minute he just gets up and leaves with no explanation," you said, your voice dripping with worry and sorrow.
"So what do you want me to say?" he gritted. He needs to backpedal, he needs to go back, but he can't stop himself. "'Hey, it's not Steven anymore, so fuck off,'? Is that what you want me to say? 'Hey, it's Marc, get out of my goddamn apartment, I don't want you here and have never wanted you here'? Do you want me to tell you that you're a nuisance? That you take away from my limited alone time because you're always fucking here? That I can't get a moment's peace?"
The look on your face told him everything he needed to know. The lines between your brows, the slight purse of your lips, the wobble of your chin.
"If... if that's what you want to say, then go for it," you whispered, barely hiding the hurt in your voice. No, no, no. He doesn't want you to cry, he's never wanted you to cry.
But this is just who he is.
He's Marc Spector. Moon Knight. The guy who always manages to fuck up everything good that comes his way. The guy who ruined not only his life, but has managed to fuck up Steven's too. The one his broken brain made to be the good one, the one who was supposed to be happy and live a good life away from all of their trauma, he pulled him into it too. And now they're both broken. Everything he touches breaks, and clearly, you're no exception.
Your hand on his shoulder that pulled him back down into the bed, the one that urged him to keep talking, that was when fate was set. And the proof is right in front of him.
The love of his life, his second chance at happiness, crumbling to pieces in front of his eyes.
And yet all he could do was watch.
A tear slipped down your cheek, falling from those eyes that hold so much love, so much patience. He knows if he watched long enough, all the love that you held in there for him would disappear too, so he looked away.
He didn't say anything after that, he just got back up off the bed and stalked out to the kitchen. You were left to tremble silently, to reel and mull over what he just said.
The next day, Steven told you that he didn't mean it. He reassured you that Marc doesn't hate you, but you don't believe it. From your eyes, Marc has only ever pushed you away.
This is what always happens. Marc breaks your heart over and over again, constantly proving that he doesn't love you.
But when it's the dead of night, you don't notice your boyfriend's arms tightening around you. You don't hear the whispered confessions of love that slip from his mouth, missing that signature British accent. You don't feel the hesitant kisses he places on your cheeks and forehead, ghosts of affection that he believes aren't supposed to be there.
Marc thrives here, in the shroud of darkness where no one, not even Khonshu, can see the love in his eyes. No one can hear the vulnerability in his voice. No one sees the tremble of his hands or the reverence they hold. And no one, not even Steven, can feel the longing for love inside of him.
#fluff#angst#marc spector#moon knight#steven grant#marc spector x reader#steven grant x reader#moon knight system
76 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Heart Speaks
Summary: He isnât one to talk about his feelings. But as the day of your eventual departure back to your world comes, Ace decides to come clean in a way he knows youâd understand. Title based off the song of the same name.
If you were to tell Ace Trappola, resident troublemaker and school renowned prankster, heâd fall in love with the âMagiclessâ prefect of Ramshackle Dorm, heâd clock you for even mentioning that. Him, in love, after his last failed attempt at romance in middle school? As if!
So why did the idea of you going back home make his heart do somersaults and hands get clammy? Why does he always dream about you having the chance to go home, but also visit Twisted Wonderland whenever you want? Why did the idea of losing youâŠcause a huge hole in his heart to form?
As the days marched on, and every Overblot defeated, the questions kept looming over his head. He tried to ignore them, and play them off, but he was forever stuck in this loop for days on end. It wasnât until STYXâs siege on Night Raven and you running away to save Grim and the others that the realization hit Ace on the head.
He really was in love with you.
The day was here, and he loathed it. You were so happy to finally go back home, it made Ace want to vomit. Crowley mentioned you would be leaving tomorrow morning. Too soon, the Ace of Hearts thought to himself while lying in his bed. He tossed aside his blankets and slowly snooped out of Heartslabyul. Riddle collaring him again be damned; he needed to see you!
He knocked on your door like a madman, hoping you were up. He waited a few minutes before doing it again. Once he heard the sounds of locks coming undone, he stopped; his gaze fixed onto yours the moment the door opened.
âAce? What are you doing here?! Itâs 3 in the morning!!â You whispered as you let him inside, both confused and angry at him. Confused by why heâs up so late, and angry at him for banging on your door like a madman. He didnât say anything, his mind trying to find the words to say. You walked over to him, brows furrowed in concern. âAce? You ok-â
You were stopped by a sudden pair of lips on yours, and being held tightly in an embrace. Your eyes were wide in shock by the suddenness of it all, you gently placed your hands on Aceâs shoulders to keep yourself steady. Was this a dream? Was any of this real? After what felt like eternity, he finally pulled away, the both of you breathing heavily in the sleeping dorm. Gazing into his eyes, you could see the endless rush of pent up feelings and fear within Ace. Even under your palm, his heartbeat was erratic.
â...â
â...â
There was a moment of silence between you two, until Ace spoke his true feelings to you. âA glass of wine, I want to share with you. A single heartbeat, I want to share with you.â
You brought a hand to your mouth, shocked to hear what heâs saying! Your other hand clenched in a fist; your mind flooding with mixed feelings.
Bowing your head into his chest, you said: âYouâŠare such a jerk! Youâre telling me this now?! Even though IâŠeven though IâŠâ Tears weld in your eyes. âWhy didnât you tell me sooner?â
âWhat?â
âEven though thereâs a slim chance I can come back here, why didnât you tell me how you felt?!â
âYou do know who youâre talking to, right?â You stare at him with a pout. âUgh, fine. I didnât say anything cause what would be the point? I wanted you to be happy since I know you missed your family and home. How could I get in the way of that?â
â...â
âI want you to be happy, even if I canât bring that happinessâŠâ Ace looked away with a blush. âI get that you wanna go home, but I couldnât bear not telling you and regret it after the fact, right?â
âWhat you said just now, that was from my home. I didnât think youâd try and learn that.â
âCourse I did. And,uh, would it be weird to say I learnt it during the VDC.â
You hoped your ears were working right now when he said that. âSince then?!â You asked.
â...Yes.â He heard you laughing. âWhatâs so funny?â
âSorry, sorry. Itâs just,â You moved your arms so you could pull him in a hug. âItâs really sweet you did that just for me.â
âYeah, thatâs right!â He wrapped his arms around you, too. âYou better appreciate it!â He said with his signature grin before his voice became somber. âDespite you leaving tomorrow, I really like you.â
âMe too. I like you, too, Ace.â
You both took to the sofa in the lounge, holding each other in the tight space, cherishing each other til your time together came to an end.
#not me closing out Valentines Day with fluffy angst#i swear i hate angst#*nervous laughter*#ace x reader#twisted wonderland#twst#ace trappola#ace trapolla x reader
58 notes
·
View notes
Note
voted for them again!
prompt this time is: cozy!
something simple, thanks!
I do believe the people have spoken, but on the off chance that you follow my blog and haven't voted for Mumpearl in the the Mumbo Jumbo ship bracket, you still can! We can show our presence as a small but mighty rarepair and go down with the ship as we sink beneath the waves lapping at Boatem's shores.
I will still take prompts until voting closes so if you wanted to submit, this might be your last chance đ
But time for prompts!! Cozy prompts!!
So this could be read as a stand-alone season 10 established relationship tidbit, OR as the season 10 epilogue to House of String that I'm never going to write because I literally already have 21 chapters of content and that's just through season 9. If you've been suffering from all the pining in the recent updates, this is a bit of an antidote to that :)
But either way, the interior of Pearl's base, and in particular her double bed next to a wall of trap doors has HAUNTED me (/pos) since she ran around her base in hide and seek with Gem. Something about the vibe just gave me "sunlight streaming through shutters at sunrise" and now you gave me an excuse to write that!!!
Plus Pearl clearly designed a bedroom and actual living space in her base, while Mumbo just makes a giant storage system as a base and sometimes puts a bed places. So the idea that he still is making his base, but actually sleeps and lives at Pearl's is the premise for this setup.
đ đ đ
The sound of the last shulker whirling shut echoes through Pearl's storage room.
There is truly nothing as satisfying as a neatly organized storage room with a set of perfectly prepared shulkers right in the middle, ready to be picked up on the way to a brand new build the next morning. Sure, Pearl likes the update this season where they can add text and images to the boxes. It's helpful and does make it easier to know at a glance what is in each box, but there is something so familiar and soothing about a classic, color-coded row of shulkers prepped for an exciting new build.
Now that she's stopped banging around her storage room opening and closing chests, there's a silence that settles over the space. It's a rare sound on Hermitcraft which is why she loves the peace and quiet that only comes in the dead of night.
She loves the chaos and mischief and joy that the other hermits bring to her life. She does. She loves them all more than she could ever describe. But she also has big plans for her builds each season that require lots of time and effort to not only design, but to construct and refine until they are exactly as perfect as she knows they can be. And it's hard to be productive when her communicator is constantly blowing up with Scar's death messages. Or when a wild Gem can appear out of the sky at any moment. Or when Keralis has some new ideas for the flower and dyes shop or when Ren is looking for an extra person to play Hungry Hermits with or when Grian breaks the mail system again or or or or or.
There is always a distraction looking for her during the daylight hours. It's so easy to have a full, busy, wonderful day where she makes zero progress on any of her projects. Which is why she keeps staying up so late season after season.
Sure she could try to fix her sleep schedule this year now that Mumbo is staying with her full time. He's always yawning by 9:30 and crawling into bed by 10. But she likes being able to get some focus time in when the rest of the hermits are fast asleep. Or at the very least deterred from dropping in unannounced by the ever present threat of mobs lurking in every shadow.
And Mumbo doesn't seem to mind that she drifts down to her study as he drifts up to bed.
Pearl does mind though that her dogs seem to have universally decided that sleeping in a comfy, warm bed is better than keeping her company late into the night. Sure the cats are still awake with her, watching her with their reflective eyes as Pearl makes her way up from the storage room to her and Mumbo's bedroom. But it's not quite the same as previous seasons when she'd regularly been making design updates late at night with a dog curled up at her feet.
But when she open the door to their bedroom, she does get numerous sets of dark eyes turning to look up at her illuminated in the dull glow streaming in through the crack in the door. Mumbo, as always, is completely passed out, rolled on his side and sleeping right through the sound of her quietly slipping into their bedroom. Her valiant guard dogs, however, silently watch Pearl's nightly routine of she softly padding over to the closet to get changed and ready for bed. And, just like every night, once she is finally ready to climb into bed there is a series of soft thump as her babies jump down to clear her side of the bed and give her room to crawl under the covers.
There's one final round of shuffling and adjusting before the whole Pearl/Mumbo compound is settled for the night. There's the soft click of dog paws against the floor as her puppos find their places curled in corners and at the foot of the bed, the rustle of bedsheets as Pearl tucks herself in behind Mumbo, and finally the quite breath Mumbo lets out each night as Pearl curls around him.
When Pearl mentioned this little routine to him, Mumbo swore up and down that he slept right through her shuffling around and he had no idea when she finally ended up coming to bed each night.
While she initially assumed he was just being cute and polite for her sake, the longer they lived together, the more Pearl was inclined to believe him. He really didn't give any indication of being awake each night as she has moved around their bedroom opening drawers and shutting doors as she got ready for bed. But there is a soft noise that he make every night without fail as Pearl curls up again his back, tucking her face between his shoulder blades and into the soft fabric of his well-worn sleep shirt. Pearl almost likes the idea that he isnât awake and aware that this happens better. It means that even asleep, there is some part of him that's waiting for her to come into bed. A part that doesnât fully relax until he feels her warmth beside him. And once she's there, he can finally relax, letting out a soft sigh, barely audible over the rustle of leaves outside. She even thinks sometimes that she can feel the last bit of nervous tension easing out of his shoulders as she nuzzles into him, inhaling the smell of soap and fresh cotton.
It's become a familiar enough scent that even after to most chaotic days it helps calm Pearl's thoughts, helping her drift off to sleep under the warm covers to the sounds of Mumbo's even breathing beside her.
đ đ đ
Now that Mumbo has had the pleasure of waking up with the sunrise, he's not sure he could ever go back.
There is no jarring alarm or unexpected buzzing from a communicator to jolt him awake. No sharp, sudden distinction between peaceful sleep and full consciousness. Instead, the sunlight filters through the copper trap doors that make up the walls of his and Pearl's bedroom each morning, slowly bringing him to awareness as the day begins.
The soft sound of the birds outside and the warm light against his eyelids is the first thing he's aware of most mornings now. Which wakes him up just enough so he can shifts around and reach out for the warm body even his subconscious knows is sleeping beside him. But the first tendrils of consciousness aren't satisfied with just knowing Pearl is there in the bed next to him, they want her closer and go seeking her out, gathering her sluggishly into his arms and pulling her into him.
That's one of the few things that can still jolt Mumbo awake now; reaching out and his hazy, half asleep brain not finding Pearl within reach. The first time he reached out to find nothing but a cold pillow and the furry back of an equally confused dog blinking back at him, he had startled awake, fumbling for his communicator with the terrible feeling that something bad had to have happened. If Pearl wasn't in bed, Pearl must be missing and in danger, his barely awake brain had concluded. His worried messages, which his brain had not been conscious enough to remember to whisper rather than put in the general Hermitcraft chat, had been greeted by a sheepish Pearl admitting she may have been so focused on her project that she hadn't notice the birds had started singing to tell her she had worked all the way through to sunrise. The messages had also been fantastic fodder for all of his friends to tease him for the rest of the week, even if most of it was good natured teasing about how cute him and Pearl were together.
But this morning isn't one of those unfortunate rare days he wakes up alone, so when Mumbo rolls over his arm curls around Pearl to pull her into his chest. Sometimes he catches a half mumbled 'good morning' or even a sleepy kiss if she rolls into his chest, but this morning she just wraps her arms around his and snuggles back against him with just the barest bit of fleeting consciousness that he knows will be gone again by the time he's fully awake.
But he's in no rush. These warm, cozy moments curled up together each morning are some of his favorite each day and he's not eager to end them too soon. So he spends a few more minutes letting his consciousness slowly come on line, becoming more aware of the world around him as his brain cells wake up one by one.
