#and he just couldn’t. he didn’t know he couldn’t and he finds out because he’s trying and he can’t.

[twistedpink]

I have like an unusual amount of dad!asks in my inbox rn, and they’re all sauve/responsible types, but what about your goofy guys? The ones that complain about “the ol’ ball n chain” at work only hours before worshipping you with a level of husbandry that can only be taught through backbreaking cuddle deprivation?? IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM SHUT UP (reader is implied afab- talk of “your” kids. Maybe he gets pregnant idk)

Husband!Ace HATES doing dishes with every fiber of his being, but he also likes getting fed.. Decisions, decisions,, Very into the “good cop/bad cop” routine. He’s good cop, obviously, but he sucks up after every tantrum you handle with the same puppy eyes he shares with your runt. It’s especially effective after he cuts out alcohol for fear of your kiddie getting high off of more than just life, and he gets hottttttttttt,,, Totally a neighborhood dilf- You’re guarding him like a particularly sexy discount, and he loves it <3 If you have more than one kid he makes a joke of “running out of options”. Naturally, he names the kid after Riddle for the bit. It backfires so completely that everyone’s calling him some kind of angel, and Riddle 1.0 contributes to the fucking college fund. His life couldn’t be worse if he tried.. At least his spouse’s still hot <3

Husband!Ruggie in two words. Grill. dad. And he looks good doing it! He’s literally living the dream,, Stable job, loving marriage, and just enough kids to keep him busy well enough into retirement- If you’re looking for anything productive being done on the weekend, you won’t find it at the Bucchi house. He’s done his time, but he’s always excited to ignore work emails! The fridge is fully stocked, and at your insistence he’s way too involved in HOA politics. The two of you are also totally couple goals- All your friends can agree the Bucchi’s are the people to call for birthdays. The only issue your kids ever have are overeating and toy theft.. Wonder where they got that from? (DAD BOD RUGGIE DAD BOD RUGGIE UGHHHHH)

Husband!Floyd’s just thankful you didn’t accept his proposal in Highschool,, He can admit he wouldn’t have been a good partner then, and that’s okay, because he makes up for it now. He works remote, always snacking and in range of his shrimpy for bad days- Plenty of cuddling, and so much clinging it’s rare to see either of you alone in public. He immediately attaches to your kids the same way- always sleeping in their rooms and kissing on their baby faces,, despite how hard he worked to get the big family he’s wanted, I imagine you probably had to go through IVF or surrogacy for any success on account of biological differences. This really shows in their childhood before it’s safe to take any transformation potions,, It’s torture to just observe the baby from outside their aquarium, but Floyd’s present enough for two until they’re old enough for a whole new world <3

¡Bonus!

Husband!Epel’s the only teenage dad on the list, and you guys got hitched QUICK after meemaw chewed him out for reckless sex- Even if it got her the perfect in-law. Gets all muscular after college, and keeps you whipped with those hip muscles that make a V. Ends up having more little girls than he knows what to do with. They all play winter sports at their dad’s behest, and he damn near shoots any boyfriends on the property. 7/10

Husband!Idia gets to live the housewife dream- Gaming pc next to your work computer, and a full 30 minutes of blissful silence when your little power naps after hours of Daddy plays! and Freakin’ bots!!,, He had to quit swearing when the baby started mumbling less than pg first words, but they fist bump when kiddie can avoid getting grounded by “the final boss”- So all thing’s considered, your player 3’s not so bad after all. (He’s still mourning the loss of his limited edition “Magic Rumimi- Sakura dreamscape” figurine, but give him a couple years and it’ll blow over.) 8/10

Husband!Lilia’s never been able to get this vulnerable with anyone. EVER. He’s working on it with his own kids, but it’s much harder to communicate with a toddler, especially when half-fae aging is SO sporadic. They’ll both have to watch you age, but your light never dims, and he’s getting all the pictures he can! Your baby/ies grow up in a home so full of love it’s embarrassing, and there’s always memories to look back on fondly of time well spent <3 10/10

@bju3c0re @kyokills @rinship

[cookies-after-dark]

hopefully i’m not yapping too much because this is my second ask in the same day but the matters are urgent (i got inspired by your teacher!sage of truth x student!reader post)… now i must step off of my black sapphire soapbox to yap about the blue man himself

imagine what you think being an unrequited teacher crush towards sage of truth not being as nonmutual as you thought. how could you help yourself when you spent so much time out of your day being taught by someone so handsome? plus, it’s not like he would notice; all you did was just steal some small glances when was lecturing the class or explaining a concept to someone else. you would get slightly flustered whenever his attention was on you, and your breath would hitch if he leaned in closer to the point you could feel his breath caressing your neck, but that was the most it got. and you were content with that. you wouldn’t risk damaging your terms with him by overtly flirting, no matter how much your body ached for him during a few sleepless nights.

one day in class, you were so captivated by him that you completely forgot about the test that day. you silently begged for some stroke of luck, but it never came, and your heart sunk at the disappointment on his face as he passed back your grade. on the top of the paper of course featured your subpar grade, but also a note from him: ‘come by my office after class today.’ ah, of course; he probably thought you just couldn’t understand the material, even though the true reason was far from that.

so you did as he requested, but cue your surprise as instead of seeing his disappointed face again, his expression held amusement and some other type of emotion you couldn’t put your finger on. the second chair was usually right across from him on the other side of his desk, but now it was right beside him, almost too close. it must’ve just been like that from some other meeting and he forgot to put it back. still, he gestured at it expectantly, and you took your seat, muttering an apology as your leg accidentally brushed against his.

throughout the entire tutoring session, he seemed to be less coherent than usual. not that you were doubting his knowledge or anything, but he was just going through the problems without elaborating or going off on analogy-filled tangents like his normal style. not only that, but his hand always seemed to find yours, grazing your unusually warm skin for a few seconds too long to be considered an accident. you knew you could just mention it and he would stop, but you never did. …you didn’t want to.

the end of the session arrived unsurprisingly quickly with the way he was speeding through the material. did he have somewhere he needed to be? hopefully you weren’t intruding on his time. however, when you began to stand up, you found that his arm was preventing you. he turned to you, gaze meeting yours for the first time since the beginning of all of this. his expression read, ‘what’s got you in a hurry?’

a few seconds of awkward silence passed by before he finally spoke. “is there anything else you’d like to let me know about?” he asked, sounding less like a question and more like a prompt with only one right answer. you shook your head and tried to stand up again, only to be pushed down back into the chair with more force this time.

“there’s no use lying to me. why do you try so hard to hide yourself?” he softly chided. the weight of it hit you like a thousand textbooks. he knew. he always did. he knew about your…

“gave up already?” he teased, as if you weren’t about to die from embarrassment right where you sat. “i’m not going to… punish you for your little secret. actually, i wanted to help make your fantasies a reality.”

…what?

before you could even respond, your thoughts might as well have been about trying to fit a square peg into a round hole, as you were immediately rendered speechless when you felt his hand quite intentionally circle the waistband of your uniform pants. “it’s alright,” he reassured. “there’s no need to be embarrassed. this all part of the learning process. now, should we stop here or keep going?”

a pause. he was waiting for you to answer. he knew that you wanted this, and yet he still wanted to hear it leave your lips. “yes, sir… keep going.”

then, he smiled. “that’s what i like to hear.” his hand then dipped inside and continued its venture south at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“and i must admit,” he murmured, his voice lower than you’ve ever heard it and heavy with desire, “i’ve had my own fantasies about you, too.”

another pause. his hand was so close to the place you needed it most, and the impatient part of you was growing restless.

“about bending you over my desk and fucking you until you scream... until you forget your own name and only remember mine.”

his touch was teasing your inner thigh now. your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest. you didn’t know when you started to become wet, but you were sure you had drenched both of your layers. all you could think of, all you could care about was him.

“now, answer this: are you ready for your lesson to begin?”

—🎭

I'm saving this ask in like 8 different places and I'm like, red in the face or whatever. Whatever. Whateverp (defaces public property)

[quesocheeso]

3am AU

Just had a mega big thoughts

Let’s rewind back to our angsty beginnings for this AU and back to Xiaoxing’s insecurities, and how he was envious of MK successor title and his connection to his dad and I was thinking well how can I make this worse?

And then it hit me, when I made the post of the difference of births and then how Xiaoxing was born laser beaming Wukong, one of the comments mentioned how seeing the pregnancy Macaque went through the first time it makes sense that Xiaoxing would come out blasting anything in sights, and I thoughts lol that’s funny but then I started thinking a lil more on it. If Xiaoxing adopted Macaques survival mindset and behavior the moment he was born and let’s say it wasn’t the healthiest of pregnancies, it could be said that that laser beam he let out as soon as he was born was like a power tactic/scare off any predators/hostile beings around him, and then what if that laser beam was all the magic/energy he had developed in the womb, so in a sense he was rendered magic less afterwards.

What if through his life and up until present lmk Xiaoxing is basically magicless, like he might have been a healthy baby but not in the magic department, so he didn’t develop at the same pace as other demon borns, his magic was gone for so long that everyone thought that that was it, that he would never be as strong as his parents. Which with all the expectations everyone had for the Monkey King’s first born made Xiaoxing extremely insecure, add in MK coming in later with all of Wukong’s powers and an even faster learning curve, Xiaoxing couldn’t help but notice his dad’s glee in teaching someone everything he knew and being a proper mentor.

Xiaoxing did get trained by his parents but even then they had to go easy on him because he wasn’t as strong as them, he had neither of their abilities, and they didn’t know what would hurt him and didn’t want to find out. This is what leads Wukong being so overprotective of the kids but especially of him, he was basically a normal demon, not someone who was supposed to be the son of two of the strongest beings in the world. He was never trained with the same sureness as MK, and that hurt in ways that Xiaoxing is still coming to terms with.

Even Xiaoyue showed more magic powers than he did and she was a toddler.

His insecurities, fears, and need to prove himself really boil over during season 2 to season 3 were he is basically powerless against everything happening.

However I think all of these feeling are what finally turn on his survival instincts again in the end of season 3, which open the gates to his magic capabilities, gates that were holding a lot of magic, which means that in later seasons he now has to learn how to control all that magic.

[rafenextdoor]

CELIBACY - RAFE CAMERON

it’s been too long, celibacy what do you want? tell it to me dropped to my knees let me break your streak, i’m begging you, please

content: inspired on the song celibacy by partynextdoor and drake. includes smut, oral (m receiving), fingering, p in v, cream pie, rafe kinda creeps on reader a bit, MINORS DNI!!!!

word count: 3.1k

a/n: this is my first time writing a fic let alone my first time posting on tumblr, please bare with me! still trying to figure out a good layout and there may be misspellings so i’m sorry. feedback is greatly appreciated!! and i’m opening my inbox to requests or questions to talk about rafe/drew/etc.

“you haven’t been fucked in how long?” sarah asked you a bit too loud, her eyes wide in shock at your confession.

you had just told her that you were going on over a year celibate. four hundred and thirty two days.. that’s if you were counting, of course.

it initially started when you and your boyfriend broke up. a drunken fight over jealousy resulted in three years down the drain. you were in no rush to find another sexual partner anytime soon because he was your first for everything. first kiss, first touch, first love. it took you a few months to go through the stages of grief but you got over him eventually, except your standards were different now. through your healing, you realized that you settled for a lot of things that you shouldn’t have.

one of those things being his performance during sex, or lack there of. it was mediocre to say the least, all about him, him, him. you tried to excuse it with the fact that you were his first too, and maybe he just didn’t know any better. but as time went on, nothing changed. he didn’t listen to your wants or needs, and certainly couldn’t fulfill your deepest desires. you were convinced that no one ever would, so you stayed celibate.

you hadn’t even kissed someone since him. you weren’t sure if you still remembered what it felt like.

“sarah!” you exclaimed in embarrassment, giving her a light smack on the arm to hush her. “talk quieter, i don’t need ward hearing anything about my sex life.” you scrunched up your nose at the thought.

“the man is ancient, he can’t hear shit.“ sarah replied nonchalantly. she looked over at her bedroom door to check that it was closed before turning back to face you. “we need to get you laid.”

you shook your head. it’s not like you hadn’t considered it, especially recently. you thought about that more than you’d like to admit, really. most nights ended with your hand between your thighs, attempting to get yourself off. you were always left unsatisfied, it was like an itch in a place you couldn’t quite reach to scratch on your own.

you had been on a few dates, but nothing ever clicked. kildare island was a small town so everyone knew each other. it was difficult, to say the least, to find someone without association to your ex. “i don’t know.. i mean, where would i even start? tinder?”

“hell no. that’s a breeding ground for creeps and losers.” she immediately dismissed. she grabbed her phone from beside her, pulling up a text thread from her boyfriend and flipping it around to show you. “there’s a party at topper’s later, you should come. maybe you’ll find someone there.”

you wanted to say no, but sarah was persistent. you knew she wouldn’t let this down anytime soon, so you agreed to appease her mind. “okay.. i’ll go.”

what you didn’t know is that the walls of tannyhill were thin, and someone was listening in on everything.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

coming here was a bad idea.

it didn’t take long for sarah to walk off to go find topper, leaving you on your own. you slipped through the crowd, finding yourself a drink but no luck with finding anyone worth your time. you quickly felt overstimulated, deciding to wander to the back of the house to find a place away from the crowd. you sat down on a couch, scrolling through your phone absentmindedly to pass the time.

sarah had driven the both of you there, which was definitely a mistake on your part since you knew she would stay the night with topper anyway. she probably thought this would leave you no choice but to go home with someone. you’d have to talk to her about that later.

you were fixing to send her a message that you going to walk home, calling it an early night, until a voice spoke in front of you.

“hey, sugar.”

your eyes left your phone screen, peering up to meet rafe towering over you. he was so close that you had to crane your neck to fully see him. you had always thought he was good looking, too attractive for his own good. he had on a tight-fitted, salmon colored polo paired with his go to khaki shorts, his hair swooped and parted to the side with gel. his arms were folded across his chest, biceps flexing with a sly smile tugging on his lips as he looked down at you. “can i join you?”

you felt your shoulders drop in relief, thankful that it was him and not one of the other frat boys there. you and rafe weren’t close by any means, sarah made sure of that. any time he would try to talk to you while she was around, she would shut it down immediately. not that he really cared or listened to what anyone told him. he wasn’t going to let that stop him, which is why he needed to find a way to get you alone, and this opportunity had you falling right into his lap.

“rafe, hi. i was just about to leave.. actually.”

he had been watching you carefully since the moment you walked in. rafe was a calculated man like that, purposefully standing in the corner of the kitchen to keep track of you throughout the night. he saw a kid— who was way too confident— make his advances on you by offering a drink, but you declined and poured your own instead.

‘smart girl.’ rafe muttered to himself, taking a sip of his beer as you turned him down. you strutted off shortly after that, which he soon followed.

his face twisted in confusion. “so soon? you haven’t even been here an hour.”

you bit the inside of your cheek, unsure of what to say. it’s not like you could tell him why you were there in the first place. you already felt ridiculous for even considering this idea.

“just.. not really in the mood tonight.” you answered hesitantly. it wasn’t necessarily a lie, but something about rafe made you nervous. he was older than you by a few years, and you could feel it through his presence. the way he asserted himself, it made you feel small. submissive.

he nodded, his eyes taking you in as you sat there. you were wearing a little black top and a denim skirt so short that it should be illegal. you tugged down on it a bit in reaction to his gaze, the fabric not budging as it clung to your thick thighs. he noticed the apples of your cheeks turning pink at his stare.

rafe couldn’t help but smirk. you were so cute, so sweet. he liked seeing you like this— without sarah. how such a good girl like you could be so close with her was beyond him. what kind of friend was she to bring you here to get fucked by some stranger?

but he wouldn’t let that happen.

“i’ll take you to the house then. i can’t let you walk back this late.”

“no no, i’ll be fine. i-“

“that wasn’t a question.”

he reached out his hand, gesturing for you to grab it before you could protest any further. it would just be a quick ride back to tannyhill, right?

you exhaled, putting your smaller hand into his and letting him pull you off the couch. his fingers intertwined with yours as led you through the crowd, people’s eyes following as the both of you passed by. it was hard not to get attention being next to rafe cameron— girls wishing they were you and boys wishing they were him. you dropped your head hoping that no one would notice. that was doubtful.

the tension during the drive was thick. you felt his eyes on you more than the road, which had you squirming in the leather passenger seat. his car smelled like him— a mix of weed and cedarwood cologne filling your senses. you almost felt lightheaded with how nervous you were and he hadn’t even done anything.

on the other hand, rafe was loving every second of it. he had been dreaming of this moment before you were even single. his sisters pretty little best friend, always around but just barely out of his reach, was currently in the palm of his hand.

partynextdoor was playing on the radio, you could hear him humming along as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. you heard your phone ding with a text notification— from sarah.

sarah: hey i’m downstairs did you leave?

you: yeah, sorry i couldn’t find you

sarah: with who??

sarah: please don’t say brian

sarah: tell me if he’s hot at least

sarah: is his dick big?

“everything okay?” rafe broke the silence, gesturing to your leg that started to bounce.

