#already thinking about what I want on my forehead and I haven’t even finished my leaves lmao

[p0orbaby]

R thinks Alexia is embarrassed to be dating her because R hasn't met her friends when in reality she doesn't want the team to scare R away.

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The first thing you notice when Alexia walks through the door is her expression. A mix of contentment and exhaustion, like she’s just finished saving the world but could still go another round if she had to. Her hair is tied back in that effortlessly perfect way that you’ve never quite managed to replicate, no matter how many YouTube tutorials you’ve watched.

“Hey,” she says, setting down a bag of groceries on the counter like it didn’t cost her at least fifty euros for whatever organic nonsense she’s insisted on this week.

“Hi,” you reply, the word clipped, your voice low.

She pauses, turning to look at you with that face. The one that says she’s already analysing the situation and will probably win whatever argument is about to unfold. You hate that she’s good at this. You hate even more that you’ve already lost, but you press forward anyway.

“So,” you start, trying for casual but landing somewhere closer to brittle, “I was just thinking. You know how we’ve been dating for, oh, six months now?”

Her eyebrows lift, just a fraction, but she says nothing.

“And how I still haven’t met any of your teammates?”

There’s the flicker of understanding in her eyes, followed by something that looks suspiciously like guilt. You press on, emboldened.

“Not even one,” you add, holding up a finger for emphasis. “Not Irene, not Keira, not even Ingrid, and she seems like she wouldn’t hurt a fly”

Alexia sighs, rubbing a hand over her face, and you know you’ve struck a nerve. “It’s not like that,” she says.

“Oh, isn’t it?” You fold your arms, leaning back against the counter. “Because it kind of feels like you’re embarrassed of me”

That gets her. She blinks, her mouth opening and closing as if she’s trying to form words but failing spectacularly. You’re on a roll now.

“I mean, it’s fine if you are,” you say, with a shrug that’s entirely too casual. “I get it. I’m not, like, a professional athlete or anything. I don’t even know what half those drills you talk about are. I had to Google what a rondo was”

“Cariño,” she interrupts, her voice soft but firm, and it derails you just enough to make you falter.

“What?”

She steps closer, her hands finding your hips in that way that always makes your resolve crumble. “I’m not embarrassed of you. I could never be embarrassed of you”

“Then why—”

“Because,” she cuts you off again, her forehead resting lightly against yours now, “my teammates are… a lot”

You blink at her, thrown. “A lot?”

She nods, her lips twitching like she’s trying not to laugh. “Yes. Imagine a group of very competitive, very opinionated people who spend way too much time together. Now imagine them interrogating you about every single detail of our relationship”

“I think I could handle it,” you say, but your voice wavers just enough to betray you.

Alexia smirks, pulling back just slightly so she can meet your gaze. “Could you handle Mapi trying to figure out your star sign within five seconds of meeting you?”

“I—”

“Or Patri asking you whether you think pineapple belongs on pizza?”

“I mean—”

“And then there’s Aitana, who will definitely ask if you’ve ever made me cry”

Your mouth opens, but no words come out. She raises an eyebrow like she’s already proven her point.

“Okay,” you admit after a beat. “That does sound… intense”

“Exactly.” She presses a quick kiss to your forehead before stepping back, as if that seals the conversation. “I just don’t want them to scare you off”

“Alexia,” you say, grabbing her wrist before she can fully retreat. “I’m not going anywhere”

She looks at you then, her expression softening in that way that makes your chest ache. “I know. But you’re too good to deal with all that. At least not yet”

“Not yet?”

“Maybe next month,” she teases, a rare grin breaking across her face.

[violetseaslug]

heyyyyyyyyyy.

Could you do a Se-mi fic (like no squid game au) where she friends with min su, and the reader is his sister (similarly shy and cute) that she has never met.

Then they meet for the first time, and se mi is just starstruck and instantly begging min su to let her ask the reader out.

'cause i think I've fallen in love this time

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tw: nothing, i think??? except for ooc se-mi.. 🤐

a/n THANK U FOR THE REQUEST ML!! the guitar part is a little headcannon i have and i wanted to include it HEHHE OK I HOPE U LIKE IT!! and i hopeeee i did your request the way u wanted😭😭💗💗

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Christmas had come and gone, and now all that was left of December was New Year's Eve. Min-su had been talking for days about having a few friends over for a small get-together. You weren’t particularly social, especially with new people—but that wasn’t a problem. You had already planned your perfect evening: staying in your room, surrounded by snacks and sugary drinks, watching the newest season of the show you were currently obsessed with.

"When will all your friends be here, Min-su?" you asked, opening the fridge to retrieve a tray of freshly baked cupcakes, ready to sneak them upstairs into your bedroom.

"In about an hour" he smiled, his excitement evident in his tone.

Just as you finished moving your desserts into a smaller container, the front door clicked open, and Min-su suddenly perked up, as if he’d just remembered something important.

"I forgot to mention, one of my friends said she’d be coming earlier. Hope that’s okay? You haven’t met her before, so maybe you guys can talk," he added, eyeing you cautiously, hoping you wouldn’t be too annoyed.

Before you could respond, she walked in. And the moment you laid eyes on her, everything else disappeared.

She was breathtaking.

Her short black hair framed her face perfectly, with a few stray strands falling effortlessly across her forehead. Her eyes were stunning, and her lips, painted the softest shade of pink—were adorned with a lip piercing that only added to her charm. Every detail about her left you momentarily stunned.

"hi, se-mi! This is my sister," Min-su introduced, hurrying to hold the door open for her. "you guys haven't met before, so i figured it’d be nice to introduce you two!"

You opened your mouth to speak—only to realize you had absolutely no idea what to say. Your lips parted and closed again, and for a split second, you thought you might have forgotten how to form actual words.

"I—uh—Min-su… does your friend like red velvet cupcakes?" you finally blurted out, your voice coming out more high-pitched than you intended. You immediately felt heat rush to your face, cursing the way your nervousness had taken over.

Min-su blinked at you, a bit confused. "why don’t you ask her? She’s right here?" he asked.

But little did he know, Se-mi was just as speechless as you were.

She hadn’t expected this. She hadn’t expected you.

Her gaze swept over you as if committing every detail to memory—the way your eyes shined in the light, the way your hair fell so effortlessly around your face. And when her cheeks warmed against her will, she knew she was in trouble.

"Right. She is, isn’t she…" you mumbled, your words hurried and slightly awkward, making you cringe at yourself immediately.

Min-su squinted at you, tilting his head in confusion. Then, after a beat, his eyes widened in realization. Oh.

He knew that look.

He had seen it before—the sappy glint in your eyes that only appeared when you had a crush. And, judging by the way Se-mi was equally flustered, he knew exactly what was happening.

"Well, uh—" he suddenly straightened up, glancing around in an exaggerated manner, clearly searching for an excuse. "i forgot to grab the…thing. From the car. I’ll be right back, okay?"

Before you could protest, he was already halfway out the door, leaving you and Se-mi alone.

You swallowed hard.

And just when you thought she couldn’t possibly be more attractive, you noticed the guitar case slung over her back.

"Your bag…" you started, still avoiding direct eye contact. "do you play guitar?"

Se-mi perked up slightly, but in her nervousness, her response came out in a complete jumble.

"I do play guitar, pretty gir—pretty good," she corrected herself, flustered. "i play pretty good. Or at least, i think i do—not to sound cocky or anything—I’ve just been playing for a while. You know what i mean?"

You watched as she cleared her throat, trying (and failing) to cover up the embarrassment evident in her voice.

And if you weren’t already completely captivated, that moment sealed it.

This girl was unlike anyone you’d ever met before. She was stunning—effortlessly so. And something told you that if you didn’t take this chance, you’d regret it for ages.

"I know you’re here to hang out with my brother," you started, forcing yourself to meet her gaze, "but… would you want to go out on a date? Maybe sometime soon?"

The second the words left your mouth, you felt panic rise in your chest. Where had that sudden burst of confidence come from? trying to backtrack, you rushed to add, "Or we can just hang out! That would be cool too! Hanging out… with you! i mean, obviously, because I’m asking you, so who else would i be hanging out with—"

Se-mi let out a soft laugh, her expression shifting from shock to something warmer.

And then, her lips curled into a smile.

"I’d love to," she said, nodding gently.

Your heart nearly stopped.

As the night went on, Min-su was only mildly surprised when Se-mi finally turned to him, smiling like an idiot, and said, "Dude. Please let me take your sister on a date. She’s stunning, and i think we’d get along super well."

Min-su rolled his eyes, already anticipating this moment. "you’d be stupid if you thought i didn’t see you both staring at each other with goo-goo eyes the second you walked in. Honestly, I’m surprised you two even talked with how red you both looked." He shrugged. "but yes, you can take her on a date. Just don’t be gross and sappy about it."

With Min-su’s approval secured, Se-mi pulled out her phone and typed out a message.

A few moments later, your phone buzzed.

pretty girl: It’s official. 6 PM Saturday. I’ll pick you up, lovely.

Your face flushed all over again as you stared at the message.

New Year’s Eve had just become a lot more interesting.

[stcrmade-illusions]

uhhh…is love and deepspace bringing me out of my inactive era / writers block?? This is probably ooc since I just started playing the game and I haven’t written anything in a while soooo…yeah. Just bare with me :)

boyfriend!sylus x blk fem!reader

minors, ageless, haters/harassers dni!!

boyfriend!sylus who absolutely loves every hairstyle you wear but he makes it very clear that he loves your natural hair the most. he loves the entire process of helping you with your hair, from taking it down, to detangling washing and blowdrying. He’ll just sit next to you to hand you whatever you need. Ponytail holders, pins, gel, brushes etc. When you’re finished styling it, he always has a small grin on his face. He pulls you to his chest, biting softly at your cheek and mumbling a low “beautiful” in your ear.

boyfriend!sylus who currently has you bouncing on his thick cock right after you just got a silk press! the car windows are foggy and you’re already sweating. “sy - sylus, i just got my fucking hair done!” you whine, partly because you really wanted your hair pressed for the weekend activities you had planned and partly because your deranged boyfriend is drilling inside your pussy like there’s no tomorrow. he grabs your chin and mutters a “sorry, kitten. It couldn’t be helped.” before slipping his tongue inside your mouth, effectively making you forget how pissed off you are.

boyfriend!sylus who starts making his chefs incorporate some of your favorite meals into their meals. he notices how there’s certain things you don’t particularly like and remembers you babbling about some of the meals your grandmother used to make you before her unfortunate passing.

boyfriend!sylus who sees you wearing a bonnet for the first time since you’ve started dating. he tilts his head in confusion and you can’t help but think he looks like a really cute puppy. you explain what it is and why you wear it, when you’re done he just nods his head and places a kiss on your forehead. the following weekend, there’s a box delivered with bonnets of all sizes and colors.

boyfriend!sylus who sees you taking pictures during golden hour and he just lays on the bed admiring how good you look.

boyfriend!sylus who wastes no time in beating the shit out of a man who made a very disgusting and cruel comment about you and ‘your kind’. Sometimes his violent behavior startles you and other times it makes you want to ride him from dusk to dawn.

boyfriend!sylus who’s helping you pick out a dress to wear for your dinner date. “which one? black or burgundy?” you hold up both dresses so he can take a closer look, after a few moments of silence he hums. ruby eyes flick over to the bed to look at all other dresses you pulled out, he clicks his tongue “what about the gold one?”

you scrunch your nose. “but your tie?” he huffs. “don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll change it.” he’s already reaching to towards his neck when you speak again. “you sure?” he takes a step closer and leans down so you’re eye to eye. “yes, love. I love this color on you, wear this one.” He picks up the dress and hands it to you, gently pushing you towards the bathroom.

boyfriend!sylus who will never admit it out loud but he hates being away from you too long. he needs you around him and in his space at all times or he starts getting grumpier than usual. whenever he’s stressed or pissed off, he seeks you out and plops you in his lap so he can kiss you and play with your hair. He might even use your boobs at stress balls but you tease him about it sometimes but he just huffs and ignores you.

boyfriend!sylus who has your legs thrown over his shoulders while he takes his time teasing you with his hot velvety tongue and long, thick fingers. he’s had you wound up so long that you can’t even remember how much time has passed. “sy…please. I need it.” a low hum comes from his chest, it vibrates through your whole body. his eyes flutter open and lock onto yours immediately. “do you honestly think you deserve it? after being a brat the whole day?”

when you don’t respond, three thick fingers sink back into your cunt, making your body arch. “answer me, kitten.” except you can’t answer him and he knows you can’t because he’s curling his fingers inside you, pressing against that spot and god you’re so close. So fucking close! Just a few more thrusts and — “no!” your voice comes out weak and betrayed, you can feel the tears start to well. His fingers slow then come to a complete stop.

a soft kiss is placed on your thigh, followed by a sharp bite. “you know I don’t reward bad behavior, be a good girl and I’ll give you want you really want.”

— 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑩𝒀𝑯𝑨𝒀𝑫𝑬𝑵! 𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑫𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑷𝒀, 𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑨𝑳 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑶𝑹 𝑹𝑬𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝒀 𝑰𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲𝑺!! dividers from @cafekitsune

[bloodibambiidoll]

ok so hear me out. rafe and weird!girl get into an argument and rafe calls her weird or says something about her being normal for once and my girl gets all upset as she should.

Nonnie, are you in my walls? I’m very much having a day like this. This is heavily based on the day I had today and writing it made me feel sm better. Slight angst. Fluff. 1.8K words. NO MINORS!! (Note: weird!girl is autistic coded bc I am autistic)

You were extremely overwhelmed. It feels like every single thing is out to get you today. Before you and Rafe left to go on your first grocery shopping trip since you moved in together you got into a bit of a disagreement over the list. You are extremely picky. You have set safe foods that you like to stick to and you don’t like to stray from them. But Rafe on the other hand would eat almost anything. He couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that you wanted to live off of freezer waffles and chicken nuggets when he hired a professional chef for the two of you.

“Baby, why would I buy you the cheap freezer shit when I can have it made from scratch all fancy n shit?” It wasn’t about the price, you know that. It was just that Rafe wanted you to have the best of everything he could possibly give you and sometimes you just wanted the simpler things. Something that he’s still trying to understand.

“It’s just… I don’t want that. I want the ones from the store. That I always get. The ones I like.” Your lips were formed into a pout as you looked down at your lap and played with the rings on your fingers.

“Aight, Bats, if that’s what you want.” He shrugged and kissed your forehead before leaving you to finish getting ready. It was what you wanted. But you could tell it wasn’t what he wanted so you felt bad. You didn't want to be an inconvenience.

So after that you got in your head that you were too much for him. You spent the entire card ride to the grocery store thinking about how a normal girl wouldn’t want specific foods. A normal girl would be more than happy to have a personal chef make them anything and everything they wanted. A normal girl would be able to go to those fancy restaurants Rafe likes because she’d actually like anything on the menu. He tried to take you once and you spent the entire meal picking at your plate of chicken and veggies, so he never tried again settling to go places that had things you actually liked.

Then at the store you were so in your head that if you hadn’t made a list you probably wouldn’t have gotten a single thing you wanted. You couldn’t stop feeling like you were a burden to him because you needed him to buy you an entirely different grocery list from his own. You kept trying to put things back. Or tell him you didn’t need things that you did, in fact, need. You could tell Rafe was getting frustrated with you and it only made you want to shut down even more.

It didn’t help that the grocery store was easily one of your least favorite places. The lighting was awful. There were always so many people everywhere not looking where they’re going. The freezer section was always so cold that you spent that entire section of the shopping trip practically shaking. It was so goddamn loud. People talking. Kids crying. The squeaking of the old grocery cart wheels. So going there when you were already feeling overwhelmed was a recipe for disaster.

You fully lost it when you were checking out. The cart was extremely disorganized because you were too checked out to keep it in order the entire trip. The store you were at had it so you bagged your own groceries so the fact that the cart was a complete disaster made bagging them incredibly difficult. You were struggling to keep up with the cashier and also bag the groceries efficiently. He kept pushing the conveyor belt button, rolling the groceries that you haven’t bagged yet to pile up on top of each other at the end of it. The cart was full of bags and you weren’t even half done so you had to run and grab another one, only letting the pile grow further.

Rafe bought a case of beer and it the midst of you trying to frantically bag everything in a timely manner the cashier also asked you for your I.D. Which only frustrates you more. You don’t even drink beer. And it made you have to pause bagging again to dig in your purse. The cashier kept looking from the card to you and back again, like he thought it was fake.

“I know I look nothing like that, that was 7 years ago.” You didn’t mean to sound snippy, but you were pretty much at your limit.