First, he starts to hear the leaves rustling outside and can feel their movement shift the pattern of sunlight against his eyes lids. He starts to notice the smell Pearl's shampoo and can feel her leg brush against his as she shifts again in his arms. And finally, he hears the click of nails on the floor as their dogs start to grow impatient in their wait for breakfast.
Which is his cue that his precious morning moments are drawing to a close and it's almost time to get up for the day.
By the time he finally opens his eyes, there is already 3 pairs of black dog eyes staring at him over the edge of the bed. The dogs are smart enough to know that Mumbo looking at them means breakfast is soon, and they can stop giving him pleading looks in bed and can go sit quietly by the bedroom door. But they are also smart enough to know that it will be another few minutes before he gets up, taking a few more moments to appreciate the warm, quite mornings now that he's actually awake enough to take everything in.
But Mumbo knows the dogs wonât wait forever, and there's a long list of things he wants to get started on before the rest of the server wakes up and starts causing chaos. So Mumbo presses a kiss to Pearl's temple and slowly detangles himself from her and the warm covers. There's a little grumble she always lets out as he does, but he attributes that more to the sudden chill as he slips out from under the covers rather than her being conscious of him leaving. He knows that by the time he comes back upstairs to change out of his pajamas, she'll be sound asleep, sprawled cross the bed and taking up more space than a single human should be capable of.
But right now, the most pressing concern is the flock of dogs patiently waiting at the bedroom door for him to get breakfast started, and the growing feeling that hot cup of tea sounds like a great idea right about now.
#ask#drabbles#I apologize for the delay#I had been basically just writing and working for like 4 days#so I had to touch some grass and become a person again#BUT I AM BACK
15 notes
·
View notes
Text
A scenario where Shepard jokes with Vega, saying she's practically Garrus' wife now after she promotes him to her XO during the war, resulting in them unintentionally spending a lot more time together.
The joke goes over Vega's head, and he goes to congratulate Garrus personally. Garrus is confused, and Vega promises to keep the "secret marriage" a secret. Garrus now has to figure out how in the hell he accidentally proposed to and married a human and how is he supposed to tell his dad he missed the unplanned wedding and the ceremonial meeting of his fiancé. He was almost 30, but this was going to get him grounded for at least another 30 years or maybe even life.
Was he supposed to get his new wife a gift? Where they supposed to get matching tattoos like Turians? He could've sworn he read somewhere that humans consummated their vows the same way Turians do. Where did he go wrong dammit!?
He adores the idea of Shepard being his wife and loves knowing that she was so excited that she even told Vega about it. He just now has to figure out how he married her in the first place without her knowing he doesn't know. Because then she'll think he never wanted to marry her, and that is NOT the case. Maybe Tali will know? No way. She'd just call him a bosh'tet. Wrex will also call him a professional idiot. Liara won't judge, but he's sure she still hasn't gotten over her crush on the Commander, and he doesn't want to rub his new marriage in her face. Maybe Joker will tell him if he promises him the new fornax issue.
Garrus has had his fair share of giving his dad a pseudo aneurysm, but this one was going to send him into cardiac arrest for sure when he finds out his son married a woman the family didn't even meet. He needs a drink...after he finishes bribing Edi to scrub away everything she just heard him say out loud.
Garrus doesn't know that Vega is the galaxy's worst secret keeper, telling Shepard he's keeping the secret marriage a secret unwilling to let Shepard convince him that she's actually not married yet. She goes to see Garrus to have a good laugh about Vega's idiocy but walks into Garrus telling Edi he will use Shepard's override if she doesn't get rid of something.
Garrus is absolutely mortified and gives the cheesiest greeting to his "wife." She assumes Vega already brought the joke to Garrus but she's not overlooking him trying to be suspicious with Edi. He recovers, mentioning it was for his sesrch history for a gift he wanted to get her. He did intend to get her a gift so the phrase wasn't a complete lie...
She jokes about it and calls him her husband. Garrus, the realist he is, does not take this as a joke. She leaves him to his vices, and Garrus is now in a full-blown panic. He needs to understand what he did, and he needs to know now.
(If my brain gets any more random ideas, I'll at least finish and provide a resolution to this concept, lol. Feel free to offer your own ending)
#Why do I always come up with these ideas in the middle of the night#knowing damn well I won't be able to write them or finish them#maybe someone out there can write this#tag me if you do so I can support you#mass effect#garrus vakarian#shakarian#commander shepard#femshep#garrus x femshep#femshep x garrus#shepard x garrus#female shep#garrus#mass effect universe#mass effect trilogy#mass effect legendary edition#james vega#mass effect joker#shakarian scenario#shakarian scenarios
722 notes
·
View notes
Text
my latest hyperfixation: armchair diagnosing my peers. oh, you thought you could just exist around me. sorry. here's a nice seat on this round disk, it's totally not a petri dish or anything. can you hear electricity?
#so did you know that being overly 'mysterious' is a masking tactic. guess what he's like when he doesn't know you that well/distancing#and guess what he's like when you get to know him in a closer setting? a quirky weirdo#so i liked the same guy for years and never knew why#it was TOO EASY to adopt his mannerisms and sense of humour#because i thought being a bit weird GOT him friends#post rejection but before my dx he would continue to baffle and frustrate me. and then i realised that we BOTH committed the same faux pas#autism/adhd would explain literally everything i've ever seen him do and why we continue to be so similar#adhd#asd#actually autistic#audhd#i often wonder if it's not just his rejection of me that makes him avoid me. but the unconscious sense that i'm too observant#i mean look at the tags of this post. i can't stop editing them. im obsessed#not so much with a crush as with an endless book of wonders#the same way he could be completely absorbed in one in the middle of a crowded social gathering...#he literally said he 'spirals' at night#hon...#i genuinely have no idea if he knows. if anyone else knows#if you know someone so long you're like 'no that's just how he is' but what if how they were was always like this.#i would say he's hardly the same person he was 8 years ago. he's even weirder. but i theorise it could be either one of two things#1. the mask is coming off from: a) burnout b) now in a situation where he subconsciously knows he doesn't have to mask or#c).... potential dx??? but no surely not. that would be too funny if we got dx at the same time#even his leadership style. he often favoured spontaneity. often let discussion get off topic. but he could accurately pick up the point you#were trying to say#he often stares at things as if he's not seeing them#so you wonder if he's eavesdropping when it could really be either that or being lost in thought#and then the kinds of questions and comments he would come out with. you wondered how THAT got through the filter#not to mention i get the sense that his parents recognise that *i'm* weird as well#and you know what the kicker is. HIS NIECE LINES UP TOY TRAINS AT AGE 2/3#SOMETHING RUNS THROUGH THAT FAMILY
1 note
·
View note
Note
I love imaging Dick, Tim, and Damian sneaking around trying to meet Jasons new gf because they just wanna be involved in his life and they know if they they leave it to Jay they wont meet her u til they're married with kids đ
AND âomg us meeting Jasonâs siblings whenâ
AN: Ngl I love this idea too, its so shitty of them but they have the best of intentions.
Damian
A boy no older than 14 with eyes that pierce the soul was not what you'd expected to find on Jason's couch the very first time he'd left you alone there. Jason had to dip out unexpectedly early, and had promised you run of the place until he got back so you'd slept in as long as you could and were on your way to make breakfast when you're greeted by the hell-child.
Once your initial fright wears off you realise you recognize him from a photo Jay had showed you which makes you feel slightly more at ease.
âGood morning? Damian right?â You offer as you pass him, be-lining for the coffee machine, you're gonna need caffeine if you're meeting any member of Jay's family for the first time. âCan I get you anything?â
âAlfred says it's unbecoming to sleep past 9.â Besides the initial glare he'd graced you with as you emerged from the bedroom, he doesn't even look up at you, his eyes glued to the pages of a book. Like brother like brother, you guess.
âOh, well. Good thing Alfreds not here then.â You add a small laugh, trying to inject some humour to the situation. Damian does not respond in kind. âIs that a no? I think there's some chocolate cereal around here somewhere.â
âWhat do you do for work that allows you to be in my brother's home in the middle of the day?â
Jeez this kid is no-nonsense. âOr I could make pancakes, I make really good pancakes.â
âAnd tell me what exactly are your intentions with my baby brother?â Baby?
âI think there's some chocolate chips around here somewhere. Jason says you like chocolate. Chocolate pancakes?â
âDo you always avoid questions?â
âAre you always so intense?â
He slams the book closed and you nearly jump on the spot. He finally looks at you, really looks at you and as you stare back his features begin to soften slightly.
âIâll have a coffee.â
You're certain from the sly look on his face that he's probably not allowed coffee. He certainly doesn't need any. But screw it, he's not your kid and if it gets him to like a little, you'll take the risk.
So you pour two coffees and join him on the couch. His questions do not cease until Jason returns about an hour later. He couldn't care less about the coffee, but he does care about Damian breaking in to interrogate his partner and immediately kicks Damian out.
Dick
Dick finds out about your existence from one of Damianâs letters, and he's subtle but pushy about meeting you. Not that you're aware. He keeps âdropping byâ Jason's apartment âjust to see his lil brotherâ, no other reason but is told to get lost or downright ignored anytime you're there, until he decides to cut out the middle man and turn up at your home instead.
âLet me tell you, you are a hard person to get a hold of.â He informs as he invites himself through your front door.
âUm, hello Dick?â As you stare at his lush hair and sculpted abs you wonder what Alfred feeds these boys.
âYep! I can't stay so Iâve gotta make this quick.â he gestures for you to come closer, speaking in a playful, conspiratorial whisper. âJay doesn't know I'm here.â
That would be why he can't stay, Jason is due at your door any minute now.
âBut you two seem to be getting pretty serious and I think it's important that we all get to know each other. You following?â
You nod, and he gives you the perkiest, most genuine smile. That or he has that exact look practised to a T. From what Jay tells you, either is possible.
âSo, Barbara and I, that's my wifeâ You nod once more, you're aware of Barbara also. âhave booked a table at Casa Gotica for Thursday night. We need you to get Jason there without letting on that it's a double date.â
âI donât know.â you finally give your nodding head a break. âJay and I donât lie to each other.â
âRight. I can't begrudge that. Very glad to hear he's picked an honest one.â He takes a moment to straighten his thoughts, but his moment is cut short but the echo of Jasonâs combat boots approaching your door. Dickâs eyes rapidly scan the room for a secondary exit before he settles on an open window. âDon't think of it as lying, think of it as omitting the truth. Whatever you have to do just be there for 6.30. Oh, and it's great to meet you!â
âYou too.â
âThursday, 6.30!â
Before you can agree heâs gone, presumably scaling the side of your building as Jay steps inside.
Tim
Tim was actually the first to be aware of you and your relationship with his brother, however, the very real possibility of being gutted by Jason for snooping in his personal life was too high for him to make a move.
But you seeking him out is a different story; or rather, you being the first to say hi when you bump into each other in line at the grocery store is different. It would be rude not to respond to your attempts at initiating a conversation.
âHello, hi, are you Tim? You don't know me but Iâm Jasons partner. Its so great to meet you.â
âI know who you are.â He states rather ominously, eyes darting around behind you. âIs he here?â
âNo, but he's picking me up after.â His shoulders visibly ease.
âCool cool cool.â Heâs suddenly much more personable. âSo, I hear you're intoâŠâ
That chatting doesn't dry or lul at all as the queue dwindles and both buy your groceries. He waits with you until you get confirmation from Jay that he's on his way. He's easily the chillest sibling you've met thus far.
When Jason arrives he gets out of the car to open the boot and passenger door for you as always, but not before he thrusts his phone in your face. âWhere is he?â
Displayed on the screen is a selfie of Tim with you in the background, you absolutely do not remember it being taken.
#anon#thanks for the request#/ask#dc#Jason Todd#jason todd/reader#jason todd x reader#red hood/reader#red hood x reader#red hood#batfam x reader#batfam#damian wayne#robin#nightwing#dick grayson#tim drake#red robin#3K
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
DPxDC De-Aged Triplets and Their Tired Single Sister
Jason has seen the four of them a couple of times in Crime Alley now. They looked like a family, what with similar facial features- err, actually, the kids looked like carbon copies of each other, but their mom/sister/aunt/cousin looked similar enough to be related to them by blood.
Normally, Jason didn't care for each and every family that moved into Crime Alley. Sure, he cared about all of them as a whole, but there were a lot of people, and he couldn't possibly get elbow deep in every life story he came across. So all he knew about them were three things: a) they were on the run from someone or something, b) they trusted each other and no one else, and c) apparently, they have made it their life goal to never make any kind of sense.
The list of shit they have gotten into included but was not limited to:
âą one of the kids biting a gun. Not the hand of the attacker who was holding it, no, the actual gun. And he bit a piece of it clean off, which earned him - or her, actually, Jason knew one of the triplets was a girl but he couldn't tell them apart - a lecture from their... mom? sister? parental figure. The lecture was about how chewing metal does not help with iron deficiency.
âą getting kidnapped and creeping out their kidnapper to the point of him returning the kids back home. A few witnesses said one of the kids was actually driving, sitting on the kidnappers lap behind the steering wheel and cheerfully commanding the man to speed up or brake. Their mom actually apologized to the kidnapper for the incident and offered him homemade cookies for his troubles. He ran away without them.
âą driving a lady at the laundromat insane by repeatedly walking inside and climbing into one of the washing machines. They never got out of it, just one kid walking into the laundromat, climbing into washing machine, then another kid, looking exactly like the previous one, walking inside, climbing into the same washing machine, then another kid walking into the laundromat- well, you get the idea. The lady claimed she's seen at least five kids do that in a row, but when she looked into that washing machine, there was no one inside.
âą casually falling out of windows. Or, better, walking out of them like they were doors, at any given opportunity. The witness - an old man who was helping their mom with groceries - said the mom did not care in the slightest, and when he asked her about it, obviously concerned, she just said, tired and exasperated, 'they like the feeling of free fall, don't worry, they'll come back in a minute'. Sure enough, they did, not a scratch on them. The family lived on the sixth floor.
âą eating insane amounts of food. Jason personally witnesses their mom give them her wallet, telling the kids, 'eat until you're full', and promptly passing out on the table, her head on her arms. The kids then proceeded to eat four whole pizzas, three burgers each, then seven brownies and at least five cups of soda. What was interesting about it was not only the amount of food they ate but the way they never left their mom unattended, one of the kids always staying beside her sleeping figure as the other two went to order.