“it’s sarah, wantin’ to know who i’m with..” you replied, your thumbs hovering over the keyboard to type out a response to her.

he placed his hand on your knee, his grip gentle but firm enough to stop your moments. “just ignore her.” he said it like a suggestion, but his underlying tone told you that it wasn’t. you couldn’t help but listen to him, powering off your phone all together.

he kept his hand there, rubbing small circles with his thumb before he decided to test you, slowly going up your thigh. the warmth from his hand went straight to your core, your legs subconsciously parting just slightly at his touch.

“rafe..” you attempted to hide the shakiness in your voice. he was still driving, his eyes set forward. it took everything in him not to stop and take care of you right there— parking his car off the dirt road and bending you over in the backseat— but he held himself back. not only out of respect for you, but he wanted to do it the right way. he had been waiting to have you for years, he could handle a few more minutes.

“when’s the last time you’ve been touched like this, sweetheart?”

his fingers were now lingering between your thighs, slipping past that excuse of a skirt and brushing over your white panties. “and tell me the truth, or i stop.” he coaxed, his middle fingers pressed through the fabric, it becoming wet with your arousal. you whimpered at his touch, ashamed that you were reacting so easily to him. it was as if he already knew your body— knowing exactly where and how to you touch without even looking.

“i- i don’t know.” you breathed out. your head was fuzzy with desire, a feeling foreign to you.

“i think you do.” he thumbed your clothed clit, your head falling back against the seat in response. “i heard you and sarah talking earlier. could’ve came to me instead, y’know.” he continued to rub over your heat, just enough to tease you to the point it was nearly unbearable.

rafe sped up the rest of the way home, his patience running thin with his cock straining in his shorts. you were even more impatient, bucking your hips into his hand to feel some relief. you were beginning to make a mess on the seat and his fingers weren’t even inside of you yet.

before you knew it you were being thrown onto rafe’s bed, your legs hanging off the edge as he stood in between them.

“such a needy lil’ thing, hm?” he ditched your soaked panties on the floor, running his calloused fingertips over your slit to lather them with your slick. he parted your lips— so pretty and pink and glistening just for him. you were perfect.

he circled at your clit, applying pressure to the sensitive bud. you were pulsating beneath him as he started to rub faster, your thighs trembling. he pressed his middle finger at your entry, sinking himself in down to the knuckle.

rafe warmed up your cunt a bit longer before adding a second digit, pumping both in and out of you with determination— your soft moans spilling out like music to his ears. “god, baby, you’re drippin’ everywhere..” you whined at his words, which only made him keep going.

he curled his fingers, your gushy walls engulfing him as he hit that special spot inside of you. you could feel everything— the metal of his rings hitting against your cunt, the heat of his breath on your neck as he nibbled at it, the coil in your belly tightening.

“rafe.. i- i feel like-“

“i know baby, it’s okay. i got you.” he mumbled into your ear before he brought your lips to his, kissing you like it’s all he could do to breathe. you tasted so pure, like a ripe summer peach on his tongue— and he just wanted to swallow you whole. he continued to suck on your bottom lip until it was swollen, only pulling away to watch you.

and the look he was giving you— hungry with desire— was it took before you snapped, cumming for what felt like the first time. he held your hips in place with his other hand, holding you down to ride out your high.

you were gasping for air at this point, your bottom mascara smudged from the tears that prickled from your eyes. rafe looked wrecked as well, face pink and his once perfectly laid hair now disheveled. you didn’t know why until you sat up and saw it, the outline of his cock prominent in his shorts. your breath hitched, your doe eyes widening at the sight.

he grabbed your hand and brought it over his length, guiding you to rub it back and forth. even through the clothes you could tell he was bigger than your ex, surely. the thought alone had you pulsating.

“don’t by shy, sweetheart.”

you unbuttoned his shorts, pulling them down with his boxers to free his erect member. it hit his stomach, the tip red and leaking pre cum from being pent up for so long. he was girthy, thicker than his two fingers that you could hardly take a few minutes ago.

still, you pursued. you reached down to your sopping cunt, cupping it to lubricate your hand and bringing it to his cock. he let out a groan as you stroked him, jerking your wrist in smooth motions.

rafe was in heaven. you seemed so shy and innocent at first, he felt almost wrong for corrupting you like this— that was until you took it upon yourself to lick up the vein of his shaft, taking him into your mouth. you began to swirl your tongue, flicking it at his head to collect the dribbled cum. you went further, one hand at his base until you felt him hit the back of your throat. he rutted his hips, grabbing a fistful of your hair in a halt. if you kept going like this he wasn’t going to last.

“need to be inside you.” his voice was filled with desperation. he was panting at this point, a string of saliva following when he pulled you away. “please.”

you couldn’t finishing nodding your head before he went straight to work, pushing you flat to the bed with his weight on top of you. he ripped off your shirt, unclasping your lace bra in one smooth motion. rafe loved the feminine physique, and he was absolutely infatuated with yours. your tits were perky, full cups that sat sculpted on you just like a roman statue. your tummy was plush with a shimmery belly ring, the curves of your waist and hips drawing him in.

he brought his mouth to your breasts, lapping his tongue over one nipple as he fondled with the other. he was so eager— sucking and twisting at them like he was trying to feed. you were mewling, twisting under him at the sensation.

he slid his cock over your puffy folds. “saving this pussy for me, weren’t you?”

he slipped in raw, slowly filling you up inch by inch. he tried to go easy on you, but fuck, the way you were clenching around him it was like you were begging for more.

you were so stretched out, so full, and he still hadn’t put himself all the way in. he was thrusting into you at agonizing pace, not allowing you to adjust to his large size. you tried to scoot away, the pleasure being too much to bear, but he held you in place at the waist. he watched you engulf his dick in satisfaction— a creamy ring forming at the base.

“so fuckin’ tight— shit.” rafe moaned, squeezing his grip on the flesh of your stomach which would surly have bruises by morning. he finally bottomed out, hitting your core with a smooth trust. he was splitting you open with no mercy as his room echoed with the sound of skin slapping skin.

“suckin’ me in so well, feel like a virgin. you sure you been fucked before?”

“not like this.” you barely choked out, turning your head into the sheets as he quickened his speed. your face was flushed— chin still covered in spit and brows furrowed together.

“mhmm, but this is what you wanted, isn’t it baby?” his voice was raspy, almost mocking. he was molding himself inside you, like you were made just for him— filling you perfectly as your walls took his shape. his tip skimmed your g-spot, making you cry.

he arched your hips off the bed, moving his palms down to the fat of your ass— kneading it as your pussy started to flutter around him. he could tell you were close, your bodies chest to chest as he pounded into you.

you let go, jolts running through you as you came around his length with the second orgasm coursing through you. you had your legs wrapped around him, milking him dry. he didn’t let up either, continuing to hit into you at a brutal rate.

“gonna nut inside you like you deserve.” his grunted with gritted teeth, burying himself inside of you. his movements stuttered as he reached his peak— cock twitching as he released, his cum spurting in you with thick, hot ropes. he stayed there for a moment, assuring you got every drop before finally pulling out.

he laid down next to you, heavy, ragid breaths leaving the both of you in sync.

“you won’t need to be celibate any more, sugar.”

[scoupsakakitty]

Hi, Love your work.

I don’t know when you will be back and when the request will be opening. So sending you a request. Wonwoo is enlisting. So can you do a Wonwoo x idol!reader, where she gets to know from Weverse announcement as same as Carats and is mad at Wonwoo and he is explaining why he hid that from her. Some angst and fluff at the end

Before You Go | idol!Wonwoo x Reader | angst, fluff

The moment Y/N saw the Weverse notification pop up on her phone, she felt her entire body freeze.

[NOTICE] SEVENTEEN WONWOO’s Military Service Hello. This is PLEDIS Entertainment.

Her breath caught in her throat as she clicked on the post, her hands slightly trembling. The words blurred together in front of her eyes, but one thing stood out clearly—he was leaving. And she had to find out the same way as every other Carat?

A sharp pang of betrayal shot through her chest. She and Wonwoo had been together for years, through secret meetings, stolen moments, and whispered confessions under the stars. But he hadn’t told her. Not once had he even hinted at it.

She gritted her teeth, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. If she hadn’t checked Weverse, would he have even told her before disappearing?

Without another thought, she grabbed her phone and dialed his number. The call went straight to voicemail. Twice. Three times. Her frustration only grew as she paced around her apartment, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn’t control.

Just as she was about to throw her phone onto the couch in frustration, it buzzed in her hand.

Wonwoo: Can we talk? I’m coming over.

She didn’t reply. She didn’t need to. He had a spare key anyway.

Fifteen minutes later, the sound of her apartment door unlocking filled the silent room. Wonwoo stepped inside, his gaze immediately finding hers.

“Y/N—”

“You have got to be kidding me,” she cut him off, arms crossed tightly over her chest. “I had to find out from Weverse, Wonwoo?”

He sighed, closing the door behind him. “I was going to tell you.”

“Oh, really? When? After you were already gone?” Her voice cracked, despite her best efforts to keep it steady. “Do you have any idea how that felt? To wake up and see that news like—like I’m just any other fan?”

“I didn’t want to hurt you.” His voice was quiet, laced with something she couldn’t quite place—guilt, maybe.

“Well, congratulations,” she shot back, bitterly. “Mission failed.”

Wonwoo exhaled heavily and ran a hand through his hair. “I knew you’d react like this.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief. “So you decided to keep me in the dark instead?”

“I was trying to protect you, Y/N. The last thing I wanted was to see you upset.”

“That’s not your choice to make for me.” Her voice softened, but the hurt remained. “You don’t get to shut me out just because you think it’ll be easier.”

Wonwoo took a deep breath, his jaw tightening before he finally spoke. “I panicked, okay?” His voice wavered, something rare for him. “I didn’t know how to tell you. Every time I tried, the words wouldn’t come out. I thought I had more time.”

Y/N frowned, her arms still crossed. “More time? You knew this was coming, Wonwoo.”

“I did, but I didn’t know it would be announced today,” he admitted, looking down at the floor. “I woke up to the Weverse post just like you did. I thought I still had a few more days before it went public. I thought I could sit you down, explain everything properly.”

She let out a shaky breath. “You should have told me the moment you knew.”

“I know,” he said, his voice heavy with regret. “But every time I tried, I imagined how you’d react, how much it would hurt you. And I—” He let out a hollow chuckle, shaking his head. “I got scared.”

Her anger wavered for a moment as she studied him. The way his shoulders slumped, the tired look in his eyes—he wasn’t just guilty. He was afraid.

“Wonwoo…”

“I didn’t want to see you cry,” he continued, voice barely above a whisper. “And now I’ve made it worse, haven’t I?”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, her emotions warring between frustration and understanding. “Yeah, you did.”

His lips pressed into a thin line as he nodded, accepting her words. “I should have trusted you with this. I should have been honest from the start.”

Silence stretched between them before Y/N sighed, dropping her arms to her sides. “You’re an idiot.”

“I know.”

She hesitated, then took a step forward. “But you’re my idiot.”

Wonwoo’s lips twitched, almost forming a smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

A beat passed before she finally let herself close the distance, wrapping her arms around him. He melted into her embrace instantly, his hold on her just as tight.

“I love you,” he murmured into her hair. “That hasn’t changed. It won’t change.”

Y/N blinked back the sting of tears. “Then don’t treat me like a stranger, Wonwoo.”

He squeezed her hands gently. “I won’t. Not anymore.”

He hesitated for a moment before pulling back slightly to look at her. “I need to tell you something else.”

Her brows furrowed in concern. “What?”

“I won’t be completely gone for two years,” he said softly. “I’ll be doing public service, so I’ll be able to come home every day.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. “Wait—you mean you’re not going to be away the whole time?”

He shook his head. “No. I’ll have to work during the day, but I’ll be home at night. We’ll still see each other.”

The tension in her chest loosened slightly, and she exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “Why didn’t you lead with that?” she asked, lightly smacking his arm.

Wonwoo chuckled, the warmth returning to his eyes. “I figured you’d still be mad at me.”

“I am,” she admitted, but the weight of her earlier anger was fading. “But at least now I know I won’t have to go two years without seeing you.”

A smirk played on her lips as she tilted her head. “And hey… at least I’ll get to see you in a uniform. Might be kinda hot.”

Wonwoo rolled his eyes, but the corners of his lips curled into an amused smile. “Of course that’s where your mind goes.”

She grinned. “Gotta find a silver lining somewhere.”

The weight in her chest didn’t disappear entirely, but as he held her close, she let herself believe in his words. Even if goodbye was inevitable, at least they had this moment. Together.

[rafes-slut]

Can you do one where Rafe and y/n are secretly dating and she is jj’s sister. He is trying to comfort her when jj dies and the pogues are shocked to see him being so soft especially with her? I want some fluff about Rafe. It’s okay if you can’t do it.

Please and thank you

When the World Falls Apart

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x You (JJ’s Sister)

Warnings: Major character death, intense grief, emotional hurt/comfort, secret relationship, language, mentions of violence, soft!Rafe, protective!Rafe, Kook vs. Pogue tension, angst, eventual acceptance

The moment the phone call came through, you knew it wasn’t good. The static in your ear, the panic in your brother's voice—nothing was right.

You’d barely gotten out of the crowded street in Morocco before the words hit you like a bullet: “JJ’s gone. He’s gone.”

And the world around you shattered.

It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. Your brain couldn’t process it. Your fingers went numb, the phone slipping from your hand and landing with a soft thud on the ground, as if it too was trying to run from the nightmare unfolding.

The world was still spinning, but everything was out of focus. You didn’t even realize you were screaming until you heard it echoing off the walls of the narrow streets. Your knees buckled, and you collapsed on the hot, gritty sand beneath you, your entire body shaking like a leaf in the wind.

JJ was dead. Your brother, the one who had always kept you safe, was gone.

No.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Not him.

Tears streamed down your face uncontrollably, blurring your vision as the sounds of the city around you seemed to fade. Nothing mattered but the raw ache in your chest, the hollowness that spread like wildfire through your veins, making it hard to breathe.

You had to get to him. You had to see him. You needed to hold him.

But there was no way. He was already gone.

You didn’t know how long you sat there, the world moving around you but not through you. In a daze, your thoughts were tangled, a blur of grief and disbelief. Your body felt heavy as the cold sweat clung to your skin.

And then—

A shadow blocked out the sun.

Rafe.

He was there. He was standing in front of you.

Your eyes, swollen from crying, met his blue ones, and for the briefest moment, you saw something different there. His face—hard, unshakable, the face that everyone feared—was soft. He wasn’t looking at you with judgment or even the usual arrogance.

He was looking at you with pain.

With care.

Before you could process it, he was crouching in front of you, his large hands gently cupping your face, guiding your tear-streaked face up to meet his. His touch was delicate, as if you might break in his hands.

“Shh,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion, his forehead pressed against yours. “It’s gonna be okay. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

You felt the heat of his body close to yours, grounding you, but it wasn’t enough.

“You—You don’t understand,” you choked out, your voice raw, barely audible over the sounds of your heart shattering. “JJ... he’s—he’s gone, Rafe. He’s gone. What the hell am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do now?”

Rafe’s hands tightened slightly, pulling you into him as he enveloped you in the warmth of his body. He didn’t try to fix you—didn’t tell you everything would magically be better or that you’d find a way to heal in time. No. He just held you.

His lips brushed your hair as his chest rose and fell with every deep breath. “You don’t have to do anything right now. Just breathe. I’m here. You don’t have to be alone.”

You could feel his heartbeat beneath your cheek, steady and strong, and in that moment, you let yourself fall apart in his arms. Everything—every shred of control you had left—melted away. You cried. You screamed. You did everything you needed to do, because Rafe didn’t stop you. He didn’t tell you to be strong. He just stayed with you, his arms firm and comforting, his presence the only thing that anchored you to anything that felt real.

The other Pogues were still standing there, eyes wide, not knowing what to do. You could feel their stares on the back of your neck, the awkward tension rising as they watched Rafe with you. They had seen him be brutal. They had seen him cruel and cold. But here, with you in his arms, they didn’t know how to reconcile the person they’d come to fear with the person who was now holding you together in your darkest moment.

“Rafe, I can’t... I can’t...” You sobbed, your voice cracking as the words left you.

“I know,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a shiver through you. His hand moved to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair in slow, calming motions. “I know. Just let it out.”

And you did. You let it all out. You let the sorrow and pain take over your body, screaming until your throat was raw, shaking until you couldn’t move. And through it all, Rafe stayed with you. He didn’t let go. He didn’t run.

“Shh. You’re okay. I’m here. It’s gonna be okay,” Rafe repeated, each word softer than the last.

It wasn’t okay. Nothing was okay. But somehow, his presence felt like a lifeline. Like he was the only thing keeping you tethered to the world when everything else was crumbling around you.

The Pogues had no words. They just stood there, watching, completely still, until they realized Rafe wasn’t going to back down.

Finally, it was John B who broke the silence. His voice was shaky, but he spoke with an authority that only came with loss. “Rafe, what the hell are you doing?”

Rafe didn’t even look at him. He didn’t flinch, didn’t back away. His hands were still wrapped around you, holding you close. “I’m doing what none of you did,” Rafe said quietly, his voice low but resolute. “I’m here for her. I’m not leaving her.”