“Baby, it’s fine, he’s just lookin’ for the date.” Rafe shot you a look and it only pissed you off more.

“Well he’s looking at it like it’s fake or some shit!” You scoffed as you slammed a full bag into the cart. Which only earned you another look from Rafe.

On the way home he hardly talked to you, instead he decided to blast trap music when you were clearly already overstimulated so you decided to put your headphones on and drown him out.

“Bats, the fuck is going on with you today, huh?” Rafe is towering over you the minute you enter the kitchen, backing you up against the counter.

“I just don’t like the grocery store. And you made me feel bad about the food. And everything was just so loud in there. And I felt like you hardly talked to me the entire time. I’ve felt like an inconvenience to you all day!” You snap at him as you stomp your foot in frustration, glaring up at him.

“All we did was go to the fuckin’ store. You’re seriously that worked up over it?” Rafe scoffs, running a hand through his hair.

“Yes! I am! The grocery store is extremely stressful for me and you’re not being considerate of that!!”

“That’s ridiculous, people go to the grocery store every day. It’s not a big deal. I don’t know why you can’t just be fuckin’ normal sometimes.” Rafe throws his hands up, letting them fall against his thighs with a smack. The minute the words leave his mouth your bottom lip starts to quiver as tears brim your eyes. And he knows he fucked up. Immediately he knows he fucked up.

“You know what? Why don’t you go find a normal girlfriend then!?” You push against his chest, running past him to your shared bedroom. You slam the door behind you, sliding down it as the tears in your eyes begin to spill down your cheeks. You knew it.

“Baby…” Rafe’s voice travels through the thick wood as he lightly taps on it. “ I’m sorry… that was- I shouldn’t have- Bats, can you open the door, please?”

“No. Go away.” You whimper as you curl further into yourself against the door.

“Baby girl, please? Just wanna talk. Lemme see you.” He turns the knob, pushing on the door lightly causing you to shift forward slightly. “C’mon, get away from the door, let me in.”

“Why don’t you go find a normal girl to talk to.” You snap at him before trying to push back against the wood but he’s so much stronger than you that it doesn’t even budge. Rafe shoves his foot into the crack of the door, pushing it until he can slip through. It slams shut behind him from your weight, causing you to yelp. He drops to his knees in front of you, taking your face in his hands. “Baby, look at me.”

“No.” You shake your head, subconsciously nuzzling into his touch. Your lips are quivering so bad your teeth are chattering as tears flow down your cheeks and Rafe kind of wants to kick his own ass.

“Listen I- I shouldn’t have said that, okay? I didn’t - fuck baby, I didn’t mean that shit. I was just frustrated. Doesn’t make it okay though, never wanna make my girl cry.” Rafe runs his thumbs down the apples of your cheeks, wiping away the salty tears that continue to fall. “I think I’ve gotten pretty damn good about knowing how you work. But with us living together now there's gonna be new shit that I’m gonna have to pick up on. I’m so sorry princess.”

“I just - I - just wanna be enough for you. Don’t wanna be a burden.” Your body tries to curl in on itself even more but Rafe doesn’t let it, he grips onto your hips and pulls you into his lap. He wraps his strong arms around you as he starts to rock you back and forth.

“Want you to listen to me baby, aight?” He takes your jaw in his hand, tilting your head towards his to get you to look at him. When you do it nearly cracks his heart. He hates that he made you feel like everyone else always has. “I never should’ve fucking said that shit. I didn’t mean it. Not even a little bit. I wouldn’t change a single thing about you, okay? I fuckin’ love you and all your weird little shit. Your weird little shit just makes me love you more. I’ve never known anyone like you. You’ve taught me so much. I guess I’ve just still got some shit to learn. But I’m trying, Bats. I’ll never stop trying.”

“You really mean it?” You sniffle as you look up at him through your teary eyes and Rafe has never felt more bad than he does at this moment. If he saw anybody else making you cry like this they would be so fucked and here he is, doing it.

“Of course I fuckin’ mean that shit, baby girl. I’m sorry for losing my patience with you today. I never, ever, wanna hurt you. Never wanna make you feel like all these other douchebags on the island do. Kind of want to run them all over, including myself right now.” Rafe lets out a dry chuckle when he sees the corner of your lips tilt up slightly. His large hand runs down the back of your head, smoothing down your hair as he continues to rock the both of you. “You know I love you more than anything, right?”

“It’s okay, Rafey. I know I can be too much sometimes. But I do know that you love me.” And you do. Especially right now. Rafe never opens up to you like this. And you kind of want to blow him right now.

“Hey, you aren’t too much, aight? Don’t ever let anyone make you feel that way. Including me, put my ass in check baby. God knows I need it.” He smiles down at you before leaning to place a gentle kiss on your lips. “Want me to put some nuggets in the air fryer for you and we can watch that movie you’ve been trying to get me to watch?”

“Mhm, that sounds perfect daddy.”

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[clarkeysbedchem]

whatever happens, i’m letting it | part twelve

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will lenney x fem reader

summary: will falls for chris’ new assistant

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You didn’t tell him you were coming back a day early.

The train had been quiet, the ride long enough to finish the book you had started nearly three weeks ago, and the buzz of excitement filled your body with every minute as you got closer to London - closer to Will.

It was just past 10am when you reached his apartment complex, the wheels of your beat up suitcase dragging softly behind you as you made your though the corridors that became a second home to you. As you reached his door, your heart thudded a little faster than you expected.

It wasn’t nerves. Just that strange, fluttery feeling of knowing you were about to walk into someone else’s ordinary, but knowing that somehow, you were slowly becoming a fixture in it.

You knocked.

There was a crash inside, followed by a muffled curse and ruffling, and then the door swung open a few seconds later.

Will stood in the doorway, hoodie bunches around his waist, hair a complete mess, one sock on and the other hanging off with a mug in hand. His mouth was already forming words - probably expecting a parcel or one of the lads - but when he saw you, he froze.

You lifted a hand giving a small wave as you smiled softly at him, “Hi.”

He stared at you for a full three seconds before setting the mug down on the hallway table and pulling you into a hug so suddenly, you barely had time to drop your bag.

Your arms wrapped around him instinctively, and he buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in like he couldn’t quite believe you were real. The warmth of his tired body wrapped around you as you leaned into his hold. The smell of the detergent that you had grown overly fond of filling your senses.

“You’re early,” he mumbled against your skin.

“Surprise,” you said, smiling into his shoulder.

“I haven’t even brushed my teeth,” he groaned, pulling back slightly just to look at you, hands squeezing your hips like he wasn’t willing to fully let go.

“Well,” you said, fingers slipping around the drawstrings of his hoodie, “ You look exactly how I expected; still half-asleep.”

He rolled his eyes, but there was a lopsided grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You should’ve told me. I would’ve picked you up.”

You shrugged, “Then it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

“You’re insufferable,” he said, even as he leaned forward to kiss your forehead, “Come on, the cats probably think they’ve been abandoned.”

You stepped inside and Scar immediately emerged from under the coffee table like he’d been waiting for you to show up and restore some order in their lives. Kovu followed, pausing only to dramatically ignore Will in solidarity.

“What have you done to them?” you laughed, watching as Scar wound himself around your leg like you’d never left, both cats ignoring Will existence.

Will closed the door behind you, rubbing his face, “They are little fuckers I’m telling you.”

You let out a chuckle as you crouched down greeting your cats properly - petting their soft fur and kissing their little heads as they purred against you.

You lifted Kovu into your arms stepping into the living room like you belonged there (in Will’s eyes you did), flopping down onto the couch and kicking your shoes off. Will joined you a second later, still half-sleepy, still wearing mismatched socks, and still looking at you like he was trying to make sure this wasn’t some sort of dream.

You rested your head against his shoulder, “I’m exhausted.”

“I can imagine,” he said, voice quieter now, his eyes soft as he watched every slight movement you made.

The flat went quiet, the morning light spilling in through the windows, and only the soft hum of the city below being heard reminding you of everything you’d come back to. Everything you didn’t want to leave.

“Glad you’re back,” he mumbled, dropping a kiss into your hair.

You smiled looking up at him, “Me too.”

You stayed like that for a while - legs tangled, cats running around the flat, and the kind of comfortable that felt like home.

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[elllisaaa]

Svt reaction to first time kissing their cheek 🤭

first time kissing seventeen cheek

-> pairing : svt × gn!reader

-> words count : 3k words

-> genre : fluff

-> sorry if I made any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

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CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

It was on one of the rare days where you were both off of work. You took advantage of that to sleep later than usual, and when you woke up, Cheol was already ready to start his day. You could hear noises and the distant sound of music coming from the kitchen, and you followed the enticing scent of whatever your boyfriend was cooking. You came up behind him, circling his waist with your arms and pressing yourself against his back. All this felt so domestic, it made Seungcheol’s heart crave for more of these little moments. You haven’t been together for long, but instants like these made him realize how attached to you he was. He turned around to look at you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear : “Good morning baby, did you sleep well ?” You nodded, and stood on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek softly. “Thank you for the breakfast Cheolie, bet it tastes amazing.” The look on his face made you giggle a little before he engulfed you in a big hug. He didn’t want you to see how flustered he was, but he was dying inside over how cute you were.

YOON JEONGHAN

“It’s 2 am Y/N, I’m not going to go get you ice cream now, can’t you wait until tomorrow ?” - “Please Hannie ! I’ll do anything you want !” The mischievous smile spreading on Jeonghan’s lips told you that maybe, you shouldn’t have said that. You knew how much of a menace he was, and maybe you should be afraid of what he was going to ask for in exchange for the chocolate ice cream you’ve been craving. “Anything I want ?” - “Yes, I just want my ice cream.” - “Okay. Then kiss my cheek.” You looked at him in disbelief. You were waiting for something more demanding, like doing some chores for him, or buying him dinner the next time you would go out together. But no, and you smiled at the pout aborning his lips when you took too long to give him his kiss. You leaned over the kitchen counter and kissed his cheek, smiling even more when you noticed the faint blush covering his cheeks. “You could’ve just asked for a kiss if you wanted one, Hannie.” - “Don’t push your luck, or you’re not getting your ice cream.” You kissed his cheek again, and suddenly, he was willing to go out every night to get you ice cream. 

HONG JOSHUA

You’ve been working on your assignment for almost two hours when Joshua came back from work. You greeted him and asked him if he had a good day, while still writing and taking notes about your homework. “You should take a break angel.” - “Yeah, I know, I just want to finish this part and then I’ll stop for today.” He kissed your forehead before heading to the kitchen to bring you and himself a glass of water. He knew you too well, and when you were studying all day long, you didn’t always think about drinking water or even eating. Joshua saw a plate beside you, so he knew you had food, but he couldn’t spot any sign of water. He put the glass of water beside your laptop and kissed your forehead once more. But before he could go back to the kitchen to prepare dinner for both of you, you grabbed him by his wrist. “Thank you Shua.” And just like that, you kissed his cheek before casually going back to your assignment. But you must know that when you kissed him, he would always kiss you back, and give you one hundred more for the fun of it. 

MOON JUNHUI

Jun had asked you to come over tonight, because he missed you and because he had a long day and needed to see you to completely relax. Both of you were currently laying in his bed and cuddling, laptop open with a movie playing. When you started to move around as if you wanted to get up, Jun whined and tried to pull you back, but you only giggled and still got out from under the covers. “I’m just going to the bathroom baby ! I’ll be back before you know it.” But your boyfriend was sulking, and even if he was cute, you had the perfect idea in mind to distract him. You leaned in and kissed his cheek before running out of his room. Jun stayed there, fingers brushing against the spot you just kissed. When what you did really hit him, he felt his cheeks heat up immediately. And he was still trying to process this kiss when you came back and snuggled up to him again. “You can’t do that, baby !”, he scolded you. “Why’s that ?” - “Because you’re too cute, you’re going to kill me one of these days !” But you just smiled, and kissed his cheek again. Yeah, you were definitely going to kill him. 

KWON SOONYOUNG

“But I was saving these cookies for today specifically ! And you ate them ! That’s a betrayal !” Soonyoung had been screaming for almost five minutes about the last cookies you ate, and how you couldn’t even consider yourself his partner if you did things like this. Obviously, you weren’t taking these comments to heart because he was always like this when it came to food. And honestly, you knew Soonyoung had a long week and that he was probably tired. “I’m sorry baby, I really didn’t know you were saving them. Next time let me know and I won’t touch them, okay ? I promise.” Your boyfriend huffed, arms crossed on his chest as he stared at the empty pack of cookies still sitting on the kitchen counter. You grabbed his hands, forcing him to uncross his arms and let you step closer. “I’ll go and buy you new cookies, how’s that sound ?” - “Good…” You smiled and decided to kiss him in hopes it would cheer him up. Your plan must have worked because the next second he was holding you close and telling you all about his shitty day at work while you were caressing his hair. All he needed was a little push. 

JEON WONWOO

Since you knew Wonwoo and his members would have a long day of practice because of the comeback coming soon, you doubted that he would take time to take care of himself today. So you decided to take it upon yourself and bring them all food and drinks, and it also allowed you to spend at least one hour with your boyfriend. Because between his job and yours, it was sometimes difficult to spend time together. And Wonwoo would’ve sworn he fell even more in love with you - if it was even possible - when you entered the practice room, with your arms full of bags filled with food for everyone. The fact that you were loving his members as much as he did, and that you took care of them and he was warming up his heart. “You didn’t have to do all that pretty.” - “I know, but I also know you wouldn’t have stopped for a minute if I didn’t come by. And you need to rest.” - “You’re an angel, I’m so lucky to have you.” You smiled at him, and kissed his cheek before handing him a bag filled with his favorite food. Wonwoo kissed you back, heart beating faster and with the conviction that he would marry you one day. 

LEE JIHOON

You often come by your boyfriend’s studio. Because of his hectic schedule, it was not always easy to go out on dates, or for dinner. But both of you preferred to stay in, and you loved to stay with him when he was working on his music. You found it fascinating that he could create such melodies as if it was natural for him, and he was always willing to explain everything he was doing to you. Plus, you were his muse, his inspiration, so it really was a win-win that you were there with him so often. But some nights, he would stay very late, and you would always end up falling asleep on the couch or on Jihoon’s lap. Tonight was one of those nights. You had a tiring day at work, but you still insisted on coming to see him and ended up falling asleep in his arms. “Can we go home soon ?” Your sleepy voice straddled Jihoon, and he pushed your hair away from your face, smiling at seeing you still half-asleep. “Yes jagi, I’m almost finished.” - “Okay… I love you.” And you kissed his cheek before nuzzling back into his neck and going back to sleep. But Jihoon couldn’t get over it, smiling like a lovesick fool - which he was because he immediately wrapped up his things and got you back home.

LEE SEOKMIN

“I’m home baby !” Seokmin announced as he took off his shoes, and dropped the bag full of food on the kitchen counter. You were too busy today to go grocery shopping, so your boyfriend offered to do it instead when he got off of work. He started to put away everything that needed to be refrigerated, while you got out of your office to help him. You worked from home today, and you had a lot to do, but you could at least take a break to help Seokmin. You kissed his shoulder and you passed behind him to put away everything that was going in the cupboards. “How was your day, baby ?” - “It was normal, nothing to say about it, except the fact that Soonie came to practice with a new tiger shirt.” - “I can’t say I’m surprised.” You rummaged through the bag until you found something that caught your attention. It was one of your favorite snacks, but they were hard to find, and the only shop that was selling them was thirty minutes away. “Did you get them just for me ?” - “Oh, yeah ! Thought you might use them with all the stressful things you have to deal with this week.” Maybe it was just your long day that was catching up with you, or your boyfriend’s sweetness, but you could almost feel tears pricking your eyes. You stepped towards Seokmin and kissed his cheek. “Thank you Minnie.” The boy chuckled and kissed your cheek right back, the biggest smile illuminating his face. “I’m always here for you baby.”