And now, all four of them were standing in front of him. Not Jason Todd him, but Red Hood him. And he was... confused.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I said, can you watch them for a few hours? Three, maybe four," the mom, Jazz as she introduced herself, was looking at him like it was he who was speaking nonsense, not her. Because asking a crime lord to watch three kids in the middle of the night is not something a sane person would do.
"Why?" He asks, bewildered, because what the fuck else is he supposed to say?
"I need to kill a man, and if they come with me, it will take three times longer," Jazz tells him. Is she saying the kids slow her down or what? Jason can admit he's never been this confused in his entire life.
"You could ask me to kill a man, while you stay with them, no?" He tries to reason, but the girl waves him off:
"No, that will take even longer. Besides, no offense, but you kill people to simply end their life, and I need that man to fucking stop existing forever."
What's the difference he almost wants to ask. But instead of that, he just sighs.
"Why me? I'm sure you could find a babysitter-"
"No babysitter will handle them. The last one told me they have been running laps on the ceiling, which is, actually, not that big of a deal. They are kids. Kids like running around," she huffs, and Jason suspects she is missing the point here, but okay. He gets why babysitters are not an option.
"You do understand what they can witness if they stay here?" He asks, as the last attempt to reason with the girl, but she just nods and leans down, making all the kids turn to her.
"Okay, you menaces, tell me what not to do while you're staying with Mr. Red Hood."
"No eating people," one kid starts.
"No driving people insane," the other one continues.
"No, um, stealing eyeballs," the third one finishes, and what the fuck are those ground rules? Is this girl a mother to eldrith horrors? That would explain some shit.
Jazz turns to him, "See? They're all good."
In what world is that good? Jason debates if he should start running now or when she leaves.
"Do they have names?" He asks instead. The girl nods:
"Danny." His surprise must be evident even through the mask because she sighs and points to each kid, "Diane, Daniel, Dante. Dani, Danny, and Dan. Actually, you know what, let's make this easier," she rummages through her bag and gets a marker out before gesturing to the kids, "Come here."
As they do, she proceeds to draw numbers 1, 2, and 3 on their foreheads. Then she nods to Hood and puts the marker away.
"Okay, that's better. Behave, you monsters, I'll be back soon!"
After she leaves, Jason looks down at the kids. They also look at him, eerie and unblinking.
Finally, one of them - number 2, Dani, if he is not mistaken - asks:
"Do you want teeth? We have a lot."
"She doesn't mean her teeth," number 1 clarifies, "She means other teeth."
...This is going to be some very long three hours.
#danny phantom#dc x dp#dpxdc#jason todd#red hood#jazz fenton#dan phantom#dani phantom#de aged danny#de aged dani#de aged dan#triplets au#triplet horror kids are out for your eyeballs#beware#jazz is so done with them
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
teddy bear pajamas | l.h
in which heeseung is supposed to be sleeping over with his best friend, jay, but spends the night with jayâs younger sister instead.
pairing: heeseung x fem!reader
warnings: throat fucking, fingering, making out, nipple play, spitting, cum swallowing. (lmk if i missed anything).
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/dc0adddd8cd36f6f3448c58e06d79f44/ca8222e0c7d67793-9d/s540x810/690dc4e3bfe20c3359919eb4e4bced60f49a3bcc.jpg)
how you were supposed to fall asleep when your brother and his friends were screaming in the other room was beyond you. video games, of course. that was the culprit as to why they were screaming and you were about a minute away from walking into the living room and exploding.
how badly you wanted to go to them and yell at them to shut up.
instead, you chose the mature option. you took a deep breath and decided to yell at your brother over text instead.
you: if you guys donât shut the fuck up
jay: do i need to remind you that i pay your rent
you sighed. he was right. you felt bad complaining when jay already did so much for you. not only did he pay your rent, but he cooked for you, lended you money when you needed it, and always let you have friends over without complaint.
you: nvm đ
you turned your phone back off, laying on your side. you pressed a pillow over your ear in hopes to muffle the sounds of the boys yelling, and while it didnât do much, you were able to fall asleep after a few minutes.
-
you managed to fall asleep for a good two hours before you were awoken again. you expected it to be the boys again, but the apartment you shared with your brother was silent.
suddenly, your phone buzzed. with squinted eyes, you grabbed your phone to check the notification.
it was heeseung, one of jayâs best friends. you knew all of jayâs friends. you practically grew up with them, and some of them you even considered to be your brothers as well.
heeseung: are you awake?
his text woke you up a bit more. you sat up in your bed, wracking your brain as to why he was texting you this late.
you: yeah, why?
heeseung: jay is snoring and i canât sleep đŁ
you: yeah sounds about right
you chuckled to yourself at his dilemma.
heeseung: yeah well i was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie?
heeseung: say yes đ
your heart raced. your first instinct was to answer yes in all capital letters, but luckily your brain reminded you how utterly pathetic that would be.
you did not want to mess up and embarrass yourself in front of heeseung.
you: itâs the middle of the night. youâre funny if you think iâm getting out of bed rn
heeseung: well we can watch smth in your bed
you gulped. just the mere idea of having heeseung next to you in your bed, watching a movie together excited you. you didnât know why. it wasnât like you liked heeseung or anything, but you always saw him as the coolest out of your brotherâs friends. that was why you were always cautious about what you said in front of him and how you presented yourself. you wanted to impress him.
however, he would not be impressed if he were to walk into your bedroom right now and see you in your teddy bear matching set pajamas. heâd probably laugh.
you were already overthinking and you hadnât even agreed yet.
you: ok fine
heeseung: be right there
now, you deemed, was an appropriate time for the panic to set in. you leapt out of bed and beelined for your closet, rummaging through all your clothes for a more appealing set of pajamas.
unfortunately, youâd underestimated how long it would take for heeseung to walk from jayâs room to yours, and suddenly there was a knock on your bedroom door.
you froze in the doorway of your closet, still wearing your teddy bear printed pajamas.
accepting defeat, you softly called out, âcome in.â
the bedroom door opened and in walked heeseung. he was wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants, his dark hair slightly tousled from sleep, or attempting to sleep. your knees buckled at the sight of him.
youâd always thought he was cool, and with that, youâd thought he was very attractive too. still, that didnât mean you had feelings for him.
âhey,â he greeted in that soft voice of his. he quietly shut the door behind him. âcute pajamas.â
your cheeks flushed. you shut your closet door because it was too late to find a different pair of pajamas now.
âthanks,â you muttered.
you grabbed your laptop from off of your desk and trudged back into your bed. you tucked yourself back under the covers and watched heeseung, waiting for his next movement.
he walked over to your bed and climbed underneath the covers like heâd been sleeping there with you for the past year that you lived in the apartment. he scooted in close enough for your arms to be touching. he was so warm, it was hard for you not to lean into his touch.
âwhat do you wanna watch?â he asked.
âoh, i donât care,â you said, opening your laptop.
you scrolled through the streaming platform for a bit before you both mutually agreed on a romantic comedy. you started playing the movie, resting the laptop on a pillow between your guysâ legs.
the movie started and it only took a few minutes for your eyelids to begin growing heavy. you wouldâve dozed off had it not been the sudden movement from heeseung, whoâs hand was suddenly very close to the side of your leg.
your eyes fluttered open. you kept your body very still, unsure whether he meant to put his hand so close or not. either way, you didnât want to accidentally create an awkward situation.
20 minutes into the movie, heeseungâs hand was painfully slowly shifting itâs way onto your thigh. you were so exhausted you could barely comprehend it, but there was a small part of your brain freaking out, you just kept it all internalized.
âare you tired?â heeseung asked, speaking for the first time since the movie started.
âoh, iâm okay,â you lied.
âare you sure?â he wondered, genuine concern in his voice. âwe can turn the movie off if you wanna go to sleep. i can go back to jayâs room.â
the last thing you wanted was for him to leave, especially with how heavy his hand was on your thigh and how it inched further up every minute.
âno, donât go,â you said, too tired to realize how pathetic you sounded.
heeseung smiled at your words. he squeezed your thigh ever so slightly. your legs instinctively opened slightly, practically inviting him in.
âwant me to stay?â he asked, his voice coming out in a whisper.
he was suddenly a lot closer than he was before, so close that you could feel his warm breath hit your face and his body heat radiate from him like a furnace.
you gulped, looking up into his eyes. youâd always loved his eyes, but never had the chance to see them up close like this.
for whatever reason, your half asleep mind told you it was okay to suddenly reach out and brush some of his hair out of his face, exposing more of his pretty face. he smiled at the bold movement from you. it was just the confirmation he needed that you were interested, and so he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours.
your eyes fluttered shut and your body shuddered with excitement. heeseung was kissing you. his one hand was gently holding your cheek while the other one stayed planted on your thigh, and he was kissing you.
you glided your fingers through his hair, tugging at the silky strands to express your pleasure. he moaned ever so softly in your mouth, inching his tongue into the mix.
you parted your lips further, leaving enough room for him to slide his tongue all the way in. you rubbed your tongue against his, your hips jutting off the bed in desperation. how embarrassing that you were already getting aroused just by the feeling of his tongue gliding against yours.
heeseung took notice of your desperation, which you were both humiliated and grateful for, as he slid his hand over your front, cupping your clothed pussy.
you clenched your eyes shut harder, whimpering into his mouth as he pushed his fingers against the fabric of your pants, sliding them delicately up and down the length of your pussy. you leaned your head back, disconnecting the kiss, and let out a needy moan.
âshh,â heeseung warned, planting a kiss to the side of your neck. âwe donât need your brother waking up and catching us, do we?â
you rapidly shook your head, sudden fear overcoming you at just the idea of jay catching you in your bed with heeseung. the idea scared you so much that your entire body froze and you stared at heeseung with wide eyes, like a deer in headlights.
âitâs okay,â he cooed. âyou can be quiet, canât you? youâll be a good girl if i tell you to be, right?â
you gulped. âbut what if heââ
âhe wonât,â heeseung assured. âyouâre always so quiet when you talk, you can be quiet in bed too, yeah?â
you nodded, thinking how it might actually be worth it if jay were to catch you because at least you wouldâve been able to say that youâd hooked up with heeseung, a dream of yours for a long time.
âgood baby,â he cooed, leaning back in and enveloping your lips in his again.
you fell slack under his touch, sighing in utter contentment. heeseung used the tips of two of his fingers to rub tiny circles where your clit was over your pants. that alone wouldâve been enough to make you cum had he done it long enough.
instead, he does it for about a minute before wanting to feel your pussy without any interference. he slid his large hand into your pants and you gasped as his knuckle brushed against your bare pussy. heeseung smirked into the kiss upon feeling how wet you were already.
he took his index finger and gathered all your slick, spreading it around your pussy. you pathetically humped up into his hand, needing more but unable to find the words to ask for it.
âyouâre so cute,â he gushed, pressing his forehead against yours. he held close eye contact with you as he slid his middle finger into your fluttering hole, watching your reaction closely. âso warm and wet, baby. is this all for me?â
you whimpered, nodding. he massaged his finger against your walls, stretching you out before he added in his ring finger. the sound of your pussy being fucked open by his two fingers was lewd and humiliating, but it turned heeseung on more than you knew. you couldnât tell how hard he was, how he was pulsating against his sweatpants.
his palm hit your sensitive clit every time he thrusted his fingers into you. you were already a mess from the sensations, tucking your head into the crook of his neck to hide your embarrassment.
heeseung could feel your legs vibrating. you were so sensitive, he loved it. he wanted to make a complete utter mess out of you, just to see what it looked like. he wanted to see his best friendâs normally composed, shy little sister fall apart beneath him.
so, he sped up his fingers and fucked them into you deeper until he was reaching the spongey part deep inside your pussy. when he found that, you yelped, and he knew it was only a matter of time before you were cumming around his fingers.
when you did cum, your legs locked around his hand. you practically rode his fingers as your orgasm hit you, your fluids leaking down the side of his hand and seeping through your pajama pants.
âfuck,â he grunted just at the sight of you finishing, and how hot you looked.
you raised your head from his neck and looked up at him with glossy eyes and bright red cheeks. your hair was messy, your lips wet and swollen. heeseung couldâve came just by looking at you, you looked so good.
âoh my god,â he muttered. âcâmere, baby.â
his hand pressed against the back of your head, pushing your faces together. he kissed you again, although it was so messy that it could hardly be considered a kiss. he gathered some saliva in his mouth and pushed it into your lips without separating the kiss, and you drank all of what he gave you happily.
he pulled his hand out of your pants, exposing his hand which was covered in your release. he couldnât decide whether to bring his fingers to his own lips or yours. he was desperate to know what you tasted like, but he also wouldâve killed to see you with his fingers in your mouth, licking up your own arousal.
you took the initiative yourself, grabbing his wrist and stuffing his fingers into your mouth. you two moaned at the same time: you from tasting yourself on his fingers and him from seeing you with his fingers in your mouth. he wouldâve never guessed you were this dirty, that his best friendâs little sister could be so lewd and needy.
you sat up on your knees once heâd pulled his fingers out of your mouth. finally, you were deciding to pay some attention to his cock, which was aching and he feared that he was so pent up, he might cum the moment you touch it.
luckily, that didnât happen.
you palmed him over his sweatpants, grinning at how hard he was. you didnât waste time teasing him over his sweatpants. instead, you knelt between his legs and tugged his sweatpants down just enough for his cock to spring out.
it was lengthy, which intimidated you as it stood straight up right in front of your face. intimidating as it was, you were hungry to taste him, to wrap your lips around his flushed tip and suck every last drop out of him.
heeseung dug his fingers into your hair and watched without allowing himself to blink as you licked his tip like it was a lollipop. you dug the tip of your tongue into his slit, gathering the bead of precum that had gathered there.
heeseung was sensitive. he always had been. he couldnât help it when he jutted his hips up because it felt too good and he needed more. he needed to feel his cock constricted in the warm wet walls of your throat. he needed to be fucking your mouth like it was your pussy.
he gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail, slowly lifting his hips up and pushing his cock deeper into your cavernous mouth. you allowed him happily, hollowing your cheeks out for added friction.