The shock was palpable, hanging in the air. Pope, Kiara, and John B exchanged glances, but Rafe didn’t give them the chance to question him further. He wasn’t asking for permission, and he certainly wasn’t looking for their approval.

You barely heard the words from your friends. The world had turned into a distant hum, the only thing that mattered being the comfort Rafe gave you in the midst of the chaos.

His thumb traced circles on your arm, the only soothing motion in the overwhelming silence. “I’m not going anywhere, okay?” he whispered, his lips close to your ear again. “You don’t have to do this alone.”

You couldn’t process the enormity of it all. But the one thing you did know was that, in this moment, with Rafe holding you like you mattered—like you were everything—was the only comfort you could find.

Everything else—every other thought, every other worry—could wait. Because, right now, Rafe Cameron was the only one who understood the depth of your grief.

And, for the first time, he wasn’t hiding. He wasn’t pretending. He was just there for you.

And that was enough.

[wordsofwhimsy]

𝙀𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙔𝙤𝙪 - Pt. 4

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

【Ａ/Ｎ】⦂ I’m warning y’all now… you’re gonna need a box of tissues 😭

【ＰＡＩＲＩＮＧ】⦂ (Unspecified) Variant!Mark Grayson x Reader

【ＷＡＲＮＩＮＧＳ】⦂ Stalking (kind of)

【ＩＮＳＰＩＲＡＴＩＯＮ】⦂ None

→【Ｐａｒｔ　Ｔｈｒｅｅ】←

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The weight of the past few days had not lifted, not even when the workers – who were really slaves – began the daunting task of rebuilding the town. The ruins of what was once your home stood as a constant jagged reminder of everything that had been lost. The streets were still cracked and lifeless, but now there was a subtle sound of movement—men and women, unwilling but resigned, hauling stones and debris, trying to piece together what was left of the once-vibrant town.

Mark had been persistent, trying to convince you to return with him to the mansion. "It’s safe there," he had said, his voice soft but firm. "You’ll be comfortable. You won’t have to worry about anything." But you couldn’t bring yourself to step foot in that place again. As gut-wrenching as it was to see your hometown in its current state, the dystopian and unsettling feeling you got from his mansion was more than you could bare.

“I can’t go back there,” you said, shaking your head as you stood in the barely standing doorway of your home. “Those women?” You stared at him incredulously, and the weight of your eyes caused Mark to look away. “Everything about that place is just wrong.”

His expression faltered for a moment, frustration flickering in his eyes. “I’m trying to make this right. You don’t have to be alone here. You don’t have to struggle.”

“I’m not going back to that place,” you repeated, your voice strong with defiance and conviction. “I’d rather be here—” you gestured to the decaying remnants of your home, the broken walls and scattered furniture a silent testament to the life that was once yours. “Than live in that twisted, delusional version of reality you call home.”

Mark tried to argue, but you became more adamant and angry in your refusal.  Seeing you this way was like having a vice clamped around his heart, and finally he relented. He didn’t like it—he made that very clear—but he didn’t push further. You weren’t sure if it was out of respect or because he didn’t know how to force you without risking something else he wasn’t ready to lose.

Now, night had fallen, and you sat on what remained of your old couch, your head in your hands. The workers were gone for the day, and the silence that had once comforted you now felt suffocating. You knew Mark was still watching you. You could feel it. His presence was always nearby, lurking just beyond your vision, even though he pretended to give you space.

You didn’t want his protection. You didn’t want to need him.

The sounds of footsteps outside the ruined walls caught your attention. You stiffened, your eyes snapping to the window. For a moment, you thought Mark had come to check on you again. But no one appeared. You frowned, swallowing the anxiety building in your throat. The feeling of being watched—it was almost unbearable.

As the night deepened, the cold began to settle in. The house was abandoned, forgotten, and the air carried a chill that had once been absent. You stood, pulling on the jacket Mark had given you days ago—one that smelled faintly of him—and walked to what remained of your bedroom. The bed was gone, replaced by a pile of rubble, but the space still felt familiar. The walls were cracked, and the floor was uneven, but it was your place. It felt like the only thing left of the life you’d known.

You sat down on the floor, your back against the wall, and pulled your knees to your chest, the dim light from the broken windows casting long shadows across the room.

The silence stretched on.

You closed your eyes, trying to breathe, but the weight of everything kept pushing down. You should’ve been able to sleep—should’ve been able to find some kind of peace, even just for a moment—but your mind wouldn’t stop racing. The memory of your world before, the destruction Mark’s universe had wrought, the guilt in his eyes when he promised to fix it—it all blended together into a swirling storm of confusion and sorrow.

Suddenly, a faint noise from outside reached your ears. You looked up sharply, your pulse quickening. Your eyes narrowed as you scanned the broken window for any sign of movement. There—just beyond the shattered glass—Mark stood, leaning against a tree in the distance, his silhouette barely visible in the fading light.

You knew he was there. You’d always known. But it didn’t make it any easier to swallow.

You pulled your jacket tighter around yourself and closed your eyes again, trying to focus on the emptiness around you. You had to do this alone. You had to try to hold onto the fragments of who you were. You couldn’t let him keep hovering, couldn’t let him keep forcing you into his reality.

But the longer you sat there, the more you could feel his presence like a shadow, looming just beyond your reach.

Mark’s POV:

Mark stood in the distance, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you, just as he had every night since you’d arrived in his universe. It had been difficult to let you stay here, in this decaying shell of a home, surrounded by memories of what had once been. He couldn’t understand why you insisted on staying. It was dangerous here—this universe was volatile, unstable—and you didn’t seem to grasp the danger that was around every corner.

But still, he respected your decision. You had lost everything. Your town, your life, your very world… and yet, you refused to come home with him. You had been clear about it. You needed space. You needed time.

He couldn’t give you everything you wanted, but he could give you that.

Mark’s mind was a constant churn of contradictions. On the one hand, he wanted desperately to be with you, to pull you into the warmth of his arms, away from the cold of this broken town. But on the other hand, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was losing you every time he allowed you to pull away.

You thought you were free, but the truth was, you were trapped there, just like he was. In this world, there was no going back. And the more he watched you, the more he realized that was the way he needed it to be. It wasn’t just the portal that was closed. It was everything that had happened since you’d arrived. He couldn’t let you go.

As he stood there, his thoughts swirling like a storm, he knew one thing for certain: No matter how much you fought him, no matter how much you pushed him away, he couldn’t let you out of his sight. Not in this world. Not when he had already lost you before.

He wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

The night was cold, but Mark didn’t move. He stood there, watching, waiting, knowing that you wouldn’t admit it, but deep down, you were afraid. You might not admit it now, but you’d come to rely on him. You’d come to understand that he was all that was left of your world.

And despite everything that had happened—despite the dystopian nightmare that his universe had become—Mark would never stop trying to give you something worth holding onto.

Half a Year Later - Readers POV:

The sun shone brightly through the large front windows of the café, casting a warm, golden hue over the polished wooden tables and counters. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, a comforting, familiar scent that had always signified the beginning of a day of routine—of normalcy.

You stood behind the counter, expertly pulling espresso shots and arranging pastries on display, as if nothing had changed. And, in a way, nothing had. Sure, the world outside the windows still held remnants of destruction—ruined buildings and cracked streets—but the café was your sanctuary, a small corner of the world that felt like home, even in this twisted alternate universe.

Your hands worked mechanically, preparing drinks for the workers who had poured in every day since Mark had gathered them to rebuild. They were mostly familiar faces—people you had known before, people who had somehow survived the end of the world. They had adapted, just as you had, finding ways to keep moving forward. Despite the strange air of tension that still lingered, there were moments of peace, small pockets of connection you’d found through these interactions.

You passed a cup of coffee to one of the workers who had once frequented the café back in your original universe. He gave you a warm, grateful smile, one that felt strangely reassuring. You exchanged a few words about how the rebuilding was going, and then he moved on to join the others, carrying his coffee like a small victory in the midst of the chaos.

You couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope as you observed the bustling atmosphere. There was a sense of life here, a sense of community that you hadn’t felt in what seemed like an eternity. People were making an effort to restore what had been lost. And that, you thought, was something worth holding onto.

Still, deep down, you couldn’t shake the persistent gnawing feeling of heartache. The world Mark had brought you to, the reality you now found yourself trapped in—it was wrong. You knew that. You would never stop knowing that.

But it didn’t consume you anymore.

For the first time in months, you felt like you could breathe again, even if it was just for a moment. Your world had been shattered, but in this café, you could pretend, for a few hours each day, that things hadn’t changed so drastically. You could laugh with the people who had become your friends, share in small, simple joys, and almost forget about the twisted version of Mark that lingered in the background of your thoughts.

Meanwhile, at the Mansion:

Mark sat alone in a dimly lit study at the mansion, his fingers absently tracing the edge of a glass on the table. The room was eerily quiet, the weight of solitude pressing in on him. His mind wandered, as it so often did, to the past—back to a time when things had been simpler. When he was... himself.

He closed his eyes, and the memory hit him like a flood.

It was a warm, golden afternoon. The two of you had been laughing so hard you could barely breathe. You were at a park, sitting on a patch of grass that felt like it was straight out of a dream. You were playfully teasing him about his latest mission, and he’d been trying—unsuccessfully—not to crack under the weight of your teasing.

“You really think I’d forget how to fly?” he’d said, pretending to be offended, but the grin on his face gave him away. He hadn’t been able to hold back his laughter.

“No,” you had replied, your eyes sparkling with mischief, “but you’d probably get distracted by a really cute puppy along the way.”

He laughed harder at that, wiping tears from his eyes.

You reached over, brushing his hair back from his forehead with a tenderness that he hadn’t known he needed, but now would give anything to feel again. Then, as if without thinking, you leaned in to kiss him—a soft, gentle press of your lips against his, lingering just long enough to make his heart skip a beat. When you pulled away, your faces were still inches apart, and there was that familiar warmth in your gaze—the kind that made him feel like nothing else mattered but the two of you in that moment.

“I love you,” he had whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

You smiled, your eyes softening, and whispered it back. “I love you, too.”

The memory burned so fiercely now that it took his breath away.

Mark’s chest tightened as the flood of memories washed over him. He could still feel your touch on his skin, the gentle, playful way you’d run your fingers through his hair. He could still hear your laugh—the way it echoed in his ears, filling him with a joy he had never known before, and feared he would never feel again. The moments had been so fleeting, so innocent, yet they were so deeply etched in his mind now.

He clenched his jaw, trying to hold the tears back, but the ache in his chest was unbearable. His heart wrenched with grief, the weight of all the loss crashing down on him. You were gone. And he’d failed to protect you. Failed to protect that love.

Mark ran a hand over his face, feeling the sting of tears threaten to escape. His vision blurred, and for a moment, it felt like the walls of the mansion closed in around him, suffocating him with the weight of his regrets. The luxury, the control, the power—none of it mattered. None of it could bring that moment back.

He had wanted to be the hero. He had wanted to save you, to make things right. But now, in the depths of the silence, all he could hear was the echo of your laugh, the whisper of your voice in his ear, and the painful realization that nothing—nothing—could undo the damage he had done.

Mark’s breath hitched, the tears finally slipping down his cheeks. He wiped them away quickly, angry at himself for breaking, for feeling weak, but the ache was too strong. In that moment, all he wanted was to go back. Back to the world where you were still there. Where things hadn’t fallen apart. Where the love between you hadn’t been tainted by the darkness he had embraced.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into the empty room, his voice trembling. “I’m so sorry, [Name].”

But the only answer was the soft, haunting memory of the life he had lost.

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→【Ｐａｒｔ　Ｆｉｖｅ】←

☆rivalriotrenegade☆

I know this one was shorter than the last two, just like the first one was pretty short - sorry for the inconsistency in length! I'm just trying to keep each part centered around a specific theme. I wonder if the next part will be a turning point for old Marky Mark and Reader... :')

[pancakeszs]

the world finds out that you're dating

♡pairing: hyungline!skz x fem!reader

♡wc: 2.3k

♡contents: kissing, fluff, guilt

♡synopsis: the internet accidentally finds out that you and are in a relationship due to a minor slip up.

♡a/n: this is not proofread so please ignore any typos you see. i was really eager to post this! i hope you all enjoy and i hope to write more skz content in the future!

WRITTEN BY @pancakeszs (please do not copy, plagiarize, repost, translate, or edit)

bangchan˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

bangchan has always felt a strong sense of responsibility not only for the members safety but for yours too. ever since you both started dating he made sure your relationship was not in the public’s eye. 

he knew that some “fans” would come after you and insult you for no reason at all and that was his biggest nightmare. for the past year you both have been doing a good job at keeping your relationship under wraps, that is until there’s an emergency.

you had been watching one of bang chans concerts, supporting him from afar when a fight broke out and you were caught in the middle.

you turned to the side to find two girls yelling at each other “you’re blocking my view!!” one girl screamed “it’s not my fault!” the second girl screamed back. security couldn’t hear because of how loud the whole concert was so you took it upon yourself to break up the fight before it escalated.

you moved through the crowd to the girls “guys, can’t we just enjoy the show?” one of the girls turned to you and said “mind your own business bitch!” 

you frowned “you’re ruining the show not only for yourself but for everyone else! can’t you just move so the other girl can see?” you try to explain a simple solution but the girl doesn’t want to hear it.

“who do you think you are coming over here? do you want to fight me?” she asks.

“no i just want to enjoy the show without you guys yelling and starting a fight.” you explain trying to keep calm.

you can see the girl getting mad and she  raises her hand to hit you but before she can swing you hear bangchan yell from the stage “hey!”

the girl who was about to hit you looks over to him to find him staring right at you. she immediately starts fangirling forgetting about how she almost assaulted you. “bangchan i love you!” she screams.

“and i love my girlfriend, who you were about to hit.” he says frowning. your jaw drops at the fact that he actually just said that, publically, in the middle of a concert.

the girl turns to you “know way you’re his girlfriend, did you pay him or something?” 

you’re still in shock and you look at bangchan who signals to the security to escort the girl out. 

the girl screams and kicks her feet and she’s dragged away but you’re focused on bangchan. he winks at you and security takes you back stage before anyone can snap photos or take a good look at your face. 

after the show bangchan rushes back to find you sitting on the couch watching the performance from a screen in the back. “are you ok?” he asks as you comes up to you checking you to see if the girl had hit you before he noticed. “i’m okay chan…thank you. but you didn’t have to do that. now everyone will know we’re together.” 

“today just proved that you can get hurt either way but atleast true fans will support us. and anyways as long as we have each other it’ll be okay.” 

“i love you babe” you say as he leans in for a kiss.

“i love you too.” he whispers.

lee know ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

it was easy for you and lee know to keep your relationship on the down low. he never really spoke about his personal in interviews and kept questions about it vague. him not showing off your relationship didn’t mean he loved you any less, he just wanted to protect you from the haters on the internet. you didn’t mind it either, you preferred just being in eachothers company without having expectations from people. 

one night you come over to lee knows house since you bought his cats a new toy you’d seen on tik tok. you had texted him earlier in the day that you would be coming over and he had replied telling you he was excited. unfortunately it had slipped lee knows mind that you were coming over and he was on a youtube live completely oblivious to the fact that you were supposed to come over.

you knocked on his door and lee know turned around confused.  “i don’t think im expecting anyone…” he said to the chat and then walked over to the door. he opened it and his eyes widened when he realized it was you.

you smiled widely when he opened the door and leaned in for a hug. “hi, my love! i brought the cat toys.” when you pulled away you noticed the horror on his face.

“is everything alright?” you asked concerned.

“wait right here.” he says as he runs back into the room. he checks the live and sees that the camera has a full view of the door. he scans the cha quickly and watches as they flood with comments like:

“did they just hug?”

“is that his girlfriend?”

“did she call him “my love?””

he quickly said “sorry, i have to go now.’” and ended the live.

he came back to the door and opened it to find you standing there waiting.

“what happened?” you asked still confused.

“i completely forgot you were coming and i was on a live, they saw you hug me and heard you call me “my love.” i screwed up bad y/n.” 

he face palmed himself and dragged his hands down his face. “they aren’t stupid they’re going to know we’re together.”

you put your hands on his shoulders and look at him “it’s going to be okay lee know, don’t blame yourself. i should’ve updated you letting you know i was on the way. if any of us are to blame its me.”

lee know begins to protest but you cut him off “can we go inside to talk about this?” he nods and takes a step away from the door so you can come inside. you take his hand and you sit down of the couch pulling him down with you.

“y/n this wasn’t how things were supposed to go…i didn’t want the world to find out because now people will start analyzing every little thing you do and-“

you cup his face in your hands “first of all, i don’t care about what people on the internet have to say about me or our relationship. i’m happy and secure and that’s what maters. second of all, are you sure they even know who i am? i could be your sister for all they know.”

“they could take a photo of you and find your instagram easily, there aren’t many girls who look as beautiful as you. you’re definetley recognizable.”

a blush coats your cheeks “you’re all worried and you’re still flirting with me.” you tease.

he smiles softly at you “i just want you to know that if the media or anything becomes too overwhelming for you, and you need a break from this relationship…then that’s completely ok. i love you and only want whats best for you.”