KIM MINGYU

It was Mingyu’s first date with you, and he was so nervous he thought he would pass out before he even got the chance to go out with you. He had been trying to grow the balls to ask you out for almost two years. You were one of Minghao’s friends, and he presented you to his members when you came back to Korea after having done your studies abroad. And Mingyu fell in love with you on the spot. He tried to get close to you over these two years, and also tried to gather enough courage to ask you out on a date. But when he finally succeeded, everything that could go wrong had gone wrong, as if the universe was reminding him that you were way out of his league, and that it was a miracle that you agreed. “I’m sorry for disappointing you, it wasn’t how I imagined our first date. It probably was the worst one you’ve ever had and I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to see me again.” Mingyu felt bad, because he had promised you a dinner at a fancy restaurant, and that you dressed in consequence but you ended up eating an ice cream while walking around a random park in your classy outfits. “What are you talking about ? It was literally the best date of my life. I’ve never laughed so much during a date, and I must be honest, I prefer to spend time with you rather than these fancy restaurants. I like you anyways Gyu.” You stopped him in his tracks, grabbing his hand in yours and kissing his cheek. Maybe it wasn’t the perfect date, but it was for Mingyu who couldn’t help the blush and smile spreading on his cheeks as he walked by your side, fingers intertwined with yours. 

XU MINGHAO

You were aware of how much Minghao loved his members, and of how much they meant to him, so that was why you were so anxious about how it would go. You wanted to make a good impression on them, because you hoped your relationship would last, even if it was fairly new, you really liked him and didn’t want to fuck it up. And your boyfriend was so sweet about it, telling you that they were a lot to handle, but that if you stayed yourself, they would undoubtedly appreciate you. Minghao held your hand under the table the whole night, his thumb unconsciously brushing against your knuckles and sometimes giving it a little squeeze to reassure you. When both of you left and he walked you home, you were still holding hands. “- Do you think it went well ?” - “It did honey, don’t worry. How could they not like you ? You’re amazing.” You chuckled shyly, and kissed his cheek before turning your head away from his intense stare. “I was anxious mainly because I knew how important it was for you, and I plan on staying in your life for a little while, so I wanted to get along with them.” Minghao pulled you closer to him by your hand so he could kiss the crown of your hair. “Good thing they appreciated you, and good thing I want you to stay for as long as you want to, then.”

BOO SEUNGKWAN

You wanted to surprise your boyfriend by coming to his concert to see him perform. You never had the chance to, and you were dying to. So when he told you about their concert that was going to be on one of your days off, you jumped on the occasion. But you wanted it to be a complete surprise, so you told him you couldn’t come, and did anyway. The moment Seungkwan saw you in the crowd, his vision got blurry because of his tears, but he tried to keep his composure anyway. But as soon as he was backstage and he saw you smiling at him with your arms open, he didn’t hesitate one bit before running to you. “You told me you couldn’t come, you liar.” Seungkwan wanted to sound tough and tease you but he was just so happy that you were here, he couldn’t help the smile spreading on his lips. “I wanted to surprise you.” - “Well… You did.” You chuckled and held him tighter, turning your head to the side so you could kiss his cheek. “You did so good, baby, I’m so proud of you.” Seungkwan felt like he could cry again, but he simply held you closer, overwhelmed by the feeling of being loved, by the feeling of being loved by you. And words couldn’t even express how much this simple kiss meant to him. 

CHWE HANSOL

Taking advantage of the fact that you didn’t work this weekend, you decided to spend a calm and relaxing afternoon with your boyfriend at home. He currently had his head resting on your lap, laying on the couch while you were quietly playing with his hair and holding your book with the other one. You were not the most social person, and you always preferred to stay in rather than going out, and you were glad that Hansol was just like you. Some music was playing as a background noise, and you couldn’t help but smile at seeing your boyfriend so peaceful. You leaned in and kissed his cheek, before going back to your book like nothing happened. But Hansol just stared up at you with the most lovestruck gaze, flustered. You looked down at him once more, a little smirk playing on your lips. “What ?” - “You never did this before.” - “Oh, yeah, I won’t do it again if you don’t like it. You just looked cute like that.” And Hansol felt the need to look away from you, because it didn’t feel right to make eye contact with the deity you were. “I wouldn’t mind if you did it again.” You giggled heartedly and kissed his other cheek, your smile widening when Hansol nuzzled against your tummy to hide his blush. And both of you were asking yourselves how you could’ve been so lucky to find each other. 

LEE CHAN

“Love ?” - “Hm ?” - “Could you teach me one of your choreography one day ?” Chan turned to you so quickly it was comical. He had been begging you to let him teach you some of his group dances even before you started to go out together, but you always insisted that you weren’t good at dancing and didn't want to embarrass yourself, especially knowing that your boyfriend was one of the best dancers of the country. So to know that you were giving in made him feel over the moon. “Of course baby !” And that’s how you found yourself in a dance studio, learning the choreo of Chan’s solo song. Even if you couldn’t compete with your boyfriend's style and flow, you were still managing - God knows how - to keep up with him and not look too ridiculous. and even when you felt like you did everything the wrong way, Chan was complimenting you, a big , proud smile on his face. As you were leaving the company, you kissed him on his cheek, making him stop in his tracks and touching the spot you kissed with his eyes wide open. “What was that for ?” - “It’s me paying you back for teaching me your choreo even if I’m not as good as you.” He rolled his eyes and took your hand in his, but he couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Stop it, you know I’ve been begging for you to dance with me. Plus you could’ve been an idol with the way you’re dancing.” You knew it wasn’t true, but in his eyes, it was.

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[harrysdaydream-tpwk]

“I’m just an arrogant son of a bitch- H.S”

summary: Harry and you argue after his show at Wembley and he gets jealous and pissy. Angst ensues

warnings: arguments, swearing, angst with a happy ending

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

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The door slammed shut behind him, his footsteps heavy, even on the carpeted floor. You sighed, tired and weary. It had been a long night and by the looks of it, it was about to get even longer.

Harry huffed, taking off his shoes with more force than necessary, throwing them in the general direction of his open suitcase. He wasn’t wearing the colourful outfit anymore, looking much more like yours in the black nike shorts and worn-out t-shirt you’ve seen far too many times on him. You stood in the doorway between the ensuite bathroom and the bedroom, watching him quietly as he ran his fingers through his brown hair repeatedly-noting it had get even longer since the last time you saw him.

He looked up at you finally, his eyes stormy and half-lidded. He was mad, furious even and you weren’t totally sure why. You hadn’t seen him for three weeks, the tour taking a toll on your relationship and you had hoped this night would’ve at least be a change to your boring office life, a moment with the man you loved so dearly.

“What is your problem?”, you said demanding, sounding harsher than intended. Your arms were crossed in front of your chest, you yourself still dressed in the outfit you had chosen for tonight’s show. A pink, puffy dress, matching cowboy boots and hat. Hell, you had even put on a boa, going all out.

“My-“, he breathed out, before getting louder, “My problem? What the hell is your problem? We haven’t seen each other in almost a month and you already go around flirting with other guys? At my own damn show nonetheless?” He stood up from where he was sat on the king sized bed, taking a step closer to you.

“What?”, you sputtered unbelievingly. “What the fuck are you even talking about? All I did was talk to your mum and your sister, I haven’t seen either of them since Christmas and you just accuse me of things that didn’t even happen? Fuck you.” Tears gathered in your eyes and he noticed, faltering slightly.

“I saw you”, he started, pointing his finger at you,” Talking to him. I don’t know who he was, I don’t even care. I just know you were laughing pretty hard at his jokes or whatever he was telling you. A little too much to just be friendly.”

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. Ryan-“

He interrupted you before you could even finish. “Oh, Ryan”, he mocked, “Is that his name? Gotta be careful you don’t start moaning his name the next time we fuck.”

He was getting really worked up now, the vain on his forehead popping and you were getting angrier by the minute too. He had always been jealous, even a little possessive, and it was getting on your nerves.

“Ryan is an old friend from school, you asshole. You know him, I invited him to my birthday party two years ago. He’s gay, Harry, so he’s not interested in me and I’m not interested in him. It’s just a coincidence, he told me you were really nice to him when he met you and that he wanted to support you. Although, I don’t expect him to think so highly of you if he knew what you’re throwing at me right now.” You took a deep breath in, the tears finally breaching free. You couldn’t keep them in any longer.

You were exhausted, travelling from home to see him at Wembley, his concert of two hours and then this argument on top of it. The weak and selfish part of you just wanted him to hold you, while the bigger part just wanted to yell at him some more. You missed him and he was treating you so unfairly.

“I missed you”, you whispered, “I just wanted to spend the night with you peacefully, you’re my home, Harry. Why don’t you ever make me feel like I’m yours too?” You let out a sob, slapping your hand over your mouth defeated.

“Oh. Oh, Y/N.” His eyes were soft now, staring at you unnervingly. “Here, sit down, my love. You look like you’ll fall over any minute.” He guided you to a chair nearby, pushing you down gently.

“I’m so sorry”, he whispered, kneeling before you. His face was illuminated by the lights of London outside the big hotel window. “This tour has taken a toll on me, I missed you so much more, Y/N, you have to believe me. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, I just got so upset over the thought of you with someone else. I’m so selfish, I wish I could have you by my side everyday, you know? I love you and I never want to hurt you, not like this. Not over something I have so obviously perceived wrongly.”

You laughed wetly, your make-up probably smudged, making you look like a hot mess. “You know, I’m starting to think that you were right when you sang that you were just an arrogant son of a bitch who can’t admit that he’s sorry.” He chuckled quietly, wiping a tear from your cheek.

“I forgive you”, you said, kissing his palm, which was still holding your face gently, “But never say something like this to me again. I’d never cheat on you, not in a million chances. You’re my everything.”

“And you’re mine. We’ve got to figure out a way to see each other more, even when I’m touring and you’re working. I can’t go a day without you, without missing your beautiful face.”

You smiled softly, leaning down and he took the invitation to press a gentle, closed- mouthed kiss to your lips, a promise you understood, you accepted.

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lmk what you think<3 haven’t written in a while so i’m a bit rusty! i’m also working on a larger project that should hopefully be up in a few weeks. until then i’ll try my luck with smaller blurbs and one shots. enjoy!<3

[propertyofkylar]

i dont think you've discussed kylar using just the tip to it's fullest potential... he'd be whining and begging, tears streaming down his face while he barely moves at all... IMAGINE IT!!!

hehehe m!kylar x gn!pc

“Don’t move.”

Kylar let out a feral-sounding whine, but nonetheless heeded your words.

“P-please, my love,” he whimpered, his fingers strengthening their clutch on your hips. It would probably hurt, if you weren’t enjoying the situation so much. “Why?”

You pretended to think about it for a few seconds, delighting in the way tears were welling up in Kylar’s eyes as you made him wait. “Mm. I dunno, actually. It’s just fun.”

He tried to glare at you, but tears started spilling at that moment and the impact was lost. “You’re—you’re mean,” his fingernails were nearly piercing the flesh on your hips and you couldn’t have felt more gleeful at that moment.

“Please, my love,” Kylar was begging now. If his cock wasn’t (barely) inside you, you imagined he might literally be prostrating himself in front of you. “Let me move. Let me love you. I—I need to feel inside of you, completely, so, so badly.”

Truth be told, you wanted that, too. But the joy of making Kylar suffer was almost as good as being fucked by him. And if your theory was right, it would end up being even better because of it. “Ah ah,” you smirked. “You can only move when I decide to let you.”

You could tell Kylar was desperate, the way his teeth were gritted and sweat dripped down his forehead, intermingling with his tears. “And when will that be?”

“I haven’t decided.”

Kylar practically howled at that, his face flushed beet red.

“Oh, fine,” you said with a huff, trying to act like it wasn’t affecting you as well. “Go on, then.”

The words had barely finished leaving your mouth before Kylar’s hips slammed against yours, leaving you breathless.

“So mean,” Kylar muttered under his breath as he repeatedly jackhammered into you. You were unable to form a response. “So, so mean.”

“Ky—” you managed to squeak out before you were cut off by your own, loud moan. His eyes flashed before he slipped a hand between your legs and began to stroke you. Clearly, your meanness hadn't damaged his dedication.

“F-fuck, I...” you yourself whimpered as your climax hit. A manic grin grew on Kylar's face as he felt your walls clench around him.

He didn't stop his rubbing nor his thrusting as you rode out your orgasm, his free hand still digging into your skin. The pain and pleasure mixed, and you could tell by the look on Kylar's face that it was exactly what he had wanted.

“So-hah-good!” Kylar panted as his hips slammed so hard into you that you felt yourself move several inches. “I love you!” He cried out as he thrust as deeply as possible, gripping your hips for leverage as he came inside of you. He didn't move, just stared at you possessively for a moment, his entire body slick with sweat. Then, with a huff, he dropped his full body weight on top of you, burying his head in the crook of your neck with a sniffle.

“You're so mean,” he whined for what felt like the millionth time. You giggled in response.

“You did a good job,” you told him, running your fingers through his hair. He pulled back to give you a pleased smile, humming happily. A twitch inside you reminded you that Kylar still hadn't pulled out.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, eyeing him. “Seriously? Again? Already?”

He pressed feather-light kisses to your neck, eliciting a soft moan from you. Then, he flashed you a devious smile.

“My turn to be mean.”

[abbi111]

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑲𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊 (part I)

Tags: manipulation, yandere, Kakashixreader, possessive, toxic relationship, isolation, angst Minors Do Not Interact 18+

Kakashi and you had a very toxic relationship. He would play the good boyfriend role around other people but alone it was night and day. It was easy to make him mad and he was very possessive of you. Being able to do anything but shop for groceries is impossible. Well without a fight and a few hurtful words being spat.

You were cleaning up the living room and picking up around the house when your boyfriend Kakashi comes home. Yall have been sharing a two room home together for some time now.

“I’m back from a mission. Where’s my girl?”

You fix the last book on the shelf before turning both in relief and dread. You plastered a smile on your face, turning to greet him like always.

“Hii Kashi, I missed you,” you walked to him and threw your arms around him. Enjoying his company.

“Why hasn’t this already been cleaned up?”

You look up at him meeting his eyes.

“Oh this is from today I’ve been cleaning everyday you have been gone promise.”

He runs his hand down the your hair cupping your face.

“Good girl, finish what you’re doing and make me something to eat ok?”

You nod obediently at his command. You knew what he expected from you and you needed to keep accomplishing it.

“Of course,” your heart was pounding out your chest.

After finishing all your task you join the coach next to him.

“Um… Kakashi, I was thinking…” you started, trying to keep your voice light. “I want to go back to school. Just part-time. I’ve been looking at classes.”

The shift in the air was instant. His eye stayed fixed on the page in front of him, but his finger stilled mid-turn.

“Haven’t we been over this before n/a?”

Kakashi voice was calm, but there was an icy edge to it that made your stomach twist.

“We have talked about this,” he continued, his single eye narrowing slightly as he turned his head to face you fully. “Why would you want to surround yourself with people who don’t care about you? Who don’t know you like I do?” His hand wrapped around your wrist, not hard enough to bruise but tight enough to send a message. “You’ve been doing so well here with me. Why mess that up?” You tried to speak, to reason, but he leaned in closer. “Why would you want to throw yourself into something like that, are you trying to get away from me?” His hand reached out, wrapping around your wrist with just enough pressure to make your breath catch. His voice dropped lower, almost a whisper. “You don’t need ideas, sweetheart. You need to be safe. And I’m the only one who can give you that.”

You nodded slowly, the fight draining from you. “Okay. I was just… thinking out loud.”

He studied you for a moment longer, then let go of your wrist and leaned back.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “Always so good when you remember who you belong to.”

Then he pulled you into his lap, arms wrapping around you with deceptive warmth.

“You’ll thank me one day,” he whispered against your hair. “The world out there doesn’t love you like I do. Do you even realize how this makes me feel?”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry for raising my voice, love. You’re too special to be wasting your time on dreams that don’t matter.” His fingers ran through your hair, slow and rhythmic like he was trying to soothe a child. “You know how fragile you are. The world will chew you up and spit you out, and I won’t always be there to protect you if you keep pushing me away.” He held you tighter, like he was trying to make you smaller, more manageable. “I only want what’s best for you. That’s why I have to be firm sometimes. You don’t see it now, but one day, you’ll thank me for keeping you close. For keeping you safe.”

[distracted-milkshake]

Backseats - Tony Stark x reader

Warnings: sex sex sexxx but not smut, mentions of injuries, typical pregnancy talk

Words: 3.7k

Rating: M

Summary: Tony grapples with the fact that, after finally getting you pregnant, you’re a bit more pregnant than either of you expected.

or

In which almost every important thing since you met Tony seems to happen in the backseat of a car.

Had an exact idea for this, and it just came out for once, ending me with a sweet little one-shot I’m happy to say came out exactly how I wanted. Hope you enjoy!

Little unfun fact, I may have broken my foot halfway through finishing this. Won’t know till tomorrow, but I am quite pissed

Also want to note that I didn’t notice till I was about half done, but there’s not actual reference to Tony being Iron Man or having the arc reactor anywhere in this. I didn’t exactly do this on purpose but it felt worth pointing out

Ao3 link

“No. No, that’s entirely too many.” 