âyouâre so fuckinâ hot,â he grunted, watching in utter fascination as you took his cock in your throat without so much as a gag.
you held onto his sides for leverage, but other than that you showed no sign of struggle. if anything, you only showed signs of enjoying this, of enjoying having his cock thrusting in your throat. you squeezed your legs together, resisting the urge to touch yourself or better yet, hump yourself against his leg.
his thrusts got faster and faster by the second when he saw how unbothered you were. soon enough, his cock was pistoning in your throat and you just took it, drool spilling out the corners of your lips.
heeseung paused his movements to pull your shirt over your head, exposing your chest to him. he reached down and tweaked your nipples between his thumb and index fingers, fucking up into your mouth again.
âoh my god,â he moaned. âyouâre a dream. youâre amazing.â
all you could do was hum around him, unable to speak with your mouth occupied. you brought your hand up and fumbled with his heavy balls, massaging them in your palm.
heeseung threw his head back, suddenly holding your head with your nose pressed to his pelvis. his cock twitched once before you felt the first rope of cum hit the back of your throat, followed by many more streams of his sticky white substance.
he moaned loudly, certainly loud enough that jay and any of the other guys would be able to hear and understand what was going on behind your bedroom door. but now, you didnât care. his moans sounded angelic and you knew it was a sound you wanted to hear again and again.
he didnât release his grasp on you until he was completely finished dumping his load down your throat. your scalp tingled from the pain when he finally did let you go, allowing you to come up for air.
you swallowed all his release and took a deep breath, both of you calming down.
âholy fuck,â heeseung muttered in a complete daze.
you laid by his side, smiling to yourself. to be frank, you wanted more, but it seemed like heeseung was done. his eyes were closed, his chest was rising and falling rapidly. you wouldâve thought heâd fallen asleep had it not been for his next words.
âcome here,â he whispered.
you laid your head on his chest, expecting to fall asleep and leave it at that.
until he said, âwanna keep going?â
-
read part 2 here!
#enhypen#kpop#kpop smut#enhypen x reader#enhypen smut#enha smut#enha x reader#enha#lee heeseung#heeseung#lee heeseung smut#heeseung smut#heeseung x reader#lee heesung x reader
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
an. part two of this | masterlist
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/cd1e8a20e2b48c487f02ce616d2c0f49/dc3be08c2c3694a9-fd/s540x810/140ad13838d5c21737dc7a49dd486a82bb3fdad4.jpg)
You tell him you broke up with your boyfriend while heâs away for work, bunked up in a safe house in the middle of nowhere with shit reception, hearing your words as clear as day as if they werenât the chopped-up version coming through his burner phone.
âIt justâŠdidnât work out.â
It didnât work out.
He pretends his stomach doesnât pleasantly twist because heâd expected it to happen eventually. Heâs not happy about itâalthough it does make the desert heat more bearable in his heavy tactical gearâand tells Soap to fuck off when he comments on it.
It was a one-time fuck because Simon doesnât date. Heâs tried in the past before he met youâthe flowers, the late-night dinnersâbut with him being gone almost every other month (sometimes longer, shorter if heâs lucky), it never works out in the end. Sleeping with you twice would fall under that category, the quasi-relationship kind, and make everything messier than it needs to be.Â
Just some fun, no strings, those are the words he promised.
If only he believed them.
He does, for all of two weeks until heâs home again, and itâs summer, so youâre wearing a flowy dress that shows off the long expanse of your legs.Â
(Heâs a gonerânot even sure why he tried to think otherwise.)
That one time heâd promised turns into a second, both of you stumbling into your apartment after a night out. The music from the pub still thumping loudly underneath your floor as he pushes you against the front door, hands in your hairâon your waist, underneath your skirt, down your thigh to hitch it over his waistâteasing your mouth open with a swipe of his tongue across your bottom lip.
You make this delighted little noise in the back of your throat, arching into him, and his hand spans down your stomach, beneath your underwear, to nudge your messy clit with his knuckle, wanting to hear all the sounds you make now that he has you alone.Â
A whiny cry of his name rewards himâjeans tightening around his waist at the soundâwhen his fingers go down, down until they press against your tight little hole, one finger pressing inside slowly. "If I make you cum, I get to fuck you here.â
You smile prettily, and it disarms him. âIf you make me cum, you can fuck me however you want.â
Neither of you makes it to the bed, falling asleep on the living room floor instead, the blanket from the couch draped haphazardly over both of you with his arm curled over your waist.
That night had been a slip of judgment, a product of wanting something warm and soft after several months of only having his hand for company.
It happens again and again, and he keeps letting it happen until thereâs no more hiding under the guise of just fun because it somehow turns into a lot more than that.
Simon canât explain how it happensâmaybe becoming something he can touch and hold and think about oftenâbut he finds himself in an exclusive relationship with you that isnât exactly a relationship because heâs unsure of the ins and outs that they entail.
(Always has been.)
His father was a shit role model, and it was always easier finding someone new who didnât know his name or care about his scars and only wanted a nice fuck. There had never been any point in shooting for something serious when it was always out of the question for him, until now, that is.
He takes you to that over-rated restaurant overlooking the Thames Marcus never brought you to. A picture of you and him with the sunset in the backgroundâyour smile almost blinding in the photoâbecomes his home screen, and he finds he doesnât care when Soap has something to say about it.
He lets you do nonsensical shit, like buying small plants for his house that are surely going to die from him being gone before he comes up with the great idea to give you a key. Itâs just a key.
(Itâs more than just a key.)
Simon finds himself asking if he can come over more often throughout the week, which slowly moulds and shifts into nights filled with things other than sexâsleeping after a long day of work, cuddling on the couch, cooking together, going to the moviesâhe doesnât try to make a big deal out of it because you used to hang out all the time without sex.Â
(Somewhere, thereâs a but in there.)
Thereâs still no label to whatever this is, and he wonders if you want him to be the first to say the thing youâve both been dancing around for a little overâŠhe canât remember, but he knows itâs been long enough for your things to mix in with his at his house.Â
Be with me because Iâm yours, and youâre mine, thatâs what heâs trying to say, and itâs never the right time. Men like himâa little broken, rough, and jagged around the edges sharp enough to cutâarenât good with words like that.
(Thatâs what he thought.)
If he hadnât seen you talking to a guy at the pub, eyes crinkling in that same sweet way whenever Simon makes you laugh, he wonders if he wouldâve been the first to break from the start. He knows itâs your job as a bartender to be nice, but his jaw clicks at the sight of the guy leaning over the bar and into your space, almost too close.
The feeling doesnât go away until he has you spread out on your mattress under himâclothes haphazardly peeled out of the way for him to put his mouth on youâyour lips pursed tight around two of his fingers to give you something to focus on as his other hand works between your thighs, pressing down on your tongue when gurgled little sounds slip out.
He teases you with a small, pink vibrator he found inside your bedside table, your legs kicking out and toes curling into his calves.
âMine. This is mine, love,â he groans, pressing you further into the bed with his weight. âDo you understand?â
You nod, tears pearling and leaking from the corner of your eyes.
âLemme cum,â you whine, words muffled. âSimon, I want to cum. Please.â
He wonât lie that heâs close after jerking into his fist to the sight of you writhing on the sheetsâswears he can feel his heartbeat throbbing against the back of his fingersâtakes in your surprised expression when he pushes forward, impaling you on the first few inches of his cock.
His stomach twists from the squeal that escapes your throat, and fuck, your cunt, so hot and tight with little pulses that drive him crazy, only growing tighter when he turns up the speed on the vibrator.
ââMm, gonna cum. Iâmââ
He grits his teeth as you start to flutter around his cock once heâs rooted inside you. âGo onâfuckâgo on, love. Let me feel it.â
You look so perfect like this, like a dream: lips parted into an enticing little O with his name tumbling out in breathy mewls, tits hanging out from the bra he shoved to the side, eyes glassy and unfocused.Â
âSo fucking pretty.â He kisses your throat, panting into your sweat-slick skin, and itâs not long before heâs falling over the edge with you.Â
Next time, heâll have the courage to tell you: that youâre not someone he calls for a meaningless fuck on the weekend, that Simon misses you when heâs gone and canât wait to come home, that he wants to try with youâexcept not when heâs balls deep and trembling inside your heavenly cunt.
But the smile he feels against his shoulder makes him think that maybeâŠ
Maybe you already know.
#simon riley smut#simon riley imagine#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#cod smut#cod imagine#cod x reader#mw2 smut#mw2 x reader#mw2 imagine#ghost x reader#ghost imagine#ghost smut#.things i write
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
THE LITTLE THINGS.
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/171252816be774a9cc50da649ec8e9ed/2b79086f45ed54f0-0b/s540x810/0aab40c10715f697875cdea1b7386436b4a70fce.jpg)
summary the little things they do for you, just because they love you. part 1/2 !!
pairings riddle, leona, azul, x gender neutral reader (established relationship)
tw none.. i think IDK
a/n â YAYYY I HIT 1.7K give me more clout pls ily all
⧠â RiDDLE ROSEHEARTS
Teaches you even though it's incredibly late at night. His eyes are already telling you that he's tiredâ and you try your best to tell him to go to bed.
But noooo, he cares too much about you to let you fail your worst subject. He casually waves his hand to dismiss your ideas for him to get sleep, putting you first before anything else. Well, at least he's learning more as well from teaching you.
Your head would be laying on his lap as he explains literal calculus at 4am in the morning, since you woke up in the middle of the night, making HIM wake up as well, why not torment you as well by making you learn with the time?
You give him such attitude early in the morning, saying "I'm sorry calculus sucks so bad, I'm sorry it's boring?" and yet he's completely whipped for you to the point that he's willing to sacrifice his sleeping schedule for you to learn. It's for your own good!
Riddle's possessive.. But in a good way! He just cares too much, not possessive to the point he's controlling, but possessive in a way that he's just overprotective of you.
He's the "Don't let anybody do this to you, unless that somebody's me." type of boyfriend. Can you tell he gets jealous easily? Gets extra snarky whenever someone asks about you, especially when they don't know you two are dating.
The type to pull you closer wherever just from being possessive, and makes an excuse that's basically just "Because you might get lost". Riddle.. The hallway is currently empty?
He will forever be your first and last love. The little things he does for you, it's everything. To you, and to everyone else who sees. The way he ties your shoelacesâ which you didn't even notice that was untied.
When you make a mistake and a small "I'm sorry." comes out of your lips while your eyes get blurry, shaking his head as he shushes you and reassures you, everytime without fail.
The way he looks up at your pretty face right after, as smitten as ever and in complete awe, it's not that obvious, but you can see it in his eyes.
The way he's incredibly patient with you, the way you push your luck just to annoy himâ luckily not getting beheaded by your own boyfriend. He has always fully believed time has brought you to him, hell, even fate itself maybe.
⧠â LEONA KiNGSCHOLAR
Leona always finds himself ending up with you, one way or another. At the end of the day, he's home. To you. And that's what matters the most to him.
The way he's burying his face in your chest, making a giggle escape out of your lips, a giggle he especially loves, but of course, would never really admit it directly.
This time, it's your turn to tease him for acting like this. But who could blame him? You're so comfortable.. And you're so.. Everything, really.
The soft sighs of relief he lets out when he feels your fingers thread through his long hair, indirectly asking you to not stop, and just keep going.
He compliments you without even realizing. Like it's a natural response to everything you do. From your little "Isn't this bow really cute, Leona?" with a soft smile as he goes, "Yeah. It'd be cuter if you'd wear it, though."
And you're left red and blushing, it honestly depends if he's going to tease you for it or not. But we all know, your blush is never going to get unnoticed by the prince himself.
Gets defensive whenever you bring this topic up. He will NEVER miss a day of complimenting youâ even if it's something random. It's either that, or something completely heartwarming.
It ranges from, "You're really short, you know? Could barely even reach the top of the door even if you stand on your tippy-toes. But it's alright. I like it like that." with a smug grin.
To, "What's wrong with you? You're gorgeous. You're gonna be keepin' up with me in terms of persuasion, with those adorable little eyes of yours, are you?" sir this is a wendys
Can NEVER say no to you when you give him that special look. When you look up at him he absolutely meltsâ and it's painfully obvious it hurts physically (And by that, I mean butterflies.)
"If my significant other thinks they can just bat their cute lil eyes at me and get whatever they want, they're absolutely right." Type of mindset. He'd never admit it or say it out loud, either. We all saw that coming though, let's be honest..
Grits his teeth whenever you look at him with doe eyes, and it makes him weak because he especially loves your eyes, and how much they can say about you and how you're feeling.
⧠â AZUL ASHENGROTTO
Provides you with anything you need, without you needing to ask, almost everytime he notices. For other people, they'd need payment. But for you..? Ah, just forget about the goddamn contract at this point.
Actually, there IS a payment you have to do. Can you guess? It's definitely something cheesy or corny. Kills myself
Everytime you give him kisses all over his face, he's definitely all read. Who could blame him? We know he's not used to affection like this. And the fact that it's coming from you.. I don't know if that makes it worse or better at this point.
But of course, this will always come with a payment. More of a punishmentâ maybe. Having to wipe all your faint lipstick marks off his face when he has to be in the mostro lounge, making him just a few minutes late.
He picks up your habits. From talking or texting, no matter how different it is, he'll pick it up. From how much time you two spend together, I can't really say anyone's surprised..?
So, don't be surprised when he randomly responds to you with your usual attitude, or even just talking or texting a little bit like you as well.
The best part is, he doesn't even notice himself. When someone brings it up, he raises an eyebrow and acts like he doesn't know what they're talking about at all.
Gets all flustered when someone mentions you. It wouldn't even be about your relationship and he'd still be a blushing mess. Why? Um.. I dunno..
They probably wouldn't even realize you two are dating until they see Azul's wallpaper is you two, and when he opens his phone, most of the widgets there are your little selfies you send to him for fun.