“lee know, no matter what happens as long as i have you by my side everything will be ok.” you kiss him softly and then continue “now i came here for a reason, these cat toys won’t play with themselves? where are those little cuties?”

lee know smiles and he knows you’re right, together everything will be ok.

changbin ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

changbin and you had been together for a while now, nobody other than your close firneds knew that you both were together. it wasn’t because either of you were ashamed of eachother, it’s just that you had both come to the descision that it would be best for your relationship to be kept a secret so it doesn’t turn into a big thing in the media. it was just another regular day hanging out with changbin at his house before he brought up going to the gym.

“hey, do you want to go to the gym with me?” he asked. he always asked even though your answer was always the same. you hated the gym, which was ironic since your boyfriend basically lived there. still you would always politely decline preferring to do a home workout instead. 

today though, you decided to go to the gym with him since you felt like trying it out once more to see if maybe your opinion on the gym has changed. changbin smiled brightly at your answer. you both hopped into the car and chatted about random things until you fianlly arrived at the gym.

“i’m really glad you decided to come with me today.” he held your hand as you walked in.

“aww, im happy you’re happy. i decided i should give the gym another chance.” you explained.

you and changbin were too immersed in your workout and conversation to notice a guy working out near you taking photos of you both. this was a private gym but occasionaly someone would pay to get in, but no one ever recognized changbin.

after your workout you felt energized but tired at the same time. you and changbin got into the car when changbin’s phone started blowing up. he had a look or disbelief as he scanned his eyes across his phone.

“what’s wrong?” you asked worried from his expression.

he handed his phone over to you and you read the headline of the twitter post that read “stray kids idol changbin found entering the gym with another girl while holding hands.” you had to reread the words multiple times for them to process.

“what…? how didn’t we notice!” you said shocked, then it hit you that the only person there was the man working out near you. he had came in not long after you both so he must have snapped photos while you were entering.

“i knew i should’ve been more careful.” changbin groaned.

“binnie, it’s not your fault. you shouldn’t have to be on edge all day just because people are nosy and want to get into your business all of the time.” you reassured him, not wanting him to feel guilty over this whole situation.

“i shouldn’t have nagged at you to even come to the gym today.” he looked so dissapointed in himself and it pained you to see him that way.

“you didn’t nag me, not at all! i decided that i wanted to come today and that is in no way your fault or even mine. besides now this means that we don’t have to keep our relationship a secret.”

“i just feel bad, we both agreed it would be better if we kept our relationship secret but now everyone is going to know. i feel like i failed you.”

you turned to him and held his face in your hands “changbin, listen to me. you did not fail me at all. this is just a little bump in the road but we’ll work through it just like we do with everything else. besides this will all die down when another tweet about another celebrity pops up.”

changbin nodded “you’re right.”

you smiled and kissed him softly “also, this is just another reason why the gym sucks.”

hyunjin˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

hyunjin often called you his muse and you found it the sweetest thing in the world. he would draw you when you weren’t looking and paint things that reminded him of you. you enjoyed your relationship and how it was out of the public eye. you were both able to enjoy each others company without anyone commenting or hating on it.

unfortunately nothing this peaceful lasts forever. on one of hyunjins lives he was showing off his sketch book. he didn’t mind sharing his artwork with the stays because he was proud of it. he was so passionate about showing his art that he didn’t notice he grabbed the sketchbook with all of his portraits of you.

 he began flipping through the pages and a look of horror flashed across his face when a portrait of you was on full display. he quickly shoved the sketchbook away and laughed awkwardly to the stream.

he quickly made up an excuse and ended the live. he prayed that nobody could tell who you were through the paintings. he quickly drove over to your house to explain what happened but when he finally made it his phone was pinging with notifications.

HAN: look at this! they found y/n’s instagram.

Lix: hyunjin everyone saw your sketches and found y/n’s account!

he couldn’t bear to read the rest of the messages because all of it reminded him of his huge mistake.

suddenly he saw you walk out of your house with your keys in your hands. you stopped short when you saw hyunjin car. you ran to his door and said “hyunjin! are you ok? everyone found my instagram account…” 

hyunjin just looked at you looking so ashamed. “i screwed up.” he sighed. 

you grabbed his hand and took him inside of your house so you could talk.

you both sat down across from each other and you watched as hyunjin held his head in his hands. “y/n…i’m so sorry.”

“hyujin, i want you to know that i’m not mad. not at all! everyone was going to find out at some point. this was unexpected yes but i’m not upset. i think it’s sweet that they found out because of your drawings of me.”

hyunjin looked up at you “you’re really not mad? i ruined everything…everything was going so well.”

you reached for his hands and held them “i promise you i’m not mad. it was a slip up and trust me if i had a platform like you and i did live streams i would’ve slipped up by now.” you reassured him.

you came around the table to hug him. “i love you, and now i don’t have to hide it.” you held his face in your hands and he looked up at you. 

“i’m glad too, now i can share my paintings of you freely.” he smiled softly.

you smiled back and kissed him softly, he returned in kind.

“i love you so much.” he said against your lips.

“i love you too.” 

[blushsturns]

perv!matt x innocent!reader♡ | pt.8 ❤︎ first time

pt.7 here | masterlist

warnings: this contains sexual content, but it is all consensual. pure filth, fingering, dirty talk, titty play, unprotected p in v, breeding kink, literally smut at its finest.

word count: 6820

It was midnight and you couldn’t sleep. You tossed and turned all night, but you still couldn’t get yourself to actually fall asleep. Was it the fact that your brain was on overdrive thinking about the stack of homework you have to finish by the end of the week for school, or the fact that your friends are trying to set you up on a date with someone you clearly had no interest in? No matter what you tried to do, you just couldn’t get comfortable enough to actually fall asleep. 

You laid there, staring at the ceiling and contemplated getting up and finding your bottle of melatonin gummies. They were only used when you were absolutely desperate and out of options. Now was one of those times. You didn’t even bother to check your phone, not wanting to rope yourself into staying on your phone because it would only make your brain more awake and stay up longer than you wanted to.

When you walked downstairs to your kitchen to find the bottle you kept close just in case, you heard a knock at your front door. You jumped slightly in surprise at the sudden noise, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. Nobody ever visits this late, especially unannounced.

You looked down at your body to make sure you didn’t look ridiculous when opening up the front door. You wore your pink lace pajama shorts and matching tank top. Maybe it was someone at the wrong house, considering it’s happened before, but never this late.

Once you opened up your front door, you came face to face with the person you were least expected to see: Matt. 

He immediately took in your appearance, his cheeks warming up automatically and bringing his hand up to the back of his neck and began to rub it gently, a nervous habit of his. His eyes scanned your body and how comfortable, yet sexy you looked. You suddenly felt shy, which is something that seemed to happen quite a lot around Matt, but in the absolute best way. 

“Hey, sorry to drop by unannounced, but I can’t sleep, and I needed to see you.” You could tell he was nervous, his voice shaking slightly. He brought his attention back up to your eyes, flashing you a shy smile. 

You were surprised at his words, considering he had never done something like this before. In all honesty, it made you feel special. No other boy has ever treated you the way Matt has, and you two weren’t even dating. You can’t help but think about all of the things you two have done the last couple months, and how it left you genuinely curious about him, and your feelings towards him in general.

Your cheeks already felt warm, but the cold air coming in from the outside left a chill down your spine and your nipples to instantly harden against the thin fabric of your tank top. You watched Matt as his eyes averted towards your chest, his breath getting caught in his throat. 

“Come in.” You moved over to the side of the door to allow him to step foot into your house. You were surprised he was here, considering it was midnight, and the fact that he mentioned needing to see you. Everything Matt does is fucking adorable. Even when he thinks he’s being subtle about it, he really isn’t. Sometimes you let your mind wander a little too much about him, and wonder about the fascination he has with you. 

Matt walked into your house as you closed and locked the door behind you. You looked over at him with a small smile, biting gently onto your bottom lip as you stared at him. You had to admit, he looked really fucking good tonight. 

He looked nervous, but also like there was something on his mind that he wanted to talk about. “Sorry, I just don’t know how much longer I can stand it.” He bit onto his bottom lip, rubbing the back of his neck once again as he stared at you. It was hard to read his expression, but you could tell he was nervous, like he needed to say, or do something.

You furrowed your eyebrows in a confused manner as you kept your eyes solely focused on him in front of you. His gray sweatpants hung low around his waist, his hand still rubbing the back of his neck which made his shirt rise up and giving you a slight glimpse of the waistband of his briefs. Your cheeks grew even more warm just by staring at him, but it was impossible not to. Matt was so shy, so sweet, so quiet, but he had to know how insanely attractive he was and could pull any girl if he really wanted to. The thought of that made your stomach churn with jealousy, and you weren’t sure why.

For so long, you have known about Matt’s little crush on you. He’s always treated you differently than his brothers. Even though they were also caring and would protect you in a heartbeat, it was different with Matt. He was more invested in you, noticed the little things about you that not even your best friends noticed, and was sexually attracted to you. Ever since the moment through the window, the seven minutes in heaven at the party, when his wet dream turned into a reality and your rendezvous going to the sex shop and him testing the toy out on you, you began to view him differently. He wasn’t just the nerdy, quiet one, he was so much more than that. 

“What do you mean you can’t stand it, Matt? What’s wrong?” 

He took a step closer to you with bravery evident in his posture. His eyes stayed locked onto yours the entire time. “I can’t stand not having you. I’ve tasted you on my tongue, I’ve dreamt of it every single night since then. I’ve been craving you since the day I met you. I need you so badly.” His tone was thickened with desperation, like it's been something he’s been holding in for awhile. 

Your breath hitched in your throat, not sure what to say to any of this. It almost felt like a declaration of his love and adoration for you, and you weren’t sure how to process any of it. You knew that you felt something for him, that was a given, you just weren’t sure how to process it properly and what to do with those feelings. 

You both stood in front of one another as he moved closer, his hand moving over to place his index and middle finger underneath your chin to tilt it up so that your eyes can stay solely locked in his. You felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest with anticipation rolling through you. You had no choice, not that you would want it any other way, but to stare deeply into his pretty ocean blue eyes. “Is that why you can’t sleep?” Was all you managed to say, your voice shaking slightly from feeling a little nervous.

He nodded his head almost immediately. Desire and need filled his gaze as he moved his hand away to begin tracing your soft, pink pouty bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “I need you so much, sweetheart. So much that it pains me sometimes. Seeing you around my brothers and knowing I want to just kiss you in front of them, not caring what they think. My drawer is filled with your panties, imagining how they fit around your pretty pussy and ass and if you soak through them with your slick wetness. I grab a pair and pump my dick against them, imagining I’m fucking into you so deep that you moan my name. I look out my window sometimes, hoping I’d get a glimpse of that beautiful body, fuck.”

 He spoke the last words through clenched teeth, like it literally ached within him to be saying these words out loud. “Ever since I got a taste, I’ve wanted more. Need more.” 

You couldn’t find the words and didn’t know how to process what he was saying to you. All you knew was that you could feel your core aching already, your lacy thong becoming coated with your own slick arousal. Matt had the power to turn you on more than any other guy ever had in the past. You found yourself emitting a soft whimper from your lips as he continued to brush your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. 

His lips curved up into a small smirk, obviously hearing the little noise that you made. A simple noise coming from your pretty lips went straight to his dick, a grunt leaving his lips. Any noise you made, the way you looked at him, or moved around him only made him want you even more. 

“Fuck, Matt.” You breathed out, your cheeks growing even more warm by the second. Not even 10 minutes ago, you couldn’t sleep and was about to find your melatonin gummies and now here you are, squeezing your legs together due to the wetness pooling in your panties from Matt’s words, and his words alone.

His smirk grew wider, obviously aware of the effect he was having on you, his fingertips moving down your jawline to the base of your neck, his eyes staying locked onto yours the entire time like if he pulled his gaze away from you, you’d disappear and he didn’t want that at all. His eyes grew a darker shade of blue, complete desire filling his gaze. “I need to fuck you, sweetheart. Will you let me? Please let me. I promise I’ll be so good to you. Just wanna cherish you and this perfect body.” His hand moved down your hips, running both of his hands up and down against them against the fabric of your flimsy thin tank top.

You’ve never seen Matt like this before, but you were loving every second of it. Thinking about him inside of you for the first time made your stomach twinge with excitement and more wetness to pool in your panties. You could feel how soaked you were as you tried your best to keep your composure, all while squeezing your legs together and your cheeks reddened and warm.

All you could do was nod your head slowly, your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you watch him step even impossibly closer to you. So close you could feel the heat radiating against your skin as he moved his hands underneath your tank top, his fingertips running across your smooth, silky skin which sent a shiver to run down your spine.

“I need to hear you say it, sweetheart. Please. I’ve been wanting to hear you say it since the day I met you.” Your bodies were practically pressed up against each other and you immediately felt his hardened bulge pressing up against you, causing another whiny, soft whimper to escape past your lips. You swore you could feel yourself dripping down your thighs from how soaked you were already, your hand moving up to place onto his underneath your tank top. 

You moved his hand up higher underneath the material until his hand reached your breast. His eyes widened as his hand came in contact with your plump breast, his thumb slowly brushing against your hardened nipple causing another shudder to run down your spine. “I will let you, Matt. I need you, too.”

He looked you up and down, taking in and mesmerizing your body as his one hand squeezes your hip tighter and pulling you impossibly closer, while the other begins to roll your hardened nipple around, tweaking it between his fingertips causing you to let out a satisfied moan. It’s almost as if he’s afraid you could disappear at any given moment and just needs to feel you closer against him. 

Matt moved both of his hands on your breasts now underneath your shirt, rubbing both of your hardened nubs and tweaking them with his fingers. You let out a soft moan at the sensation, your core throbbing immensely as you bite gently onto your bottom lip to try and contain the sounds that have been emitting from your lips.

He shakes his head immediately, pinching your nipples between his fingers. “I wanna hear you, pretty. You always sound so pretty for me.” 

His words made your cheeks even more warm to the point that they felt like they were on fire. You nodded your head at his words, another moan emitting from your lips at the feeling of your nipples being played with. 

“W-wanna go upstairs to my room?” You looked at him with desire filling your own gaze, feeling your cunt completely soaked between your legs. You never thought this would happen, but you weren’t complaining one bit.

His eyes lit up at your question, immediately nodding his head and pulling his hands out of your shirt, his one hand finding yours to hold onto it. “Of course, doll. After you.” 

You flash him a small smile, nerves rolling through your body. This was actually happening. Matt was in your house at midnight, declaring his love and need for you, openly telling you that he needed to have sex with you. It was something you always sort of knew in the back of your mind, but you never thought you’d ever hear him say it out loud. You squeeze his hand as you lead him upstairs to your bedroom and close the door behind you. 

He had been in your room many times: when he stole your panties, found your bin of sex toys (you never told him this, but the bin wasn’t closed properly and you knew nobody else would look through it), or  when he’d hang out in there with Nick and Chris, but didn’t take his eyes off you the entire time as you sat there on the bed, your legs opened slightly and from where he sat, got a perfect view of your pretty lacy panties up your skirt. You would do it on purpose, knowing it drove him crazy and gave him such a hard on.

You took the initiative and slid your tank top over your head and threw it down onto the ground, leaving you in your lace pajama shorts, your plump breasts on full display for him.

His eyes immediately went to your chest and widened in surprise as he practically drooled at the sight in front of him. “Fuck, such a pretty pair of tits. Can I touch ‘em?” 

You nodded your head at his question, his words alone and his stare making your cheeks permanently red and warm. He walked closer up to you once again, feeling the heat radiating against your skin as he cupped your tits in palms, the pads of his thumbs running across the hardened nubs. A shudder runs down your spine at his touch, a soft whimper leaving your lips. “Oh, Matt..” 

He tweaked, pinched, and rubbed your nipples with soft moans leaving your lips. Your pussy was throbbing at this point and you wanted to scream and beg for him to fuck you, but you had to be patient and allow him to take his time. It would all be worth it. “You like that, sweetheart? You like when I play with your pretty tits?” His words were sultry, thickened with need and desire.

All you could do was nod your head, your breath hitching in your throat and your heart beating rapidly in your chest. You moved your hands down to the hem of his t-shirt and began lifting it up over his head. He helped you remove his shirt, allowing it to fall down onto the ground. Your eyes scanned over his bare chest, your breathing quickening as you stared at him before you. He looked fucking amazing and you were surprised that he managed to hide how good of shape he was in and how sexy his body was. You would’ve never guessed, considering he was much more on the shyer side. 

Your hand immediately fell to his exposed chest, running your pink polished fingernails against his skin. He melted against your touch, a soft hum emitting from his lips. “You drive me fuckin’ crazy, sweet girl. Are you sure about this?”

You nod your head at his words, your fingers moving down his chest to the hem of his sweatpants, playing with the string on them. You look up at him with the most innocent look you could muster up, with desire filling your gaze. “Of course I’m sure. You already got me going, why stop now? I’m soaked, Matt.” Your words were filthy, but very much true and you were beginning to become desperate for him and his touch. As sweet as he was to make sure you were okay with all of this, it was too late to go back now. 