Tony was sat beside you at your ultrasound appointment, squinting to get a better look at the image being displayed. 

“Tony…” you started, though you weren’t sure how to continue. 

He pulled his hands out of his pockets, standing up. 

“Did I hit my head?” He tapped the monitor, and the doctor gave you a disapproving look you could do nothing but shake your head at, shrugging. 

“Are you seeing this?” He looked at you, head at a tilt. 

“Yes. I told you.” 

“You’re kidding me. Tell me you’re kidding me, this has got to be some sort of prank.” 

He tapped his foot in relative silence for a moment, chewing his lip. 

“We’ve got to downsize.” You gave him an unamused frown, to which he put his hands up defensively. 

“Only joking.” He said. 

“Don’t even.” You said. Any way you interpreted that wasn’t funny. 

“What’s the odds on that, by the way?” He inquired. 

“IVF brings a much higher chance of multiples, so not that unlikely, actually.” 

You’d only gone for artificial methods after banging for almost a year with no results. 

Despite supplements and tracking and Tony stepping it up, something just wasn’t working. 

You’d brought it up when he made it home late one night. 

“You look lively after fourteen hours.” You said from the couch as Tony walked in, dumping his briefcase by the stairs for later. 

“Private plane’ll do that. I’m not even tired, I think I’ve grown immune to jet lag.” 

“How’d it go?” 

“It was wild. They asked about you. I said you’d gotten into beekeeping.” 

“That’s what we’re saying now?” You teased. 

“Hey, whatever they’ll print.” 

“Appreciate it.” 

You could only manage flying once or twice a year, otherwise? You could handle not seeing Tony for a few days. In fact, more times than not you could use it. 

“Aside that, it has been a hell of a day. Meet you in bed?” 

“Sure thing.” 

With that and a kiss on the cheek, he went off to the bathroom. 

You headed to the bedroom, and a few minutes later Tony joined you, already stripped to his slacks. 

“God you look sexy when you do that.” He murmured, pulling off his socks and getting on the bed next to you. 

“I’m not doing anything,” 

“Exactly. You don’t need to.” 

He tugged off what little you were wearing, situating himself between your legs. 

“You gotta shave if I’m gonna do this.” He blew a tuft of hair off his forehead. 

“You offered.” 

“As if I’m going to pass it up, please. Waiter? There’s a hair in my meal.” He spat, picking at his tongue, making you giggle. 

He smiled. finished undressing and crawled up to kiss you, pulling you down by the waist off the headboard to on your back in the pillows. 

You stared ahead, brow drawn as he pulled your leg up over his shoulder. 

“Jesus that feels like coming home.” He huffed. 

“Tony?” 

“Yeah?”  

“Why haven’t I gotten pregnant yet?” He slowed, giving you a look. 

“Well I wouldn’t know. Hormones, cycles, the whole thing‘s finicky, never really made sense of it myself.” 

”Tony.” You voiced with a groan, scrunching your nose. 

“You want me to stop right now and answer?” 

“No, I just– I’m serious.” 

“So am I. I don’t know.” 

You sat up on your elbows, and Tony sighed, dropping your leg and sitting back. “Think maybe we should try something different?” You said. 

“Like what?” 

“You know.” 

He sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Not to be possessive, or whatever it’s called now, but I really don’t like to share.” 

“Oh Jesus, Tony, no! I mean like artificial insemination, IVF, you know, that kind of thing.” 

“Thank god. Though I was afraid you meant that.” He sighed, resting on his haunches. “Frick.” 

“You don’t want to?” 

“It’s not that I don’t want to…” he scratched his chin. “Actually, yes it is. I don’t want to. Scoot.” 

You moved over so he could pull his legs out from under him and climb up next to you, pushing the covers out of the way, gesturing for you. 

You laid back into his arms.

“No, we’ll keep trying. It’ll sort itself out, I’m sure.” 

“Any particular reason?” 

“Do we have to get into it? I just don’t want to.” 

“All right then.” You leaned up and kissed him, pulling him against you. 

You liked Tony because you hadn’t known who he was when you met him. He was stranded from some failed scheduling, and in the backseat of a ride share he’d asked to borrow your phone like any other person would.  

“Really, just one call and I’ll give it right back.” 

You'd rolled your eyes, but handed it over. “You should put your seatbelt on.” You had said. 

“I’m like ten minutes from where I’m going, this guy doesn’t care.” 

And then when he gave it back to you, you had found his number in it. 

You’d called him the next day, of course, with full intent to tell him to buzz off, only to be stunned into intrigue. 

“Great. Now I have yours.” Had been all he said before hanging up. 

After that, you texted near daily. He wasn’t always the greatest at responding, so you preferred video calls. It was like that for months before you finally went out. You played hard to get, right up until he got you. 

You had told him it was on one condition, that he wouldn’t chew you up and spit you out like he did to supermodels and reporters, or say, his secretary. 

That if you were going to date him, and really date him, that he’d have to be all in, it was you or bust; you weren’t going to let him play you into something just for it to fall through. 

Not when you knew he was the only one for you. 

He’d only said one thing to that: “Done.” 

And two weeks later he proposed to you on live television. 

The media still didn’t believe, no matter how many times Tony said you were special, that you were going to last. 

Stuff spread fast as soon as you were seen in public together, journalists certain you were his latest in a long line of heartless flings. 

So you agreed to help him change that. 

“Go easy on her, yeah? She’s not used to television, but it's cool, because she agreed to be here with me, and honestly that’s enough work in a relationship on its own, I think she’s clear for the year.” Watching Tony beam on camera, every ounce of charm working, was worth it on its own. 

“Well we’ve got some great stuff planned for tonight, so don’t you worry.” 

You smiled, seated on that couch next to him in front of a whole studio audience and probably millions of viewers, because although you felt out of place, and a little in over your head, Tony kept his hand on yours damn near the entire time. 

Despite being asked a few questions, Tony answered most of them for you, dismissing any negative rhetoric coming your way, which you appreciated, because you could hardly believe the audacity of some of the things they were saying. 

You wouldn’t have agreed to do it if Tony hadn’t let you pick your own outfit, a loose, patterned jumpsuit, and made sure you didn’t have to wear any makeup that you didn’t usually. 

You got to show off when they asked about it, giving a spin Tony stayed holding your hand through, to lots of claps and applause, which would’ve been your highlight of the night if not for what came right after. 

“Well might I just say I think I speak for everyone when I say you look amazing tonight,” the interviewer complimented a little too gushingly, eyeing you. 

“Hey, easy. I am taken.” You spoke up, smiling thinly. 

“Fiery; I like it. Where’s he been keeping you!” 

“Wherever she pleases,” Tony said. “As it turns out, because I don’t keep her.”

“So, last question, have you thought about settling down?” The interviewer pivoted, letting you breathe easier, not wanting but more than willing to make a scene over anything more.

“Thought about? Oh yeah.” Tony said. “We’re pretty inseparable as it is. I don’t go a day without talking to her.” He glanced at you, brown eyes shining. “We’ve discussed it a little. Playfully, mostly. I don’t doubt why she doesn’t always take me seriously.” 

“Does marriage scare you?” The interviewer asked. 

“Terrifies, if I’m honest. But actually, it’s more the asking, you know, the hardest part is deciding when is a good time.” 

You straightened your back, alert as Tony leaned back to dig around in the pocket of his suit before standing, giving you a nod as you stared at him with wide eyes, getting down on one knee. 

You could feel how red your face must’ve been with all the cameras on you. 

“You’d make me the happiest man on Earth if you said yes.” 

The interview had been to announce you were together, among other things, after months of tabloids and speculation, to clear things up. Though the way Tony had phrased it beforehand made it all make a lot more sense. 

“I just wanna let the world know I’ve met someone really special, and I’ve changed. I want to show them.” He adjusted your mic backstages behind the tech’s back, placing his hands on your upper arms. 

“Because things are gonna change.” 

The interview blew up, and pictures of your red, tear stained, smiling face as Tony hugged you, engagement ring held up, displayed proudly on your hand, were in articles and magazines the world over. 

All the attention was a little overwhelming, but you were the most thrilled you had ever been in your life to be engaged to Tony Stark. 

He’d asked you after, on the way home, if it was too much, but you assured him it was perfect. 

“I thought about it immediately when I was asked to do the interview, and I knew if I didn’t do it then I was going to put it off. So I’m, how you say…”

“Sorry?”

“That.” You gave him an expectant eyebrow raise. 

“I’m… sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but you don’t deserve that, being strung out.” 

“It was very you. I still can’t believe I didn’t see it coming, I was so nervous.” 

“I saw that, I was afraid you’d faint.” 

“Oh lord, don’t even say that!” You laughed, giving him a shove. 

“It’s fine, I would’ve caught you.” He kissed your ear, giving it a tug with his teeth before you threw your arms over his shoulders and pushed him into a heated kiss. 

You first started trying for a baby four months after the wedding. 

“Hey, be here when we’re done, yeah? It’s gonna be a long night. You get in there, get yourself a drink, enjoy.” Tony dismissed the cab driver with a tip. 

“I cannot stand when they talk. Tell me again why we couldn’t get a limo?” You were fidgeting, not because of nerves, but excitement. 

“Whatcha smilin’ about? It’s just an action flick, probably not even good.” You would forever commend Tony on his ability to read a room, mood, or vibe without seeming to even look. Especially when it came to you. 

“I was going to tell you when we got home tonight.” 

“Tell me…?” He tilted his head at you, doing that thing with his lips that never failed to make your chest tight. “We’re not getting back till late, come on.” He urged. 

“You know we were talking last month, and I– I took it to heart.” 

“Oh?” 

You took a deep breath. “I stopped taking my birth control yesterday.” 

His eyes lit up. “You serious?” 

“I think I’m ready.” You nodded. 

He all but tackled you in the backseat of that cab, littering your jaw in kisses before moving down to your cleavage, making you yelp. 

“It’s not going to work yet!” You laughed. 

“Doesn’t mean I can’t try. Celebratory sex, you, me, now.” 

“Tony…! We’ve got a premiere!” 

He brought up his watch, squinting. 

“I’ve got ten minutes and a hard-on, seriously, they’re still playing ads, we won’t miss a thing. And ‘sides, I gotta practice dropping my pullout game.” 

“You are unbelievable.” 

“Won’t make a mess, swear it.” 

“God I love you.” You gripped his lapel, pulling him into a kiss. 

Having straightened out your two-piece and fixed Tony’s hair, grinning when he gave your ass a more than friendly pat, you started the couple blocks to the theater. 

“Right, let’s hurry.” You crossed the street, close by his side. 

“You really cut it close.” You shook your head at him, double checking your clothes. 

“Completely worth it. Do it again in a heartbeat.” 

You swore you always felt like a teenager with their first crush around him, the way he looked at you, always excited you were in the room. 

He took your hand, letting his fingers thread with yours. 

“hey so, I promise I’m gonna be a better dad than mine was. I know I’m not great, but… I promise I’m gonna be decent.” 

“You’re already half there.” You squeezed his hand, giving him a nudge. 

“You think so?” 

“I wouldn’t have married you otherwise.” 

He kissed the crown of your head, before lights and cameras surrounded you both on the carpet. 

But not everything had been roses. 

A few months after that, you’d both been in an accident. 

Tony had been driving, when a tire blew along a turn, sending the car over the side of the highway into the bushes. 

He'd gone through the windshield, hitting the hood and landing a few feet in front of the car in the dirt. 

You scrambled to unfasten your seatbelt, stumbling dazedly out the passenger door onto your hands, shaking it off and rushing to Tony.

“Oh my god, Tony!” Relief washed over you as he groaned when you turned him over. 

“Ow .” 

“Are you hurt?” 

“Jesus, duh.” He felt his face and chest, blinking through the bleary vision. 

“Just my head, I think, but holy shit.” 

You helped him up into the backseat, pulling out your phone and dialing 911. 

“I’m calling an ambulance.” 

You grabbed Tony’s handkerchief for the bleeding from his head, telling the operator where you were and what happened, as well as your husband’s condition. 

“Right, they’re on their way. Don’t lean back, sit up.” 

”We should try IVF.” 

“What?” 

“You mentioned it, and I know I said I was against it, but I think we need to look into it.” 

“Tony we were just in a car crash–”

“Yeah and I really put something into perspective for me. I really don’t want to die before we manage to conceive.” 

“That’s what you were thinking about?” You couldn’t help but laugh under your breath. 

“Deadass, sweetie. Imagine how ridiculous it would be if we ended up childless at like fifty because I was too worried about being seen as inadequate.” 

“You’re kidding me. That’s why you didn’t want to?” 

“Come on. It should be obvious. I spent years sleeping around, making my name synonymous with sex, and I can’t even get my wife pregnant? I would never live that down.” 

“Hey, it was not for lack of trying.” 

“Don’t I know it.” He huffed, wincing as you checked where you’d been staunching his head. 

“I want kids with you.” He said. “And I mean that.” 

“Yeah, okay.” You nodded. 

“Okay? Okay.”  

A half hour or so later the ambulance showed up, and you spent the rest of the evening getting Tony stitches. 

He’d been lucky a concussion and a couple fractured ribs was all he got off with, and he wouldn’t have even gotten that if he’d been wearing a seatbelt. 

“I guess there’s something to be said for getting it over with.” Back in the present, Tony was still talking himself into the news. 

“What do I know, maybe it’s incredibly efficient.” He sighed. “How many did you want again?” 

“Like, two?” You threw out. 

“Surprise, bonus for ya.” He gestured like he was pulling a slot machine. “You struck a three for one, cash-in is in eight months. Hope you know this is your early birthday gift. Christmas too.” 

“That’s a relief.” You shook your head, remembering the last time Tony tried to get you something, and just how much of a disaster it was. 

“Don’t make fun of me, I’m in a very vulnerable place right now.” He teased, but you could tell there was some seriousness behind it. 

“Three kids…” he exhaled a drawn out breath. 

“You’re gonna do great.” You said. 

“I am? I should be the one telling you. It is safe, correct?” He addressed the doctor. 

“We’ll have to see how the pregnancy develops, twins and triplets are almost always born premature, which adds risk to any delivery.” 

“And they are?” The doctor gave him a confused look. 

“Boys? Girls? Other? All of the above?” 

“It’s too early to tell.” 

“Of course. What was I thinking. Right, well, thanks for the news.” 

He was quiet as you wrapped up, getting cleaned up, and printed off your pictures—three little fuzzy black and white shapes. 

“You good?” You asked out in the hall, on your way to the rear exit, noticing how out of it Tony looked. 

“I’m gonna need to think about it. I’m kinda tingly in the fingers, my heart’s racing, I think I’m still in denial.” 

As you approached the glass door, Tony stopped you with an arm, biting his lip. 

“Shit.” 

You followed his gaze to the moderately sized crowd outside, feeling your heart sink. 

“Oh goddamnit.” 

“Don’t people have anything better to do with their lives?” Tony muttered. 

“How. We took surface roads and parked behind the hospital!” You groaned. 

“Where there's a me there’s a camera hoping to catch something. Car’s close, yeah?” He asked. 

“Yeah.” 

“Right. Deep breath.” 

He tugged off his jacket, covering you as you made your way to the car, ducking you inside while camera flashes snapped from every direction. 

“Mister Stark! Mister Stark! Are you currently going through IVF treatment?” 

“Is your wife expecting?” 

“Sir, is it true you’re going to be a father soon?” 

“Fine, you might as well know now.” He caught your eye through the gap of the tinted car window, and you furrowed your brow. 

“My wife and I are expecting. We’re having triplets.” He said. 

“And that’s all you get.”  

You moved over as he opened the door and got in the seat beside you, quickly shutting it behind him. 

“I can’t believe you just did that.” 

“Yeah, believe it, before I change my mind.” 

“You can’t take it back now!” 

“Well yeah, but if I could, you would have to accept that I wouldn’t, unless I changed my mind, or you really wanted me to, in which case I’d figure it out.” 

“What?” 

“Nevermind.” He rolled up his window the rest of the way, drowning out the paparazzi still clamoring for his attention outside. 

“Hey,” you put your hand on his thigh. “Thank you, Tony.” 

“I’m not the one who’s going to have three human beings inside her, and not in a fun way. Jesus, you’re going to get huge.” He looked down at your stomach, then back up into your eyes. 

“You’re having triplets?” Happy exclaimed from the front seat. 

“Christ, Happy, you are not a part of this conversation.” Tony gave a dramatic slump against his headrest, throwing his hand up. “Is privacy dead!” 