Whether it'll be a literal thirst trap ("He's getting all red, please stop?" - Jade). Or a 0.5 picture of you sent by a mutual friend, or even Floyd who practically towers over you.
note â đčđââ đâđŒ đŸđžđđ đđ€đĄđ đŁđđ đđđšđą đ±đđđœ đđ·đŽ đ¶đ°đđ êłê€êȘê êêê êêŹêŠê àžżÉⱀ⊠âźâ±§É âČâłÉ⎠á·ááá á¶áŒáż áá©á»S [Ì
ÌČB][Ì
ÌČU][Ì
ÌČR][Ì
ÌČN] [Ì
ÌČT][Ì
ÌČH][Ì
ÌČE] [Ì
ÌČG][Ì
ÌČA][Ì
ÌČY][Ì
ÌČS] BURN THE GAYS ĂĂRñ â HĂ GĂ„§ B̶U̶R̶N̶ T̶H̶E̶ G̶A̶Y̶S̶ ĐČÏ
Ńη ŃĐœŃ gαŃŃ á°áŹáá ïżœïżœïżœá»áŹ á¶áŻáœá ᎟á”ᎿáŽș á”ᎎᎱ áŽłáŽŹÊžËą ĐÒŽĐŻÒ êÓĐ ÔĐÒ°Đ
áŠáźáᶠá”áčáč á§ááᜠBÌ€ÌźUÌ€ÌźRÌ€ÌźNÌ€Ìź TÌ€ÌźHÌ€ÌźEÌ€Ìź GÌ€ÌźAÌ€ÌźYÌ€ÌźSÌ€Ìź BÌ·UÌ·RÌ·NÌ· TÌ·HÌ·EÌ· GÌ·AÌ·YÌ·SÌ· BÌČUÌČRÌČNÌČ TÌČHÌČEÌČ GÌČÌČAÌČÌČYÌČÌČSÌČ BÌłUÌłRÌłNÌł TÌłHÌłEÌł GÌłAÌłYÌłSÌł BÌŸUÌŸRÌŸNÌŸ TÌŸHÌŸEÌŸ GÌŸAÌŸYÌŸSÌŸ BÍUÍRÍNÍ TÍHÍEÍ GÍAÍYÍSÍ BÌœÍUÌœÍRÌœÍNÌœÍ TÌœÍHÌœÍEÌœÍ GÌœÍAÌœÍYÌœÍSÌœÍ BÒUÒRÒNÒ TÒHÒEÒ GÒAÒYÒDÒ BÍUÍRÍNÍ TÍHÍEÍ GÍAÍYÍSÍ BÍUÍRÍNÍ TÍHÍEÍ GÍAÍYÍSÍ BÌ»UÌ»RÌ»NÌ» TÌ»HÌ»EÌ» GÌ»AÌ»YÌ»SÌ» BÌŁUÌŁRÌŁNÌŁ TÌŁHÌŁEÌŁ GÌŁAÌŁYÌŁSÌŁ
#jianâs works!#twisted wonderland headcanons#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland#twst imagines#disney twst#twst x reader#twst headcanons#twst#twst riddle#riddle rosehearts x reader#riddle rosehearts#leona kingsholar x reader#leona kingscholar#azul ashengrotto x reader#azul ashengrotto#twst azul
1K notes
·
View notes
Note
Could you write a Lando or Oscar fic where the reader is on her period and accidentally bleeds through onto his sheets (cuz itâs his apartment) and only finds out when she wakes up w bad cramps in the middle of the night and then proceeds to try and fix it without them knowing but the driver wakes up in the middle of their struggle?
iâm always looking out, oscar piastri
warnings: mentions of menstruation
note: writing this to manifest my period coming soon đ (itâs a week late and iâm kinda panickingâŠ)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/921e8620df009c3ba382be34ad7438b0/ae63293e5bc5665c-8c/s540x810/2fd1cf1ecd4c5c8e9feb84ad321efb52f3361bef.jpg)
your mind was instantly in panic mode the moment you awoke to a sticky feeling between your legs. this was your worst nightmare. it could not be happening. it just couldnât be happening.
lifting the sheets a bit, you almost cried when you spotted to big red splotch on your boyfriendâs sheets. as carefully as possible, you pried away the duvet completely and swung your legs over the side. the movement was surprisingly smooth, but the moment you stilled, a painful cramp moved through your body and you had to bite you lip harshly to prevent yourself from whimpering out loud.
taking a moment to collect yourself, you took a deep breath before standing. your whole body was screaming for you to lay down again and curl into a ball until the pain subsided, but you couldnât. you needed to fix this first.
you took tentative steps towards the bathroom, taking a pair of clean pants with you so you could clean up yourself first. every step felt like a thousand shapes knives stabbing your uterus, and as you lowered yourself to sit on the toilet, you almost sighed out loud from the relief.
you had no idea how you were gonna get the sheets clean without waking oscar, but you were determined to try. he had been so tired since the season ended, and you wanted nothing more than to give him the peaceful sleep he deserved without interrupting him with your problems.
quietly slipping from the bathroom, through the bedroom where your boyfriend was still sleeping peacefully, completely obvious to your current panic, you made your way to the kitchen. you knew he kept his detergent under the kitchen sink, so you tiptoed over there, very careful as you opened the cupboard.
you dropped to your knees, your stomach aching painfully as you did so, to look for the right one, but the dark made it hard to see what you were doing, and in your quiet haste, you accidentally knocked one over, causing all the hidden away soap to clash together.
immediately stilling, your eyes flew up to carefully observe the doorway. your heart was beating out of your chest, your cheeks blooming red from the thought of being caught alone. for ten seconds you waited, but when no sounds were heard from the bedroom, you let out a breath of relief and got to your feet with the white cloth detergent clutched tightly in your hands. you couldnât put the sheets in the washer, not when oscar was laying on them, but you could try to remove the spot as good as possible before he woke up, and then wash them properly in the morning when he was out for his daily run.
it was a fool proof plan, one that could hardly go wrong, but as you opened the door to his bedroom once again and was met with the light on and your boyfriend tiredlyâbut with obvious concernâmissing with his eyes up at you, you almost broke down. his gaze held so much tenderness and when he said your name, his voice was filled with so much love that your knees almost gave out.
âwhat are you doing up, baby?â his voice was scratchy from sleep as he tried to survey the situation.
âiâ uhmâ i was justââ you tried to find the words, but you were too tired, too groggy and in too much pain to come up with a lie.
âand why are you carrying laundry detergent? whatâs happened, honey?â he was on his feet surprisingly quick, considering how tired he looked, but the look of fatigue on your face was enough to alarm him.
âiâ i was justââ you looked helplessly at your abandoned spot in his bed and he followed your eyes.
âdid you drop something on the sheets? you know i donât care, right?â he moved to your side to check the sheets, and the moment he spotted the red splotch, his face fell. you stood nailed to the ground, a feeling of horror filling your body as you watched him.
âoh, baby,â his voice dropped with sweetness and he was by your side in two long strides. âwhy didnât you wake me?â
his hands went to your shoulders, holding you so carefully that you couldnât keep yourself together anymore. âi donât know.â your voice cracked and tears gathered in your eyes, the last 20 minutes finally catching up to you. âi guess i justâ i mean itâs your bed! and iâm so embarrassed⊠but it just hurts so bad! iâm sorry, osc. iâm so sorry, i ruined your sheets, and your sleep, andââ
âwoah, baby, calm down.â he stopped your nervous rambling with a gentle hand to your cheek. âweâll figure this out, okay?â
you nodded as he led you out of the bedroom and into the guest room next door, where a clean bed was waiting. âhave you put on clean pants? or should i find you some? and a pad?â he was so eager to help that you couldnât help but smile.
âno, i already changed,â you mumbled, looking down your hands as you sat on the edge of the bed.
âalright, perfect.â he smiled softly as he stood himself directly in front of you. ânow, letâs get you back in bed and iâll get you some painkillers and a heating pad, yeah? and then iâll figure out the sheets.â
your head shot up, meeting his tender gaze as you tried to protest. âno, osc, you donât have to do that. itâs my mess, you shouldnât have toââ
âstop.â he cut you off. âi donât care that you woke me. i want you to wake me every time you need help, okay, love? because i love you. i love you so much, and i hate seeing you in distress, so i want to help you all that i can. i donât care if itâs 2 in the morning or in the middle of the day. i want to help, okay?â
tears gathered in your eyes at his words and you couldnât do anything but nod in reply. âi love you so much. youâre too good to me.â
âno. you deserve the world, baby. nothing is too good for you.â he leaned down to press a warm kiss to your lips, and you smiled as he pulled back and helped you get comfortable in his guest bed.
âiâll come join you in just a minute,â he promised as he softly padded out the room, and you sighed contentedly and snuggled into the soft duvet. oscarâs words echoed in your mind, and as you fell asleep, a soft smile was gracing your lips.
#f1#f1 x reader#formula 1#formula 1 x reader#f1 imagine#mclaren#mclaren racing#op81#op81 x reader#op81 x you#op81 x y/n#op81 fluff#op81 imagine#op81 fic#oscar piastri x yn#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri imagine#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri x fem!reader#f1 blurb#f1 fluff
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
between me and you, our little secret | suna rintarou
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/12322455c6f64378e06ca4e3d0ce144e/32157f9631bdfc3e-07/s540x810/c8e77b990ae76baa9012f8cc2944e027b181210e.jpg)
synopsis. rintarou can't keep hiding the fact that he is madly in love with you.
pairing. suna rintarou x fem!reader | wc. 1.3k | genres. secret & established relationship, fluff, down bad and jealous rinnie | warnings. suggestive in the beginning (i got carried away...)
notes. something came over me last night. the entire idea of this made me foam at the mouth. tbh this isn't supposed to be like a fic fic so that's why it's a mess đ. title definitely did not come from a one direction lyric đ.
either way hope you enjoy. and happy 300 (+19) followers. love yall.
you and rintarou both agree to be in a secret relationship. your reasoning being that you want to be able to have moments to yourselves without having to deal with the hassle of gossiping peers for now. (or in other words: not having to deal with an interrogation from the miyas).
it's full of sneaking around and hiding away from the prying eyes of your classmates. it's getting texts from him during lunch to meet him at the unused classroom on the third floor after school ends. you'd be waiting patiently, sitting atop one of desks there until he's finally able to slip his way in.
it's you being barely able to get a 'hi' in before rin's crashing his lips onto yours. his forcefulness causes your mouth to fall agape, and he doesn't hesitate to slide his tongue on yours. his hands stroke your thighs before they settle onto one of his favorite parts of your bodyâyour waist. (the reality being he can't choose a singular one. he adores everything about you). your arms drape themselves over his shoulders as the kiss deepens. your mouths move together in perfect harmony, sending waves of heat down to your stomach and ramping up the speed of your heartbeat.
it's seductively messy and hot that you can't help the mewl that escapes your throat. rintarou bites your bottom lip in response before trailing sloppy, open-mouth kisses down your jaw and neck. it doesn't last long because he craves the feeling of your lips against his so rin guides his head back up to get another taste of you. he devours you entirely until your lungs are begging for a breath of air.
it's you having to remind rin that he's going to be late to practice if he doesn't leave now, and he'll whine and groan complaints to you until your insistence forces him to comply, but he doesn't leave immediately, not without stealing another kiss from you.
a secret romance with suna rintarou means being able to have restrain in public or group settings. that's a lie. neither of you are very good at it because your fingers constantly graze each other when you walk side by side when you're with the twins. and if you're feeling brave, you'll wrap your hand around his index and middle fingers for a brief, fleeting moment, but it's enough to make the both of you long for more.
at group dinners, in the chance that rintarou is able to find a way to sit next to you, he'll sneak his hand onto your thigh or hand, tracing anything and everything onto your skin, all while making fun of atsumu from across the table. polygons. misshaped lines. animals. the characters of his name. the characters of yours. hearts. i love you's.
or in class, suna always has his eye on you no matter what you're doing. there's a constant feeling that someone's staring at you, and every single time, it's him. you turn back and give him a beaming grin that makes his heart melt.
one night, when you and rin are cuddling in your bed, you sleepily tell him that you're ready to launch your relationship. you say that he doesn't need to feel pressured by you. you'll wait for him to be ready too, no matter how long it may take.
it's in that moment he's reminded how special, precious, and considerate you are. he decides right there that if you're ready, then he is too. the only problem is how exactly do you launch a relationship? where does he even begin?
he's stuck on it for weeks, and he swears that the longer it takes him, the more he gets tested. because where did that loser from class 3 come from? he's dropped by every single day to talk to you and for a very obvious reason. suna can see the damn hearts swimming in the guy's eyes.
the longer he watches these interactions, the more it pisses him off. what gave him the right to breathe near you? it takes everything in your boyfriend to not approach the guy and tell him to fuck off. you'd probably get upset if he did that so rintarou forces himself to let his jealousy simmer.
it only gets worse after a particularly grueling match. he was worn down. all rin wanted to have see you, have lunch with the team, and go home.
you always come to games to support him and the twins. it's a routine at this point. you'd meet up with them once they got changed and congratulate everyone on their win. atsumu would then beg you to eat with them, and you'd insist that it's fine. rintarou sees right through you. you're always going to agree because it gives you an excuse to be around each other without anyone questioning it.
however, what isn't part of the routine is seeing his opponent flirt with you. it's so obvious that you're not comfortable, and the bastard can't seem to take a hint. the final thread of rin's patience snaps. his jealousy boils over.
he drops his bag and is fuming when he approaches the scene before him. your eyes widen at the sight of your boyfriend because you have never seen him this angry before. he doesn't bother saying anything to the bastard before him. instead, suna wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in to capture your lips in a searing kiss that you reciprocate instantly.
atsumu's gasp is so painfully loud and dramatic that it probably could have been heard around the world, and rintarou continues kissing you regardless. the only reason he stops is because he still feels the presence of his opponent that had the audacity to even try hitting on you.
"you're still here?" suna scorns, raising an eyebrow as he looks the guy up and down.
"what the hell are you-"
"kissing my girlfriend. am i not allowed to kiss my girlfriend anymore?" rin challenges with a tilt of his head.
the guy snaps his gaze to you. "what? you never said you had-"
"i did." you clarify with a dead glare. "i said it multiple times, and you didn't care to listen, asshat."
the guy bites his tongue, red in the face with embarrassment or rage or maybe both, and hustles away. when he's gone, rintarou finally calms down. he looks at you, feeling guilt rise in his stomach.