His lips curved up into a little smirk, an expression that left your core hot, throbbing, desperate for his touch. He licked over his lips, moving his hand down to grab onto yours that was still placed against the hem of his sweatpants. He helped you remove them, kicking them off his feet and allowing them to fall aimlessly on the floor. He was now left in his briefs and you felt like you could hardly breathe. All of this built up tension and sexual frustration, and now he was finally getting to have you. 

He moved your hand lower to his hardened bulge through the material of his briefs, signaling he wanted you to touch him, all of him. Your hand immediately followed suite, grasping onto hard cock and feeling it twitch against your palm. “Are you always this hard for me, pretty boy?” Your words were so flirty, thickened with need and desire.

Matt nods his head slowly, his face twisting into an expression of pure pleasure with his head tilting over onto the side of his shoulder. “Y-yeah.” He stammered on his words, a soft whimper falling from his lips. His sounds were so fucking pretty, especially the little whimper he left out. You would have to make a note to yourself to continue to make him feel good so that you can hear more where that came from. “You get me this hard all the god damn time. Every single time I see you.”

You don’t know what got into you, but you were getting more turned on by the second, and you just had to mess with him in the absolute best way. A soft giggle left your lips, moving your hand against his hardened cock through the fabric of his briefs, whimpering softly at the feeling of him twitching against your palm. You had definitely soaked through both your pajama shorts and your panties, but all you cared about in this moment was making sure he knew how fucking sexy he was, and pleasure him the way he deserved.  “Oh Matty.” You giggled again, using your free hand to place a strand of your hair over your ear, your hand squeezing his cock hard to elicit a moan from his lips. “Don’t you think I knew all the times you were around me and how much it turned you on just to be around me? Watching you stammer on your words, getting flustered and red in the face, pitching a tint in your pants. You don’t think I was aware of all these things? Why do you think I purposely did some of it to get you going?”

Matt’s eyes widened at your words, completely and utterly surprised. “You did it on purpose? To tease me?”

You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly, another giggle emitting from your lips. “Maybe I did. Some of it, at least. Other times I had no idea how badly you wanted me.” You really didn’t notice right away, until your panties started to get stolen from your drawer and the way Matt acted so flustered and shy around you compared to his brothers. He was so easy to mess with and you loved every second of it.

Matt let out a soft grunt, his cheeks growing red as he stared at you with a shy expression on his face, growing more flustered by the second. You’ve never been able to make any other guy feel like this, and act this way, and you were loving it. You loved it so much you were beginning to feel desperate for him and for him to make you feel good. “Such a fuckin’ god damn tease you are.” He said through gritted teeth, his cheeks flushed red and letting another whimper emit from his lips when you squeeze his cock through the fabric again.

“Come on, Matty. Are you going to fuck me, or what?” You lead him over to the bed, feeling like you were in complete and utter control now as you fall onto the bed and tug him on top of you. His eyes widen at your sudden actions, but keeps himself hovered over you, his body weight keeping you trapped underneath him which you were perfectly fine with.

You wrapped your legs around his waist to push your body even impossibly closer to him, moving your arms up to wrap around his neck, your fingers running through his hair and tugging on it, eliciting a groan to escape from his lips. Watching his face contort into pleasure and hearing the sounds that fell from his lips only turned you on even more. Your core was throbbing and you were completely and utterly soaked at this point. 

He stares down at your pretty pink lips before back up into your eyes, his hardened bulge pressing against your thigh as he began to grind his hips into you teasingly to feel him rubbing up against you. You let out a soft moan, your head falling back against the pillows behind you. “P-please Matt.” You breathed out, desperation thickened in the tone of your voice. “Need you so bad.”

His lips curved up into a slight smirk, nodding his head slowly as he moves his hand down your bare chest, to the hem of your pajama shorts and began to slowly slide them down your legs and allowing them to fall onto the ground, Your slick arousal had soaked through them, and through your lacy thong. He took in a deep breath, his eyes glued to your center now. He was completely mesmerized by you as you laid there, a wet spot formed against the flimsy lace material. He used the pad of his thumb to press down against your soaking wet, throbbing clit against the material of your panties, causing a soft gasp to emit from your lips. “Fuuuuck, kitten. You’re soaked. This all for me?” He moved his gaze back up to stare into your eyes, mesmerized and even more turned on by the sight of you. 

You nod your head slowly as you move your gaze down to his hand as he begins to slowly circle your clit with the pad of his thumb, his eyes staying solely focused on you for your reactions. “Oh, fuck.” You breathed out, moving your head down to watch his every move. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening and you loved every second of it.

“Can I?” He looked at you for permission, his fingers teasingly tugging on the hem of your panties to pull them down. All you could do was nod your head at him, your cheeks reddening as you watch him pull your panties down your legs. He traced his fingertips against your soaked panties, watching as he licks over his own lips in a hungry motion. “You soaked right through these didn’t you, precious girl?” He looked up at you again, his lips curving into a wicked grin as he stares up at you. He places the panties over to the side of your bed. “I’m taking these home with me, if you don’t mind.”

You shake your head, your cheeks only reddening even more as you watch him and listen to his words, your pussy literally throbbing and dripped your arousal down your thighs. “Please, Matt.” You plead out, a soft whine leaving your lips. “Please, need you inside of me.” You move your hand down his shoulder, keeping your eyes locked onto his the entire time. 

He smirks up at you, licking over his lips in a hungry motion as he spreads your legs wide onto the bed so he can take in the sight of you before him. He moans in satisfaction, practically drooling at the sight. “I have missed this pretty pussy, baby. God, look at her, she’s shiny and soaking wet all for me.” His words were so filthy, it only made you whimper again, pushing your hips up slightly, growing more desperate by the second. He could tease you and wait a bit longer, or maybe taste you again since he’s been deprived of your sweet taste, but he’s been waiting for this moment since the day he met you and he can’t wait any longer. He needs to be inside of you, now.

He pulls down his briefs and throws them down onto the ground with the midst of your withdrawn clothing, allowing his hardened cock to spring free, a soft hiss escaping through his clenched teeth as the cold air brushes against him. Your eyes immediately widen as you take in the sight before you. You had no idea how much he was truly packing until just now, on full display for you. You both were now naked and you’ve never felt more vulnerable, but turned on in your entire time. “H-holy shit.” You stammered on your words, your eyes not being able to stop staring at his insanely massive cock. “You’re so huge, Matty.”

You had to wonder how he was going to manage to fit inside of you, considering it’s been almost a year since you had sex with anyone, only using your own toys to pleasure yourself since then. You were practically buzzing with excitement and nerves running throughout your body, your heart thumping loudly in your chest. 

“Thanks, baby. Hope you feel the same way when I’m deep inside of you and making you forget your own name, only remembering mine since you’ll be screaming it when you go dumb on my cock.”

Wherever he had learned to talk dirty like this you were thankful because his words were only turning you on even more, your slick arousal glistening before him on full display for him. He used his middle finger to begin running up and down your soaking wet folds, licking over his own lips as he watched your slick arousal coat his single digit before slowly sliding it inside of your tight cunt inch by inch until his single finger was deep inside of you.

Your eyes widened in surprise as your gummy walls immediately clench around the single digit, throwing your head back against the pillow, a soft moan eliciting from your desperate lips. “Oh, shit.” You breathed out, moving your hands over to your own breasts and giving them a gentle squeeze. You watched his every move as he stayed kneeled in front of you and his eyes stay locked onto your pussy in front of him. He wasted no time in adding another finger, tilting his wrist to slide his slender fingers in even deeper inside of you, causing you to moan a little louder now. Your fingers pinch and tweak your hardened nipples as you watch how his fingers slide in and out of your pussy. The sounds of your slick arousal coating his fingers and both of your heavy breathing and moaning mixing together being the own sounds you can hear, everything else faded into the background.

He slid his fingers out of you, only to thrust them back in at a more rough, frantic pace as the squelching sound of your pussy causes him to fucking whimper out loud. “Shiiiit, and she sounds so good and ready for me.” He licked over his own lips before immediately sliding his fingers out of you, causing you to whine in desperation as your pussy begins to clench against nothing. He brings his fingers to his lips, running his tongue along your slick that covered them, instantly moaning in satisfaction at the taste. “Fuck, that’s a tasty pussy.” He uses the rest of your arousal that coated his fingers to begin pumping his own throbbing hard cock, his thumb circling the head as he tilts his head onto his shoulder. 

Watching him only turned you on even more, soft whines emitting from your lips as you thrust your hips up once you feel him align his cock to your glistening wet folds. “Please, Matty.” You beg out, almost in tears at this point. “Need you to fuck me. Please.”

He continues to slide his lathered cock up and down your wet folds and tapping the head against your throbbing clit. “Can’t believe I’m about to fuck the girl of my dreams. Fuck, this is a dream come true.” He breathed out, his hand still wrapped around his own cock as he runs the tip along your slick arousal. “Do you have a condom?” He bites onto his bottom lip, his cheeks growing warm, getting slightly flustered at the fact that he didn’t think that part through. 

You shake your hand, bringing your own hand down to where his cock was rubbing against your clit and took the initiative to slowly slide him inside of you. “Don’t need it, don’t want you to pull out either. Want your cum in me.” You moaned out your words as you watch his reactions when you start to slowly slide him inside of you.

He replaced your hand, pulling it away and allowing himself to take over. He nods his head at your word, a soft grunt leaving the back of his throat, loving the filthy words coming from your mouth. “Such a dirty girl. Not so innocent now, are we, baby? You act like you’re so innocent, but I know you’re not. Luckily, it’s all for me, isn’t it?”

You nod your head at his words, whining softly as you bite onto your bottom lip, your heart beating wildly in your chest from the exhilaration running through you. You needed him and you needed him now. He wasn’t fully inside of you, and you needed to feel him, and all of him. “All for you.” You breathed out, your legs spread onto the bed to allow him to get onto his knees more comfortably in front of you. He moved both of his hands over to your hips, gripping onto them tightly as he began to push his hardened cock inside of you inch by inch until suddenly he was buried deep inside of you.

Your eyes widened as you take in a deep breath to get adjusted to his size, a string of moans leaving your lips as you move your hand down to your breast once again. You watched his face before you twist into pure pleasure, his mouth slightly agape and allowing loud groans to escape his throat. “Fuck, not only do you have a pretty pussy, but she’s so fuckin’ tight too. Shit.” He grunted out his words as he began to thrust his hips, sliding his cock in and out of you as your gummy walls swallow him whole. The sounds of your slick arousal echoed the four walls before the both of you as you clench around him within each and every thrust.

You knew he would be massive, but holy shit. He was the biggest you’ve ever had, and you were literally having sex with one of your best friends, someone you have known for so long. It felt so erotic, so amazing, and you didn’t want it to end. “Matt, fuck.” You moaned out, moving your legs to wrap them around his waist to pull him impossibly closer to you. Your bodies glistened with sweat and stuck against each other, but you didn’t care in this very moment because your bodies became one and pleasure took over your entire body. “So b-big, feels so good inside of me.”

Matt fucking loved the praise, a louder groan leaving his lips as he began to thrust into you a bit faster now, his cock sliding in and out of you, going deeper within each and every thrust. Your pussy was made for him, coating his cock with your slick as his tip began to hit your cervix. 

Your tits bounced with each and every thrust, cupping both of your tits now in your hands and tweaking your nipples as you throw your head back in pure ecstasy. 

“Fuuuck. I don’t think I can last, pretty girl. I’ve needed this for so long.” He groaned out, sweat glistening against his forehead and pooling into his hairline, his hair getting stuck to his forehead. He couldn’t believe he finally got to have you, be inside of you, and fuck you senseless after all this time of wanting you, needing you, craving you.

You nod your head in agreement, moving one of your hands away from your breast and found your soaking wet clit. You began to rub it in a fast circles to match his thrusts, louder moans leaving your lips. You didn’t care who heard at this point, or if you woke up the neighborhood, including his brothers. Him fucking you was well worth it. 

He slid out of you completely, only to thrust back inside of you deeper, more rough, more frantic causing you to let out a string of profanities and moans, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. He slapped your hand away from your clit and replacing it with his own, causing you to moan even louder, practically a scream as you push your hips back down into him to feel him even more. 

You felt the fire coursing through your veins as he continued to pound you mercilessly, only focusing on both of your pleasure. He thrust in and out of you rougher, moving his free hand down to the back of your knee to lift your leg up over his shoulder, causing his cock to slide even deeper inside of you.

Your eyes widened as you felt him slide deeper inside of your tight pussy, your moans becoming uncontrollably louder. “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum!” You moan out, bringing both of your hands to your tits, squeezing them and pulling onto your nipples roughly. 

“Yes, atta girl. Come on, baby. Cum on this fuckin’ cock.” He grunted out through clenched teeth, his orgasm also rapidly approaching, but wanted to focus on you first and foremost. 

He continued to rub your swollen nub in fast circles to match the pace of his thrusts and moaning even louder while he thrust in and out of you even faster, hitting your sweet spot dead on. 

He kept his eyes solely focused on you the entire time, not wanting to pull his gaze away to watch you reach your orgasm. You nod your head at his words, your leg tightly wrapped around his waist and the other perched up onto his shoulder. 

All of a sudden, you felt yourself fall over the edge, your entire body spasming with heat pooling in your tummy. Your eyes closed shut, your head thrown back onto the pillow and you move your hands to his back, your nails digging into his skin, not caring if you leave scratch marks behind and allowing yourself to fully let yourself go. Your orgasm rushes through you like a freight train, clenching around his cock and milking him dry as you cum all over his cock, a string of loud, incoherent moans fall from your lips, your body shaking as fire courses throughout your veins. “Fuuuuuck.” You moan loudly as you allow your orgasm to take over your entire body, soft whimpers following suite as you finally come down from your high.

You open up your eyes to stare directly at Matt, who is absolutely mind blown as he watched, and felt, you cum all over his cock. “Shit, pretty girl. That was so fuckin’ hot. Loved feeling you cum around my cock like that. I’m so close, baby.” He groaned out his words, his thrusts never halting. Your pussy throbbed immensely, your clit overly sensitive as he pulled his hand away when he noticed your body continued to spasm from being so sensitive and moved both of his hands to your hips to keep your body pressed down onto the bed. 

“Gonna take this cum deep inside of you, huh? Take it like the good girl I know you are?” He spoke through clenched teeth, his thrusts growing more frantic as his cock began to twitch inside of your gummy walls while you continue to clench around his cock to help him along.

You nod your head, moaning softly as you move your hands to the bedsheets and began to tug onto them. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, your breathing intensely labored. “Please, Matt. Please cum inside of me.” You practically beg out, pushing your hips down against his. He pushes your leg over his shoulder and wraps it around his waist to hold your body close as his own body starts to shake against you.

Finally, you feel his cock twitching inside of you while his hips stilled, his head falling back against his shoulder as fills up your greedy pussy with his cum completely, loud groans falling from the back of his throat as he rocks out his orgasm, heavy pants leaving his lips as he empties himself fully inside of you. 

You moan softly as you feel him fill you up completely, your hands moving to his hips to grip onto them tightly as he collapses on top of you, his head resting against your shoulder as he tries to catch his labored breathing.

Your heart continues to beat rapidly in your chest, feeling his heart thump against you as well. “Fuck, Matt.” You whisper breathlessly as you feel his cock continue to twitch inside of you. Your bodies glistened with sweat as he presses soft, lazy kisses to your shoulder blade. “Was I good for you?” You ask him innocently, looking down at him and capturing his gaze once again.

He nods his head slowly, moving one of his hands up to cup your cheek before placing a strand of your hair over your ear. “Absolutely. More than good. Fucking perfect, actually, and definitely worth the wait.”

You smile down at him, a soft giggle leaving your lips, your chest still heaving from the intensity you just experienced. 

Matt lifts himself off you slightly and begins to pull out of you, his cum oozing out of your spent hole, causing you to moan breathlessly at the feeling. Matt watches his cum ooze out of you in awe, using his index finger to slip his cum back inside of your hole as your cum mixes together,  looking up at you with a slight smirk. “So damn pretty, baby.” 

Your cheeks flush at his words, a soft giggle leaving your lips. “That was fucking amazing.” 

He lifts himself up off the bed, grabbing his briefs and slipping them back over his now softened cock. Although the more he looked at you, and stayed in the proximity, he’d only find himself growing hard all over again. “Definitely worth the wait.” He flashed you a grin and reached over to grab your panties that were still on the bed. “Can I take these home with me, hm?”

“Wait.” You spoke suddenly, your chest suddenly sinking as you realized this was over and he was on his way to get ready to go home. “Can you stay the night? Please? You can’t leave, not after that.”

Relief rushed through his entire body, instantly nodding his head and placing the underwear down again. “Really? You’d want me stay?”

You nod your head slowly, biting gently onto your bottom lip and scooting yourself up onto the bed, your back pressed against the pillows. You could feel some of his cum oozing out of you once again and coating your thighs. “Yeah.” You replied simply, your cheeks growing more warm. “Maybe we can shower together or something? If you want, of course.”

He flashed you a cheeky grin, moving over to place two fingers underneath your chin to hold your gaze. It’s funny, the motherfucker hasn’t even kissed you yet, but has been inside of you. 