“Yes, we’re having triplets.” You confirmed with a smile. 

Tony turned back to you. “But you are welcome. My sperm and all. Sorry I couldn’t get it the old fashioned way.” 

“I am not complaining.” 

Happy started the car. 

“Seatbelt,” you gave Tony's arm a tap with the back of your hand, and he quickly buckled himself in, kissing his fingers as you drove off. 

“What’s that for?” You asked. 

“I’m kissing my free time goodbye.” He exhaled heavily. 

“Half the house is going to be kids’ stuff, isn’t it?” 

“Half the house is going to be kids’ stuff.” You chuckled. 

“Not the basement.” 

“Basement can stay.” You assured him. 

“I’m gonna have to uninstall the fountain, aren’t I? It’s just not safe.” 

“I wasn’t gonna say it.” 

“Holy shit, what are we gonna name them!” He interjected, his expression somewhere between panicked and elated. 

“‘Cause all I’ve only got Maria. That’s it. Does first to pop out get priority, or…?” He showed his teeth, gesturing. “There’s gotta be at least one girl out of three, right?” 

“Actually, I was thinking Virginia for a girl.” 

“That’s funny.“ He deadpanned. 

“She’s been a big help.” You shrugged. 

“You got me laughing.” He shook his head. 

“But seriously. I’m typically great at naming things, but, people who can get mad at me later– not to mention something I’m gonna have to call out across the house only about three million times, I’m not so sure if I want that to be my mom’s name.”

“We’ll figure it out.” You ran a hand through where his hair had shuck loose to hang in his eyes, kissing his cheek. 

It was wild to think less than a two years ago you’d met him for the very first time, and now you were closer to him than anyone, married and having kids. 

“Hey Happy, closest drive through with ice cream?” Tony leaned forward to ask. 

“You know this woman had ice cream every day while she was pregnant, and apparently, full fat ice cream has like fourteen grams of protein per cup? It’s nuts. More if you add nuts now I think about it. That’s not a bad idea. Butter pecan?” 

“Ice cream sounds great right now.” 

“I’m not suggesting you do that, but as far as becoming a picky eater goes… not the worst idea.” 

You pulled through a Dairy Queen, getting two butter pecan ice creams. 

Tony pulled out his phone and held up his spoon, clinking it with yours. 

“To becoming parents.” He toasted, kissing a bit of pecan off your upper lip, snapping a picture of you both as you laughed. 

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I keep making scenarios in my head about how yoongi will react to taes message😭 can't wait to see what actually happens

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your thumb almost instantaneously locks your phone again

and your eyes travel up to peek at his

but he’s not even looking at you, just walks towards the kitchen to start the dishes

you quietly sigh and rub your forehead

talk about bad timing

you follow him into the kitchen

“it’s not what you think,” is all you can get yourself to say

he shrugs his shoulders with a slight shake to his head

“yoongi,” you mumble as you close the distance between you two

he turns to look over his shoulder at you. “why are you still entertaining him?”

you blink at him in confusion. “i haven’t heard from him in days, what are you talking about?”

he redirects his focus to the dishes and just keeps doing them

you sigh quietly. “does it bother you?”

he says, “no, you can do whatever you want, obviously. you’re single, aren’t you?”

“don’t be like this,” you say under your breath, leaning against the counter next to the sink where he’s standing

“like what?” he says. now he’s trying to sound unbothered, you can hear the shift in his tone

��yoongi, stop.” you take the sponge from him and wrap your fingers around his wrist to bring his hand directly under the stream of tap water to rinse the soap before turning the lever

he turns to look at you and you pull him towards you

he lets you but you can still feel him being tense

he adds, “it’s whatever. he’s just jarring.”

you chuckle at his wording. “what has he ever done to you?”

he stares at you and tilts his head to the side

you avoid his eyes, just busying yourself with brushing his hair out of his eyes

“being the reason why i didn’t take you against a wall in that restroom during joon’s ceremony.”

now he’s being ridiculousssss

you shake your head. “that was because of my dress. has nothing to do with him.”

“no? you weren’t rushing to go chat with him again? didn’t make it clear to him that i was just your ex-husband?” he starts pulling you closer by your waist

damn.

you did actually do that😭

“uh,” you start, already feeling the urge to lie to him bubble up the back of your throat.

he shakes his head. “i get it. you were annoyed, weren’t you?”

hm?

“annoyed?”

“yeah. because of yuna.”

oh.

you’d forgotten about yuna

“oh.” you glance up into his eyes and he’s staring straight at you. “yeah. i guess so.”

he slowly nods his head. “at least you know nothing’s happening between me and yuna because she’d rather do you. like your photoboy.”

you frown at this. “what?”

a dry chuckle leaves his mouth. “what are you confused about?”

“what are you talking about?”

“you think men text women ‘hey beautiful’ without hoping to fuck her at some point?”

you blink at him a few times

like mentioned before

you were never really in the dating pool

because you got with yoongi when you were pretty young

so you’re not sure how men text when they want something

you’re better at reading them in real life

you can’t say there wasn’t flirtatious energy when you spoke with taehyung though

he’s not done though. “men only want one thing, alright?”

what???

“doesn’t that apply to you too?” you inquire, a deep frown on your brows

“all i want is for my life to go back to normal.”

…

huh?? what is he on about?

“but you need to heal first.” he finishes his rant by planting a soft kiss on your forehead before pulling his hands away from your body and returning his attention to the dishes

you just watch him this time, dumbfounded

just as you part your lips to say something, you hear your doorbell ring

you snap out of your trance and head towards the front door

as you open up, you see your mother standing there, holding jun

and jun’s holding a biscuit

“my baby,” you coo as you reach for him and he immediately jumps into your arms

you hug him tightly, kissing his chubby cheeks

your mom enters your home and closes the door behind her before starting heading into the kitchen

wait

wait

WAIT

YOONGI’S THERE

you lied to her about it in the beginning but it’s still embarrassing!!!!

“wa-wait!” you turn to look at her. “where are you going?”

she frowns and then glances down at her hand. “i got a few juiceboxes for jun. i’m just gonna put them in the fridge.”

“oh! i’ll do that.” you put jun down

“spend time with your son. i can put a few juiceboxes in the fridge. do i look like a moron?” she rolls her eyes and starts heading into the kitchen

well…. fuck.

“oh.”

you can hear the surprise in her voice

ohhhh gooodness.

you walk with jun towards the kitchen.

“okay. interesting,” is all she says as she puts the juiceboxes back

yoongi looks extremely awkward

and his cheeks + ears turning a shade of crimson isn’t helping at all

“goodmorning, ma.” he nods at her

“morning, yoongi.” she nods back and scratches the back of her head. “well, i’m gonna get going. need to work.”

without even saying bye, your mom has sprinted out your home

so typical of her

you don’t even wanna know what’s going through her mind atp

you shake your head before glancing down at the gremlin by your feet

“daddy,” he says as he runs up to him

yoongi dries his hands and picks him up. “my boy,” he coos, tickling his sides

jun just giggles and shows his father the spiderman toy that he got

yoongi pretends to be interested and you just stare at this scene in front of you

and you hear a crack

but that crack is coming from inside of your own body

you soon realize it’s your heart

because now you understand what yoongi meant when he said he wanted his life to go back to normal.

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pt 21 -

Monday morning arrived too quickly. I turned to my dad, who was standing by my car door with a bittersweet smile.

“Drive safe, honey,” he said, pulling me into a warm hug. “Text me when you get back to school, okay?”

“I will,” I promised, squeezing him tightly. “I’ll miss you.”

“Miss you too, kiddo. But go have fun. College is supposed to be the best time of your life,” he said, patting my shoulder.

Once I settled into the driver’s seat, I checked my phone and saw a text from Matt.

Matt: Haven’t seen you in a couple of days, and I already miss you. Drive safe. Can’t wait to see you again.

A smile tugged at my lips as I reread the message. I quickly typed back:

Me: I’ll be back soon. Miss you too.

Starting the engine, I felt a strange mixture of excitement and nervousness. Thanksgiving break had been a whirlwind, but now it was time to head back to school—and back to Matt.

As I parked outside the dorm building, I saw Matt leaning casually against the entrance, scrolling on his phone. I shook my head, smiling to myself. 

“Didn’t expect to see you out here,” I called as I got out of the car.

He looked up, grinning, and walked over. “Figured you could use a hand,” he said, reaching for my bag before I even had a chance to grab it.

“I can handle my own bags, you know,” I said, holding onto it just long enough to make him roll his eyes.

“Sure you can, but I don’t mind,” he replied, slinging it over his shoulder with ease.

As we walked inside, I nudged him. “You’re acting like it’s been months. I just saw you.”

“Yeah, well, two days is long enough,” he said, smirking.

When we got to the room, he dropped my bag by my bed and turned to me, that familiar playful look in his eyes. “Miss me yet?”

I laughed. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” he said, stepping closer. Before I could come up with another sarcastic remark, he wrapped his arms around me, lifting me off the ground.

“Matt! Put me down!”

He did, but not before kissing me. When he pulled away, his forehead rested against mine.

“Okay, maybe I missed you a little,” I admitted softly, making him grin.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, brushing his thumb along my cheek.

“Now help me unpack” I said, pulling away and opening my bag.

“Bossy,” he muttered, landing a smack on my ass causing me to jump.

“Matthew!” he just laughed at himself

Matt had just finished unpacking one of my bags when another knock came at the door. He glanced at me curiously, then walked over to open it.

Chris stood on the other side, his hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets, looking unusually serious.

“Hey,” Chris said, his tone firm but not unkind. “I need to talk to Y/N. Alone.”

Matt answered before I could, “About what?”

“It’s personal,” Chris replied, glancing briefly at me before locking eyes with Matt again.

Matt didn’t budge “Whatever you need to say, you can say it with me here.”

I stepped closer, “Shut up and get out”

Matt looked at me for a long moment before sighing. “Alright,” he muttered, grabbing his keys from the desk. 

With that, he left, closing the door behind him. Chris stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, and I crossed my arms, waiting.

“Well?” I said, raising an eyebrow. “What’s so important?”

Chris shifted on his feet, his hands still stuffed in his hoodie pockets as he avoided my gaze.

He let out a breath. “This is kind of awkward, but I needed to talk to you about something.”

I tilted my head, watching him curiously. “Go on,” I urged.

He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. “I’ve been talking to Charlie a lot lately,” he admitted. “And I think I’m starting to feel something for her.”

The words hit me with a flicker of surprise, but I quickly pushed it aside. I folded my arms and leaned back against the desk. “Oh?” I said, keeping my tone neutral.

“Yeah,” he nodded, finally looking at me. “But Charlie made it clear, really clear that nothing’s going to happen between us unless I talk to you first. She said she didn’t want to hurt you or make anything awkward, especially after everything that’s happened.”

I blinked, a little stunned by the unexpected twist. “Chris,” I said, my voice softening, “I dont give a fuck.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Really? I mean, I didn’t know if you’d be cool with it, especially since you guys are close.”

“Of course,” I said. “Look, I’m working things out with Matt. Me and you already decided that stuff between us meant nothing. You two deserve to be happy. If you like her and she likes you, then fuck it.”

Chris looked at me for a moment, “You’re sure? I don’t want things to be fucked up between us.”

I stepped forward and rested a hand on his shoulder. “Chris, I. Do. Not. Care.”

He let out a breath, finally smiling. “Thanks god.”

“Just treat her right, Dont fuck other girls behind her back” I added with a teasing grin.

He laughed, the tension in the room finally breaking. “I’ll do my best.”

He gave a quick hug saying he would see me later and left the room.

I grabbed my phone and quickly typed out a message to Matt.

“You can come back now. Chris is gone.”

I hit send and set my phone down, letting out a small breath. A few seconds later, it buzzed with his reply.

Matt: “Be there in two seconds.”

I smiled at the screen, while I waited for him.

It’s been a week since Chris asked for permission to talk to Charlie, and now it’s game day. Charlie and I are in my dorm, music playing softly while we get ready together. 

I pull Matt’s oversized hockey sweatshirt over my head, It hangs loosely past my hips, and his last name stretches across my arm in bold letters. I smooth it down over my black flared leggings and glance at myself in the mirror. It’s a simple look, but with my black vest and Uggs, it’s perfect for the cold rink.

“I still can’t believe we’re matching, Like do we look dumb” Charlie says, tugging Chris’s sweatshirt on over her head. It’s just as oversized as mine, and it practically swallows her frame. She pairs it with her own flared leggings and a black puffer vest.

“Probably but who care” I reply, slipping my Uggs on. “Besides, We’re showing support.”

She grins, tying her hair back into a loose ponytail. “Sure, but don’t act like you don’t love looking like Matt’s personal billboard.”

I roll my eyes, “Okay, maybe I do. But you’re doing the exact same thing for Chris.”

“Because he's sexy,” she laughs, 

“You look great,” I tell her. “Chris is gonna want to fuck”

“And Matt’s going to love that his name is practically stamped on you,” she winks at me

“Okay, okay,” I say, shaking my head but secretly loving it. I sling my crossbody bag over my shoulder and take one last glance in the mirror.

“Ready?” Charlie asks, bouncing on her toes.

“Now I am,” I say with a smile.

The arena was buzzing with energy when Charlie and I found our seats. We were bundled in our boys’ sweatshirts, surrounded by a sea of students and locals, all cheering for the team. 

“Look, there those fuckers are!” Charlie nudged me, pointing toward the ice. Matt and Chris were already warming up, skating smoothly across the rink. I caught Matt glancing up at the stands, searching for me. When his eyes landed on me, he gave a quick nod, a small smirk tugging at his lips. I rolled my eyes at him before turning back to talk to charlie. 

The game started fast. Matt’s line was aggressive, pressing the other team right from the drop of the puck. Chris was skating like he had something to prove, firing off a couple of close shots that had the crowd roaring.

By the second period, the game was tight, tied 2-2. Matt was on the ice again, battling hard in the corner for the puck. That’s when it happened. One of the opposing players gave him a hard shove into the boards, and Matt stumbled slightly before regaining his balance.

“Oh, fuck no,” I muttered, leaning forward in my seat.

Charlie grabbed my arm. “Is he gonna beat his ass?”

Matt turned around sharply, skating up to the guy who shoved him. His gloved hand shoved the guy’s shoulder, nothing too aggressive, just enough to send a message. The other player shoved back, and for a moment, it looked like it might escalate.

The refs blew their whistles, skating over to separate them before anything more could happen. Matt skated backward, jaw clenched, still glaring at the guy. 

“Did you see that?” Charlie gasped, wide-eyed.

“Yes charles i’m right here,” I said, shaking my head but smiling. 

As Matt skated back toward the bench, his eyes flicked up toward me. Even from here, I could tell he was still heated, He gave a quick wink before turning to sit down.

Charlie burst out laughing. “Did he just wink at you?”

“Of course, he did,” I said, rolling my eyes again. 

The game pressed on, the crowd staying on the edge of their seats. It was fast-paced and physical, but in the final minutes of the third period, Chris scored the game-winning goal. The arena erupted, and Charlie screamed so loud I thought she might lose her voice.

The boys celebrated on the ice, and when the final buzzer sounded, Matt and Chris skated over toward our side of the rink, tapping their sticks on the glass where we stood cheering. Matt mouthed something to me that looked a lot like “your sexy,”.

As we waited for them outside the locker room after the game, I talked to Charlie and some of the teammates' girlfriends. Players were streaming out, most still flushed from the game, carrying their gear bags. Chris was the first to emerge, running a hand through his damp hair. He was already grinning when he saw us.

“Hello ladies,” he called, tossing his gear bag to the floor. “Enjoy the show?”

“You mean your one goal? Sure,” Charlie teased, crossing her arms but smiling.

Chris smirked and slung an arm around her shoulders. “One goal was all it took.”

Matt followed close behind, his hair wet from the quick rinse he’d taken after the game. He had his duffle bag slung over one shoulder and that easy smirk on his face. 

“Hey,” he said as he walked up to me. His voice was low, as he grabbed my waist pulling it into his looking down at me “Like the sweatshirt?”

I glanced down at the hoodie I was wearing. “It’s alright,” I teased, shrugging. “Kept me warm.”

He laughed and letting go of my waist, gently tugging the hem of the sweatshirt. “Looks better on you anyway.”

Chris clapped his hands together, breaking the moment. “So, dinner? We’re starving. Give us, like, fifteen to shower and change, and we’ll take you two out.”

Charlie looked up at him. “Where are we going?”

“Does it matter?” Matt chimed in, tossing his duffle bag on the floor. “Food’s food.”