"sorry." your boyfriend apologizes. "i didn't mean for us to go public like that. i just-"
you laugh. "don't worry about it, love. i was getting fed up too. besides," your lips pull into a teasing smirk. "it was kinda hot. you should get jealous more often."
suna frowns slightly. "i'd rather not."
"tsumu, ya owe me twenty." osamu says apathetically. this effectively snaps you and rin back to the audience you completely forgot you had. every single one of them is gaping at their middle blocker.
"like hell i do!" atsumu protests.
you blink at osamu, jaw falling open slightly. "you made a bet?"
"and?" osamu shoots back as if putting money on your friend's relationship isn't a bizarre thing to do. your boyfriend opts out of saying anything else, and you have to stifle a laugh.
"hey! don't think yer gettin' out of this! ya have some explaining to do!" the blonde twin points an accusing finger at the both of you.
"sure atsumu. sure." rin dismisses the setter as he's finally, finally, able to interlock his fingers with yours for all eyes to see. you squeeze rin's hand as a warm feeling spreads throughout your body. a smile blooms on your pretty face.
never again will suna rintarou ever hide you from the world. he loves you with his entire being, and he'll spend the rest of his life making sure everyone knows it.
#anime#manga#haikyuu#hq#haikyu x reader#hq x reader#hq fluff#suna rintarou#suna rintaro x reader#suna x reader#suna fluff#suna rintaro fluff#â â fics â.áâĄ#⥠â hq#⥠â sunarin
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
pairing: alpha!soulmate!jeno x afab!omega!reader
words: 2.9k+
summary: your first meeting with the notorious lee jeno sends you spiraling into heat.
genre: smut
warnings: a/b/o dynamics, knotting, breeding kink, cunnilingus, degradation, mating, some public sex
âYouâre coming with me to the Governorâs Ball tonight.â
Your eyebrow raises at Hyewon, who is eagerly sitting across from you, practically jumping out of her seat. The Beta in her is naturally timid, so she must be extremely excited to be acting this way.
âAnd why would I do that?â You ask, displaying no interest in the event. âItâs just going to be a room filled with rowdy Alphas.â
âThatâs why weâre going, duh,â Hyewon says as if youâve lost a few brain cells. âIt wonât just be an event with any regular Alpha â these Alphas will be the most handsome and richest of all!â
Hyewon comes from an affluent family that has an expectation of her to marry wealthy. You know she has been trying for years to pair with any man who has millions in his bank account, yet none of them can match her standards.
You, on the other hand, couldnât care less about finding an Alpha to mate with. Youâve always envisioned yourself with a calmer Beta, someone who had realistic goals and expectations and wasnât driven by the feral nature of their genetics. Alphas are known for being possessive and dominant, and it just doesnât seem like an ideal relationship for you.
âHyewon, I really donât think thatâs my scene.â
âCome on,â she pouts at you. âDo you know how lucky you are to be an Omega? I would kill to present like you and have every Alpha bend to my whim.â
The statement is slightly exaggerated but not entirely untrue. As an Omega, you do recognize that you have more of a leverage with Alphas as your scent is naturally more alluring to them than a Betaâs. However, you have always opposed the idea that Omegas are solely born to satisfy Alphas. They see you as nothing but a hole to fill and a neck to be marked.
Hyewon clutches to your wrist and pleads loudly, drawing looks from other students lingering in the cafe.
âPlease, please, please-â
âOkay!â You huff, withdrawing your hand and looking down bashfully. âFine, Iâll go with you.â
She throws her arms up and cheers happily.
â
Hyewon wraps you in a stuffy, form fitting dress which is covered head to toe in expensive crystals. She insists you have to shine at the event in order to stand out from all the other Omegas in attendance tonight. Despite your indifference, you let her play dress up as she wants.
She tugs you into the lavish Governorâs Ball, where most of the political leaders of your town are gathered. Hyewonâs eyes lock into the Lee family, the most influential household in werewolf existence.
You donât know much about the Lee family despite their powerful presence, but Hyewon is quick to fill in the gaps. âThatâs Lee Taeyong,â she whispers to you as she points to the stoic man standing across the room. âHeâs the oldest, and heâs actually nicer than he looks. The one next to him is the middle child, Lee Mark.â The man she points to has a similar bored expression painting his face, slowly swirling his champagne glass to find a source of amusement. You can tell from the lilt in Hyewonâs voice that he is the Alpha she has her sights set on for the night. âAnd that guy is the youngest, Lee Jeno. Donât even try with him, heâs a waste of time.â
Your eyebrows furrow at the Alpha, who appears angrier than any other male in this ballroom. You can practically feel his disdain coursing through your veins.
âWhy is he so⊠grumpy?â
She laughs at your question. âI told you, heâs a waste of time. Heâs always pissed off at these events for no reason and hates it when any Beta or Omega tries to make conversation with him. Heâs the worst Lee brother to mate with.â
Hyewon soon leaves you to your own devices, heading off to try and win Mark over. You awkwardly make conversation with a few other Omegas around you, but they seem more interested in gathering the attention of the Lee brothers than actually engaging with you.
Midway through the event, you head to the bathroom down the corridor to freshen up. You gasp when you turn the corner and suddenly ram straight into someoneâs chest. Your champagne glass falls to the floor and shatters across the marble, but that is the last thing youâre concerned about.
Your body suddenly starts to feel like itâs on fire, heat spreading through your core rapidly. You choke and clutch your stomach, glancing up to see the reason behind your misery.
Jeno stands in front of you, eyes blooming red as he drinks you in. You pant and take a step back from him, recognizing the signs of your approaching heat.
But that canât be possible â your heat isnât due to come for another few weeks.
âW-What did y-you do-â You wheeze, embarrassed by the slick dampening your panties.
âOmega,â Jeno says, stern glare painting his face as he reaches for you. âCalm down.â
His fingers brush by your mating gland and you gasp. His touch feels like someone rubbed a match and lit a fire against your skin. You turn and run as fast as you can, reentering the ballroom and darting straight for Hyewonâs figure. Every Alphaâs head turns at the scent of your growing heat, baring their teeth at your lewd display.
âHyewon,â you beg, clutching her arm. âYou need to take me home.â
âWhatâs wrong? Are you okay?â
As a Beta, Hyewon canât smell your growing arousal or detect the signs of you going into your heat. All she sees is her friend with a desperate look on her face. Mark, who is standing across from her, shifts his predatory gaze to you. Hyewon notices the change in him and she quickly pulls you behind her.
âA-Are you going into heat?â She asks quietly.
You nod and whimper. She asks no further questions, wrenching your figure close to hers and locating the nearest exit. She shoves you into the first limousine in the parking lot and shuts the door behind her, shouting your address at the driver.
You grasp her elbow and cry. âHyewon, this is a strong one-â
A wave of arousal shoots down your spine, causing you to fall deeper and deeper into your subspace. If Hyewon doesnât lock you in your bedroom soon, youâre afraid you might offer yourself to the first Alpha you see.
âWhy didnât you say you were about to go into heat?â She chastises, grabbing a tissue to dab at your sweltering forehead. âLet me call Jaemin.â
You stop her from taking her phone out of her purse. âN-No, donât call him. I donât want him.â
âWhat? You always use Jaemin for your heats.â
âNo,â you shake your head, still unsure of why youâre denying her. Sheâs right â since your first heat, you have always asked Na Jaemin to come over and take care of you. He was a family friend and never took advantage of you at your worst. However, thereâs a sinking feeling in your gut thatâs telling you Jaemin is the last Alpha you want to see right now. âJust get me home.â
You barely register Hyewon helping you into your apartment, faintly remembering her guiding you to your bed.
âW-What should I-â
âPlease leave,â you say, writhing and desperately pulling at the zipper of your dress to get it off you. âTrust me, you donât want to see me like this.â
She frowns, her voice filled with concern. âBut-â
âPlease, Hyewon,â you plead. âThank you for getting me here but you need to leave.â
You hear the front door close just as you fling your dress to the floor, quickly locating your vibrator in your nightstand. You pull your panties to the side and sigh in relief when you sink the toy into your heat. It only quenches your pain slightly, but itâs enough to simmer down the fire in your belly.
Youâre unaware of how much time has passed when thereâs another knock at your door. Youâre writhing on the bed sheets, begging for another orgasm as your hand has grown tired of lazily pushing your vibrator in and out of your dripping pussy. Your fingers circle your clit slowly as you plead for the moon to end your misery.
You miss the sound of your door rattling off its hinges, mind overtaken by a cloud of fuzziness. Loud stomping echoes throughout your apartment and a large figure invades your room, growling when he sees the sight of you hopelessly twisting your hips to gain any sort of comfort.
A hand wraps around your throat and squeezes, forcing another gush of arousal to leak down your thighs.
âWhat do you think youâre doing, Omega?â His voice scarily questions, nearly spitting in your face. âHow dare you touch whatâs mine?â
They used to spread stories of true mates when you were in high school â stories of how when an Alpha meets the destined Omega they were born to be mated with, it would immediately send the Alpha and Omega into their corresponding ruts and heats. You always thought it was some odd wolf propaganda created centuries ago to carry on the belief that true mates still existed. However, as you look at Jeno hovering above you, there is no doubt in your mind that he is your true mate.
The fuzzy parts of your brain start to clear. âJ-Jeno?â
He grins, leaning down to lick at the shell of your ear. âThatâs Alpha to you. Present yourself.â
You scramble to follow his order, shoving your head into the pillow and arching your ass up in the air. He clicks his tongue mockingly.
âA pretty, submissive Omega. You know, I always wondered what cute little thing I was destined to end up with. I never thought the moon would grant me a beautiful mate like you,â he hums, digits collecting the remnants of your orgasm across your thighs. He groans as he licks the taste of you off his fingers. âYou want your Alphaâs knot, baby?â
You nearly unravel at the thought of him filling you deep with his cum, giving you so much of it that it spills out of your tiny pussy.
âA-Alpha,â you whine. âPlease Alpha, please knot me.â
You hear the clink of his belt buckle and your body thrums in excitement. He plants his knees down on the mattress, shrugging off his slacks and throwing his stuffy blazer to the side. He ducks his head to lick a stripe up your folds.
You shudder, bunching the sheets in your fists and practically sobbing at the need to have his cock inside of you. Youâve never felt this hopeless during your heat before, never craved another Alphaâs cock like this.
Jenoâs hands tighten around your hips as he laps at your cunt, groaning at the sweetness of your taste. It only takes a few seconds for you to gush into his waiting mouth, the sounds of him eagerly swallowing your release filling the room.
Your body slumps on the mattress at the weight of your orgasm. You barely have time to recover when you feel his tip prodding your entrance.
He growls. âBeg for my cock, Omega whore.â
âPlease, Alpha, please fuck me. I want your knot to fill my pretty pussy, want you to mark me and make me yours-â
The thought of you being mated to him is what sends Jeno feral. He pushes his cock inside your waiting hole, slick dripping down your thighs and giving him easy access to slide in. You sigh in relief when heâs finally deep inside you, quelling the fire in your stomach that was pleading for him.
He doesnât waste time â ramming into you at an inhuman speed, hands angrily digging into your sides and slapping your ass until his palm is imprinted on your backside. Your head lolls to the side, officially giving Jeno complete control to use you as you wish.
Just like with your other heats, your body throws you into climax after climax until the pleasure molds itself into your skin. Jeno is still spitting the most filthy, degrading words at you as his knot slowly approaches.
âLook at you, silly Omega. Offering yourself up to the first Alpha you see. Would you have given this cunt to someone else, hm? Let them take whatâs rightfully mine?â At the shake of your head, he smirks. âThatâs right. Pretty Omegaâs pussy is made only for me. Designed for my knot, designed to breed for my future pups.â
The thought of him impregnating you with the future of the respected Lee line prompts you over the edge again. Jeno hisses and grabs the back of your neck, hoisting you up easily to his chest as you hear the sound of his balls slapping against your cunt forcefully.
âGonna keep cumming around your Alphaâs cock? Never had a heat like this one before, have you, baby? Thatâs because the moon has finally brought you to your true mate, and you never have to spend another heat without me again.â
You cry in pleasure at the thought of being able to spend every heat with Jeno. You never minded Jaemin being your heat partner, but this satisfaction and connection is something youâve never felt with anyone else. You genuinely think youâll die if you go through another heat without Jeno beside you.
âA-Alpha,â you whimper, steadily holding onto his arm thatâs securely wrapped around your middle. âPlease knot me, Alpha. Youâre the only one who can.â
âYeah?â He groans at how desperate you sound for him. âWant your Alphaâs big knot? Want to be bred like a good little Omega?â
You nearly sob. âY-Yes! Yes, please!â
He tilts your head and exposes your neck. His fingers carefully run over your mating gland, causing a shiver to run down your spine.
âAnd this? Is this for me to mark, Omega?â
You frantically nod. âYes, Alpha. Only for you.â
You know itâs a big step, a permanent marking that would tie Jenoâs Alpha to your Omega forever. Your mind screams at you to reconsider this decision when you have a clearer head, but your heart tells you that thereâs nothing to mull over â Jeno is your Alpha and you need the whole world to know.
As his knot begins to swell inside you, his teeth sink into your mating gland, uniting your souls into one. Every feeling Jenoâs ever had courses through your veins, multiplying your pleasure tenfold. Your thighs begin to shake at the amount of gratification flowing through your body.
You almost pass out from the overwhelming sensation, and your body goes slack in Jenoâs hold. His cum shoots deep into your womb, filling you and marking you as his until his release is leaking down your thighs.
You both collapse on the mattress, with Jeno pulling you close to ensure his knot stays rooted deep inside you.
Your head starts to free from your subspace temporarily, and you carefully scan your room as he licks at the wound on your neck to clean you up.
âDid you- Did you break my door?â
Indeed, you can see your front door laying flat in the hallway, nearly shattered. Jeno hums softly.
âIt was in my way.â
You think about how your apartment floor mustâve had to evacuate from the profound smell of your scent mixed with Jenoâs. You would feel guilty about it but considering Jeno has no shame over it, his emotions overpower yours.
âWant to fuck you again, Omega,â he hisses against your skin. âLove being mated to you.â
His honest confession forces another wave of arousal to spill from your pussy, leaking around his knot.