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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[ethereal-moonglitter]

Blue lock men and their soulmate aus

This piece is for the Soulmate au writing collab! All writers are free to join <3 Just check out this post. (here)

Characters included: Sae Itoshi, Rin Itsohi, and Isagi Yoichi (I'll add more characters if people like it)

Through every lifetime, it is you I seek, a whispered longing my soul speaks.

Sae Itoshi - Colors upon first touch

❥︎ Pre-spain! Sae was excited to see who his soulmate was. He always wanted to see colors. He wondered if he would be better at football if he does.

❥︎ He absolutely adores the concept of someone waiting for him. Someone who will complete him.

❥︎ After this trip to Spain though? Things changed. He thinks the whole thing is stupid. Why bother go to lengths to find someone anyway?

❥︎ His only goal is to be the best in football. Soulmates are just distractions. He didn't need that at all!

❥︎ His would was colorless, as it had always been, why would he desire to see color when he can see just fine?

❥︎ Sometimes he finds himself wondering if he is able to find his. Especially since Rin found his first. (that damn brat)

❥︎ Sae was curious, yes. But he never tried looking or genuinely care about it because he has football.

❥︎ He didn't want to meet his soulmate... Or so he thought.

Right after the U-20 Japan vs. Blue Lock match, Sae Itoshi couldn't deny the surprise twisting in his chest. Losing to a bunch of rookies? Unbelievable. He scoffed, shaking his head as he stepped out of the locker room. If those rookies had managed to get past him, then he needed to train harder. That was all there was to it.

Lost in thought, he barely noticed when he collided with someone. But then—everything shifted. His dull, monochrome world flickered—no, exploded—into color. He gasped softly at the sudden appearance of color. The dull world he lived in suddenly appeared alive, it felt worth living for.

His gaze snapped around, sharp and searching. Who was it? Who the hell just bumped into him? He had to find them. Now. Because whether he liked it or not, he knew exactly what had just happened.

He’d found his soulmate.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of you—just as lost, scanning the crowd. His pulse slowed, the noise around him fading into nothing. For a moment, it was just the two of you, locked in place like the universe had forced a pause.

His lips curled into the faintest smirk.

"Tch. Found you… you brat."

Rin Itoshi - Dream walking

❥︎ He really didn't understand the importance of soulmates, even when he was younger.

❥︎ He saw how his brother used to fantasize about finding his soulmate. And at first, he too wanted to meet them. But as he grew older, he also found it to be a distraction.

❥︎ He thought he didn't have one at first. Cause he can see color, unlike his brother.

❥︎ It was until he turned 15 did it start happening. He fell asleep once day then he saw you. Well... somewhat of you.

❥︎ He can see you! But once he wakes up, he forgets what you look like. And people say that was normal. That you forget what they look like when you wake up but once you see them you know.

❥︎ He was standoff-ish at first. When you first appeared, he didn't bother talking to you. You were a distraction!

❥︎ But slowly, he finds himself genuinely enjoying your company and he feels as if he is falling in love with the human blob in his dreams

❥︎ Then he blurted out that he was having a huge match. That they should met there. He didn't think they would actually agree.

"I have a match soon. You should come," Rin said, his tone flat, almost like it didn’t matter.

"Come? To where?" you asked, stepping closer. The two of you stood in your usual spot—a football field, because of course, even in his sleep, football was the only thing on his mind.

"You know my name. Just come," he replied, as if that was enough explanation.

You couldn’t help but laugh. But before you could say anything else—

He jolted awake. Dammit... You were so slow to answer.

-

The U-20 Japan vs. Blue Lock match hadn’t started yet. But that didn’t mean Rin would stop training. Not yet. He was in the gym, body tense with focus, warming up for the game ahead. He barely noticed anything else. It was just him and his equipment. But then..

"Hello"

A voice. One he knew. One that had engraved itself in his mind whether he was awake or asleep. He knew that voice from anywhere.

"So this is where you’ve been?"

His muscles locked up mid-movement. His breath caught. He knew that voice. He’d always known it. He slowly put down the weights he was holding. And slowly, he turned.

And this time, it wasn’t some blurry, half-forgotten figure in the back of his mind. It wasn't some human blob that he can't for the life of him make out the details. It was you. Like really you.

"You’re here," he muttered, almost like he didn’t believe it.

Yoichi Isagi - First words tattoo

❥︎ One day he woke up with a "Oh my god? Your eyes are so pretty" written on his wrist.

❥︎ His first reaction was to fangirl, cause what? the first thing his soulmate says to him is he is so pretty? What?

❥︎ If his soulmate finds him pretty, that means they'll have smth good right? Oh please let that be!

❥︎ Next, he finds himself staring at anyone and everyone, hoping to find that one person that finds his eyes pretty.

❥︎ When he was in middle school, he made sure that everyone can see his eyes! He wants to find his love as soon as possible.

❥︎ But once he entered Blue lock? he practically forgot about it. Suddenly his entire attention was driven away..

❥︎ He was so focused on his career that his desire to find his soulmate lessened. He needed to be the best striker!

❥︎ He was so focused in fact that even in his break, he was thinking about football when..

Isagi was on his way to hang out with his friends, finally getting a rare chance to rest and relax without the pressure of constant competition. He let out a small sigh of relief, enjoying the thought of just unwinding for once.

But, as usual, football was still on his mind. His thoughts drifted to the practice match he had later—strategies, plays, how he could improve. So lost in thought, he barely paid attention to his surroundings.

That was until he walked straight into someone.

Snapped out of his daze, Isagi blinked as he locked eyes with the person in front of him. They stared at each other for a moment. The stranger seemed so entranced by his eyes for some reason. But then the stranger suddenly blurted out, "Oh my god, your eyes are so pretty."

Isagi stiffened, caught completely off guard. "Hah?" His mind scrambled for a response—why was that the first thing they said? He blinked a few times, trying to comprehend what the stranger had said

Then it clicked.

His expression shifted as realization dawned. His eyes widened slightly before a small grin tugged at his lips. "It’s you!"

Time and time again, I fall into your embrace, No fate nor distance can ever erase.

[fr0stf4ll]

A court of Shadows and Moonlight - Part 17

paring; Azriel x reader

summary; In the wake of looming war and changing traditions, a gifted healer returns to the Night Court after centuries of wandering the continents. Tasked with stepping into Madja’s legendary role, she must guide reluctant healers, soothe wounded warriors, and face the entrenched prejudice of Illyrian leaders. But as she mends torn wings and broken spirits, an unexpected bond awakens between her and the Night Court’s enigmatic Spymaster. With rivalries simmering and a dangerous threat looming on the horizon, she must reconcile duty and desire, learning that true healing can extend beyond flesh and bone—if she dares to embrace the light hidden among the shadows.

word count ; 3.5k

Trigger warning; //

notes; ok to be honest i'm not super happy about this chapter because it's a bit short but for once i wanted to keep it simple and "cute" i guess. Still i hope that you will enjoy it <3 i hope that all of you are doing fine and i wish you all a good week ! see you soon <3

previous ✧

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. You were curled up against Azriel’s chest, the steady rhythm of his breathing lulling you into a peaceful daze. His arm was draped over your waist, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns along your back.

You sighed, your breath tickling the warm skin of his shoulder. “Az, we have to go.”

He let out a dramatic groan, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “No, we don’t,” he mumbled against your skin. His voice was thick with sleep, deep and slightly raspy, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

You smiled, running your fingers through his tousled hair. “We do.”

Azriel tightened his grip around you, as if sheer force alone could keep you here. “We could just… stay a little longer. Maybe forever?” His wings curled around you protectively, sealing the two of you in a cocoon of warmth.

You let out a soft laugh. “Tempting, Shadowsinger, but I’m pretty sure Velaris would fall apart without us.”

He hummed against your skin, not convinced in the slightest. “Rhys can handle it.”

You arched an eyebrow. “The same Rhys who told you that he barely gets any sleep now that Nyx is teething? The same Rhys who let Cassian handle one diplomatic report and nearly started a war with the Summer Court?”

Azriel huffed out a laugh. “Sounds like a them problem.”

You nudged him playfully. “Come on, you know we have to go.”

He exhaled deeply, fingers pressing a little firmer into your skin. The weight of reality was creeping back in, settling between you both like a ghost waiting to be acknowledged.

Something felt off—not just about leaving this place, but about you. Azriel had seen it in the way you held yourself these past days, even in the safety of the cabin. You’d let go, let yourself rest, but there was a moment, just before sleep took you, when something dark passed over your expression. Something you hadn’t shared with him.

And he didn’t know what it was. Didn’t know who or what had caused it.

That fact gnawed at him, twisted inside his chest like a wound he couldn’t reach. His instincts screamed at him to demand answers, to find the thing that had broken you and erase it from existence. But he wouldn't push—not yet. Not until you were ready to tell him.

You pulled back slightly, tilting your head to study him. “You’re thinking too much,” you mused, dragging a hand down his chest. “Not that it’s unusual for you.”

Azriel huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. He lifted his hand, brushing his knuckles gently against your cheek before murmuring, “I love you.”

Your heart fluttered, warmth spreading through your chest. “I love you too.”

And even though the moment was fleeting, even though duty called you both back to Velaris, Azriel swore he would hold onto this for as long as he could.

Stepping out of the cabin, the crisp mountain air brushed against your skin, the warmth of Azriel’s body beside you acting as the only shield against it. The past week had been… everything. Intense. Raw. Unfiltered. Just the two of you, with no shadows, no responsibilities, no impending war creeping into the edges of your mind.  

And now, you were leaving it behind.  

Azriel stood beside you, his body impossibly tense, his grip firm around your hand. His wings twitched as if preparing for a fight, as if something was lurking in the trees, ready to rip you away from him. You could feel the battle warring inside of him—the need to hold onto this moment, to keep you to himself for just a little longer.  

You squeezed his hand, stepping closer so that your chest brushed against his. “Az,” you murmured, tilting your head to meet his gaze. “It’s okay.”  

His jaw clenched, golden eyes flickering between yours. You reached up, placing your free hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm.  

“We had our time,” you whispered. “And we’ll have more of it. But for now, we go back to Velaris.”  

Azriel exhaled slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing just the slightest bit. But you knew him well enough to see that something else still lingered behind his eyes. A silent something he wasn’t ready to voice yet.  

Not until you were ready to tell him what had really happened before you left.  

Still, after a long moment, he nodded, and without another word, he winnowed you both back to Velaris.  

The moment your feet touched the cobbled streets, Feyre was already waiting at the riverhouse steps.  

She didn’t hesitate—just stepped forward and pulled you into a warm embrace. You closed your eyes for a second, grounding yourself in the familiarity of her scent, the comfort of her presence.  

“It’s good to see you,” she murmured, pulling back slightly to search your face. “How are you feeling?”  

Before you could answer, Cassian and Rhysand appeared behind her, grinning like absolute fools.  

Azriel stiffened immediately, his arm curling around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His wings flared slightly, bracing, like he could already sense the nonsense about to unfold.  

Rhys smirked. “You look well-rested, Y/N.”  

Cassian nodded, arms crossed. “Yeah, would’ve expected you to be a little more… exhausted after a full week away.”  

Your breath hitched slightly, heat creeping up your neck. “I—”  

Rhysand’s smirk widened. “You know, if Azriel ever isn’t enough for you, you can always come to us.”  

Before you could even react, Azriel moved.  

He grabbed both of them by the collars and smashed their heads together.  

Rhys cursed, stumbling back, rubbing his temple. “Motherfucker—!”

Cassian howled with laughter, even as he clutched his forehead. “So worth it!”  

Feyre sighed, shaking her head as she reached for your hand. “Come on,” she chuckled, pulling you inside as the three of them broke into a full-blown brawl right there in the street.  

You glanced back to see Cassian lunging at Azriel, who sidestepped effortlessly, sending the General stumbling right into Rhysand—who, of course, shoved him back with a sharp flick of his fingers.  

“You’re such a territorial bastard,” Rhys taunted, rubbing his temple.  

“And you’re an insufferable prick,” Azriel shot back, rolling his shoulders.  

Cassian snorted, shaking his head as he cracked his knuckles. “You two are a damn delight.”  

Then he lunged again, and the fight resumed.  

Feyre groaned, muttering, “Stupid Illyrians,” under her breath as she dragged you through the doorway.  

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head at the scene unfolding behind you.  

As Feyre led you inside, she turned to you with a teasing glint in her eyes. “So,” she started, arms crossed, her expression far too knowing, “how was it?”

You tried to keep your composure, but the warmth rushing to your face betrayed you immediately. “It was… great,” you admitted, blushing more than you wanted to.

Feyre’s grin widened. “Just great?”

You rolled your eyes, biting your lip to keep from laughing. “You are not getting details.”

She laughed at your reaction, shaking her head. “Fine, fine. I’ll let you keep your secrets—” Then, as if she’d just remembered something, she pulled out a small box, wrapped in a delicate blue ribbon.

You arched an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “What’s this?”

Before she could answer, Rhysand strolled in behind you, his expression relaxed, making a half-hearted attempt to straighten his slightly messy hair and adjust his clothes.

Rhys pressed a kiss to Feyre’s temple before glancing at the box in your hands. “Open it,” he said with a smirk. “It’s our mating gift.”

Your breath hitched slightly. You blinked between them, touched by the gesture, before carefully undoing the ribbon and lifting the lid.

Inside, nestled against soft velvet lining, was a key.

You frowned slightly, picking it up and examining it. “A… key?”

Rhysand chuckled, sliding his hands into his pockets. “We thought that since you two are officially mated, it would be nice for you to have your own space.”

Feyre nodded, her eyes warm. “The townhouse has been practically vacant since we moved into the River House. So it’s yours.”

You barely had time to process their words before you felt Azriel’s presence behind you, his hands slipping around your waist, grounding you.

Your mouth opened slightly in shock. “Wait—what?”

You turned to Azriel, and he was smiling, the kind of rare, soft smile that made your heart ache in the best way. You looked back at Feyre and Rhys, emotions flooding through you all at once.

“You’re serious?” you whispered.

Feyre laughed as you threw your arms around her, hugging her tightly. “Thank you,” you murmured, voice thick with gratitude. “Both of you.”

Azriel barely let you go before pulling you right back against his chest, his hold possessive, warm.

Feyre rolled her eyes at him, chuckling. “We just gave her to you, Az.”

Rhys smirked. “He’s always been territorial, but now? It’s just ridiculous.”

Azriel only hummed, perfectly content to keep you pressed against him, his shadows curling lazily around your wrist. You laughed softly, resting your hand on his chest.

And then—

Cassian burst through the doorway, ruffling his hair, his grin wide and unapologetic. “Alright, lovebirds, what did I miss?”

Rhysand clapped him on the shoulder. “Oh, just gifting them their own house.”

Cassian’s eyes lit up. “Oh, finally! I was about to suggest giving them the cabin since I wasn’t sure that they would actually come back.”

Azriel shot him a look. You just sighed, shaking your head as they all laughed, warmth filling your chest.

As the conversation continued, laughter still lingering in the air, you turned your head slightly—something making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

And there she was.

Elain.

Standing on the staircase, fists clenched tightly at her sides, her face void of any warmth, her gaze sharp—so sharp that for a brief moment, even Amren would have looked friendly in comparison.

A shiver ran through you, creeping down your spine like a ghost’s touch.

You swallowed, pulse quickening. And then, with every ounce of composure you had, you turned your head back as if nothing had happened.

As if you hadn’t just been looked at like that.

But Azriel had noticed.

"Are you okay?" His voice slipped into your mind through the bond, laced with quiet concern.

You tightened your fingers around his, barely aware that you had reached for him in the first place. Maybe it was to reassure you, maybe it was to reassure him—you weren’t sure.

"Yes, love. Don’t worry."

The next few days were a whirlwind of change, marked by quiet moments of transition and the subtle, grounding presence of Azriel by your side.

Moving your things from the small apartment above the clinic into the townhouse felt surreal, like stepping into a new chapter of your life you hadn’t even realized you were ready for. You had lived above the clinic for all of your time here, so long that it felt strange to pack away the small, everyday things that had made the space yours.

Elira had watched with her arms crossed, a knowing smirk on her face as you packed the last of your books into a crate.

“You look better,” she said, leaning against the doorway.

You glanced at her, arching a brow. “Do I?”

“Much better.” Her smirk widened. “I take it the mating bond is treating you well.”

Heat rose to your cheeks, and you rolled your eyes as you secured the crate with a strap. “Elira.”

She laughed. “What? It’s a big deal! Everyone here is thrilled for you. Even Madja muttered something about how finally you found someone to keep you in check.”

You huffed a quiet laugh, shaking your head. The other healers had passed by throughout the day, offering you quiet congratulations, some of them beaming at you, others teasing about how they always knew you and Azriel had something between you.

It was... strange. But in a good way.

For the first time in a long time, change didn’t feel like something to fear.

Azriel had been moving his things as well, transferring his belongings from the House of Wind into the Townhouse. Though he hadn’t outright said it, you could feel his reluctance through the bond, the way he lingered in his old space, taking in the familiarity of it one last time before finally closing the door behind him.

Now, as you stood in what was your new home, surrounded by stacks of books, clothes, and sentimental trinkets, you exhaled softly, feeling an unfamiliar but welcome sense of belonging settle into your chest.