I nudged him. “It matters if we’re going somewhere good. I didn’t sit through a whole game for bad food.”

Matt rolled his eyes. “Alright, picky. We’ll figure it out. Meet you outside in fifteen?”

“Sounds good,” I said, watching as the two of them turned to head back toward the showers.

Charlie sighed beside me. “I could eat a whole pizza right now.”

“Same,” I said, glancing toward the locker room doors. My gaze lingered on Matt’s retreating figure. 

Fifteen minutes turned into twenty-five, but eventually, Matt and Chris emerged from the locker room, freshly showered and dressed in their usual casual outfits. Matt was in a plain black hoodie and sweats, his damp hair messy, and Chris had thrown on a flannel over a T-shirt. 

“You guys hungry, or what?” Matt asked as he adjusted the strap of his bag over his shoulder. 

“Starving,” Charlie said immediately, looping her arm through Chris’s.

“Same,” I added, as matt grabbed onto my vest. He knew when i wasn’t in the mood for physical touch. “Where are we going?”

Chris shrugged, glancing at Matt. “That diner by campus?”

Matt nodded. “Works for me.”

The diner was buzzing with post-game energy, other students filling the tables with laughter and chatter. We slid into a booth near the back, Chris and Charlie on one side, and Matt and I on the other.

Matt grabbed a menu and skimmed it, not looking up as he spoke. “You’re getting pancakes, aren’t you?”

I blinked at him, caught off guard. “Why do you always think I’m getting pancakes?”

“Because you always do,” he said plainly, glancing up with a smirk. “You’re predictable.”

I gave him a look but didn’t bother denying it. “And you’re getting a burger, like always.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Maybe I’ll surprise you.”

“You won’t.”

“Do you think we should get appetizers?” Charlie asked, glancing between me and Chris.

“Absolutely,” Chris said, leaning back in his seat. “Mozzarella sticks.”

“That’s a good call,” Matt muttered, scanning the menu again. “Get those and maybe some fries.”

I couldn’t help but smirk. “You realize you’re going to order fries with your burger anyway, right?”

Matt didn’t even look up. “And.”

“Isn’t that like a lot of fries?” I said, reaching for my water.

Chris snorted. “No, that’s just how he eats like shit.”

Matt shot him a look but didn’t respond.

As the conversation shifted, Charlie leaned toward me, resting her chin in her hand. “You’ve got to tell me—how many times has Matt fallen on the ice this season?”

“Not as much as you’d think,” I admitted, though I couldn’t resist adding, “But when he does, it’s spectacular.”

Matt turned his head sharply. “You’re exaggerating.”

“Oh, really?” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Should I pull up the video from last week?”

“Don’t you dare,” he warned, though there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes.

Charlie laughed. “Please, you have to show me later.”

“Traitor,” Matt muttered under his breath, making Chris chuckle.

The appetizers arrived, and everyone dug in immediately. Matt reached for a mozzarella stick, dipping it in marinara before holding it out in front of me. “Want it?”

I stared at him. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch,” he said with a shrug. “Just figured you’d want one before I eat them all.”

I rolled my eyes but took it anyway, muttering, “Generous of you.”

By the time the main courses came, the teasing had died down, replaced by casual chatter about the game.

“That ref was horrible tonight,” Chris said, biting into his sandwich.

“You’re just mad he called you for tripping,” Charlie pointed out.

“Because I didn’t trip him!” Chris argued, throwing his hands up.

Matt smirked. “You definitely did.”

“Shut up, Matt,” Chris shot back, but there was no real venom in his voice.

As I cut into my pancakes, I caught Matt stealing another piece off my plate. “Do you not have food of your own?”

“Yours tastes better,” he said simply, popping the bite into his mouth.

“Unbelievable,” I muttered, though I couldn’t help the small smile tugging at my lips.

Charlie caught my eye and grinned knowingly, but she didn’t say anything.

The rest of the meal passed with more laughter and lighthearted bickering. When the waitress brought the check, Matt reached for it without hesitation, ignoring my protests.

“You’re impossible,” I told him as we walked out of the diner.

“And you’re welcome,” he replied, smirking as he held the door open for me.

As much as he drove me crazy, moments like this made me realize why I kept sticking around.

As we walked out into the cool night air, Matt shoved his hands into the pockets of my hoodie. walking directly behind me “You’re quiet tonight,” he said, his tone casual but observant.

“Just tired,” I replied. “It’s been a long day.”

He nodded, and for a moment, it felt like he wanted to say something else, but instead, he gestured toward the car. “Come on, let’s get you back.”

Matt wasn’t lovey-dovey—he didn’t do sweet words or big gestures—but his actions, small as they were, spoke louder than anything he could’ve said.

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[pigeonpeach]

Yandere Genshin

Prompt: youve caught their eye but… you’re already taken… that won’t be a problem…

Cw: yandere duh, mentions of murder and violence, manipulation, kidnapping, etc. fem reader

Characters: Jean, Diluc,Yelan, Neuvillete

Jean finds herself more and more infuriated with your commitment everyday. A simple hunter from Springvale is the one that catches your eye? How absurd! She knew she should’ve been more forward with her tatics. Oh this frustration and heartbreak has been tormenting her, impacting her work ethic as she tries to give you space. But its hard because you work for her. A cutesy little maid. You belong to her.. you’re everything she could want in a partner. So delicate, so plump, you’re the perfect bride. There’s no way she’s letting a man who can’t read s kid’s book without struggle surpass her!

So… she staged a little accident lets say.. she happened to cut the patrols in the area, making them closer to the city itself. That way there still was protection for the city… just not for the hunters. For awhile they’d been complaining sbout how the patrols spooked the boar. Even though those patrols were meant to cut down and discourage hilichurl camps. From a political perspective she just gave the hunters what they wanted. To up the anti more she had Kaeya tell him about a legendary boar deep into the wilderness. How the boars get bigger in hilichurl camps because they’ve started to fence them off and fatten them up, if he goes at night when they’re asleep, he could surely nail himself a big boar and pass it as a authentic catch…

The short of it was this. Your almost boyfriend snuck into one of the biggest hilichurl camps without the knights patroling nearby. And Kaeya knowing Jean’s work was negatively impacted by him.. may or may not have done something to alert the hilichurls to the the intruder. Quickly he was overwhelmed and beaten. With no knight in sight he was all alone. His struggle only made the hilichurls more violent. They threw him out, beaten to a pulp. When he saw Kaeya he was relieved thinking he was saved. But Kaeya had orders to finish the job of need be.

His death? A accident. Later hunters found him rotting near the camp, no foul play found. No one knew of his idea or who gave it to him, or who gave that person the idea. In your devastation you ended up right in her arms weeping.

“I am so sorry for your loss. I’ll make sure patrols return to normal and those camps are wiped out soon enough. I won’t let you experience such hardship ever again.” Crying to your boss felt so unprofessional but Jean was just so comforting to you. You had been putting on a brave face until now. You stood as she held you. “Lisa bought me this tea recently. It helps to steady my mind when I’m stressed, would you like me to give you some. I know it won’t remove your pain but it should help you somewhat. Unfortunately I can’t give you time off as two others are currently sick. But once they’re back I’ll give you some vacation okay?” She wiped your tears as you nodded.

“Th-that’s reasonable.. th-thank you.. oh god i must be such a burden. You’re already so stressed i didn’t mean to make it worse for you-“

“That’s not the case at all. I care about you. I want you to be safe and happy as every citizen in Mondstadt should be.” She kissed your forehead as she handed you the cup she prepared. “Here drink some tea. It was originally for me but I figure you need it more. I haven’t dranken from it.”

“Y-you’re sure that’s okay? I don’t mind waiting for another cup.” You asked. Oh how innocent you looked. Jean hated how she had to come to this, asking Lisa for a love spell to be put into the tea. But she couldn’t risk doing this to every suitor who got close to success. She needed to make sure you chose her otherwise she might go further next time.

“Its fine.” She said. You drank it with no further complaints.

Diluc was certain this was some sick prank. You, his beloved little maid, in love with nothing more than a simple merchant? Its not uncommon for the route from dawn winery to be used. But a certain merchant he purchased seeds from seemed to be getting far too close to you. Sure you two weren’t dating, he hadn’t even made the first step. But now he was absolutely was going to take drastic measures.

The first step: Distract you. You found yourself being assigned to chores more indoors an less outdoors. Diluc could sense how you would look out beyond hoping to see him again and he didn’t want that to continue. The second step was to lure said merchant back on a day you weren’t working. His arrival was horrible as the maids had all gone home leaving Diluc and Adelinde to recieve him, on a new moon, there was no moon to illuminate his path home so Diluc offered him to stay the night. He thought of this gratefully, originally the death Diluc planned was a simple killed in his sleep. But when he asked about you… oh it activated something in him. He even brought you a gift… how thoughtful… Diluc struggled to maintain his composure.

The merchant never did make it past the night. Despite his struggles. His body found beneath the bridge near Stone Gate. A investigation launched but ultimately blamed on bandits. With it his gift was smashed. You were devastated yes but your employer seemed to suddenly be more attentive than usual. He offered you meals and tea. Often requesting just to talk to you.

“Its getting late. I really should be going.” You set the tea cup back. “This was nice though. I wouldn’t mind doing this again but… oh.. is it raining?” You look out to see water coating the windows as what sounding like rain came from outside.

“Oh my it appears to be. At this hour you would be most vulnerable if you left now. You have no pets correct?”

“No.. oh dear…” you silently began to worry.

“You could always.. stay over. There is many a guest room and there’s spare pajamas for you. I’m certain it’ll be better than getting sick. Besides there’s bandits on the roads at these hours. You remember what happened to that merchant.” His voice luring you to s false sense of safety.

“Yes… I’ve been quite nervous going home now to be honest. Do you know if they ever found who did it?”

“Still nothing. Guards are posted more though. But it wpuld be easier. You do have a early shift here anyways in the morning so you wouldn’t need to go home right away. If that sounds alright.” He says, you jolted slightly as his hand gently grazed yours as you held your jacket. At that moment thunder clapped, startling you.

“I suppose that makes sene. I’ll take you up on that offer then..” you smiled shyly.

“I’ll lead you to your room then.”

He wasn’t going to let you leave.

(A/n: this is a alternative route to my other work Yelan vs Pantalone, dont consider this cannon to that piece but as its own spinoff)

Everyone has secrets. And Yelan’s is the fact that she stole a bride straight from Pantalone. It was mostly just to spite him, and also because she’s a sucker for a pretty face and couldn’t stand letting that happen. But oh they’re far more irresistible than she could’ve imagined. Now that they’re safely hidden in the jade chamber, working as a intern. She’s been visiting them when she comes to visit Ninguang, lucky her that Ninguang would allow her little damsel to stay in the jade chamber. But while her back was turned to her former life, she set her eyes on the people once known as parents to them. Her little Damsel cannot return to her former identity ever. And thus its better for her to believe that Pantalone went back on his word and killed them.

And that’s exactly what ended up happening. The Fatui’s search was halted and stopped because the Millieth wasn’t going to let the Fatui kill civilians just because they lost a bride. Even though they insisted they didn’t all signs pointed to that. She then forged documents to show to her beloved little damsel that this was the plan from the beginning, that Pantalone would have killed her parents upon acquiring her. Like the others so far, she used this opportunity to soothe them and bring them closer. At least this way they are alive and safe rather than in the hands of their families killer. Only… they are infact in the arms of their families killer. All seemed well until some stupid guard started poking around. He seemed more interested in courting them, believing they myst secretly be from s powerful family outside of Liyue and hiding. It was a rumor she purposely started to cover for their true identity. But now it backfired as this man saw a opportunity to climb up the social ladder. She isn’t quite sure what his exact plan was but her guess was he intended to make her fall for him and then marry him when she returned to her life, this guaranteeing a life of luxury. Unfortunately for him that won’t be the case. But Yelan can’t go killing her own. So she decided to simply use her influence to have him demoted to ground work instead. Convincing Ningguang that if allowed to stay he’ll uncover their scheme. The reason given to him was that apparently he was too loud or social than was acceptable in such environments. Afterwards he died to a hilichurl raid. Whoops.

“You.. you got my stuff?” You were surprised when she came to you with a crate.

“Yes, since legally you’re dead, your parents stuff was sold at auction at request of your family members. I grabbed what I remembered you valued myself.” She said with s smile as you beamed at the sight of your old things.

“It won’t raise suspicions will it?” Yu asked.

“I won’t let it. Don’t worry your pretty little head about the details.” She said patting you.

“I-i don’t know what I could do to repay you. You’ve done so much for me i-i truly have never had someone like you in my life.” You looked at her expecting a sort of humble brush off or something to actually be named.

“A date would be nice. Once everything cools down of course.” Her voice was like a purr, making you flustered.

“O-oh sure.. as long as it won’t cause you any trouble.”

“Perfect.” She said. You didn’t see it but she was considering drugging your tea that sat on the table behind her. A love potion, how typical but how effective. But seeing your blush she could tell you had infact fallen for her already. Which made the potion more of a backup if you ever lost feelings.

Neuvillete is anything but dishonest. But… seeing you cling to the arm of a guard, how happy you two looked.. it left him green with envy and red with wrath. To control himself he decided to simply change the guards routine to be out of your way. But you just went to meet them after work. His favorite little employee falling for the guard rather than him.. he felt deeply insulted.

Time for more drastic measures. He asks a favor from the clueless and happy Sedene (a simple melusine) to sneak into his house. To which she happens to find something. Just as planned he spends his time arranging scenarios to increase suspicion causing the other guards perform a check up right as he is planted with primordial sea water. He is quickly taken away to be questioned. Meanwhile you are distraught. You never thought him capable of such feats. But alas he was hardly the man you thought he was.

“I-I’m so sorry.. i truly didn’t know anything… i- Oh god ll this time..” you were hyperventilating as you were brought into questioning. “I-i.. oh god.. am i in danger? I could’ve ended up just like those missing girls..” Neuvillette’s hands reached out to your space as if to tell you to quiet down.

“I understand this situation is difficult. If necessary I’ll give you a moment to compose yourself. There isn’t any reason I have to suspect you but I still have to take precautions. You agreed to the random house search and no trace of seawater was found. I’m simply asking if he told you of anything suspicious or gave you any implications of his true nature.” He lowered his voice in a more gentle manner than he would in court. You sniffled as you wiped your tears.

“He.. he did keep inviting me to his place. I never went though. I didn’t think we were far along to do such things.. you know like… intimacy..” you nervously muttered. He still heard you, he was pleased to know you two didn’t get too serious.

“Were you two officially a couple?”

“No.. but we were close… i was going to ask him but then this all happened and… you know the story from there.”

“Hmm.. I see. It appears you infact were a target. Is there any reason you can think of?” He says. The sight of you so heartbroken and shaking is strangely attractive to him. So timid, so easily manipulated.

“No.. no not at all.. i don’t understand why?” You seemed more and more frightened. “S-should i not leave the house for a bit. This sounds very scary.. i don’t know if I can continue my routine as normal like this!” You whimpered as your hands seemed to get closer to your body. As if you retreating into she’ll to hide in.

“Fear not, I’ll have the secret patrol watch over. And each guard will undergo inspections from here onward. But i will be seeing you more. I want at least weekly updates to know of any strange activities or unexpected changes. Understand?” He said. You nodded. “With my life, I promise you, you will be safe. And I will let no harm come to you.. ever.”

[taiyaki-o]

HI NEIGHBOR! pt. 2

read pt 1 here!

synopsis: you and Megumi grow even closer, and some new developments have your life changing for the better

tags: gojo x gn!reader, fluff, non curse au

A few days pass, and you’re making breakfast when you hear a knock at the door. You dust off your hands as you answer.

“Hm? Oh, Megumi! It’s you!” You smile as you spot the boy, and he’s clutching the stack of books. He looks away a bit bashful and attempts to hold out the stack.

“I finished them. You can have them back,” he mumbles. You chuckle and take the books out of his hands before he drops them all.

“Did you enjoy them? Which one was your favorite?”

“I liked the book on sea animals a lot.”

“That’s one of my favorites too! The diagrams are really interesting, don’t you think?”

He nods. You notice that his gaze lingers on said book a little wistfully.

“Do you…want to keep it?”

Your heart melts a bit at the way his eyes light up.

“Really?” He asks shyly.

“Of course! I haven’t touched it for some time anyway. I think it’ll be better off with you.” You smile and give the book back to him, and he hesitates, but then grabs the book with two hands and hugs it to his chest.