âYeah, Alpha?â
He grunts and starts thrusting into you again, only being able to move a few inches as his knot is still plugging his cum into you. You gasp and pull him down to kiss you.
âMy friend-â you murmur in between moans. âMy friend told me you hate Betas and Omegas.â
âOf course I do,â he hisses, propping your leg over his hip so he can push in deeper. âI hate every Beta and Omega who thinks they have a shot at being my mate.â
âYou looked so grumpy when I first saw you.â
âI am grumpy,â he mumbles, hands darting to knead your breasts. âGrumpy for everyone except you.â
He grins when you squirt around his knot, your cunt sensitive from the constant rounds of fucking. Your eyes roll to the back of your head at your unexpected orgasm, body twitching in your Alphaâs hold.
Jeno fucks you until the sun rises to indicate the start of a new day. You two barely sleep, exploring various positions throughout your apartment and even the hallway of your complex, ushering more and more residents on the lower floors to evacuate from your scents. Their dirty looks are quickly changed when they see the notorious Lee brother claiming his new mate for all to see.
His cock doesnât allow your pussy to rest until heâs sure youâve been impregnated.
When you finally come to, youâre sprawled on your living room floor with a mix of your slick and Jenoâs cum surrounding you. He continues to lick at your skin as if heâll die without fully receiving his taste of you.
Itâs odd since despite only knowing him for less than a day, you feel like youâve known him your whole life.
âI want-â you pant, trying to regain your breath. âI want to fuck you forever.â
He chuckles. âIs that so, Omega?â He raises his head to see you, a predatory gaze lingering in his eyes. You wonder if you have it in you to go another few rounds.
âLucky for you, weâre mated for life. Iâm not going anywhere.â
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
this is miguel oâhara being a dick
pairing: miguel oâhara x fem!reader
-
miguel knows heâs fucked.
he has been neglecting you, putting his work above your needs and ditched on dates he canât count with his fingers. at first you were okay, given that youâre dating such a busy man like him, you understand the consequences.
but youâve had enough. there were nights where you cooked dinner, only to be left untouched by him or where you softly cried yourself in the middle of the night because he was still out. the only time he comes home is when youâre already asleep, then he left to the HQ in the morning before youâve gotten the chance to wake up.
you confronted him about this. paid a visit to his office before going to work. Jess and Lyla had warned you to not disturb him but you managed to make them back off with a single frightening look.
yes. they are scared of you. a lot of them are. they do not want to test you at all.
the moment you stepped into his office, he didnât even bother to look. eyes were just too focused on his work that he assumed Jess was the one who walked in.
âoh, youâre fucking your co-worker now?â your tone laced with sarcasm and anger with arms crossed over your chest,
hearing the familiar voice, he had never whipped his head so fast. ây/n? what are you doing here?â
âwellâ you start, heels clicking against the floor as you step towards him. âsince my boyfriend has been MIA for almost a week i figured i should stopped by.â
his head shook, turning his focus back to what he thought mattered most. ânot right now, mi amor. Iâm working.â
âi can see that, dumbassâ you respond in a cold tone. frowning as to why he couldnât take one second off from that god damn screen. âyou and me are going to get breakfast together. now. before i go to work.â
âi told you I canât. Iâm busyâ he replies, brushing you off with his hand. ânext time.â
âiâm a busy woman too!â your voice shakes, wanting so bad to scream at him and throw that tiny desk at his head. âbut I always want to make time for you, Miguel!â
no response. he muttered something under his breath but you couldnât hear him.
un-fucking-believable
âyouâre such a fucking asshole, you know that?â tone laced with venom as you spit the words. clenching your fists by your side as you struggle to hold back the tears. âi feel like this relationship is one sided, the only person that is truly making an effort is me. you donâtââ
Miguel couldnât take it anymore. he threw a desk and it went flying, thankfully it didnât hit you. though your eyes went wide in shock, a loud gasp left your lips as you covered your mouth with your hands.
âyouâre right! I donât! I donât care about some silly little fucking breakfast when the universe depends on me!â he pointed at himself as his irises turned red when he looked at you. his breathing went heavy and he still wasnât aware how scared you were at him at that point.
âdo you have any idea how fucking hard it is to keep all this shit together?! how many people will die if i donât do what i gotta do! I donât always like it, y/n but i have to do it! and here you are trying to play house with me itâs fucking pathetic!â he scoffed, putting his hands on hips.
oh he did not realize how much his words hurt.
the room was filled with silence. you stared at him in disbelief but remained a stoic expression. you were taught better than to be weak before any men. Miguel was no exception. your mother would be disappointed if you let a man win.
âwowâ you breathed, nodding. âthat was a good speech actually, the longest one Iâve ever heard you talkingâ you tried to sound sarcastic but how you felt and how you sounded failed you.
Miguel was quick to notice this and his features quickly soften. he reached out quickly to hold you.
âcariño iââ
âIâm returning back to my apartment by five. do not fucking look for meâ it was final. the way you said it, how your eyes remained empty as you spoke to him. Miguel knew better than to test you,
but he just did and now heâs paying the price,
his heart broke when he heard you said that. you were so tired of him and you just wanted him back. you want your man back but he couldnât see how that mattered to you.
âbaby, pleaseââ
you held your hand as you turned around. âdonât you even think about sending Jess or Miles my way.â
with that you walked out of his office without uttering another word. leaving him speechless and heartbroken. he knew better than to follow you out, it would just make things worse. he was just going to let you cool off.
he didnât know how long it was gonna take.
it has been almost a month that you two have been living separately. and heâs losing his mind. he canât sleep, he canât eat, he can barely walk out of the house without seeing all the things that remind him of you. the team even sensed something is wrong because he has been more short tempered than before and it almost made the rest of spider society terrified of talking to him.
heâs gotten more violent, thatâs for sure. every enemy he encountered, he would leave them bleed with their faces unrecognizable. it was his way of taking his stress out. not exactly healthy but itâll do for now.
but he thinks that this has gotten too far. he misses you terribly, your scent, your laugh, your voice, your body, and mostly⊠your pussy
God, the amount of times he sniffed your panties while he jacked off as the image of you clouded his mind was simply not enough.
and now here he stands before your apartment door. dressed nicely in a white buttoned up shirt with his sleeves rolled to the elbows and a pair of black pants. his ring cladded fingers nervously grip around the boquete as the other hand shoved into his pocket.
Miguel had never been this nervous before. toeing his shoes and tapping his toes against the floor rapidly. itâs probably already been fifteen minutes that heâs standing like that staring at your door. thinking far too carefully what he wants to say.
he decides itâs now or never as he raises his fist and knock softly against the wooden door, hoping that youâre home.
âcoming!â he hears your voice, his stomach somersaults hearing that after what it felt like a thousand year. âi am so hungry, why are you delivery guys always taking soââ
soon as you open the door, you freeze. definitely not the takeout delivery boy and instead itâs the one person youâve been avoiding for God knows how long.
Miguelâs mouth hangs open slightly as he slowly taking in the sight of the gorgeous woman before him. you put on your favorite lime green night gown that stops just above your knees with a white silky robe, your hair fall down gracefully. natural curls framing your face. eyes glinting under the light, he almost falls to his knees and thank the Lord for your existence.
beauty doesnât even begin to describe how you look tonight.
Miguel realizes how he probably looks like an idiot. clearing his throat to regain his composure as he smiles awkwardly at you. âHi.â
you stare at him as your features then showcase a displeased expression. âwhat are you doing here?â
youâre leaning your body against the doorframe, arms crossed in annoyance. eyes flickering from his face to the flowers heâs holding and back up to his eyes. as much as you hate to see him, you canât help that little feeling of butterflies in your stomach when you see the flowers heâs holding.
tulips. your favorite
he takes a one step closer to your frame, breathing out a sigh as he looks down at you. âIâm sorry, mi amor.â
that earns a scoff from you, looking away. âgood start.â
âi was a horrible boyfriend.â he admits, gulping as he sees how sadness and exhaustion taking over your face just like that. âyou donât deserve that. what i said to you that day⊠none of it was true. you were not⊠pathetic, nor were the idea of having breakfast together⊠I appreciate every single thing weâve done together, baby. believe me, por favorâŠâ
a hard stare is the only thing he gets from you. the way your lips form into an angry pout and how your eyes seem to get tired and bored from his confession.
youâre a difficult person to please. he knows that.
âi know that being stress is no excuse of what Iâve done⊠I shouldâveâfuck I shouldâve done better. a month without you was like hell, mi corazon. ay, me sentĂ como si estuviera perdiendo la cabeza.â he sighs in frustration, head shaking as he recalls many sleepless nights. âi love you so so much. i do not want to go through that again ⊠i know that itâs going to take forever to get your trust back and everything, but i swear on my motherâs grave that iââ
âstop talkingâ
he shuts his mouth after that. eyes looking up to you when he realizes youâre talking to him after a prolonged silence thatâs taking over.
seeing how broken he looks almost feels like your heart got plucked. as mean as you are or as much as you wanted to look like you donât care, you canât when it comes to Miguel. you love this man far too much and despite his cold cold persona, thatâs a huge sweetheart underneath.
âyou hurt me, Miguel.â eyes casting down the floor as you try to keep your voice low. âyou threw a desk to my directionâŠâ
he shakes his head at that, resisting the urge to cradle your cheek. âlo siento, mi amor. I didnât meanââ
âyes i know, i heard you.â you sigh, eyes closed momentarily. âyou scared meâ
Miguel feels his heart breaks when he hears how your voice breaks. he carefully lifts his hand to softly palm your cheek, thumb grazing against the skin. he exhales a soft sigh when you arenât pushing him off.
âI didnât mean to do that to you, my love. fuck, Iâve hurt you. i will never forgive myself for that. i was supposed to be the one who protect you and i was being a huge asshole.â
âa cute one thoughâ you pout at him,
he chuckles at that, feeling the tension between you two are finally cutting down. âyouâre too sweet, baby⊠after all i had done to youâ
ânothing compared to how you treated me for the past two and a half years.â you smile sweetly at him, hand wrapping around his wrist. feeling at home once he holds you in his palm. âstill a good man.â
he shakes his head in disagreement. âno, no that doesnât excuse it⊠i was in the wrong.â
you hum in response, looking at the pretty flowers still in his hand. âare those for me?â
he nods with a smile, âyouâre my only woman, no?â
you bite the inside of your cheek as you smile, taking it from his grasp as you sniff the pretty petals. âi love them. thank you.â
he once again goes quiet, taking another step closer. eyes looking down at your glossy lips and he canât take it anymore. he doesnât care if heâs stepping boundaries here. âi miss you, cariño. can i show you just how much?â
his offer sends shiver down your spine, making it impossible for you to stand still. Miguel always knows your sweet spot, how to make your knees feel wobbly without having him to touch you.
you do miss him touching you,
âi have a ballet class to teach tomorrow, papi. Saturday morning class, you remember ?â a pout formed on your lips, yet you still allow him to pull you close to him as he closes the door behind. âplus donât you have work too? i bet Jess needs you.â
Migue nearly growls at you calling him âpapiâ. his jeans growing tight as you look up to him with doe eyes that you know he loves. though sometimes, you donât understand the effect you have on him.
âthat can wait⊠youâre more important to me than anythingâ he whispers, giving your open hand a kiss. large palm coming down to grip your waist, giving it a light squeeze. âdo you want me too?â
you respond with a slow nod, biting back a smile as you interlock your hand with his pulling him inside. his smirk grows wider as he leans over to capture your mouth in his,
âlet me fuck you real good then we can come home, eh mi vida?â he promises against your lips, slipping your soft silky robe off of you before picking you up in bridal style causing to shriek and giggle,
âi wanna hear you scream my name.â
-
part 2?
8K notes
·
View notes
Text
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/a1322d567f99b8ef72da5fd4850b695a/8c24dc177bee4a68-62/s540x810/d473407ea52341c446b0e26f1c58dbdecdc4d952.jpg)
it started with the faint buzz of your phone on the nightstand, vibrating so persistently it startled you out of half-sleep. you grabbed it, squinting at the screen to see chris's name flashing. it wasnât unusual for him to call, but at nearly two in the morning? that wasnât normal.
âwhat the hell do you want?â you answered, voice raspy from sleep. âyo,â he slurred, dragging the word out. his voice sounded distant, like it was fighting through static and something else.
you sat up, rubbing your face. âare you drunk?â
ânah,â he said, then paused. âwell, kinda. not drunk. high. like, really fuckinâ high.â there was another pause. then he laughed softly. âsorry, is that rude? donât know why iâm apologizinâ. i justâfuck, nevermind.â
âwhatâs up? you woke me up, dumbass.â but your irritation was mostly for show, your tone softening.
chris and you had always been like thisâbanter that felt like a second language, jokes that only the two of you got. youâd been friends for years, meeting in high school when heâd transferred to your school halfway through junior year. he was scruffy, cocky, and way too confident for his own good. but beneath that? he was sweet in ways he didnât let many people see.
you leaned back against the headboard, adjusting to the idea that you werenât getting back to sleep anytime soon.
âjust..missed your voice, i think.â he said it so simply, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
your stomach did that annoying little flip at his words, and you cursed it silently. thereâd always been something unspoken between you two. maybe it was the way he sometimes looked at you like you were the only person in the room. or the way his hand would linger on your back when you hugged goodbye. but youâd both avoided it, burying it under layers of sarcasm and jokes.
âyouâre so full of shit,â you said, rolling your eyes even though he couldnât see you. ânah, swear to god,â he said, voice still soft but with a hint of that teasing edge he always had. âcan i-can i come over?â
âchris, itâs the middle of the nightââ
âi know, i know. but i just... i really wanna see you. please.â
something in his voice made your chest ache a little. âfine. but if you wake my neighbors, iâm kicking your ass.â
âpromise. be there in ten.â
ten minutes later, there was a soft knock at your door. you opened it to find him standing there, hoodie pulled over his head. his hair was a mess, and his eyes were glassy, but he grinned when he saw you.
âyou look cute,â he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.
âshut up,â you said, shutting the door behind him. you were just in an oversized t-shirt and shorts, and you felt a little self-conscious under his gaze.
he flopped onto your couch, stretching out like he owned the place you grabbed a bottle of water from the kitchen and tossed it at him. âdrink that. you look like shit,â you said, sitting down next to him. he smelled faintly like weed and the cheap cologne he always wore, and it made your chest ache a little in a way you didnât want to examine too closely.