Azriel walked up behind you, his hands slipping around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “You good?” he murmured, his voice low and soothing.

You leaned back into him, nodding. “Yeah. Just… taking it in.”

His grip on you tightened slightly, as if he understood exactly what you meant.

And with that, the two of you settled into your new space—together.

The warmth of the fire crackled softly in the background, casting flickering golden light across the cozy living room. You and Azriel sat curled up on the couch, his body relaxed beneath yours as your legs draped lazily over his, your head resting comfortably against his shoulder. One of his arms was looped around your waist, his fingers tracing absent-minded circles along your back in a slow, soothing motion.

Ydle, your tiny, feathered companion, fluttered nearby, his soft chirps filling the space between the two of you. Azriel’s shadows twisted and curled around the small bird, playfully weaving through the air as if teasing him, their smoky tendrils forming loops and gentle spirals. Ydle flitted between them, hopping from one dark wisp to the next, his wings ruffling in delight as he played the game they had created for him.

Azriel let out a soft chuckle, watching the scene unfold with quiet amusement. His shadows rarely took a liking to anyone besides himself, and yet, here they were, keeping the tiny creature entertained, as if he was part of them, part of you.

His golden eyes flicked toward you, warmth lingering in his gaze. “Where did you get him?” he asked, his voice a low murmur, curiosity woven into his tone.

You looked down at Ydle, his small form perched on the edge of the couch, tilting his head as if listening to your response. A fond smile tugged at your lips, warmth blooming in your chest as you reached out to run a gentle finger over his tiny head.

“Ydle?” you repeated, glancing back at Azriel before returning your gaze to the little bird. “He was a gift, actually. From a kingdom I worked for in the continent.”

Azriel raised an eyebrow slightly, intrigued, his fingers still tracing slow, idle patterns against your waist. “A gift?”

You nodded, your thoughts drifting back to that time, to the moment Ydle had become yours. “He was part of the king’s messenger nest,” you explained. “A small baby at the time, barely able to fly. The kingdom relied on messenger birds to carry their most important communications between cities and strongholds. Their bond with their birds was sacred—only the most trusted members of the court were given one.”

Azriel listened intently, his focus solely on you. “And they gave one to you?”

A soft laugh escaped you, shaking your head slightly. “Not at first. But after I helped them through an outbreak, they wanted to express their gratitude. I didn’t expect anything, but one day, Ydle just… followed me. No matter what I did, where I went—he wouldn’t leave my side.”

Azriel hummed thoughtfully, his thumb brushing idly along your arm. “He chose you.”

You glanced at Ydle. A smile pulled at your lips. “I suppose he did.”

Azriel’s expression softened, something unreadable flickering in his golden eyes. His fingers trailed up your back, a silent act of understanding. “He’s cute,” he admitted, his voice quieter now, filled with something gentler.

Your heart warmed at the rare tenderness in his tone. You shifted slightly, nuzzling closer into his embrace, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against yours. “Yeah,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “He is.”

And for a while, you simply stayed there, tangled together in the dim glow of the fire, with Ydle’s quiet chirps and the soft rustling of Azriel’s shadows filling the space around you.

You leaned into him, pressing your face into the crook of his neck, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek. The warmth of his skin, the scent of cedar and night-chilled air surrounding you, was grounding.

Azriel exhaled softly, his lips brushing against your hair before he spoke, his voice low, hesitant yet filled with something hopeful.

“Should we have a mating ceremony?”

Your breath hitched slightly at the unexpected question, your fingers stilling where they had been absentmindedly tracing patterns against his chest.

You pulled back just enough to look up at him. “You want to?”

His golden eyes searched yours, open, vulnerable in a way that few ever got to see. And then, without hesitation, he nodded. “Yes.”

A soft laugh escaped you, light and filled with something tender. “Of course I do.” You cupped his cheek, your thumb brushing over the sharp edge of his cheekbone. “But… I don’t want a big gathering. Just a few people, maybe.”

Azriel smirked slightly, his hand slipping to your waist. “We could pull a Rhys and Feyre and just do the ceremony on our own.”

You gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to your chest in mock scandal. “They really did that?”

His smirk deepened. “They did.”

A chuckle escaped you, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “Maybe not exactly like them,” you admitted, “but there are still a few people I’d want there.”

You took his hand, guiding it against your chest, pressing his palm over the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. His fingers curled slightly, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath them, his own pulse thrumming beneath your touch.

Your voice softened as you whispered, “I’m scared, Az.”

His brows furrowed slightly, his grip on you tightening in silent reassurance. You shifted, moving to straddle his lap, his arms instinctively wrapping around you, holding you close.

You exhaled, resting your forehead against his shoulder. “This house, the ceremony, all of this… I love it, I love us,” you admitted, your fingers tracing small patterns against the back of his neck. “But I’m scared of time. The war. Of not having enough time with you.”

Azriel sighed, his fingers pressing gently into your back, his chin resting atop your head as he whispered against your hair. “I know,” he admitted. “I know, love.” He pulled back just slightly, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, his lips lingering there for a heartbeat longer than necessary. “That’s why we should enjoy every possible moment together. As much as we can.”

You lifted your gaze to meet his, your chest tightening at the raw devotion in his golden eyes. And then, as if saying it aloud would make it real, you whispered, “Let’s do a ceremony then. Let’s get married.”

Azriel’s breath caught for a moment, his hands tightening around you as if anchoring himself to the reality of your words. And then, a slow, breathtaking smile spread across his lips, filled with something unshakable, something that felt like a promise.

The moment your lips met his, you felt the words settle between you—real, permanent, yours.

The kiss started slow, deep, a steady press of lips that spoke of something more than just passion—something unbreakable. But then, as if neither of you could hold back any longer, it shifted, hardening with a desperate hunger. Azriel’s hands gripped your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, his fingers pressing into your skin as if he needed to memorize every inch of you.

You gasped against his mouth as he moved, pushing you back against the couch, his body hovering over yours. His weight, the heat of him pressing against you, sent a shiver down your spine. Your hands found his hair, threading through the dark strands as you pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

Clothes were removed in a desperate haze of need, fabric tossed aside without care. Azriel’s lips trailed down your jaw, your throat, leaving open-mouthed kisses that set your skin ablaze.

A startled chirp broke through the thick air of desire, and you barely had time to register Ydle’s indignant protest before Azriel’s discarded shirt landed directly on him.

Azriel huffed a laugh against your skin, shaking his head as his shadows reacted instantly—slinking toward the small bird, lifting the fabric from him, and nudging open the window. Ydle fluttered his wings, ruffling them in what could only be exasperation before making his escape into the night, the cool air filtering into the room for only a moment before the window shut once more.

The only sound left in the house was the crackling fire, the soft rustling of sheets, and the whispered promises that passed between you and Azriel.

Together. Now. Always.

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[taylorsfolkmoredress]

Title: It’s always been you

Summary: Aaron didnt know he loved you in highschool, had never known what love was, so when his parents set him up with haley and insisted on their marriage, he hadnt said no. this is the aftermath, he loses you and gets you back, but better

WC: 3.2k (longer than usual!)

Tags: emotional cheating (not on reader), talk of physical cheating (haley cheats on aaron), arranged marriage, longing, yearning, haleys mean but i needed a villain for my daydream and landed on her, slow burn, best friends who are 100% in love lmao, angst and fluff?? fluff def between aaron and reader

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Aaron jumped slightly as a hand holding a small earbud entered his vision. He followed the hand up to an arm, and the arm up to a face, where he saw you. You were breathtaking, as always, and the light of the tangerine sunset cast a warm glow across your features that made his heart ache in his chest.

You didn’t say anything, simply raising your eyebrows in a gesture to the small device cradled in your palm, but that was all he needed. His calloused fingers brushed across your smooth palm and he had to hold back a soft gasp at the electricity that crackled through his veins. He’d felt it every time you’d touched since the day he met you.

Back then, when he was under the pressure of his parents, never allowed to truly think for himself, to let himself feel, he thought nothing of it. He thought nothing of the rush of air the seemed to leave him every time you smiled at him each day in the lunch room. Back then, he’d never even considered what those things could mean. What the burning in his throat was when you’d flash a smile to someone else as you walked through the halls could possibly be for.

His parents were never in love, not really. They acted well, sometimes. Only when someone from the outside was looking in would his father smile fondly at his mother and pull her close. Only when someone started asking questions would his mother put on her well practiced facade of a happy, loving wife. At home, neither so much as looked at the other. Their lives alone were entirely separate from the life they played together for friends and family. So, he never really knew what love was. Sure, he’d seen movies, read books, seen the happy couples in the school halls, but he never knew it was real. He always assumed it was all a front, like his parents.

Which is why, regardless of the soft, fuzzy feeling that filled his chest when you said his name each morning, when his parents suggested he consider a relationship with Haley, the daughter of his fathers friend, he agreed. After all, he’d already imagined a loveless marriage. He’d already imagined a life, children, a family, all with a faceless figure. He could easily give his thoughts Haleys face, she was pretty and smart, and she seemed kind at times too. Not necessarily with him, but that was ok. They’d just have a marriage like his parents.

When he’d told you the news, told you about this perfectly fine relationship he was in, he somehow missed the brief flash of heartbreak that flickered across your face. He missed the way your shoulders slumped, just for a moment, before you sat up straighter than before with a fake smile on your face.

It was the smile that he noticed, nothing else. It was the smile that he decided to brush off, attributing the strain around the edges to the loss of time with him. Why would he assume anything different? Why would he ever think the wobble of your lip was because your dreams of a life with him came crashing down around you, like a house of cards you’d spent years building that was blown over by a single gust of wind?

Your friendship changed after that, and Aaron couldn’t, for the life of him, find out why. He couldn’t find out why you lowered your gaze anytime he was with Haley. He couldn’t figure out why you’d began declining your usual hang outs when he’d invite her.

But the biggest change? The one that truly stumped him? The one that had him questioning himself as a friend?

That was when you left after graduation. You both had been planning from the very beginning to go to the same university, get the same degrees, and work together in the future. It was the one thing he could actually, tangibly imagine. The one version of his future that lulled him into a peaceful sleep each night.

Then, it was gone.

You’d said goodbye, obviously. He knew you’d never be so cruel as to leave without a trace, but it didn’t stop the all-consuming ache that seemed to settle in the deep pit of his stomach. It didn’t stop the loneliness that seeped into his bones, even when he was with Haley, or his friends. It was the type of loneliness that hung around and made its home in every crevice it could find. It weighed him down, pulled the corners of his lips into a deep, ever-present frown.

Haley had been no help in the matter, not that she really tried. She was focused on her studies, and it wasn’t something he could blame her for. It wouldn’t have helped, even if she did have time for him. He knew that. He knew holding her against his chest was no match for the lost feeling of you laughing against his shoulder. Running his fingers through her hair was nothing like feeling your fingers skate down his arm, your touch only barely noticeable, but still sending electric shocks across his skin.

Even her smile, as pretty as it was, had nothing on the way your eyes crinkled when you’d tried to hide a laugh from him. None of it was ever the same.

He’d done his best to stay in touch with you, sending letters, emails, calling you at every available moment. He’d known Haley hated it, she never hesitated to remind him that she was his girlfriend, then his fiancé, then his wife. She did everything possible to remove you from his life, not caring how much it hurt him, how it ripped his heart out every time.

It had started small. Or- smaller, he supposed. He’d come home from his office one day, after a grueling day of going over every inch of paperwork he’d been given, reading over past and present cases multiple times until his brain felt like it was imploding on itself. All he’d wanted when he walked through the door was a quiet night, one where Haley did whatever she planned on doing and left him alone in his office to reread your letters, maybe go through his old photos with you. He wanted so badly to cleanse the stress of his day with his thoughts of you, your laugh, your gentle fingers carding through his hair. Those thoughts had always been enough to get him through even the hardest of days, the toughest of legal battles. Those thoughts were always what got him through Haleys mood swings, going from loving him one moment to wishing him dead the next.

So when he walked in and saw Haley, standing with the shoebox he kept your photos in, he froze. The photos in the box had all been digitized, something he’d done only after he’d spilled orange juice across your senior photo, the one he’d had to learn to braid your hair for because you had sprained your wrist. She didn’t know that, but even with them being safe on a hard drive in his desk at work, she knew losing the originals would drive a knife through his ribs. She knew it would hurt him more than any words could.

When he’d seen the water bottle in her hand, he’d lunged forward, only barely managing to knock the box out of her hands before whipping around and standing at his full height above her. His brow was bent into a mean line, jaw set tight and nails biting into his palms. He was nearly shaking with anger at her actions, teeth grinding together hard enough to make his jaw ache, but he didn’t feel it until later. After he’d dropped his voice into a low, dangerous tone, and told her to never touch those photographs again. He didn’t touch her, didn’t raise his voice, didn’t even step any closer to her, but the gravity of his tone had her dropping the bottle and stomping away towards the guest bedroom. He hated getting angry, hated feeling like he was going to lose control, but he hadn’t been able to stop the red-hot fury from ripping it’s way through his body, tearing apart any love for Haley that he may have once had, no matter how small.

After she’d locked herself away, Aaron had let himself breathe. He’d let the rage slip from his fists, let the fury drip from his eyes. He’d fallen to his knees and carefully, oh, so carefully, gathered each photograph. He’d anxiously cleaned any water that had splashed on them, examining every inch for damage and letting his head fall in relief when he saw none.

He’d known, of course, that he could still talk to you, would one day get more pictures of you, with you, but your letters had dwindled, your calls nearly stopping entirely. The only regular communication he’d had with you had been through his work email, something he shouldn’t have been doing, but he hadn’t found it in himself to care. He cherished every memory he’d had of the time you were together, when he’d see you every day, get to hear you sing your favorite songs while you studied together. You were, and always had been, his one connection to the life he’d wished he could have.

That incident had changed things entirely between them. They never said ‘I love you’, not that he’d really meant it before, but now he didn’t have to deal with lying. They’d stopped doing anything together, even sleeping, and he’d felt a weight lift off his chest. He hadn’t realized it until she wasn’t around anymore, even though they still lived together, but he’d felt like he was betraying you with her. He’d known Haley saw it the opposite way, she saw it for something much closer to what everyone else would see, if they were let into these parts of their lives. She saw him choosing another woman over his wife, and maybe in some ways that was true. Maybe in some ways he was betraying the contract they’d signed that stated they’d love each other above anyone else, forever. But that wasn’t what he’d seen.

When he’d moved jobs to the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI, he’d hoped he could find some joy in his life again. He’d still been married to Haley, still went to bed cold each night, imagining your hair fanning across his pillows, but he’d wished a job change to something he felt more passionate about than the law firm he’d previously been at would give him something real, something tangible to hold on to.

What he hadn’t allowed himself to imagine, however, was that the job change would bring you back to him. It brought your warm smile back into his life each day, your joyous laugh to his ears. It brought warmth to his life that hadn’t felt in nearly a decade and he felt like his body was caving in on itself from the pressure of his joy. He felt giddy every day he went into work. He walked with a lightness in his steps that always left the moment his feet hit the hard, cold floor of his front entryway. He’d not told Haley about your return into his life, hadn’t wanted to risk her lashing out, but he’d known she suspected something. He could see the way her eyes catalogued each hidden smile when he’d checked his phone, waiting for any innocuous message you may send him about the cases you’d been working on. He’d seen it in the grimace she gave before her retreat from the kitchen each morning, when he’d be rushing out the door with a boyish grin on his face. It had bothered her, that much he knew, but she never said anything again. It wasn’t until he’d found a cassette you’d given him upon your return, one filled with the songs you used to listen to together all the time, the tape inside pulled every which way, torn, and cut, and tangled beyond belief that he saw how much this angered his wife. But instead of apologizing to her, instead of saying how sorry he was to have hurt her, he’d done nothing. He’d simply walked to his bedroom and slammed the door, leaving her longing for a reaction, though what kind he didn’t know.

With you, things fell back into your familiar rhythm, one that he had feared would be lost to time, to distance, but he’d been so pleased to find out it hadn’t. You left each other silly notes, ones that he secretly kept hidden away in his desk, each one making his heart flutter in a way he hadn’t experienced since the last moment he’d seen you all those years ago. You spent every break together, every car ride to a case involved blasting music together and sharing various snacks. His life felt lighter again, in a way he’d long since forgotten he could have.

It wasn’t until he’d been there a year that he found out the truth from Haley. He should have been mad, when he’d walked in and seen a familiar head of blond hair pressed close to a body wearing a very familiar leather jacket, but instead, he felt a sick sense of relief. He finally had a reason to leave her. He finally had a reason to push her from his life and live without the weight of her disappointed glare enshrouding all hopes of happiness he’d had.

He hadn’t felt anything negative about his wife cheating with his best friend, until he’d told him how long it had been going on.

Over a decade.

She’d been screaming at him for emotionally betraying her from the very beginning, and had been sleeping with his best friend just as long.

It made him angry, but nothing could outshine the glorious realization that, if you wanted him too, if you wanted the future he’d so artfully imagined with you, the future he’d dreamed of, that was now possible. He’d begun the divorce process immediately and found himself surprised, yet grateful, when Haley didn’t attempt to drag it out.