“…”

You let out a soft grunt as he softly tackles you in a hug, and you quickly lift the books that are still in your arms out of the way.

“Woah, easy there!” You laugh. You find a space to dump the books and bend down a bit to hug him back.

“Thank you,” He mumbles softly but earnestly. You smile softly.

“Anytime.”

He brings his head back suddenly, his nose wrinkling.

“What’s that smell?”

You look up to see smoke coming from what should be your breakfast.

“Hm? Oh shit-“

-

After you’ve fanned away the smoke and thrown out your now burnt breakfast, you invite Megumi to come inside instead of just stand outside your door.

“Sorry about that, kid. Forgot to turn the stove off, silly me,” you say as you put the pans in the sink. A smile ghosts across Megumi’s face as well, and he sits politely on the edge of your couch.

It’s then that you notice something else.

“Where’s Gojo? Does he know you’re here?” You ask.

Megumi shakes his head. “He went out to buy some food. He’s probably coming back soon, though.”

“Well, do you have his phone number or anything? I think I should let him know that you’re here in case he comes back to an empty house,” you laugh.

You sit down on the couch next to Megumi, shutting off your phone.

“Do you watch any TV? Or is it just books?” you ask.

“A couple,” Megumi replies. “But mostly books.”

“Which ones?”

You end up putting on a few episodes of Pokémon, and Megumi curls up on your couch as you two sit together in comfortable silence.

-

SMACK!

Gojo groans as he hits his head against the steering wheel of his car, an angry red welt already forming on his forehead.

“That goddamned brat-!” Gojo seethes. He stares forlornly at the red light in front of him, dreading the interaction to come. Not only had Megumi forced him to be in your *angelic, beautiful* presence again, but the kid had the audacity to give you his number?! The mere thought of it made his cheeks turn cherry red.

He taps his fingers against the wheel, and looks over at the takeout bag sitting in the passengers seat. He sighs, rubbing his temples. Getting a new job, taking care of Megumi, moving to a new apartment…it was starting to get to him. Being a single father definitely wasn’t in his life plan.

Ten minutes later, he stood in front of your door, steeling himself for what was going to come.

“…”

He wants to tear his hair out. Why was he so nervous? This wasn’t anything special. He would open the door, pick up the brat, and go home. That’s it. He takes a deep breath.

knock knock knock!

The door opens, and Gojo immediately feels all the air escape from his lungs.

“Hey! Good to see you again,” You smile up at him, and he thinks heart might burst from inside his chest.

“Yeah, I just went to grab some takeout. Is, uh-is Megumi still here?” He rubs the back of his neck.

Megumi pops out from behind your legs, and you chuckle.

“Um-the restaurant gave me way more food than I expected-do you want some?” Gojo asks nervously.

(This is a lie. The second he saw your message he turned his car around and ordered another portion of food in hopes that he’d have an excuse to talk to you.)

“Oh! Are you sure?” You ask. He nods earnestly. “Well, do you want to come inside then? We were just watching Pokémon.” You ruffle Megumi’s hair a bit with a chuckle.

“Digimon is way better.” Gojo blurts out without thinking. He mentally smacks himself upside the head.

Stop being a fucking nerd, Satoru! No one wants to hear your opinions on Digimon!

You scoff in fake indignation. “It is not! Digimon wishes it was half as iconic as Pokémon.”

“Digimon is so much cooler though.”

“Is not.”

“Is too.”

“Are you coming inside or not?” You laugh. He blushes again, but steps inside your apartment. He does his best to ignore the familiar scent of your perfume in the air.

You grab some plates as Gojo unpacks the food, and soon the smell of Chinese takeout fills your apartment. Megumi retreats to the couch again to continue watching while you and Gojo sit at the kitchen counter.

“The kid give you any trouble?” Gojo chuckles.

“Not at all. He’s been great.”

“I think he’s taken a liking to you. At least more so than me.”

“Come on, I’m sure you’re great company.”

“Ahh, not really. ‘Specially because it’s just us. I don’t know what goes through his head sometimes.”

You desperately want to ask about the nature of their relationship, but you bite your tongue. You barely know these people, after all. No matter how much you enjoy their presence, you’d never pry into their private lives like that.

Luckily (or unluckily, depending on how you view it), Gojo notices and he chuckles.

“I know what you’re thinking. And no, the kids not mine. Not biologically speaking. His mom passed away and his dad…isn’t in a good enough place to take care of him.”

Gojo sighs, throwing a look over his shoulder at the boy. “I’m all he’s got.”

You swear you see a pained expression on his face, but by the time he turns back it’s gone. “Pretty shitty to get stuck with me, huh? I’d feel sorry for him if he wasn’t a little shit.”

“Watch your mouth, mister. I might have to call the cops for child abuse.” You snicker as you point your knife at him jokingly. You feel a pang of sadness, however, as you process the information.

“I’d imagine it’s tough for the both of you…” you sigh. “I mean, did you plan on having kids?”

“Not a damn bit,” Gojo confirms. “Kinda feels like my life’s done a complete one eighty overnight.”

“You guys just moved here too, right? Where’d you come from?”

“Kyoto. Got a new job as a teacher at some school nearby. The kid seemed to want a fresh start anyway.”

Your eyes widen. “No way! I’m a teacher too! I teach at a school nearby!”

“Well, would you look at that! You wanna trade tips later?” Gojo jokes. “Wow, that’s…that’s a really crazy coincidence. Where do you teach?”

“Tokyo Tech. Or Tokyo Metropolitan Technical School, if you have a stick up your ass.”

Now it’s Gojo’s turn to widen his eyes. “That’s where my new job is!”

The two of you sit in stunned silence for a moment, before bursting out into laughter.

“Small world, huh?” You say as you catch your breath.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Gojo says as an ecstatic smile stretches across his face.

“I take it you’re the new janitor?”

“Oh shut up, you.”

“Can you two please keep it down? I can’t hear the TV,” Megumi looks over at you and Gojo with a slight scowl on his face. Gojo sticks his tongue out at Megumi, who simply rolls his eyes and returns his attention to the screen.

You let out another one of your angelic laughs, and Gojo physically kicks himself under the table to keep himself sane. He’s barely been keeping it together since he realized you two would be coworkers. The blush that’s fighting to travel up his neck takes all his effort to control. The thought that you’d be his coworker, that he’d be seeing you every day…saying hi to you in the halls…grading papers together….growing closer….

“Hellooo? Earth to Gojo?” You wave a hand in front of his face.

“H-huh? Oh, sorry!” He snaps out of his mini trance. “Zoned out there for a second, haha…”

He shoves a spoonful of rice into his mouth to give himself time to think before he embarrasses himself.

I really am a mess…

a/n: part 2! didn’t expect this to turn into a series, but ig it’s happening lol

pt 3 here!

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Chapter Five: Loving your husband

Catch up on the fic here!

Chapter Summary: You’ve arrived at your new home, and Abraham it seems has already decided on how he wants the night to go. But will your anxieties stray him away from his original plan?

Authors Note: Thank you to everyone who’s been on this Abraham journey with me! If not for your support I wouldn’t have had the motivation to finish this! So thank you again my loves ♥️♥️♥️♥️

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Warnings: Nicknames, dirty talk, p in v sex, teasing, kissing, soft at fuck, teeth rotting, angst, f oral, consent checks, praise kink, breeding kink, probably an incorrect description of a virgin losing there virginity, (if I miss any let me know!)

“I think, if it’s alright with you little, we continue what you left me with at the stables…”

You lean into his touch eagerly, and yet you cannot deny the familiar mix of anxiety and sadness that wallows in your stomach at his words alone. Guilt rising steadily up your throat and bubbling within your whole body.

It’s so obvious though that Abraham can clearly see it in your eyes alone. To him, they appear glaze over in thought so deep that it’s only when his thumb softly grazes your bottom lip, do you snap out of your trance.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, an unfamiliar look of sincerity on his face.

“It’s nothing…” You murmur, but still, Abraham appears unconvinced. Especially with how he grips your chin firmly to force you to look at him whilst your mouth opens in a silent gasp.

“No no no, none of that little one. Tell me what’s wrong, or I’ll have to make sure I punish it out of you. And I don’t think I want to be doing that to you on our wedding night.” His whole body practically oozes with confidence as his words are purred with such dominance, that at that moment, you can’t help but deny the feelings his words seem to have ignited within you. You can’t help but think about how his words haven’t made you want to withhold your answer for just a little while longer, just so you can witness what this so called punishment would exactly entail. Still though, the underlying guilt that had clawed its way from your throat earlier wins your minds inner tennis match, so even if you didn’t want to say it, the words still can’t seem to stop themselves from spilling out of you quickly like water from a broken pipe.

“I’m a coward…” You mumble, eyes looking as far down they can while your hands clasp onto Abrahams wedding jacket that you’re surprised he hasn’t taken off yet, given the fact you’d assume he’d get uncomfortable being in such fancy clothes for such a long time. “I couldn’t admit to my feelings to you in the stables, and I ran from you when I shouldn’t have. I’m so sorry Abraham…”

An uncomfortable silence rings through the air, only broken by the deep breathes coming from yours and Abrahams chests. Yet you can’t help but lightly gasp at the sudden feeling of Abraham’s hand tightly clasping your body and his lips leaving a firm kiss on your forehead.

“Don’t you dare be sorry little one,” He whispers deep into your skin, and you can feel the emotional undertones underneath his words as they effectively manage to pour themselves over you. “I understood. I was… inconsiderate when I told you about how I felt about you. I didn’t think about your own feelings. How my words would affect that pretty little head of yours like it did. I’m sorry for being a massive fucking idiot who only thought about themself.”

Abrahams silent as he allows you to continue to hold him and think. That is however, before you pull him down into a deep kiss, and somehow in his moment of shock, manage to push him against the nearest wall and hold him there without a single murmur of a fuss.

“We’re both stupid…” You murmur against his lips, his own mouth though eager and embarrassingly enough really fucking desperate for a taste you, as he tries to reclaim his earlier dominance. Even though he can’t deny how much your uncharacteristic act of confidence has affected him. Especially with how he finds himself unable to ignore the harsh ache radiating from his cock that you gave him.

He tries to ignore it though to the best of his ability by making sure he kisses you back fiercely. His tongue sneaking itself into your mouth to caress your own in a wet and hot kiss, so that by the end of it, the two of you are red cheeked and breathless. Practically panting into each other’s mouths as you admire each other’s broken down selves.

“So fucking beautiful…” He murmurs, giving you one last but deep kiss on your lips, before he all of a sudden grabs you while you shriek in surprise. You cannot see where the two of you are heading, but you can’t deny the fact thatyou very much hope he’s leading you to where lies his -no, the both of yours’- bedroom.

You give the room a once over as Abraham places you surprisingly gently on the bed, and you can’t help but feel genuinely surprised by what you see. For one, it’s actually clean. The bed you could tell looked pre-made before he’d put you down, and there were no dirty clothes flung about the room like most other boys rooms seemed to have. If you could you’d have observed longer, but Abraham makes sure to quickly drag you from your thoughts once more as he dots wet kisses along the curve of your neck, most likely leaving marks with how fiercely he’s currently claiming you.

He doesn’t even stop his assault on you though as he murmurs another a question to you, but that doesn’t mean you don’t hear it. If anything, you can’t help but think it’s the clearest thing he’s said to you all night, and it leaves your lower half tingling in anticipation. “Can I undress you?” He’d murmured, stopping only to look at you with those intense blue eyes of his that leave you utterly desperate for more.

You nod, too worried that you’d let something unsavoury slip if you dared opened your mouth. But Abraham it appears is less than pleased at your lack of an answer, as in retaliation he lightly bites at your collarbone, drawing a sound from your lips you didn’t even realise at first you’d made.

“I won’t accept that answer little one. Answer me. Speak.”

“Y-yes you can undress me husband…” You say, and from his reaction, it was exactly what he wanted to hear. He pulls you up slightly so he could reach the back of your dress where all the complicated buttons for your dress lay to be conquered, and by the way Abrahams face was slowly turning red and his brows were furrowing, he was definitely not having a very successful time conquering. You can’t help but giggle at how the situation has turned, but his fierce stare turns to you suddenly, and the laughter quickly dies on your tongue.

“Oh you think this is funny do you?” He growls. His fingers once softly touching your back now gripping the delicate fabric with no thought to your possibly discomfort, which to be honest was anything but that. “I’m trying to be good… so don’t you go about tempting me to just rip this thing off and take you where you lay. You don’t deserve that treatment… not this early at least…”

You whimper at his words, and yet the imagery of what he could do to you hits you hard and fast. While you were innocent in body, you were certainly not exactly innocent in mind. Flashbacks of a younger you gasping and giggling with a hand over your mouth at the lewd tales of what men and women do, hidden within the back shelf books of the adult section.

“Are you listening to me doll?” Abraham murmurs, biting slightly on the reachable skin of your chest to draw you from your thoughts once more. It seemed your brain was all over the place and unable to stay in the moment you most wanted to be, much to your own annoyance. “I can’t be good for you if you can’t even bloody listen to me.”

“I’m sorry…” You whisper, eyes closed as you relish in his almost sinful feeling touches. “I’ll be good, I swear!” You shuffle yourself away from him slightly and carefully manage to unbutton the mass of buttons on your back, trying hard not to giggle at Abraham face while he looks at you in disbelief when you manage to take the white dress off your body and place it carefully on a random chair within a few minutes. “See!”

You move your hands in a mock sort of demonstration, and yet Abrahams eyes are not on them. They’re very clearly on your breasts, that are currently naked and clear for him to see and ogle at to his hearts content.

“You say you’re a good girl, but here you are, braless. I don’t think good girls do that sort of thing darling. Only naughty little girls who let any kind of fella fuck them do that. But you aren’t one of those sorts of girls, are you little sweetling?” His words drip with sweet nectar, and like an innocent bee you’re lead straight to it all too easily and naively. His touch alone on your now bare skin feeling practically electric and addictive. Even his words practically make you dizzy. It’s all so overwhelming you almost forget what’s expected of you tonight. You almost somehow manage to forget that tonight, you’ll be losing your virginity to him.

You can feel Abrahams hands and lips giving pure devotion to your uncovered breasts. The whole act leaving small gasps leaving your lips when he bites down slightly at random intervals, leaving you completely on the tip of your toes. It’s a completely intoxicating feeling you never want to stop.

Only you’re so caught up in the feeling of pleasure Abraham provides you, mixed with the anxiety of the night, you don’t feel his lips beginning to kiss down your body, leaving small marks in his wake as he makes his way to your underwear. That is where he stops though and looks back up at you with hooded, almost predatory eyes. So dark it was if you were looking at the night sky, all the possibly constellations old and new included.

“Look at me.” He commands, your anxieties and previous thoughts stripping away the moment you make eye contact with him. “Now tell me. Clearly. Can I take these off you?”

“Yes…” You say almost instinctively. Like you didn’t even need to think about it at all. Though as Abraham is about to take your underwear in his hands, you can’t help yourself but ask Abraham your own small question.

“Can’t I see you though?” You whisper, looking up at him with such innocent eyes that it leaves Abraham seemingly speechless as he practically gapes at you from bellow. You almost believe he didn’t hear you the first time, and are about to repeat it for a second, when he responds with a very enthusiastic, “Of course!” before moving to undress himself. Every item of clothing that he strips himself off leaving your mouth wider and wider open.

By the end of it, when he’s left in front of you in only his off-white boxers and his golden chain that hangs around his neck, and you’re practically breathless and shaking as you lay there half naked yourself. Your eyes unable to look themselves away from him as you make sure to admire every single part of him with your eyes. You can’t help but notice how the chain contrasts almost sinfully against his skin, though what really takes your interest, is the tattoo on his back you see when he turns around. The tattoo that had brought your such invigorated attention to him barely even two months ago.

“What’s the meaning?” You find yourself asking. Watching as a pauses and tried to peer at his back to see where it was you were looking while his back was to you.

Like you had thought to yourself earlier, compared to the other tattoos it was definitely softer. Especially since how now you could really look at it and admire it. Abraham sat half naked in front of you back to your chest, and your hand seems to almost move to touch it instinctively. Too curious in your nature to think about asking permission to touch him. Though you definitely noticed the way his body seemed to shiver at the feel of your skin on his.

It’s a lily, you eventually realise looking at it more closely. A Lilly of the valley flower.

“I got it when my mother left.” Abraham explained. The warmth of his back rumbling under his words. “I never resented her for what she did. I understood it. But I just thought, if she can’t be here with me, then at least she could be here someway or another...”