âthanks, babe. love the support.â but he opened the bottle and took a long sip, sighing afterward.
âso, whatâs this all about?â you asked, pulling your legs up beneath you.
he rubbed the back of his neck, looking uncharacteristically unsure. âdunno. just..couldnât stop thinkinâ about you.â
you laughed, trying to brush it off. âyeah, right. youâre high as shit. you probably couldnât stop thinking about pizza, too.â
ânah, iâm serious.â his voice was quieter now, and when you looked at him, his eyes were on you, steady and unflinching. âi mean it. youâre all iâve been thinkinâ about lately, and itâs been drivinâ me fuckinâ insane.â
your heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might break through your chest. âyouâre just saying this because youâre high,â you said weakly, not meeting his eyes.
âbullshit,â he shot back, his voice sharper now. âthis isnât the weed talkinâ, alright? this is me. iâve been feelinâ this way for ages, but i didnât wanna fuck shit up between us. but, god, itâs killinâ me,â he paused for a moment. âbut tonight i was sittinâ at home, high as fuck, and i just couldnât stop thinking about you. like, your stupid laugh, and the way you always steal my fries even when you say youâre not hungry, and how youâfuck, this is so embarrassing.â
you stared at him, your mouth slightly open but no words coming out.
he looked up at you, his eyes serious now. âi think iâm in love with you. no, fuck that, i know iâm in love with you. and i donât know what to do about it, âcause i donât wanna lose you, but i also canât keep pretendinâ i donât feel this way.â
you felt like the air had been knocked out of you. you sat there, stunned, your brain scrambling to process what heâd just said.
âsay something,â he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. âplease.â
you swallowed hard, your mind spinning, and he laughed bitterly. âshit, i knew this was a bad idea,â he muttered, running a hand through his hair. âforget i said anything, alright? justâfuck. iâm sorry.â
he started to get up, but you grabbed his wrist before you even realized what you were doing. âwait.â
he froze, looking down at you, and you swallowed hard. âyouâre not..wrong,â you admitted quietly.
his eyebrows pulled together. âwhat do you mean?â
you hesitated, but only because you were scared. scared of what this could mean, of how things might change. but then you thought about all the little moments over the yearsâhis hand brushing against yours, the way his smile could light up your worst days, the way he always knew exactly how to make you laugh.
âi meanâi think about you, too,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper. âbut i didnât wanna ruin anything, either.â
for a moment, he just stared at you, like he couldnât quite believe what he was hearing. then, slowly, he sat back down. âyeah?â he asked, his voice softer now.
âyeah,â you said, meeting his eyes.
his eyes widened, and for a moment, he just stared at you like he couldnât believe what heâd heard.
then he did move, leaning in just a little, his gaze flicking to your lips. âcan i kiss you?â he asked, his voice low and a little raspy. your breath caught, but you nodded. âyeah.â
and then his lips were on yours, soft and warm and a little hesitant at first, like he wasnât sure if he was allowed to want this as much as he did. but when you kissed him back, threading your fingers through his hair, he deepened the kiss, his hands coming up to cup your face like he was afraid you might disappear if he didnât hold on tight enough.
it wasnât perfectâhis nose bumped yours, and you could taste the faint tang of weed on his lipsâbut it didnât matter. it was warm and messy and real, and it made your heart feel like it was about to burst.
when he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, he was smilingâthis soft, almost disbelieving smile that made your chest ache in the best way.
âfuck,â he whispered. âthat was..better than i imagined.â you laughed softly, your cheeks burning. âyouâve imagined this?â
âyeah,â he admitted, his smile turning sheepish. âa lot, actually.â
you rolled your eyes, but you couldnât stop smiling. âyouâre such an idiot.â
âyour idiot,â he said, grinning.
you groaned, shoving him lightly, but he just laughed, pulling you into his arms. and for the first time, it felt like everything was exactly as it should be.
#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo#sturniolo#sturniolos#christopher sturniolo#chris sturniolo x reader#chris sturiolo fanfic#chris sturniolo oneshot#chris sturniolo blurb#chris sturniolo fluff
902 notes
·
View notes
Note
can i req aaron with an s/o who's ovulating or has a high sex drive and is easily turned on by him (regardless of if he's trying to or not)
The Hotchner effect | [A.H]
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader | WC: 2.0k | CW: MDNI, 18+, smut, Couch sex.
A/N: WellâŠâŠ this was the smut I was excited about writing the night before I was hit by that car. So, here you guys go ;) To anyone interested: I've almost made a full recovery at this point. In a couple of days I'll probably be 100% fine again :D
You always thought you had decent control over yourself and your bodyâat least until you met Aaron Hotchner. Somehow, just being around him tested your limits, especially when he wasnât even trying. Every. Single. Day. Whether it was his voice, as low and commanding as it was when you visited him in the middle of a case brief at the BAU, or the way his tie shifted as he rolled up his sleeves, everything he did made your heart raceâand that was on a normal day.
But today? Today, your hormones were in overdrive. Ovulating didnât just make you aware of him; it made everything he did feel like it was specifically designed to unravel you. All of your senses tuned onto his wavelengths.
His scent lingering in the sheetsâhypnotizing.
The sound of his footsteps across the floorâears perked.
Every little twitch and movement he madeâyou suddenly had 20/20 vision.
Like now, as he stood in the kitchen casually pouring himself a cup of coffee before retreating back to his office. The crisp white shirt he wore hugged his frame just right, the fabric stretched taut across his broad shoulders, his suit jacket long forgotten on the back of his chair after he had returned home.
He wasnât even speaking, but the way he leaned against the counter, so composed and yet so authoritative, was enough to make your stomach flip and your thoughts veer wildly off course.
âAre you alright?â His voice cut through your haze, and you froze, realizing youâd been staring at him.
âUh, yeah! Fine. Totally fine,â you said quickly, reaching for a cup as if that was why youâd been standing there in the first place.
His lips twitched in a faint smile, and you cursed internally because even that was hot. Damn him.
The problem was, Aaron knew. Maybe not the full extent of it, but he was far too observant not to notice the way your breath hitched when he looked at you or how your cheeks flushed whenever he got too close. And right now, you could see the flicker of amusement in his dark eyes as he stepped closer, seemingly to grab the sugar.
âSure youâre fine?â he murmured, his voice dipping just enough to send a shiver down your spine.
You gripped the counter, your body betraying you as heat flushed through your skin. âY-yeah. Why wouldnât I be?â
His gaze lingered, assessing, and for a moment, you thought he might press further. But instead, he leaned back, sipping his coffee, completely unbothered by the chaos he was causing inside you.
The rest of the day wasnât any better. Whether it was the way he adjusted his tie, the faint scruff on his jaw after a long phone call, or how his hand brushed yours when he came out of the office for a moment, you were practically vibrating with tension.
By the time he finished his workload, you were ready to combust.
Aaron was undoing his cufflinks when you finally snapped. âDo you have any idea what you do to me?â you blurted, crossing your arms as you stood in the middle of the living room.
He glanced up, eyebrows raised, but the smirk tugging at his lips told you everything. âI might have an idea,â he said, his voice smooth as silk, and damn him again because he was still so calm, so composed, while you were unraveling.
âYouâre driving me insane, Aaron,â you confessed, and this time, his smirk softened into something deeper, more knowing.
âCome here,â he said, his tone shifting, and the weight of it alone made your knees weak.
You didnât hesitate, crossing the space between you in an instant. His hands found your waist, pulling you close as his lips brushed your temple. âYou know,â he murmured, his breath warm against your skin, âIâve been trying to keep my distance all day because I could tell you were⊠distracted.â
You let out a soft, breathless laugh. âDistracted is an understatement.â
His fingers tightened slightly on your hips, his lips grazing your ear now. âWell, sweetheart, Iâm all yours now.â
And that was all it took for you to finally close the gap, pulling him into a kiss that was every bit as heated as the tension that had been simmering between you all day.
As soon as your lips met, it was like all the pent-up desire and arousal from the day came pouring out in a wave of pure, unbridled passion. Your kiss was hungry, almost feral, your hands roaming over Aaron's body as if trying to memorize every edge and angle.
Aaron groaned into your mouth, his own hands slipping under your shirt to explore the soft skin of your back. He tugged impatiently at the fabric, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over your head and toss it aside before his fingers quickly found the clasp of your bra and unhooked it.
His gaze raked over your exposed breasts as he freed them.
"Fuck, baby," he growled, palming your one, the callous on his fingers rough against your skin. "You're so gorgeous. I can't get enough of you."
His words sent a shiver down your spine, your nipples hardening almost painfully under his touch. You arched into his hand, a needy whimper escaping your lips. He took the opportunity to lower his head and capture one of your nipples between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to send a jolt of pleasurable pain straight to your core.
You cried out, tangling your fingers in his hair and holding him close. He lavished attention on your breasts, alternating between nipping and sucking until you were writhing against him, your body aching for more. Your hands scrabbled at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours.
Aaron seemed to understand, moving back just long enough to yank his shirt off before continuing his attack on you again. The feel of his bare chest against yours was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through your nerves. You ran your hands over his muscles, marveling at the way they flexed beneath your touch.
Your arousal was growing with each passing second, and your panties soaked. You could feel the heat building between your legs, your body crying out for release. Aaron seemed to sense it, his hands sliding down to the waistband of your pants.
He looked up at you, his eyes dark with lust. "Tell me what you need, baby," he murmured, his fingers toying with the button. "Tell me how you want me to make you feel."
His words were like a match thrown in a puddle of gasoline, igniting the fire in your veins. "I need you," you gasped, your hips bucking against his hand. "I need you inside me. Please, Aaron, fuck me."
A wicked grin spread across Aaron's face, his eyes glinting with promise. "With pleasure," he purred, popping the button of your pants and sliding them down your legs. You kicked them off eagerly, leaving you in nothing but a damp pair of panties.
Aaron drank in the sight of you, his gaze trailing over every inch of exposed skin. "God, you're perfect," he breathed, running a finger along the edge of your panties. "So perfect."
He hooked his fingers under the fabric, slowly pulling them down and baring you completely to his hungry gaze. You flushed under his scrutiny, but the heat of his stare only served to fuel your desire. He leaned you back, the weight os his body pressing against you as your back hit the cushion of the couch.
"I'm going to taste every inch of you," he promised as he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, his breath ghosting over your sensitive skin. "I'm going to make you come so hard you forget your own name."
And with that, he buried his face between your legs, his tongue delving into your already dripping folds. You cried out at the first touch, your back arching off the couch. He lapped at you greedily, his tongue exploring every crevice and fold, finding all the spots that made you gasp and moan. He knew you too well.
Your hands flew to his hair, holding him in place as he worked you over with skill. Your thighs trembled on either side of his head, your hips rocking against his mouth in a desperate search for more. He obliged happily, sliding two fingers inside you and curling them just right, hitting the spot that made stars blind your vision.
"Oh god, Aaron," you keened, your head thrashing from side to side. "Don't stop, please don't stop. I'm so close."
He doubled his efforts, sucking hard on your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, building and building until it finally washed over you in a tidal wave of ecstasy.
You screamed his name as you came, your body convulsing beneath him. He worked you through it, prolonging your orgasm until you were boneless and spent, collapsing back against the mattress. But Aaron was far from done with you.
He crawled up your body, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that tasted of your own arousal. You could feel his stiffness pressing against you, hot and insistent. Breaking the kiss, he reached down to undo his pants, shoving them down just far enough to free his cock.
"I need to be inside you," he grunted, positioning himself at your entrance. "I need to feel you wrapped around me. Think you can take one more, for me?"
You nodded breathlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist. He surged forward, burying himself inside you with one smooth thrust. You both groaned at the sensation, your bodies fitting together like they were made for each other.
Aaron set a hard and fast pace, his hips snapping against yours with each powerful stroke. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your moans and cries of pleasure. He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, changing the angle and allowing him to go even deeper.
"You feel amazing," he panted, his eyes locked on yours. "So tight and wet and perfect. I never want this to end."
His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, your walls clenching around him in response, your eyes watering from pure bliss. He groaned at the sensation, his thrusts becoming erratic and uncoordinated as he chased his own release.
You could feel another orgasm building low in your belly, your body coiling tighter and tighter with each pass of his cock. "Harder," you gasped, digging your nails into his back. "Fuck me harder, Aaron."
He obliged with a guttural moan, hammering into you with all his strength. The bed creaked beneath you, rocking with the force of his thrusts. You could feel him pulsing inside you, growing thicker and harder with each passing second.
"Cum for me, baby," he groaned, his voice strained with effort. "Come all over my cock. I want to feel you squeezing me."
His words were all it took to send you hurtling over the edge once more. You came with a near-silent scream, your body shuddering and convulsing beneath him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you. Aaron followed a second later, burying himself deep inside you and flooding your womb with his seed.
He collapsed on top of you, both of you gasping for breath as you rode out the aftershocks of your orgasms. He pressed soft kisses to your face and neck, murmuring words of love and devotion against your skin.
"I love you," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," you whispered back, tangling your fingers in his hair. "More than anything."
He smiled against your skin, rolling onto his side and pulling you close. You nestled into his arms, your body still tingling with pleasure. As you drifted off to sleep, safe and sated in his embrace, you knew that this was where you belonged.
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/de841e9e34b1c746d2dbd351d3c9cf3d/feb1ae7e735881b3-20/s540x810/aa9941860be8124becfe3a0370ef8d52133e3624.jpg)
#aaron hotchner#criminal minds#aaron hotchner x reader#hotch#hotch thoughts#criminal minds x reader#hotchner#hotch x you#aaron hotchner x y/n#aaron hotchner x you#aaron hotchner x female reader#aaron hotchner fanfiction#aaron hotchner fic#aaron hotchner fanfic#ssa aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner imagine#aaron hotch hotchner#aaron hotchner one shot#aaron hotch fanfiction#aaron hotch x reader#aaron hotch imagine#thomas gibson#criminal minds fic#criminal minds fandom#criminal minds fanfiction#criminal minds one shot#criminal minds fanfic#criminal minds smut#aaron hotchner smut
639 notes
·
View notes