You’d been by his side the whole time of course, and nothing would change that, now that she was gone.

The two of you had somehow gotten even closer in the weeks following his divorce, you’d even stayed at his house multiple times. He always offered the guest room, but somehow, every night you were there, he wound up with you curled in his arms and his nose pressed against the crown of your head. Your shampoo had changed from when you were children, what once was a soft, barely there fruit scent was now a deeper, warmer vanilla. something that filled him with a light that begged to escape through the glow of his cheeks. Your perfume had changed as well, but it was something harder to put down. It smelled like fresh rain, or maybe a garden. There were hints of fruit there, still, but also something else, something that brought everything together in the most addicting way.

Maybe it was you. The simple smell you emitted, that mixed all the scents around you into something that could surely stop even the most violent of men if you walked by.

He didn’t know. But what he did know was that each night it became harder and harder to say good bye. One night would turn to two, which would turn into a few days, a week. Soon, you had a drawer in his house, in his room.

All of that led him back to this moment. You, sharing the music you both loved, the music you’d carefully burned onto a CD with sharing with him in mind. He took the offered piece of, relatively cheap, plastic, and gently pressed it into his ear. He heard the familiar tune of ‘Blackbird’ by The Beatles gently filling his ear, and he felt a soft smile overtake his face.

Neither of you had made an official move yet. You still referred to each other as your best friend, you still went out to bars together and he pretended each time to flirt with a woman and get her number. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t want to risk disturbing the careful peace he had carved out for you both. He didn’t want to risk putting a name to what you shared, only for it to be ripped out from under him like some cruel joke.

Right now, though, he found himself throwing caution into the wind without so much as a single thought. All he knew in that moment was that he needed to spend the rest of his life with you by his side. He didn’t care about any other women, he didn’t care about Haley, or the secretary that flirts with him on occasion, or the women who gave him their numbers at bars. All he cared about was spending every moment he could with you until the day you both died.

He knew other steps should come first, knew that technically you weren’t romantically involved, not officially. But he considered you sleeping in his bed almost every night, pressed against him like he’s the only thing you needed to survive, pretty damn romantic. He considered you memorizing each other’s favorite things so you could leave surprises for the other on bad days pretty sweet, pretty loving. He considered the way you held hands at any available opportunity to be a sign, and he needed to know.

“Do you want to get married?” He almost, for the briefest of moments, when your entire body went stock still and your jaw dropped, felt nervous. He almost felt the world crumble to dust around him. Until, of course, your face rose into a soft, loving grin.

“Isn’t it a little quick for that, Hotchner?” You asked, but you were nodding as you said the words, your arms coming up to drape across his shoulders in a way that settled into his very being, like that was simply how you were meant to fit together.

His shrug and matching smile came naturally, settling over his features, not masking his pure elation at your answer in the slightest. “Maybe, but i don’t really care all that much about that. All I know is I want forever with you, I have from the very first moment we met. It’s always been you, you’re it for me.”

This was the future he’d imagined as a child. You were the seemingly faceless figures in his immature imagination. He could see that now. He could finally see the life he was destined to live, with a wonderful, loving wife-to-be, a home that felt like the softest ball of love when he walked in a each day, and a job that gave him a chance to help others as best he could.

This was everything he’d ever dreamed of.

[esstrellaa123]

Saw a fic of crybaby!reader, and was like? My two sense????

Don’t ask how many words :>

Thinking of reader right, all silent for like… a week. Caught up in their head with God knows what, and boom. Sweet Simon finally cracks that fragile barrier you’ve put between the two of you

Because Lord knows Simon hates silence, especially from you. Talk to him, won’t you?

“You’ve yet to speak.” He says blankly, prompting you as he watches you intently like he might be able to see into your very soul. He’s done it before, but now you’re just being difficult >:(

“I’m coloring.” You say just as blank, devoid of the emotion he usually enjoyed. The sun to his world was going dark and he’d do anything to clear those clouds away. Anything. Even if it burned him.

“I like it when you talk.” He tries, arms crossed. Defensive, and unamused by your lack of enthusiasm.

“Not in the mood to.” You all but snap, getting annoyed with him. You let out a harsh huff, coloring a little too hard. Now your drawing was ruined because the pressure changed the color. Everything was fucked. Fuck this.

You tear the page out unceremoniously, tossing it carelessly to the trash before getting overwhelmed with having to start another complex piece. You couldn’t do anything about it now, your old piece was in the trash and-

“Why’re you touching me?” You snap again, jerking away from his hands.

“Alright. What the fuck?” He finally says. Maybe he was more upset at your reaction towards him than you. Either way, he’s getting to the bottom of what he thought was pure and complete bullshit.

“What do you mean ‘what the fuck?’ I don’t want you touching me.” You say, face to face. More like chest to face, but who’s counting the inches? (YES IM AMERICAN)

Okay, ouch. “I’m trynna help here!” He grumbles back down at you.

“I don’t want your stupid help.” You say back, abandoning your art and going to the room. The bang of the door reaches his ears louder than he liked.

“Fucking bullshit. Fucking women.” He grumbles, going out to the porch to smoke.

He’s unhappy. Very exasperated and wanting to break some shit. But he’s better. He got better for you.

He finishes his smoke, somewhat calmed. Maybe you were hungry. Had you had water?

“I don’t want-” you start up but he’s having none of it. Not when his patience is spread thin and he’d really like to spread you open. So be cooperative.

“Nah, shut- shut up.” He cuts you off, setting the tray of food down on the bed. Fruits, peanut butter, chocolate, and some water. “Eat.” He says, sliding under you.

“‘M not hungry.” You say, crossing your arms.

…..

You sit in his lap, being hand fed as you watch your Law and Order. “Water.” He instructs, watching you take a sip before opening your mouth for another strawberry. He delivers.

You’re more responsive now. He’s appreciative of that. But food wasn’t the root of this problem. Neither was water. Something else was bothering you.

“Feel better?” He asks, letting you curl up on his side, using him for all his warmth and comfort.

You nod into the crook of his neck, finding comfort in his tone and smell. “Feel better.” You confirm.

“Wanna tell me what’s goin’ on?” He finally questions.

“Nothin’s goin’ on.” You huff.

“Don’t huff at me.” He says, flicking your forehead. He let you get away with that shit this morning. There would not be a repeat.

“Just wanna relax.” You breathe, turning over.

“You’ll relax when you get it off your chest.” He turns over, curling around you like heat does a fire. Like it’s natural to be enveloped by a certified heater, it’s second nature.

You can’t help but lean in, scooting back, pulling his arms closer. “Just tired.”

“Tired of what?” He pushes.

“Life.” You mumble, the tears welling. You didn’t like thinking like this, but it plagues you. Sneaks and floods into your day. Your smile dropping too quickly for your own liking. You just wanted to curl up, sleep, and stay in your dreams.

He only hugs you closer. He doesn’t move as you shift, your face pressed firmly into his chest as the tears finally fall.

“I got ya. Si’s got ya.” He mumbles lovingly, rubbing your back, pulling you impossibly closer as you cling to his back. “Tell me what you need, hm?” He suggests, letting you nuzzle into his warmth even more.

“You.” You reply simply. There’s nothing you want or love more than lying in bed with him. You’d stay there, keep him there, even if you had to tie him down, but ultimately knew you wouldn’t, because he’d stay if you asked.

He hummed, low. You almost missed it, and he just holds you, keeping you close.

He’d be there in the morning, letting you cry on his shoulder again if you needed. He’d kiss all your tears away, kiss your tension away. It eased his, made him feel better, let him relax. He’d be your safe space if you promised to be his….

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drabble dump 1 | joaquín torres x reader

Pairing: Joaquín Torres x Reader Summary: Three small drabbles inspired by your headcanons (and one of mine): Joaquín giving you flowers, crying during movies and following his fans online. Warnings: I don't think there are any. Word Count: 691 A/N: I'm feeling super tired tonight so I didn't have the energy to focus on a larger fic, so I decided to write a couple of smaller drabbles inspired by some of the headcanons you guys left on that post I made the other day as well as one of my own. I will probably end up doing a few posts like this since they're quite fun. They're really just smaller drabbles that don't necessarily need to be longer 1k+ fics, so I hope you guys find them fun!

Giving you flowers.

The first time Joaquin ever met you, he brought you flowers. He had no idea what your favourite type of flowers were or if you even liked flowers. But he wanted to make a good impression on you on your first date and flowers had seemed the way to go.

He’d been raised well by his parents. His mother had always taught him to be a gentleman and he’d grown up hearing stories from his father all about how he won over his mother with flowers and gifts and many, many dates. 

Joaquin intended to do the same thing to you. He liked you from the very moment he met you, and so he made a deal with himself – every date, he would bring you a bouquet of flowers that was different from the last. He wouldn’t repeat anything and he would get more and more creative with each bouquet. 

Because if Joaquin was going to win you over like his father won over his mother, he was going to put in as much effort as it took. He was certain that you were the one.

~~

Reading comments about himself online.

Joaquin laughed, looking down at his phone screen. He was silent for a moment and then he laughed again. You looked at him, sitting in bed beside him. Your book was open in front of you but you couldn’t help but want to know what was so funny.

“What are you looking at?” You asked.

He looked over at you and then shuffled a little closer towards you in bed, angling his phone screen to you so you could look at it. “I’m just reading comments about Falcon,” he explained. “Look at this one – the old Falcon has nothing on the new guy. Did you see the way he kicked that guy right out of the air in one shot? That’s about me!” 

You looked at your boyfriend for a moment and then laughed. “How many of these fan accounts do you follow, baby? Wait – is that an edit of you? Where did they even get that footage? I didn’t think you posted anything on social media.”

Joaquin’s cheeks flushed. “I don’t… but I do have a fan account… for myself… and sometimes I post videos on there and call them ‘never before seen content’ and the fans really love them. As long as they don’t put two and two together and realise I’m the one posting them…” 

~~

Sobbing while he watches a movie.

Ever since you met Joaquin you knew that deep down, the man was a softie at heart. If you cried, odds were he was going to start crying as well. If you were happy, he was happy too. Your emotions always rubbed off on him. But there was one thing about him that you never expected: the fact that he cries like a baby in movies that aren’t even that sad.

“Baby,” you glanced over at him, furrowing your eyebrows. “Are you crying?”

He sniffed, wiping his cheeks. “No.”

You leant a little closer to him and smiled to yourself as he attempted to hide his face from you. But you were too quick – you could see the tears falling down his cheeks. 

“Baby.”

Joaquin looked at you, his sad puppy dog eyes almost making you throw your arms around him and pull him into a hug to make him feel better. The man always did a good job at throwing you off with puppy dog eyes, but it was worse when they were full of tears.

“I thought it was going to be a happy ending,” he muttered. “But they didn’t even get to have a proper life together in the end because of what happened to her! It’s so sad.”

Tears continued falling down his cheeks and you couldn’t help but shuffle a little closer to him to wrap an arm around his back as he sobbed into his hands. You rubbed his back gently, resting your head against his shoulder. 

“It’s just a movie, baby. It’s okay. It’s not real.”

Joaquin let out another sob. “But it felt so real”

[billiereid]

Accidental Pregnancy: Attack on Titan x Reader

Warnings: Rated R. This content is intended for readers ages 18 years or older. Minors, do not interact.

Featuring: Levi Ackerman (pre-season 4). Fem!Reader

Warnings: Accidental pregnancy. Mention of major character death. Tension.

Summary: You found out that you're pregnant while Levi is away on a mission. He comes home to find you curled up in bed, waiting to tell him something very important. Every time you've discussed children, you've agreed that it just wasn't going to be possible in this lifetime, thanks to the Titans invading your home. But now, things are going to have to be different, because nightmare has become reality.

He noticed. Of course he noticed, because Levi Ackerman notices everything. You had, admittedly, been more tired the last time he came back from a mission, but sometimes that happened. Your husband was in the Scouts. Of course you had trouble sleeping without him when he was away, potentially being maimed or killed by Titans.

But now you were extra tired. And you were nauseous. And now here you were, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him, asking to talk to him about something serious. 

“What is it?” Levi asked gruffly as he untied his boots and started to put away his things.

You could admit that now was not a good time to tell him, when he was just getting back from a mission that didn’t go the way he would’ve liked. But you were panicking for the past two weeks, and Levi would know what to do. He always knows what to do.

“I… didn’t bleed this month,” you admitted quietly between deep breaths through your nose. As soon as you said it, time slowed down to a crawl as you monitored Levi’s expression for any reaction. You had talked about this a long time ago, when your relationship just started to get serious. You just couldn’t fathom having a baby with the war going on, with Titans practically on your doorstep. Maybe in another world, but never this one.

A muscle twitched in Levi’s jaw as he processed, allowing his stress to nearly consume him for only a moment. The two of you had been so careful, so diligent. Levi can feel the anger bubbling inside him, building from deep within his chest. And you could see it, although it wasn’t directed at you. Levi simply walked out of the room before he could say something he’d regret. He wanted to have this conversation properly. He wanted to really talk about it, rather than just argue.

But you couldn’t read his mind. To you, you’d just told Levi you were pregnant, and instead of saying something encouraging or reassuring you, he got mad and walked away, which was pretty much your worst nightmare. You pulled your knees up to your chest and rested your forehead on them, trying to let Levi have his reaction.

An hour passed before Levi was finally ready to talk about it. You were curled up in bed, too scared of Levi’s real reaction to convince yourself to move. He could hear your soft sniffles, lazy tears that he couldn’t see in the dark rolling down your cheeks.

He sat down on the edge of the bed behind you. He put a hand on your back and rubbed in circles. “Are you sure?” he asked. You could hear the worry in his voice, although he tried to keep it even and calm and be the strong husband you needed. 

You didn’t want that, though. You wanted him.

“Pretty sure,” you said, rolling toward Levi on the bed so he could see you in the low lantern light of the bedroom. “It’s been… eight weeks since I bled last.”

Levi pursed his lips for a moment. For outsiders, that might’ve seemed like nothing. But you knew that Levi was struggling with this idea. Even so, he moved to sit behind you in bed, pulling your back to press against his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist, and his hands settled on your belly, as if he could already feel the tiny life inside you.

He could do this if you wanted it. It would be hard, and with the Titans breaking through walls, the child might end up fatherless. But if you wanted it, he would find a way to be okay with it.

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heeseung ⊂⊃ gaming cafe

you needed a day of relaxation, of doing something you loved- and gaming was just that. you made your way to your favorite gaming cafe, ordered some food and got to business. in walks heeseung, finding an empty spot beside you. first he’d look over slightly to see what you were playing, and then he leaned in until you couldn’t ignore him. after some small talk and a couple rounds together, he had asked for your number so you could “play” in the future. you would then become his long term gaming partner.

jay ⊂⊃ cooking show audience

jay was ecstatic when he found out he won a chance to be in the audience of his favorite cooking competition. making his way through the crowd, he was in search of his chair number. it so happened that your chairs were right next to each other, and so small talk erupted between the two. little did you know, jay thought you were gorgeous, and he could barely focus on your words or the rest of the competition. his mind was all you, and anytime you talked to him he got red.

jake ⊂⊃ batting cages

you and your friend had decided to go down to the batting cages, a fun activity you like to partake in. you called ahead and chose a time, but when entering the next day, jake and ni-ki were already using the space. after a couple arguments, and a talk with the manager, you found out the space was double booked. jake suggested you all share the space- leaving your friend and ni-ki 3rd wheeling. you ended up beating him, and let’s just say the rest is history.

sunghoon ⊂⊃ furniture store

tasked with decorating his own bedroom, sunghoon had made his way up to his favorite furniture store. he had been walking down the isles aimlessly, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw your body sprawled across a big bed. noticing his presence, you sat up, telling him you were testing the comfortability of the mattress. somehow, your trip ended with both of you laying on this bed, reviewing it to each other, until you were kicked out of the store. it was a great bonding moment that would kickstart your love story.

sunoo ⊂⊃ friends party

sunoo was no stranger to social events, and neither were you. you were only strangers to each other, because although you had many friends in common, you had never met. that is until sunoo made his way to the outdoor patio where you sat alone, needing a breather. he approached you, taking a seat next to you- and the conversation flowed perfectly. you realized you were very alike in mindset and personality, so it was only natural for you to fall for each other as this “friendship progressed.

jungwon ⊂⊃ late night walk

jungwon often likes to clear his mind by going on walks, no matter the time. on this particular night, he had been strolling down a trail around a park, when he noticed you a couple feet ahead, seemingly lost in your own thoughts. he noticed your steps slow down, until he was pretty much right beside you. that’s when he saw the tears sliding down your cheek, prompting him to quickly rise to action, asking you if you’re okay. the night was then spent with him comforting you, a stranger, and both of you unknowingly falling in love with each other.

ni-ki ⊂⊃ clothing store pop-up

you and ni-ki were two strangers, connected by your love for fashion. there was a week where your favorite streetwear brand was doing a pop-up store near your neighborhood, so of course you decided to go. walking in, you find your favorite hoodie and quickly go to grab it, until you feel another hand on yours. ni-ki has reached for the same item, and you were both left staring into each other’s eyes until he retracted his hand, reluctantly giving you permission to take the hoodie. while he didn’t get what he wanted, he did mange to walk out with your number.

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