Unlike the unnerving and uncomfortable silence from before, this time it’s layered with a deep underlying sense of trust and devotion. Yet even still, too worried about a hidden meaning for it and what could be going on in your pretty little head, Abraham is all too prepared to turn around and look you in the eye. That is however, before every thought in his head manages to pause, once he feels your soft warm lips kissing the inked flower so softly, that he could barely feel it. Your hands, being the delicate things they are, rub up and down the right side of his body so tenderly he almost thinks clouds have fallen into his and your bedroom.

Yet still, as this is all happening so quickly, he cannot deny how it’s made him feel. How with a slight wave of emotion coming over him, he realises how your actions have made him feel so loved so quickly.

“Well it’s beautiful…” You murmur, laying the side of your head on his back as you move to wrap your arms around his torso. Even smiling against his skin as you feel Abrahams arms tightly hold onto yours with a possessiveness only he could provide you with. “You’re beautiful…”

This time, Abraham is able to sense the comfort in this bout of silence that the two of you bask in, and how the sound of his and yours breath, as well as the feeling of the both of yours’ hearts beating in your chests, is easily the most relaxing feeling in the world.

The two of you have no idea how long you were basking in each others holds, but the only thing you do know, is that Abraham very nearly scares you to death when he turns around suddenly and kisses you so deeply you almost let out a noise of shock. He kisses you so deeply in fact though that he pushes you easily so you fall with your back to the bed, and his frame is hovering over you, trapping you against him, not that you minded of course.

His tongue swipes at the entrance of your mouth and you open it cautiously, though you definitely can say you’re surprised with how much you find yourself enjoying the feeling of his tongue caressing yours. Unlike earlier when the two of your were focused on the action, you realise now that you’re able to bask in him whole, you can taste the whisky that he drank earlier on your lips and tongue. But it’s mixed with a smell that’s just so Abraham, that you can’t really define it as anything else. You’re not lying when you tell yourself that your husband seems to be addictive in every aspects of himself.

His hands appear to rediscover your body with a new sense of passion, as there’s not a single patch of skin that isn’t soon touched by Abrahams fingertips. His lips leaving small pools of spit with how long he makes sure to kiss and worship the skin, small murmurs of affirmation following after each time. By the end, your skin felt as if it was on fire with it all. So warm and sensitive with each word from his charm cursed lips. You had no idea Abraham was such a sweet talker, but like all other aspects you’ve discovered of his, he’s mastered it flawlessly.

Though when Abraham eventually gets to your underwear once again, he looks back up at you with if possible, even more lustful eyes than before, and repeats the very same question he’d asked earlier. “Can I take these off you?” To which you eagerly nod and verbalise your agreement, sending Abraham into what you could only describe as being a frenzy.

His hands eagerly rip off the underwear off, throwing them somewhere in the room blind as his eyes widen looking only at your lower half. You try to lean up to see him, but one of his hands quickly moves to push you back down onto your back so your eyes can only stare at the ceiling above you.

Yet even so, your eyes find themselves quickly shutting as you suddenly find yourself absolutely immersed in pleasure. Abrahams fingers you can feel to your surprise, tracing against your leaking pussy eagerly, and with obvious experience, as he seems to already know where to stroke and where to give special focus too. The feelings he provides only heightening when a single finger of his is pushed slowly inside of you, prodding something of yours deep within you that leaves your hips somehow already wriggling to get closer to him, to the addictive pleasure he provides you with. The books you had looked at when you were a teenager certainly hadn’t ever talked about this…

Yet when you feel something else down there, you quickly realise it to be Abraham’s tongue on you, and that’s when you feel like you’ve gone absolutely mad. You can’t hear yourself, but later on that night, Abraham will tell you how your voice went so loud, so wanton even, that he almost needed to place a hand over your mouth in fear that your parents, who mind you lived on the other side of the caravan sight, would hear you. He’d say it with such a smug face you couldn’t help but smack him with a pillow, drawing a chuckle from the poor man who mocked an injury.

“Fucking delicious…” You hear him grunt, mixed with the embarrassing sounds of your own wetness, and you feel your face turn a whole new shade of red from it all.

It’s a different feeling you have bubbling in your belly from the one you felt when you rarely would pleasure yourself in your bed. Yet this is a hotter feeling somehow, and a thousand times more intense. So intense even, that you feel your hips judder and jerk away from Abraham’s hold, to which he merely tightens his hands to lock onto your skin and makes his movements faster within you.

You feel your eyes beginning to roll into the back of your head and as it all begins to go quiet, you can feel your thighs begin shaking, cramping even from the way you try to clench them harder around Abrahams head to keep him where he was, in fear for some unknown reason to you he’d move away. Though when you try to tell him what it is you’re feeling, it’s almost as if he already knows. Only chuckling with a mocking amusement when he hears your pitiful attempt at words and going back to what he was doing. Making you feel utterly complete and meaningful.

When you feel what must be an orgasm shatter through you, it’s like a blinding hot pleasure is travelling throughout your whole entire being. Your lungs feel as if they’re about to collapse with how hard you try to bring the air you’d lost back into your body, and your legs begin to make you wince as they start to ache slightly. Though when you make eyes with Abraham after you somehow manage recover, you feel your air go right back out of you when you see him looking at with such hunger, such desire, that for once in your life, you felt wanted more than anything.

But with the way Abraham finally pulls down his underwear and reveals himself in all his glory too you, you’re very much fiercely brought back to the thoughts of your earlier anxieties.

Oh my god how big is that thing!? You think, your mouth no doubt hung wide in shock at the size of his… thing.

“I take it by your reaction that your pleased with what you see?” He teased. His smirk dripping in smugness and carelessness, as if he’s had the same reaction before. Has he had the same reaction before?

“Well, there isn’t exactly a lot for me to compare it with…” You tease back, smiling slightly at the way he shrugs and laughs in a halfhearted agreement to your words.

Yet he quickly gets over it, and a familiar look of seriousness spreads on his face which to your surprise, manages to send a wave of arousal through your body so strong you feel the need to shut your legs and hide from him. Yet when you try, strong rough hands clench almost dutifully around them and forcibly pries them open.

His eyes burn holes in you as he makes sure to take his time admiring you, and the way he can visibly see your juices and your cum dripping out of you. It almost makes him loose it and go insane there and then.

“P-please Abraham.” You beg, flushing red from the shame of it all, and the way he brings you so out of character, it’s almost amusing. You never would have thought back when you were thirteen that you’d be married to Abraham and laying in his bed, eagerly awaiting for him to fuck you. “Please…”

You’re obviously a bit hesitant on saying the exact words, but there aren’t exactly any nicer ways of begging him to have sex with you. Though it seems to your relief that Abraham is all too delighted in helping you through your worries.

“Say it…” He murmurs, his lips practically scorching as he leans down and kisses random patches of your skin. “Say how much you want me… I won’t fuck you until you say you want me too. So say it little one, and I might spare you some undeserving mercy.”

You gasp, and you can’t deny the way your breath hitches in your throat, and the way your fingers itch to bury themselves in Abrahams hair. The same way your lower half seems to ache in need for your husband. The man you can’t help but seem to have found a deep sort of affection for.

“Please Abraham…” You murmur, unable to stop the words from spilling from your lips. “Please… fuck me.”

Soon as you utter those words, it’s as if Abraham becomes a man possessed. His lips turn harsh as they suck deep marks once more into your skin, and his fingers turn equally brutal when they dig tightly to hold you in place as he grabs his cock with one hand and cautiously moves it closer to your entrance. Which by now, you’d be surprised if he didn’t find you dripping with physical arousal.

His eyes stare into your own as he pauses himself, and they make you feel small as he practically towers over you like a predator to a defenceless prey. Yet somehow, there is still that rare softness within him that you find yourself loving, as his eyes manage to ask you a thousand questions.

Did you still want this? With a nod and a small reassuring smile, you manage to convey your answer of yes to him. “This’ll hurt. I’m sorry.” Is all he says before with a deep grunt, he slowly pushes his erection deep inside you, while you yourself hiss at the stinging pain that begins to harshly throb within you.

"Feels so good," He grunts, making sure he stops to let you adjust to his size as he rubs his hands up and down your sides as a sort of comfort. A thing you’ll realise is almost an exact mirror to what you did to comfort him earlier that night. "You feel amazing darling… you're doing so fucking well little one, that's it..." With every presumable inch he pushes deeper, he murmurs new words against your ears that make you feel as if you were floating above the heavens as pleasure envelopes you whole. That pain you were feeling earlier practically nothing compared to what you were feeling now.

You can't even find it within you the words you want to say to say to him at that moment. The only thing you find yourself able to do is moan and whine and plead wordlessly for more, as the familiar delicious feeling of pleasure bubbles slowly in your belly again.

"Please Abraham!" You manage to say, your eyes clenched shut as your legs wrap around his waist whilst his hips try so hard not to begin thrusting in you as fast as they can. "Please go faster!"

He groans a deep feral noise, and his hips begin to slowly thrust against yours. Slowly building up a pressure that begins to brew in your stomach the longer Abraham moves in you.

“So good!” You whine, addicting to the feeling he provides you as his own noises of pleasure do nothing but fuel your inner fire. “Please husband please faster!” You feel so uncharacteristically greedy begging for more, and yet Abraham seems all too happy to provide with whatever it is you ask for, little or small, as his hands turn harsh as they grip roughly at your hips, and he thrusts his cock into you so hard you can practically feel him in your stomach. It’s so much, and yet it’s so little compared to how much you know you could actually feel. For once those darn books helping.

“So good for me…” Abraham groans, his eyes screwed shut as he indulges himself in your warmth that consumes him. If he could, he’d live in this moment with you. The feeling of him just merging with you being the best thing he’s ever felt in his entire miserable fucking life. “Best little wife of mine I could ever fucking ask for. Maybe I should give you a baby… get you pregnant so I can see you round and full all because of me… would you like that little one?”

You let out a gasp, and can’t help yourself from clenching around Abraham tightly as the imagery slips through your head. The idea of months passing and your stomach being swollen and round with his child, driving you somehow past the point of known insanity. It makes your head spin and your thoughts loud with want.

“Yes Abraham I want it! Please do that please please please!” You whine, scream even, while your eyes screw shut once again like earlier, imagining the scene while he continues fucking you with a new found passion as the imagery also passes through his head as-well. It seems the both of you are all too eager for what the future could hold for the two of you.

Your nails scrape along the bare canvas of your husbands back, and you can feel his sharp intake of breath against your ear as he groans deeply and loudly at the feeling. His thick thighs smacking against your own with an audible sound as he thrusts deeper and deeper into you. You can even feel the slightly cold chain that hangs around his neck scrape delicately against your skin. Everything he does for you, purposefully or not, driving you absolutely mad, if you weren’t somehow already.

Your eyes feel as if they roll into the back of your head with how good Abraham makes you feel, and you swear your voice somehow manages to get louder as you feel the knot in your stomach tightening again like earlier, and your toes curling at the end of the bed. “I-Im so close Abe!” You let out, the nickname sounding so strange on your tongue yet also so right.

His face becomes somehow more furrowed than it already was as he hears your sighs, and his face becomes focused as he thinks of only making your words a reality.

“Gonna have you cum on my cock,” He groans, gasps of pleasure leaving your lips as he somehow manages to thrust his hips against you faster, practically pounding into you now. “Gonna fuck my cum deep inside of you, and leave you absolutely full and dripping of me. Would you like that little wife of mine?”

You can’t handle it as your face turns a whole new colour at the shame of it all, but still with a sick grin making its way on your face you find you like the shame of it all, and the way it feels as your husband pleasures you. The only thing you can really say at that moment, is that it’s absolutely fucking addictive, no doubt about it. “Yes yes yes husband I want your cum deep inside me! Please fuck me please fuck me harder I want it all!”

Your face burns, yet it’s nothing compared to the feeling of your whole body shutting down as your walls clench hard around Abrahams cock, while for the second time that night, you orgasm from your husbands efforts alone. And by the way Abraham himself groans loud and proud in your ear and thrusts himself as deep as he can inside of you, you can guess you’ve made him cum too.

Whilst the two of you are slowly regaining your breaths and allowing your hearts to slow, you can’t help but let a distinctive feeling of pride come over you as you realise you’ve managed to make a man cum.

In the most non-strange way possible, you can’t help but think how your mother would be proud of you right now.

“Are you alright?” You hear Abraham murmur in your ear, and when you turn your head to look at him, your mouth curves into an involuntary way when you see he’s already looking at you with such soft eyes, and an equally soft smile on his own lips. Fuck, he look so fucking pretty in your arms…

“Yeah…” You murmur back, a smile you don’t even realise you’re making clear as day on your face as you bask in your happiness. “Perfect…” You close your eyes, and all seems right as you listen to your husband’s breathing, and feel his warmth slowly consuming you. Absolutely everything in that moment feeling more perfect than perfect. Better than better. Greater than great.

“I love you…” You whisper, not even aware if he heard it or not as you find yourself falling deeply asleep in his arms that somehow had moved you to lay on his chest while he laid on his back. But if you had managed to stay awake, even for just a minute, you’d have seen the way Abrahams eyes watered with a single happy tear than ran down his cheek, and heard his own small murmur back.

“I love you too little one… so fucking much.”

[theangelicimp]

Truth or Dare?

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Summary: "What's something you would do if you knew that there were no consequences for it?" "Kiss you."

Word Count: 632

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Black!Reader

Warnings: mentions alcohol and drinking, but everyone is legal. Nothing but fluff, fluff, fluff!

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“This is why I never play truth or dare with you, you always take things too far!” You say as you dab an alcohol-soaked cotton ball on Eddie’s knuckles.

“Well, I wouldn’t be hurt if someone hadn’t egged me on-ow, ow!” He yelps as you press an alcohol-soaked cotton over a bloodied spot on his fingers. “Careful with the merchandise, sweetheart, these things are designer.” He flashes a roguish grin at you as he wiggles his free hand.

“Ed, anything with a designer label slapped on it is stupid shit made for rich people with no taste. And I wouldn’t have egged you on, if you didn’t convince me to play.” You wrap a band-aid tightly around his finger.

“Excuse you, you can insult my taste in music all you want, but do not call me rich!” He cried in mock-insult. You rolled your eyes, but it couldn’t hide the grin growing on your lips. The buzz of the cheap whiskey you swiped from your parent’s room was running through both your systems and the whole room seemed to be filled with a warm haze.

“You know...” Eddie’s voice trailed off as he looked at you expectantly.

“Know what?” You narrowed your eyes.

“We technically haven’t finished the game yet...”

“Eddie-“

“Just one more! I can handle it!”

“No you can’t, in case you forget about the serious case of carpet burn you just got.”

“Well, I’ll just do truth this time.”

“Eddie.”

“Sweetheart.” The combination of the sugared nickname and his wide doe eyes made your heart flutter but you masked it behind an irritated glare. Knowing Eddie, he probably wouldn’t let up until you caved.

“Fine,” You gave in. “What’s your... Favorite color?”

“It’s red and you already know that. C’mon, you can do better than that!”

Maybe it’s the liquid courage running through your body, but you end up blurting out a daring question before you can even think about what you’re saying: “What’s something you would do if you knew that there were no consequences?”

A tiny part of you is screaming, but before you can even think about taking your question back, Eddie responds: “Kiss you.”

Everything comes to a screeching halt. All you can hear is the faint sounds of your X-Ray Spex record playing in the background, and the blood rushing through your ears. Your face grows warm – you send a silent prayer thanking the heavens for the dark skin hiding your blush.

“I...” You can’t even come up with a response. Does he actually want to kiss you? Has he been pining for you the same way you have for him, when you saw him ranting about the state of the music industry in the record store?

Something snaps: maybe it's the atmosphere, maybe it's the way your dark eyes stare into Eddie’s, maybe he’s just gotten tired of waiting for you to reply. Eddie surges forward and presses his oh-so-pretty peach lips to your full ones.

It’s clumsy and inexperienced, and maybe just a little bit sloppy. But this kiss is all you’ve ever wanted wrapped up in a little bow and served on a silver platter. 

When you finally pull away from each other, you ask breathlessly, “How long you been waiting to do that?”

“Since the day I met you at the Hideout,” he says, equally breathless.

“For real?”

“Really.” You press your forehead to Eddie’s, reveling in the comfortable silence.

“You wanna do it again, sweetheart?”

You don’t wait for an answer, instead hungrily capturing his lips in another kiss.

“How long have you been waiting to do that?”

“Since the day I saw you in the record store.”

“Really?”

“For real.”

The two of you spend the rest of the night talking and laughing and kissing some more.